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Details | Free verse | |

I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time


Details | Free verse | |

PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Free verse | |

Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.




Details | Tanka | |

ITTY BITTY HOPE

awe of gentle breeze

fragrant shadow of delight

moonlit hope aglow..

catch the air of her appeal

as she fades into the night  


Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: Third & Final Itty Bitty Contest 
Form: Tanka


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

The Dark Artist

Death,
A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
Misunderstood, 
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story


Details | I do not know? | |

The Warrior

The Warrior

My pencil is my sword
My eraser is my shield
And when I go to war
My paper is my battlefield 
When life is to much
This is how I express the way I feel
And so I write such words
As murder, stab, kill
When people read these words
Misunderstanding they think I’m insane
But this is just how I vent
All my anger, frustration and pain
People that don’t know me
Think I look like a bad man
The people that say they do know me
Think I live the life of a madman
All of these things
Circling in my head
Sometimes I have to wonder
Would I be better off dead
I used to be a somebody
And my reputation would reflect
That I used to be a person
To look up to and respect
But now you can see
By the trembling in my hands
That all I am these days
Is a tired, broken man


Details | Free verse | |

Yes, I am Poet

Yes, I am a poet
A metaphor to the universe
A moment of spirit
Out of flesh, the first converse
Of reality ... the prophet
Writing history
Struggling in the net
Of a butterflies vanity.
Look out
I make webs too
Using pen for pipe and mouth
So ancient ... I struggle to be new.


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Rhyme | |

Love, Kiss, Sex '25 words'

~*~ left hand touch to excite KISS is spark to ignite right hand pulls us tight heartbeats like dynamite LOVE is pain SEX has no refrain ~~**~~ ~*~


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dark Ice

Shadows and murky darkness deep
Describe the depths of lonely hearts
That lie in wait and icy chill
For fiery love to burst in flames;
That empty chests may be refilled
And taste sweet love again!


Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

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


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


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

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


2.


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

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


3.


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

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

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

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




Details | Free verse | |

My Hiding Place

I hide here and there,
In a place that snares,
Sometimes full of my blares,
Full of ensnared traps...

I hide here and there,
In a place with many affairs,
Where my enemies are bare,
Where I can make them flee and hare...

I hide here and there,
In a place that only friendship knows,
A place located in the air,
A place below on earth,
Where no plow can cut its soil...

I hide here and there,
In a place with vast plains,
A place with deep and misty forests,
A place with an unreachable sky,
A place where flowers might bloom...

I hide here and there,
In a place where I can hide in my cloak,
A place where I breathe silently,
A place where I contemplate nature,
Where humidity longly persists,
In a place where I scream and no one listens...

I hide and there,
In a place where unwanted can get afflicted,
A place of bright darkness,
A place of dark lights,
Where nothing owns me...

I hide here and there,
In a place where my biggest wishes are spared,
A place where blood won't be splashed,
A place where tears might be shed,
A place where time and space are fair,
A place with some mare surfaces,
Where fear might be gone...

In a place where all sins might be forgiven,
A place where my instinct is tamed,
A place where my mind is thoughtful but reserved,
A place where my heart is controlled,
The place where my deepest secrets are held,
The place where I am the seer,
The place where my soul will forever reign,
The place I can call a hiding place...


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


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 | Bio | |

Metaphoric Lesson I Am

Though questions queued up in my attention’s pages I am an animal                                                  
I am that gorilla dream your bird flew over to shadow his series of dreams

The greasy mechanic patching up beyond repair words 
Spare words kept safe for friendly evil skies rushing backdoor love bites
Mastered the equations of divorce math problems at the wrong age
Love had unfamiliar taste
Time and aging became my trusted school                                                        
In the jungle of death a mother got lost
She could not find her way back from headache’s hidden post
         
Heavens assured me it’s for angelic reasons 
In and out of heaven season
I designed myself for her, Not reasons

Crawled Walked and wheel chaired multiple plausible lanes
Took no break my courage was on steroids
Feathers were too bright for a cage
Dreams turned into food for haters
Stumbled and rumbled obstacles like the soloist

Lips broke up with fear the relationship was always on tears. 
Personality fought automated choices
Wrong turns came in hateful traffic 
House of brain always furnished with useless opinions addicted to escapism

With no entrance fee or sign-in brutality 
I entered poetry's galaxy 
Six minute poetry taste became a lifetime bite penalty
Met a queen at the right age
Slapped my sleepy respect for female age
Page by page scrutinized love for her boss instructions 
Acting bossy pissing all dirt brought from the past cruises 

Till then I still wonder where I get all this ideas
She passes all preset exams
Questions I live with no answers 
Where do I get all this ideas 
The real me still wonders
In the jungle on Africa
I prefer scary dreams 


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

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

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



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


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means


Details | ABC | |

Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

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

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

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

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




Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Rhyme | |

The Parish

When the time comes we shall all gather, 
People of all walks and talks together, 
In front of the parish for the Holy Communion, 
It is here that we meet our companion, 
In holy matrimony we unite before the father, 

But this is no ordinary parish, 
We separate men from boys before they perish, 
We relish in wines and spirit, 
Just like church goers after the Holy Spirit, 
In beer we trust because its fetish, 

The parish,
I drink until i perish,
In beer my life i cherish,
I wish to make a wish,
Parish, perish, cherish, i wish,

Just like the church seeing holiness in the pope, 
In the bar tender we see drinking hope, 
We speak in tongues under the influence, 
And we never shy away from an audience, 
So don't demonize us, we don't do dope, 

Just like Jesus who walked on water, 
We keep on walking like Johnny Walker, 
On your wall the Holy Virgin Mary, 
On mine you'll find the famous Hale Berry, 
Unlike them were living our happily ever after, 


The parish,
I drink until i perish,
In beer my life i cherish,
I wish to make a wish,
Parish, perish, cherish, i wish,

We've never missed a bar gathering, 
On several occasions you've missed a church meeting, 
We pay all our dues to the bar tender, 
You hardly give two percent tithe to the preacher, 
So when we meet in hell spare me the greeting,


Details | Ballad | |

A lesson from the Buddha

 A Lesson From the Buddha

The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.

He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”

He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”

The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.

As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.

29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stones

Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn




Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.


Details | Lyric | |

I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


Details | Alliteration | |

Withstanding Love

Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Haiku | |

Anatomy of Life

The philosopher has blades;
He wants to dissect
the body of life.


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to Loveliness

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.



















Details | Epyllion | |

EMPOWERING INNOCENCE

written 21st June 2013


A 'single'.. rose grows with purity, into a field, en-fenced
 from that 'moment' it buds, watch...as its passion, and grace.. intertwine
It begins to bloom, with such confidence
 showing off.. its elegance, with 'complete' dominance
For you are left... 'totally' unaware of an, 'entire' field of daisies, swaying.... such poetry
 such passion, and grace.. still exists in the heart, of humanity
The worlds future... 'completely' relies on 'peace' to become heard
 but how far has...man let it go, our hearts hold hope, for the same entity
Peace, love and harmony
 for those "who" choose to believe
Jesus freed, the curse we received by 'Adam' and 'Eve'
 they have found, love and peace
Taking it upon themselves, they help... the next man, to be 'free'
 within God's own time, we 'will' see, heaven on earth
For it is 'still' a gift... we all receive, at the hour of our birth
 


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


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 | Questionku | |

People-verses

People-verses
If written by God,
Why lost rhyme, measure?


Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.


