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Details | Free verse | |

The Elephant in the Room

3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left

An equilibrium facing assault charges against self

They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends

Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations

…

But, it was then.

These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV

Proudly imported from China

“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”
(SMASH!)

And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear

It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night

As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song

The real newsflash

Metaphors played hooky today

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Sestina | |

A cyclical life

Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours through a clock by the day,
Never sated, not content to find even love,
Buried deep inside the petals of a perfect rose.

So was a metaphor created from the rose, 
Then plagiarized and used for all of time,
Simply here to represent the beauty of love,
A perfection to which we cannot aspire to in life,
Or even death, in the darkest of all those woes,
Great though they may seem by the passing day.

It's a fragile, soulful kind of love,
In the pressing presence of the breaking day,
Where your back breaks beneath ample woes,
And there just simply isn’t ever enough time,
To do what you plan to do with your life.
Then you start to resemble that rose.

Soft and delicate, with easy loss of life,
Mournful of the passage of time,
Counting down, day by dreary day,
Ever seeking out to find dear love,
The theoretical banishment of woes.
Such is the way of the deep red rose.

Has it ever occurred to us not to mark time?
Just to ignore it, along with any such woes,
Just to leap forth and enjoy life,
To live to the absolute fullest everyday,
And just as chosen by the poet's rose,
To find and hold on to, that one true love.

For I find, that it's mostly true these days,
That people don't make enough time,
For laughter and fullness in life,
So preoccupied with petty woes,
That they forget about the beauty of love,
And in doing that, they forget about the rose,

I know what the rose represents in my life,
And I work hard to expel my woes every day,
So that soon I will have time for true love.

*****Written in Sestina for Constance's Poetry 101 contest.*****
******* 5th Place winner*******
******Sarah Blake August 2010******

A sestina is a highly structured form of poetry consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-
line envoy (thirty-nine lines). The end words of the first stanza are repeated in varied order
as end words in the other stanzas and also recur in the envoy.


Details | Verse | |

Stars

Stars
A cycle of rebirth And regeneration Cosmic mysteries From the depths of the universe.
Immortal beings During acts of love Cast mystical spells Generating creative life forces.
Name: Pandita Sánchez Contest: “Shine with Your Naani!” Date: 6-18-2014 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


Details | Sonnet | |

FIREWORKS


Exquisite, this expectation as dusk
mellows each ruffle on her robe de style*,
warm her expressions, candid, unrushed
for lake waters return that sunny smile.

A hem trails the shore with tulles of twilight,
overcome, the hush of angels almost cries   
at grace in upsweeps and poise held as night
steals her away with a sorrowed sigh.   

Dark this vista til she yields her jewels,
moonstone and topaz, citrine and ruby,
all her wisdom to forever unfurl  
in fireworks, a blaze of poetry.   

Love left its mark, Heaven is now altered
by a flourish that brightens even the stars.






*** We will miss you, Linda Marie, but your poetry, light, love of life, will continue to live on... GODSPEED....

* A Robe de style is a long gown with a wide, billowing skirt 


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Morning Mist

The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
bent
And reaching out to
touch with
loveliness
The trees, and fills
my heart with
wonderment
At how her fingers
curl with
curiousness
To stroke the ragged
faces of the rocks,
Or run her dewy
fingers through the
phlox. 



{Written by Isaiah
Zerbst for the
poetry contest
"Through the Mist"
on the 20th of
August, 2014.}


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem If time were just a thing to save, At last, when life is ending, We’d have a bank of empty days— No equity to show. Instead of hoarding like a slave That which we should be spending, Invest it well in useful ways— Observe the interest grow! © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~First Place~ October 21, 2014 Contest: Seize the Day (Carpe Diem) Sponsor: Regina Riddle


Details | Sestina | |

A Mouse And A Man




In the anters and shadows of this baleful life
perhaps the little brown mouse searching in silence
bewray a lonesome story behold

For eyes to wander a brief candle behold
in hushed light, enwheeled...this pitiful life
if only, my friend, to peer in silence

where love had flown in years of silence
to gape for dawn, a friendship behold
in ghostly thought of scurried life

From the cold reality of life where painful silence smothers, Behold!! compassion is born..