Details | Free verse | |

A Wishful Horse

If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give  me a name to bear forever?

Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?

Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?


Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Forever

…Said the Mind to the Heart, we do not work together to run this place all we do is argue and fight.  This place use to run so simple and sweet then you came out your cage to take a peak. 

“I know this is true”, you’d plea to the rest of us Body and Soul, like fools we did listen as you said we’d be whole.    Against all reason yes you won that debate that we ventured on out and yes it was great!!!  

We have not ever since the birth of our seed been as happy as this to see you beat so hard and so strong.  As you reached out and grew stronger forged within what seemed an everlasting flame.  We took that happiness and strength that it gave and made that Leap of Faith as they say.

Now what happened then, oh strong Heart of mine, you were so filled with joy that it made us blind.  You caused us to believe that Love conquers all that we didn’t see the rocks coming out of the falls.

We hit and kept falling all bloody and beat but you continued to believe we would land on our feet.  We listened once more, although I petitioned to stop yet your Love was so strong that it crushed all other thought.

We hit and we sank in the darkness of the abyss and it opened our eyes while it weakened your grip.  Shattered and weak from the blood that you lost I picked up your pieces and put them back in your box.

I mended your wounds and bandaged you up but a piece still was missing you wouldn’t give up.  The cliff that we hit so hard still has a piece of your beaten up heart.  You left it there as a beacon of light to find your way back when you’re ready for flight.

My dear fragile Heart I cannot allow it as you wouldn’t survive another fall down it.  So we have decided us Body and all to lock you away in the depths of our Soul.  Poor mislead, barely breathing, yet you insist that it is not over.  

You’re blinded by Love even in your poor state but I pray you keep it that way so it won’t turn to Hate.  This is why you are banished and locked back away until we do pass or if Love brings your piece that you left back.  

For that piece is the key to unlocking these binds but be sure we will fight it with logic not emotion.  So sleep dear Heart of mine as best as you can for you won’t bother anyone ever again…….

And neither they you.

Author 
-JS- 


Details | Free verse | |

The Purpose of Silence

Silence—so embraceable are you!
It can neither sting nor soothe
It can neither be a poison or balm
It cannot be a curse or psalm
Cannot harm nor heal
Cannot numb or feel
It be only what our minds make of it
It be only what your imagination sculpts
Only what we assume
Only what we accept as true
All that have breath may utter lies
But silence rings no truth or false
No peace, no war
No clean, no gore. .  .

The purpose of silence, and other things too,
Is only what are minds make of it
What we believe of it
This be the purpose of Silence—it’s true
So what is the purpose
Of me, of he—of you?


Details | Haiku | |

Perfect Beauty

purest of all lakes
sweetest cake ever tasted
loveliest music not yet composed


Date:18/09/2014


Details | Kyrielle | |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...


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 | Verse | |

WHEN RAIN BEGINS


Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.

Memories of a day
Being shared between evening clouds.
A moment still hanging-
With a last wish of a spring leaf.
Wild wind playing flute
As stuck up in a drey.
Gloaming listens drifting bird’s swan-song,
‘ecstasy of living is joy enough.’

Then…



Abyss within
Rain composes a rondeau
‘I enliven grey soil.’

A poem by goutam hazra


Details | Free verse | |

Obscure

Literature is herself a clown.
Without this coming first,
no great art is made
except glooms of queer authors
peddling like traders of a trade.
 The second needed
is the dying of the tedious
sigh,
the writer must drown in happiness
and be filled in joy.
What covers will stay
and what empties will become
an empty road stand,
no beauty or use per say.
And last,the writer needs to master
the ideas of the whirling clock,
the deep jokes in ordinary lines,
and the skills of hung
heads,swinging apart their blood;
executed for what is done,
the writer executes the book
and the book,the image stays.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry

P) Power O) of E) effective M) mentality Seeing the external internally Imposed but there is a possibility Get you thinking constantly Spoken out with clarity Meaning it sincerely Increasing minds physically Teaching the mind eventually Sowing a lyrical tapestry With the power of the pen and pad it be The influence of God’s philosophy Balancing human hypocrisy Enriching hearts spiritually Spreading emotions evenly Sparking a forgotten memory Freeing prisoners emotionally By painting pictures vividly Always coming out visually Rhyming with a melody Wiping all misery Toning down insanity Showing everyone brightly And clearly This is poetry.


Details | Rhyme | |

heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



Details | Lyric | |

Love and hope

Love and hope
-Nikhil Chandwani
In the frosty of an ancient first light
That lazily lingers on;
Love, will give you hopes

In the middle of an intense storm
That trees you tattered and worn;
Love, will give you hopes

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you believe there’s not anything missing to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes.

When your heart begins to break
And you think, “No more can I take,”
Love, will give you hopes..

When need outweighs your means
And you have not anything left but dreams;
Love, will give you hopes.

Even while your tears fall like rain
And your sour soul screams aloud
And you feel there’s not anything left to gain
As you walk lost in a crowd…

Love, will give you hopes


Details | Free verse | |

A New Love Valve for my Heart

I need a new valve
In this little heart of mine
I need a sturdy one
That only lets enough love out
As the amount of love coming in

The valve I have is faulty
For even when love comes in a trickle
It lets out a strong surge of love 
And my little heart gets depleted
Of life giving love 
Leading to....
Heart attacks!
Yes, I suffer heart attacks
That are painful and frightening
The after effects of discomfort
Last such a LONG time
And I wonder….
Will the next one be fatal?

I need a new valve
I MUST get a new valve
Right away!
Before it’s too late!
Or perhaps…..
Perhaps…
I need a new heart?


Details | ABC | |

Metepora

What lies beneath 
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am 
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away 
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed 
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Paint the Permanent

I stand before the canvas of my life
with the arsenal of brushes I've been armed with
choosing the paints with which I'll work

My will is to paint the permanent
No watercolors that can wash
My strokes will stain the canvas true

In my art studio my brushes fire
Salvos of sultry reds
Volleys of vivacious violets

But I don't always paint alone
Others there are that share the studio
And though our canvases won't always hang together
A small army of artists are we

Who paint our lives with care
For all the world to see
The hues we use only we may choose
Brazen and bold, subtle, or stark
Soldiers of our arts
Aiming and striking and painting our hearts out
Until we die
And go to the Gallery

But as for me
I stand before the canvas of my life
And the brush is in my hand


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.

-10/23/2013-

A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Hopeless

Every night she paints the sky a little darker,
blotting out stars that she’s given up on.
Burning balls of dust that her imagination can
no longer shoulder. Someone else can have
their light; Someone with a little hope left.
She’d rather draw in grey scale memories,
outline them in crimson. It’s a little more 
realistic that way; contemporary at least.
The few last glowing bits in the horizon
give all that is needed for the final strokes
of her legacy. 
A promise to herself,
                               A tribute to the fallen,
                                   A gift for those who are sure wander onto the    
                                    path that she found, so long ago.
 
"Maybe it will save them.
                                     Give them what they need to find their way.”
 
She lay her brush unto the stone before her,
and let the grass take the blood from her hands
before she reaches out.
One final star shines in her eyes,
the only one left to guide them home.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

To Paint A Poem

With brush stroking mind,
Dabbing colored thoughts to paper.
Some, dark grey and brooding;
Then gold glitters in brain's eye.

My friend in well lit corner,
Waiting for written voice to settle there.
Drawing pictures with words never spoken;
This heart poses naked before its audience.

Aware of that cynical-eyed crowd,
Mona Lisa smiles hiding their hatred.
My imagination reflected
For better or for worse.

One man's dreams just hanging there,
Framed without having time to dry.
Lasting only briefly on canvas air;
One breath and the page turns to forget.

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.


Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


Details | Free verse | |

Silver Bells

Glimpsing his velvet silhouette amid the locker rooms shower...
Bronzed beauties masculine muscular physique; hypnotized by surprise ??
This golden stallion stirring emotions deep inside i never knew but could dare deny
Every ripple as every breath; feeling the blood, rushing to my head; making my way 
Unto his stall flowing locks, sandy blonde hair glistening droplets; crystals, hazel eyes. 


................................... * Smile, A Poem For Fun, LOL. ~  


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


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Whispers in the Willows

Close your eyes my love
and let your imagination run wild;
for hear me whisper such beauty
in your ear,
hear the whispers in the willow trees,
as they sway from side to side;
as the rolling, green hill faces
smile at us,
as I kiss you upon the cheek,
as we hold hands my sweet,
as I pick a thousand roses for you
and we go to the willow tree
and rest awhile,
listening to the whispering wind,
sing a sound with the willow trees.

Here the chimes tanging
and listen close to "I love you,"
catch it fast and hold on to it,
close to your heart,
and hear it beat to the sound of a drum
deep in your breast.

Hear me my love,
smell those roses I pick for you,
it shall surpass that my love is true,
listen to the whispers of my heart,
that I direct toward you,
My sweet rose,
my lovely babe,
my darling daisy,
my violet,
my lilac,
my willow tree, which sings a song of love
with the whispers of the wind,
and the soft whispers of my heart.

.12.18.2013.


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i carry you

CHAPTER 1
Broken glass, shattered dreams, aching hearts- bleeding the memories of yesterday
Fading hope, faded conviction; where do I go to bury you and put the dream of us 
away?
To preserve it forever I’ll put it to rest in c chamber of my soul, I will carry you in my 
heart
This way, my love, you’re forever mine, breathing you even though we are worlds 
apart


CHAPTER 2
Our song, romancing the moon and the summer breeze
The words I’ll be seeing you put my mind at ease
Oh God! Yet, I have burned it all, the bridges crossing to you my dear
I have tainted our love and demolished your heart of gold I fear
Ironically, it all came crashing down on your day of love Sir Valentine
Picture of destruction, sex, drugs and fake friendships intertwine
I will never insult you by trying to say I’m sorry, for it won’t do
There’s nothing I can even dream of that will ever make it up to you
That’s is why I’ll rather suffocate in my pain, take the punishment and protect you 
from me
You think you want this, but I destroy everything I touch, trust me part of my life 
you don’t want to be

HELL
My deepest desire is to go back and find you, but I don’t know where I let go
I don’t know what possessed me, how did you later become my foe
I’ve lost my mind more that I’ve realized, condemning us to hell
Sickening memories, pathetic choices and a heartbreaking story to tell
Pieces if of me, all I have left is my blackened heart and tears
If I forgive myself, will you leave my dreams – these are my fears
I year ago, to the night, I was almost conquered by the bear
The nightmare didn’t end there, I still carry you – life isn’t fair

AUTUMN
The days are turning colder, the warmth of the sun is fading away
An ironic metaphor of how we use to be, oh God how I wish it’ll be okay
I miss you, but I will always be looking for something more
More ambition, confidence, initiative – always being something that I’m punishing 
you for
God knows I want to be with you, but I will destroy
You loyal, passionate and unconditional love give boy


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My pet

My pet is an E.T. come from far outer space,
In that incredible green morning full of grace,
Ready to take compassion on uncomfortable race.
I mistook him for a vainglorious giant green ant,
Or a friendly, playful silver chameleon vagrant 
In a strange green cage like an UFO, or a bright cube;
A changeable dark hollow sphere, ellipsoid or tube 
Was his environment, where he felt incredibly free.
A fullerene as molecule composed entirely of C,
Might resemble his changeable colors and forms...
Coming from other world, he had different norms.
Like a tortoise or a snail with their long life shells,
He bore his genetic and civilization dowry`s codes,
And no hesitation in polishing them in many modes
Of significant recollections as invisible diamonds
In some allotropes forms with recordable sounds.
In their world, the injured ET always may complain
Regarding the rude restrictive rules to self maintain,
And too severely lathe`s and Lathes` laws to bind
A submissive or subversive aim of washing mind.
If many faces gambles have gained a grinder at hand,
Deceived by logic, or urged by mirror`s command,
Whatever transformation and simulation`s tidy tie,
The judging common world expects our constancy.
In his multi-dimension space, my pet`s only obsession`s
A shift character shows multitudes of points’ collections 
By dragging a 0-dimensional object in some direction,
One obtains a 1-dimensional object and self-selection. 
By dragging a 1-dimensional object in a new direction, 
One obtains a 2-dimensional object as self-protection.
My ET pet is playing in his cube beyond the K-K project. 
Indeed ,he could collect an (n + 1)-dimensional object 
By dragging an n-dimensional object in a new direction.
In our world,this game seems to be a natural selection.
He lived upon the analogy that (n + 1)-dimensional balls 
Have n dimensional boundaries, beyond the buckyballs...

If he he had wings ,could we put him in a modern hen coop?
Our world build this as a new loop-hole or as an alarming loop...


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Each morning , a white symphony

Each morning, a white symphony 
wakes up the same melancholy, 
Cold sun and the white which will burn…
Dreams and the dust filling the urn

From the back of the time`s pony
Each morning, a white symphony; 
The wind`s instruments by the sea;
Violins on sky`s balcony;                                                                                
                                            
All seasons`tribute in advance:
Winter with its full dress entrance;
Each morning, a white symphony; 
Hearts`s piano found harmony.

Hope established its colony;
Kids with carols and happy eyes.
Soon, they make a palace from ice.
Each morning,a white symphony.


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track 18

thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve


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The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


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

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

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

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

I refuse to bow.



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

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Blossom

My love is fragile but alive, 
Like a newly budding flower 

Longing for your warm touch 
Like a soft springtime shower

Where I will colorfully blossom, 
Pedals stretching out to you wide 
Fragrantly releasing its emotion 
Held deep inside  

It will be prime for the picking 
A bountiful harvest you could reap 
A succulent gift of pure love 
And forever yours to keep 

It’s your magical life giving light 
That’s all it will need 
Or it will shrivel and die 
Like a lonely forgotten weed.   


Details | Romanticism | |

Heartbrake and Love

She won't laugh anymore,
she won't smile anymore,
she won't talk anymore,
she won't love anymore,
she won't care anymore.
She doesn't laugh anymore,
nor does she smile and talk
and love anymore...

She still is beautiful though,
like my own portrait lady,
hung on the gallery wall
for all the other's to observe her beauty.
She was my goddess,
my own Athena, looked so divine;
as we danced in the ballroom on marble floor,
as our hands joined together,
as we shared smiles and kisses,
and romantic whispers in each other's ears.
And oh, how that four bit corsage
it looked so perfect on your lovely wrist,
and those jewels that made your eyes shine;
your hair long, in curls;
we were in love,
my beautiful portrait lady.

But Now-my love- oh, now I a ghost in your eyes,
A lonesome Phantom-
A new has come to dance with you,
with a mind- marble heavy-
who dips you on the ballroom floor
and all eyes are on you two-
Such young lovers, that is all-
A naïve girl and a boy with buckle un-done
and trousers around his ankles.
My love though, true it was,
but every eye turned away from me
when you stopped caring and loving.

See a fair Knight's heart broke,
and to see him ride away to a lost land,
only with sweet memories of you,
in all your sweet beauty, my love-
you shall not be forgotten so quick,
only in good time my portrait lady.

Now see anew sunrise,
a new day,
a new cliché,
a new love,
or a new way
to love again and see my heart grow strong again,
and pain gone with fresh, spring rain.
A new knight rides along a highway
and they all bow too him, in honor
of a new, mended heart-

.12.22.2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Rhyme | |

Eye Gazing

I see myself in
Languid spherical repose
I watch my eyes
In your eyes
 
Gazing into the wonder of you
 
I lose myself as
Windows of jade lash brief
Casting the very glow
Of my love’s desire
 
Upon the green waters of your soul
 
Turquoise hue paints the sky
Over my shoulder in your eye
A crimson bird does fly
Soaring both deep and high
 
Into the beauty of your uncharted mind
 
The most amazing image that I’ve ever surveyed is the warm light of forever falling through the panes of us…


Details | Free verse | |

Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?


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Moments in time

It’s not a ‘cloud of issues’ to deal with
but a crowd of witnesses that surrounds us;
with different personalities and gifts to offer
remind us that we’re all unique creatures
that God has made across time and space.

Moments in time enable us to change gears,
provoked by situations that bring to reflection;
relationships weave as crucial elements,
to our standards and expectations.

By way of committing to affairs of life,
there’s meaning, home to grace –
and it’s home to God that makes us wonder
his ways are certainly not our ways.

The concept of bitachon  takes us on a journey,
like a beautiful sanctuary within is being shared.
in the fullness of life’s experiences speak therefore –
how integral God is in each of our lives.

he makes us whole again, complete in inner dimension;
with peace that embraces all in a right relationship,
truly, a metaphor for the heart of life, a sacrament --
that provides grace and sanctity to be holy.

The God of love speaks and enters our inner sanctuary -
the heart which acts like a third eye in general;
hence, human struggles echo who we are
that define perseverance and faith in the living God.

We have cried enough tears in our lives
with a tremendous amount of optimism;
though as it sometimes seems a mystery, a problem -
that becomes a straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Aimed at transforming our lives into pieces of hope
where love is shared in many forms and shapes;
God dwells at the heart of every human being,
his interconnectedness defines his essence with us.

What a great gift to keep that in our minds,
it is God and us and those around us;
ilustrate a beautiful symmetry, another episode
that sustains us to keep in the race, keep in the game.
With a vivid recall of events in the life passed by,
a way of emphasizing how God keeps us strong
a response to what life is; in moments of time – he’s still there.
one with the Father, and the Father is in him. 

As Mark Twain said in one of his many writings,
“it is not what I don’t understand about the Bible
that bothers me.  It is what I do understand!’ He’s everything;
for we are in him, and he is in us;  we’re his sons and daughters.


Note;

Bitachon - a Jewish word which means “trust in God,” plays a critical role in jewish thought.  Just as a person should strive to observe Mitzvot, he or she should try to develop bitachon, a consciousness that God is actively involved in our lives.


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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bended

Bended
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB

Bended, can’t be mended 
Left in the cold, feeling stranded
Selfless, in need of connection
Fighting a battle with no hope or affection 

                                                                                                             1 November 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

We lose hope,
drowning in dope,
not knowing the strength
deep within our breath.

We carry energy of a thousand suns,
in every, hurt, humiliation, and suspicions
of following the wrong "path",
that could lead to "death."

We wait for time to heal our hearts,
so as to forget all life's hurts,
but the pain becomes too much to handle;
problems become too complex to handle.

The skies we stare for a sign;
an answer to perfectly align
with our desires, only for silence
to return to haunt our conscience.

It is only our attitude that we need to change,
so as to get divine power as our wage!


Details | Free verse | |

The Other Dead Metaphor


Locked within godless rooms
Sealed in vaults of megre immagination
Can you hear the words?

It’s not enough
Unable to grasp metaphor
They wither

Minds mirror plastic flowers
Lifeless without growth
Petals lacking vital scent

Too many wild verses;
Lay trapped within closed minds
A scripture’s message naught 
but bones of righteous intent

They cannot see past black & White
The visions a pen can paint for thought
Lost within preconception

Beauty flounders in dogma’s grasp
Between the lines;
Forgotten ashes
The day metaphor died


Details | Free verse | |

The Scent of Your Soul

Ahhh......so sweet is your soul's scent;
it excites everything with Bliss; bliss that never goes faint.
Inhaling your sweet scent, is our inner purpose,
to cease smelling the stench of worldly suffering.
Cover us with your wings, to let us smell your scent,
forever being drunk in your Eternal Bliss!


Details | Couplet | |

Un grand pas vers le Bon Dieu

Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow;
He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow;
It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh;
If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough;
A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon
As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon,
The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass;
The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass
The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ;
From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns
The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm
Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm:
Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain,
 Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain.
That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes
Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies
In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose
The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues;
The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call 
 In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul. 
The step towards his heart and quickly her stop;
Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope
 Ready to caught a falling star still hoping
The crystalline tear prolonged dropping
Transformed in advancing recollections through:
Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.



Details | I do not know? | |

random free thought ten min clock

Just cause its flowing as breeze blowing, and I tried 
death and running  can't hold my words no more .so 
I'm say it strong so your minds floored. I'm no silver 
tongue just keepcSaran rap. And tin foil to keep it 
fresh from the lyrical elements of my soul.
So when someone needs a taste of great
Their is no freezer burn or heat blisters from the fire 
or ice I have spoken,  I'm only as good as my opp

See the fallen bleeding ink and shame walking. So if 
you just about word play I got all boards for any 
games
From rythmatic thought . You who's pride I dropped. 
Because your gift was baught not given or speaking. 
Storys to mislead youth with your mediocre fairy tales 
base

Now I keep strait no matter my degree of tilt
I got alot of voices with me
I only speak a few things
But I got the mental intuition
Of all things slated to repeated iteration
To slow down are comprehension
Of our own self degradation

I keep in depth philosophy 
Like Socrates, who need words they munipulate and 
twist feeling to opion which context could be divine 
degree.
One truth open to debate is What gives life to heiarchy 
And aristocracy



I see a thousand life's from behind grey glazed eyes
A color caused by warm blood making steam as its 
pushed through
The frozen heart of a Aquarius ice dragon . 
Warmth went cold when heart mourned the loss of 
soul

king of the jungle maybe not,
But sure as my essence is only words
My parables our strong to be challenge only by 
enlightened one

I'm tribal like survival and poetic like the Bibles so I'm 
just stay in the moment if I find a enemy then in his
Mind he is more righteous than I
Which is the devils leap vanity of self
Assured your loss from go

I'm here to shatter the hopes of gluttonous dreams 
fueled by greed
 with boulder size metaphor 
bet you lose your head before I do Yep crazy as well 
,and world I'm coming at you.
I'm point fingers and play no blame game.
I'm just gona talk the words I can't keep pace with. like 
a synthesized symphony to practice flute too.

If creation was done in 7 days maybe a 7 syllable word 
is waiting for me to form and vomit the entire message 
in one word instead of chasing unsaid parable like 
prayers of all , or hate unspoken, and words not said 
that should have been spoken when You kill pieces of 
individuality by given a lil uself so career get going.


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Art

The blush of breath against creation;
wind born from the mouth of perception
sending life into the veins of what has been struck.
Beauty in the shade of compassion,
thriving in a glade of torment.
Reckoning splattered upon a blank
canvas whispering “I need purpose”. 
Deception bathed in guilt,
letting forgiveness blot the stains 
of regret from the very same easel.
Art is condemnation and exaltation
in chaotic synchronicity.
Harnessed disarray,
profound confusion.
Oxymoronic clarity.
Bloody peace,
screaming silence.
Conceptual destruction,
and subtle suggestion.
Art studied you,
before you pondered before it.
Felt the gush,
while you blinked..
Craved while you fed
 and suffered for your stare.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Country Storms

Stepping heavy as the burden of my heart breaks
Heartfelt, never made an effort that was half-hearted  
enough to be coming at your heart in half-steps
Check my prints, my footsteps never matched them
The path I tread in , my only companion be my melodies
Like the walls of Jericho fell, fall and there falls the Pharoah
Threats of Violence don't scare me
Thye just make me very hard to deal with
Especially when the means you using be excessive
Like you obsessed with my arrest's
Interested< deceitful, you feel more harm than good for me and
Even if burried or even forgot about  this talent
I just may say challenge, Life in shreads still
My Heart still intact, Tactics attack that!
I was just a branch back then
But i branch out
My pain be paid in spades then
Truths hurt and I embrace them
Like God's Graces <> Like all my Faith is
Dead without the works
God's the rod to my back still
Man my back hurts
the battles I lost them 
look at the cost here
I'm seed that is fallow, the ground is Hallowed
Pride swallowed, I still feel and taste that sorrow
It's unlikely, it's not even like me
to be talking to mice like they're men and mighty
so i switch it up and doulble dip them
Top them like i'm talking to models
My Motto "Aqua, Contra, Quatra"
I never quench the Spirit
My Spirit serious enough to quench a series
Precise, precisely, ETA> exact time arrival
Man I'm past due i ain't even arrived yet
I couldn't defeat 'em, but I survived them
And I will>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Be the one  Pitching the Team here
and if They wanna be the devil
Well I be the Devil
Serving Curve balls and Strikes down the middle
Big Brother don't feel my anger
Just feel the Power
Come on man don' you wanna share it
Cuz you be Preaching to me about being stingy
look I'm the Potter, your the vessal, you want some Honor
i don't ask for nothing, nathan
I just take you and feed you like i did the pheines then

You never know I just might  be that tree man
Whispering up in a  breeze in
And there boy
Up in the air with The Airforce
Like the 3rd World War
Destruction>--- Of -C-our-se
Death For-- S-ure


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Heart Wing Bird

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)

... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)

Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)

So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single,  Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...

'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...


             Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012 
                         by:  MoonBee Canady





Details | Free verse | |

Slicing An Apple

1.
for the smoothness is gone
only now,  do i detect
 stone too cool
for the ends of the fingers.

2.
often my watch 
seemed broken unable to keep time
i smile now
for  i will never be on time.

 3
i use to watch time
with roman numerals
but know time watches me
so i see myself
walk by backwards.


4.
as words disperse from a old dictionary
the pages
all have the same chapters .
but  new characters grow on the branches
as the stars 
swim where the leaves
 of knowledge  cannot touch.

5.
now is the time
for touching the lips are plump
with temptation
but poems still taste of ink.

6.
fruit with seeds
in the inner chambers
the metaphor that hides inside
that will reproduce
other symbols
as i cut  it into segments of slices
for somewhere a teacher waits...


Details | Romanticism | |

Languish Not, My Love

(The Song of Solomon 7: 10-13)



Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Bring The Nourishment of The Nectar You Forgot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
& You Will Taste The Sweet Fluid-Juice & Pulpy-Fruit Thereof

For The Pleasure of A Garden
Passion-Rose For You Still Grows
And I Will Keep You Replete
Within Its Tantalizing-Throes

With Touches, So Translucent & Tender
Oh My Love  – I Will Fill You
With Every Delicacy On Desire’s Trays 
I Will Bear This Gift & Thrill You

For Here Is The Banquet of Red Wine Kisses
 & Lips Breathing Sweetly Close
Oh Feast Your Eyes On & Eat The Offered
Trust & Flesh & Heart of Me Exposed

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
& With My Tongue, I’ll Help You Drink Each Delicious Drop

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
& Feast On My Attention But Starved For Affection We’ll Shove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For I Will Soothe & Strengthen Any Waiting & Weak Spot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Languish Not My Love
For I Fill & Feel Your Form – As Do Hand To Glove

Oh Languish Not, My Love … My Love, Oh Languish Not
For Here Is The Heated Honey of Our Fondue &Flame Pot

Oh My Love, Languish Not … Oh Languish Not, My Love
… Now Come Feed & Take Your Fill – ‘Til You Have Tasted Enough


           Written & ©:  7/2/2013

              By:  The MoonBee


Details | Lyric | |

Vampire

To cause someone such a pain was not enough
Than to choke the void with shame would conquer love
To give someone this emptiness as a gift
You would fill the box with lies and wrap it up with promises 

So reach inside I just dont care
You wont find anything in there
Just a broken heart made of clay 
And arteries filled with a bitter taste 
I just thought I could be your friend
But your fangs were sharp in the end
What I see in your eyes is a liar
The beautiful death of my vampire

Turn on the TV to turn the silence down
Because the voices from inside they echo loud
Feeling dragged until the finger nails are all torn out
As the taste of my dying pleasure drips from your mouth

So rip my heart out through my spine
I'm sure it won't hurt as bad this time
You see Im not made from paper mache
I will not easily tear and just blow away
So you won't crumble me up again
And throw me away with the wind
My bitterness has cut a frown into your smile
The beautiful death of my vampire
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Details | Free verse | |

Near the End

Red starlit fabric drapes over the model
the artist tries his best
to capture in oil, on canvas,
small lit places on her skin;
light through the trees, outside the window

his sight is marginal;
he goes mostly from memory, instinct
and what he imagines is actually there
he stops for a moment, hard to breathe,
asks her to rest

she is bored
knows he is no master
will sit for him anyway,
he pays,
she has time

after a few minutes, he starts again
re sets her, pulls out a smaller brush
strains his eyes
swears this will be the last one...
until tomorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

Mortality

(This piece was published in Shot Glass Journal, by Muse-Pie Press, Issue #13)



Mortality


It is like an ocean wave that is alive in one moment,
then it becomes part of the ocean the next moment;
the wave is unable to be alive for eternity. The wave only exists
in photos, but not in the next few minutes……


Details | Free verse | |

Indifferent

He took my heart and looked at it
he cocked his head and furrowed his brow at it
he blinked his eyes and breathed his breath on it
he smelt it and pulled a face at it
he turned it over and examined it
he stroked it softly and handled it
he dropped my heart and stepped away from it
he looked down at it and contemplated it
his love was empty, I could see it
his hands were dirty, he wiped them on his shirt
he left my heart there on the floor where he’d let it slip
his hands were clean now, he’d made sure of it
And as long as he didn’t get too close again
he wouldn’t have to face it, he could forget about it
so he walked away from my heart, he turned his back on it
because sometimes it’s easier to drop a fragile thing
than it is to take take care of it


Details | I do not know? | |

Alive Still Dead

Killed still, alive still dead
spilled on her heart , skilled with the passion i pour there
I have a glass of her pain and it consumed me
True, the truth hurts
it will do more than hurt, sure it will 
hunted and chased down
apprehended, caught, Im lost now
I fall< I rise up
I live for the satisfaction it gives her
half the battle aint even faught yet
half my heart still i breate air
all my love im willing,
doubted it not even for a second 
planted and watched hope grow
watched and never looked away from the first day
and from her first words
I deserved them
I am a success when i search you\
a failure when i give up
a monster when i get mad
the devil when you want him
a mind of a wise man when you try me
Im a fool just to blind them
a loud mouth to the be the sound of
a leader so they will surround me
a ninja when i get them all in then
a major part of the whole scheme of
The things i dream of 
the life i want back


Details | Prose | |

I Can Hear The Color

The sounds of color
Dancing through my dreams
Animated notes on an
Astral stage.

Ribbons flit to and fro
A circus of music;
Energy generated in night realms…
My dreamtime stage is sweet.

Light play is the ultimate composer and
Music is a universal gift of repose.


Details | I do not know? | |

with thanks to Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley...

...an echo of her laugh

whispers past

a simple joy, a gentle breeze

of quiet reflection that can never last

the fleeting innocence once drifting along

then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song

the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt

of days and of nights of serene peace

gone forever now, 

for into the night's void everything must eventually melt

though the memories and the thoughts 

and the echoes of her whispers

settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease

but that's all long gone now

even though the echoes of her whispers

seem never to cease...


Details | Free verse | |

When beating hearts shatter

When beating hearts shatter
in time of desire,
and you of my dream;
a beautiful girl dressed in white,
as you come to me(a kiss upon my cheek)
my heart thumps and shatters,
for my dear, you give me hope to move on.

As my heart beats for you, and only you,
I carry your body in my mind everywhere I go,
my dear, I only hope you do the same.
The thoughts run ramped in my head,
and it rattles and shakes with thoughts of you,
my dear, and only you I say, my love.
That is when my heart shatters for you,
to spot you with another    and I stand there,
paused     and I hold my breathe to only hope
it was a nightmare I had just witnessed- but sadly it was reality,
and my heart bursts and shatters,
like glass hitting pavement,
bone breaking on concrete;
oh my heart it cannot bear such pain.
The feeling of heart shattering into a million pieces
is an unbearable feeling to feel.

My love    I wish my nightmares never turn to reality,
I wish they were    gone and vanished away,
but you make my heart skip beats    and my love
I cannot trust that you'll be true    only to see such
madness in the flesh burns my crooked eyes,
and turns my hair white.

Oh, I wish now this event were over,
and you were in my arms and not in another's.
Keep out of harms way,
but if thee shall love another,
than go on.
That is all.
Forget about me,
and I shall surly give up on you, in due time.
This spring next year you shall come around,
and too late you shall be,
for I'll shall be with another.

When beating hearts shatter,
and love comes 'round,
love will lose it's way in some other's heart.
And I shall walk with them on a road into a beautiful town,
overlooking the calm, blue seas and sailboats
crossing each other's path and waving hello,
oh, and the setting of the golden sun shall be a beautiful site to see.

.3.2.2014.


Details | Elegy | |

Michael Joseph Jackson (RIP)

Refrain
Wake me from my livid dream, stir my soul
So spirit may bring flesh to sense again
Transport me to another time, this pain
Will cease in that climate where we are whole
There the lights are bright upon the stage
And death is banished from youth and from age
          
            Truth alone endures asleep or awake, truth
            Alone will never change, love is a fruit
            Of enduring truth, and absence is pain
            Telling us the giddy earth is so vain.

Why, giddy earth, did you take him away?
Is your coffer of dust famished for clay?
His immatured manhood pure art became
His unbound spirit was the candle'sflame

          O giddy earth, you blew him out, no more
          This child, to moonwalk your flesh gritting shore
          He and Ben thought they would call you their own
          A promised to be there when I'm alone.

Who shall write from the lonely tree for him
Who shall heal the world's pride for us like him
Who shall dance to the edge of oneness still
O truth endure ... we are a fabled will

          Farewell Michael, great metaphor of time
          In all your gift the race was more sublime
          And we pray you will not fade from truth, we
          Celebrate your art, love your memory.  

We celebrate the joy in mystery lost
O art sublime tolls such a human cost
Farewell unfading genius and friend
Farewell guiding light none could comprehend.


Details | Free verse | |

Another Charred Romance

She felt the calloused hands of a wrinkled scheme
around the throat of her pierced divinity.
                    Loosen another chapter,
                      let it fall unto the hips 
                        of another severance. 
Breathe in the disgust. 
Swallow the pill,
and let beauty fade. 
Tonight,
is just another plague
on both our hearts. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Lyric | |

My High

Another dose
Of the good stuff
Poppin all night
5 syringes 7 drugs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Smokin,sniffin,inhaling
Cloud 9 of all highs
But it's not enough
Another dose 
Of the good stuff
Drink after drink
Shot after shot
Chug after chug
But it's just not enough
Take a high way drive
Feel invincible
Laughing
Joking
But oh so serious
110 mph
But all I do is
Sing
Write
Draw
Dance
Create
My talents
My skills
My love
My high


Details | Blank verse | |

Cadogan Place

On this side of the inferno,
A cool breeze gently tugs the sleeves,
Of the man whose plan is to seize,
Just enough children hands to die,
Before the rot of paradox,
Sets in to make him lonely again.

His idea is to take a metaphor,
(Which is not quite a living thing
But still something you’d be best off
Keeping an eye on, so to speak),
Distill its essence in vapor,
Inhale, and, if all goes well, fly.

Looking down at Cadogan Place,
A lost poodle looks left and right,
Searching for his lady of fate,
A woman of some pedigree,
Whose appointment with the doctor,
Should have come before the bridge.

It was not a long war, exactly,
The casualties were kept low,
So as to keep things kind of fair,
The armies fought against the words,
By which means it was a real war,
In her head that is, before she jumped.

A man, with a broken wheelbarrow,
Full of gall and grinning onions,
Stood on toe searching the night light,
For the coming nocturnal gift,
Showers filled with resentment,
Enough by George to make him rich.

The flying man grinned and waved,
A dream much more than good or bad,
Beyond the English din of facts,
Horizons paved by German rats,
Lay a frontier, the final font,
Where little magic verbs chanted.

Like the zipless art of friction,
A new slang fell upon the land,
The man on the ground pointed down,
His boots heavy with laughter’s sound,
Making his rounds by selling nouns,
Penny magazines for the poor.

If living was only to be,
Sick for most of eternity,
The parlor lady almost drowned,
Might just have counted her blessings,
For when truth gets told by owls old,
Dying deals just another blow.

When she got back from near defeat,
The water of fire, air, and earth fell,
Like a hundred thousand thoughts,
From her shoulders in one big swell,
Soothing not just the ache in her heart,
But healing poetry’s lost art.

Be not deceived when fiction flies,
For it takes two ones to make a third;
The tears of lies flow down a stream,
To where a receptacle awaits,
A tiny grail called the ocean,
Which opens its mouth and cries. 

Artists, saints and philosophers,
The proverbial trinity,
All in it from go to finish,
To make laws out of points of view,
From flaws so fake and sick to see,
As to shame the sun into tears.

Thrice removed from the heart of life,
Sat a man in a pyramid, 
Holding a timepiece to his chest,
Geometry’s essence for rest,
The wet kiss of life fleeting fast,
He forgot why lips were therefore.

The noise of all the busy streets,
Starvation teasing Burden’s ass,
Words by numbers laughing loud,
The Stone, the Rock and all the crowd,
All crushed by the turn of a crank,
While exploding stars meant nothing.


Details | Free verse | |

Temporal

TEMPORAL 

At rainy Lisdoonvarna your red hair was a flare
which guided us to your side
through multi-sensory squalls
when the crowd’s swell parted our company.

I view this photo, perceive the melancholy,
and see the longing now;
to which those ever sparkling eyes,
and my self-hatred had blinded me.

When they find that quantum is bunkum,
I’ll travel there again and tell you
that i am a fool;
that you are a jewel; then
touch your hand,
and see what flares.


Details | I do not know? | |

An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

traumatic brain injury

as I lay beneath the twillight 
of my perpetrual youth 
why under a knights cloak 
I'd withered very quickly 

saddled beyond self 
and an unconscious metaphor 
idealistically reaching for melancholy 
and transgressional desires 

I could only invision
through dark windows
in my mind I'd drifted
calmly into madness into a sheer

sleep state of awareness 
a rapture of small pants kept me ajar 
amidst the emptiness of a 
bruised brain matter 

so well crafted while dreaming in pieces


Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.


‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.


‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.


‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.


‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.


‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


Details | Free verse | |

Art Critic

In our transient ways
 –cultural, individual-
We practice genuine displays
That mask common questions,
(Our common ancestor of concern)

They drift above us all
In endless helpings… We’re full.
But how to stop?

So it’s off to the shows,
The theatre,
The museum, the park,
The performance,
The lake,
Disney land,
And pretty houses, 
Pretty dresses, pretty things…

All the Art,
Collectively human.
But where do we start?

Serious in our searches
For the motive behind a creation,
(Something for critics) as if the trivial meanings
 May collectively, help us 
Solve a little something of our own.


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Block

Pen on paper
The chisel wavers
The statue still headless
Construction remains motionless

Nose, eyes, and mouth still an enigma
Which facial feature shall play as the lead stigma?
Craft a smile on the blank slate
Or a whimpering frown on that cold state

Metaphor, theme, simile, and allusion
Selecting “e) all of the above” pangs lofty derision
Would “love” suffice
Or could “burning passion” be more precise?

As long as no thought comes to mind
Sitting here will turn into a crime
Is there any key to lock
The gate that leads to writer’s block?

*To all of my fellow poets whom suffered through this disease.:)
-M&M


Details | I do not know? | |

what kind of love

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known and never reget,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind, or forget -


Details | Romanticism | |

Oh if She was like a Love Song

Oh she so beautiful,
like a love song
sung only by the most lovely of voices
of angels who fly overhead
watching down over us all;
and she shall smile so bright,
it shall outshine the sun, stars and the moon.

Oh if she was a love song, I
say if she was a love song
that reminds you of the old days
when smiles and warm embraces
were on every corner,
she will be the most lovely of love songs.

If she were such a love song,
that uplifts the heart in the deepest of sorrow
and sadness, then her smile,
shall indeed brighten an already darkened soul.
Hold her in my arms,
and love her, as she sings to me
such a beautiful love song.
Love her forever,
till the end of times,
shall I never leave her side,
for she is my little love song.

.12.18.2013.


Details | Free verse | |

Super Element

O, Uranium
O, mighty Uranium.

If love had a chain reaction like yours,
our hearts would all end up with flaming mushrooms
of compassion and desire; our adrenaline of passion would
rush such that they would light up cities; two people exposed
to each other as they hold each other's arms, would make a romantic fission
that would light the night light summer day!


Details | Free verse | |

Singing to the stitching of her heart

Jump off the grand canyon,
and push the Rocky Mountains to the East
and see the tiger roar in the green jungles of India
and the lion is sleeping in Africa,
the birds are at my window singing.
She lay there quiet and sad,
pale at heart and weak in the knees and joints,
rusting from the rain.
I sit there smiling
and I hold her in my arms and sing to her,
and she stitches up her broken heart,
with the lovely song I sung along with the peaceful,
little birds along with the stiching of her lonesome heart.

... her heart is not so lonely now...

I sit there, with her in my arms
she is smiling and singing
and we kiss the dark twilight away
and see the birds fly away in the sunset
and we stay there in the room full of stiched up hearts
and peaceful music.

...her heart is not so lonely now...

12/3/13


Details | Free verse | |

Biography (the introduction)

Strip me bare like the land
Sacred and unprotected
That you come to claw and tear
To hold its sparkle 
In the ostentation of your hand
For man is more than spectacle
And I am more than
Just a sum of atoms, 
Or a bit among the pieces of the plan
Mine me for all the gold I am

It is a great project
Memory writing imagination 
To immortalize the castle in the sand
The salt tongue of sea
Have shaped like a human hand.
I shall learn too
Rocks like a metaphor for my strength.
 
Only bring not those productions here
Machines crawling 
Into my skin
Gnawing me with caterpillar teeth
Of a psychological reality
Of the Aryan world
Leave Sigmund and Karl
In the bleachers to wait with me
For the expedition that shall be
A better paradigm than El'Dorado
Those are superficial oars 
Too narrow the scope of vision
To plow and dissect
The TransAtlantic triangle
Of my reduction
To a stage of history
The savage
Unthankful for its civilization
Making the cosmology of the soul.
I am more rock
Than a caterpillar can feed.
And it, before it flies
Against the glittering sun
Is more paradigm
Than you excavate from a pun.

Strip me bare like the land
This limited space in time
Shall tell
The expanding universe of days
Not a new beginning
But a slow Columbus world
Coming to the reality
Of a preexistence beyond
Mere sensation
Laid out like cloth
Upon the table of the mind.
Cloth, you say
Another precursory thing to rag
O had you seen it
Form like cotter on the head
Or turban, or mat
Or sheet upon the bed
It carries babies too
Close to the fountain of its milk
But cloth, before all that
Woven and waiting for the design
Functional in service
And still a canvas of history
Only an ancient African understands.
Cloth you take off to change the landscape
That body stands naked in its innate beauty 
Despite the loss of soil and trees
Cloth shed like skin
Before we enter into the river
I from Darien look and shiver
At the sight of the newcomer
Standing like a Drake


Details | Narrative | |

The state of my heart

It’s a journey to be reconciled with the past,
especially when one’s life still carries the wound;
it’s like a running sore that permeates the soul,
a gigantic barrier, an impediment in any way.

God’s promise, “The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.”   True!
Comparatively, some shades of darkness
have to be cleared and dispelled in one’s heart 
the revealing darkness that symbolizes pain,
closed windows that block God’s blessing.

Well, it’s a metaphor to the so-called ‘wound’
a kind of silhouette that’s difficult to mirror
a kind of misfortune that ruins disposition.

It’s hard to believe those who’re with God,
those who teach about love and respect,
yet, it’s a tragedy to see them on the contrary
because they live with hypocrisy and irony.

This is what I feel as I welcome the New Year,
mired in hope that someday healing takes place
such a great deal that needs love and understanding
that life may be whole again with a heart that cares.

The throbbing verses of cultures

Chronicled as part of history
the reality gives meaning;
it's a pathway to move along,
a commitment to future dream,
a response to what is ideal.

Addressed as a piece of literature
the struggles involved with one another.
It's a life of experience that forms,
a historical menu to savor,
an enormous task to fulfill.

Lived as a language I best hear
with silence and profound meaning;
It's a human action and reaction,
a point to what we're here for;
being called to serve -
a measure to Christian perfection.

Proclaimed as a gospel of inspiration,
with diversity of cultures
that runs through this generation,
its texture, zest and color,
aptly describes, "we're one nation."

Being grateful for various reasons
with different contexts and situations.
They're hallmarks to great civilization;
with the continuing growth amid some afflictions,
a message of hope, worthy of revelation.


Details | I do not know? | |

Art Reflecting Life

A kaleidoscope 
Of disturbing and enigmatic images 
Flash now before my mind’s eye. 

A cerebral menagerie, 
Painted from long forgotten memories 
That were tucked secretly away 
In the back corner of my mental studio, 
Are now being displayed 
in my mind's personal gallery. 

Shocking reminders of youth; 
Blood red canvases 
Depicting moments of cruelty and neglect, 
Abstract images of confusion and loneliness
 
Various black and white photos 
Of heart ache and pain 
Are now arranged 
in a horrific collage of misery before me.
 
An unscheduled showing, 
To remind me of what I fought so hard to forget 
And put behind me. 

But as I reflect 
And now admire the perplexing and unsettling collection 
Laid out before me 
I realize how I have successfully outran my past 
I have painted a new life 
Full of beautiful lines and brilliant colors 

And now I find comfort within myself
As I now let my life reflect 
The art my heart now produces.


Details | Free verse | |

Within Captivation

As time fades into the night, the cleansing of the day...
when all of daylight is seen in the shadows tucked away...
there is an untold venture of unseen lives in untouched sight...
all the troubles endured hide inside the light.
In darkness, memories come a reminder of the past.
All evils that lay within us, covet solitary tears.
Holding us within it's dark embrace, caressing all of our fears. 
Yet, there are the quiet moments...
When a single mirrors another soul.
Such a loving rarity, feeling whole.
The light seems but a foreign place.
Appearing golden in dreams.
Against the thoughts of normalcy, a voice to recognize amongst the screams.
There is no guide to follow.
Each journey remains indifferent from the very start.
Knowing of loves intention, we leave pieces of our heart.


Details | Quatrain | |

Folie a Deux

Mosaic beauty upon a canvased mind -
Abstracts' thought of two;
Spiritually carving an essence defined -
Sculpture's alluring view.

Model charisma, transcendent panoramics -
Chiseled utopia, kissed;
Shapes sexing and molding, sealing ceramics -
Tracing mystiques', blissed.

Embossed lines erect, curves aligning -
Signature beings, weld;
Engraving couplet, trademark entwining -
Crowning bijou, held.

Marbled terra cotta knows statues' Arcadia -
Concrete and clay conceive;
Porcelain angel now lives in Fantasia -
All set in stone make believe.

© March 2013


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strings

Like a cigarette 
It’s a lovely day 
Just an ordinary wife
She carries smiles 
A scent of cider 
Above her waste 
Like a girl next door
She’ll lie and bitter your taste

Fingers along your strings 
Strings of your guitar
Days, they pass
But only your strings
They chase the emptiness away

Like a cigarette
Its still a lovely day
Like a father figure 
I’ll push you away
Like a cold winter night
I’ll hold your warmth
As a metaphor 
I’ll do you no harm

Fingers along your strings 
Strings of your guitar
Days, they pass
Yet nothing seems to chase 
This emptiness away

A sunrise from now
I’ll see angels with blue hair
She pours her coffee cold
And she thinks of 
The stories told
I know you’re out there
And maybe
Your just getting by
But between you and I 
We know that life isn’t fair


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The game played in the name of virginity

When kane is mankind's lesson in life
there remains a need for a lesson in love
when your television is hell's proof of a holy war
your blind muse confused with the legacy of christ
and the battle of troy
Both seem to have a name similar to genocide
and a plan to love this loveless weapon
since the planet is a homeless shelter
the realisation we have nowhere better to go
we cheer on the one man army at war
one in which we know there will be no victoms
and results in no non believers

When two peaceful men stand tall
one hand washing the other
even in metaphor in the midst of mankind's obsessive compulsions
that had left them thinking their wills to do good werre being tested as if they were flawed

A continual life lesson
of your media and music
string theory at god's birthday
simple cliches of your life lesson
gives you another chance at winning one of god's lottery's
either way, this is an ultimate payday


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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.


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Mosaic

Cut myself on the shards
Of my own broken heart
I've got to put it back together,
Got to keep it all together...

Fell in love with a borrowed heart
He told me I could keep it-
Would I trade it for the mosaic
He saw laying at my feet?
He pointed to my broken heart,
Said that's the prettiest portrait
Of a soul I've ever seen


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The state of my heart

It’s a journey to be reconciled with the past,
especially when one’s life still carries the wound;
it’s like a running sore that permeates the soul,
a gigantic barrier, an impediment in any way.

God’s promise, “The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness did not overcome it.”   True!
Comparatively, some shades of darkness
have to be cleared and dispelled in one’s heart 
the revealing darkness that symbolizes pain,
closed windows that block God’s blessing.

Well, it’s a metaphor to the so-called ‘wound’
a kind of silhouette that’s difficult to mirror
a kind of misfortune that ruins disposition.

It’s hard to believe those who’re with God,
those who teach about love and respect,
yet, it’s a tragedy to see them on the contrary
because they live with hypocrisy and irony.

This is what I feel as I welcome the New Year,
mired in hope that someday healing takes place
such a great deal that needs love and understanding
that life may be whole again with a heart that cares.


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Poetry

I put some thought, random thought
Into life
Maybe I should take bigger bites instead  of nibbling
On it because it doesn’t seem to keep stretching after I reach the halfway mark
Doesn’t matter now because the water is boiling and 
I can’t find
A bigger pot to put this dead animal in
I don’t really understand why we put dead animals into our mouths
It tastes good but I still don’t understand
A lot of things happen like that
I watch the neighbor open the door and place a well worn box outside
I remember him taking that in a couple months ago
On my way in from the grocery store with some 
apples and peanut butter
Not to sound too cliché
But i feel we are all worn boxes waiting outside
To see if when we are going to be picked up and taken to the next place
That kind of thought belongs in a poem
Things like these always belong in a poem
Maybe I should say we are all like 
apples and peanut butter
But those go together too well to be metaphor 
I don’t know what I’m trying to say  but 
this is a poem
Money evades me, it really likes to
After it shines so brightly in my hand I never can seem to get enough
I am Narcissistic  enough to look in a mirror
my mind is a mirror
At times I only see myself and things start spinning
Spinning spinning spin spin 
And my mind, once so sheer that it only reflects what I see, gets scratched
Until it’s quite unclear and the 
reflection only shows hazy images
It’s so quiet, just like knowledge
My wisdom in a mirror
18 years young and I won’t pretend like I know what I’m talking about
But this is a poem


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Contrived Poetry

                Poetry, as the height of fantasy,
   contrives a wondrous world of wide-eyed awe,
   of meaning and reason, rhymed or unrhymed,
         of sensible sounds of sensitive sense;

              it conjures up harmony in chaos,
     fiercest faith in the midst of darkest doubts,
    soft healing of the soul's bloodless bleeding,
     pure peace in the pandemonium of storms;

                    Poetry, metaphor of reality,
       sways with the oscillations of the moods,
      drifts with the sure shifting of the seasons,
    sails with the soul, with pain and its lessons !