___________________________________



Definitions-

Anters - Caves
Baleful-Mortal
Bewray-Reveal
Brief Candle- Life is compared to a candle flame
Enwheeled- Encompassed
Ghostly-Holy
Gape-Long/Yearn




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 | |

Sentenced

They place my vowel
Under barren landscape

Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat

Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win

Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler

They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance

Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform

Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character

They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars

Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds

Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory

Holding wooden spoon against my waist

Ready to crawl

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Free verse | |

- CRYSTAL -



                  If you think life is like walking on a crystal staircase
                                          Simple and easy 
                                       Bright and sparkling
                                    Blind, naive and dreamy
                  An angel with the wings on each side of the steps
                                  Your heart would be broken
                                      You must not stumble
                                           Your strength
                                              Weakness
                                             Foolishness
                         Red blood trails in shining crystal staircase
                              Leaving behind tears for lost dream
                      Life consists of realities - longing and harmony
                                 Winnie the Pooh with honey pot
                                           A tidal wave of joy
                      All the dazzling stars shine brighter than hoped
                Walk of life staircase is an art which everyone must learn
                                       But no one can teach you
                      The staircase of life are not made of shiny crystal




09.03.2014
A-L  Andresen :)

- My english is my second language -


Sponsor: Nette Onclaud 
Contest Name: Metaphor: CRYSTAL 
Deadline 06/04/2014

(6th in the contest)


Details | Epigram | |

LIFE



A mighty river life is,
Where 
The powerful waters of
Rushing feelings, 
Roaring emotions  
And 
Thunderous ideas flow,
That 
In wonder its source has
And 
Its estuary in awe! 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  31 MARCH 2014  



Details | Free verse | |

Twigs

Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


Details | Rhyme | |

LOVE: "The God Precept is Prior Cause"

An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising, 
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!

As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…

In life’s ascension  of illusion’s mountain, 
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain, 
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!

Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond! 

The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!  

  

  


Details | Rhyme | |

My Garden

I attend to my garden each day
Though a tedious task it is true
With the seeds of ambition I pray
It will flourish for me and for you

Do you know how it prospers my dears?
With the sunshine of radiant love
With the moisture of falling wet tears
Intermittently splashed from above

And by nurturing it with the swell
Of bright hope for each new shining day
The faith fetched from my deepest dark well
It will grow in a glorious way

Then by weeding it daily, it should
Give new seedlings room needed to grow
Quick removing unwanted dead wood
Left uncluttered its beauty will show

As my blooms open fully in sun
All their colors will blend bright and dim
I’ll caress them so gently, each one
And breathe deep of the fragrance within

Through the Summer my garden will spread
Filling spaces so barren before
And not fearing the Winter ahead
It will flourish and thrive even more

Now I know with the coming of Fall
My old garden will soon fade away
But through Winter sleep wait for the call
To awake on that blessed Spring day

Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Anapestic Trimeter
Sponsor: Pendleton Arkwright



Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


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 | Lyric | |

On

Out of the blue it dawned on me
he really meant it when he said
"all the world's a stage."
We play around our little parts
some parrot all their lines away
some get cold feet and then they run.
and there are those who madly stick
around and put their hearts to it
making their own lines as they play.

Across the Globe everyone's giving
their own special minute performance,
the world's a stage
the stage means merely
you're not the only star out there
neither the shiniest for that matter.

The stage exists there to remind you
everyone laughs, loves, cries and ponders
everyone lives and plays and wonders.
There's One who attends every performance,
Who's critic, audience and director.
Step up and well your lines deliver
and you will hear Him clap and shiver.




Details | Ode | |

Instauration

“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me.”

But Admiral calls from ships numbered three.
“Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning.”
Then company vanished, quick as a wink.
Left small, untested sailboat to sink.

Night reached down on vast ocean’s face,
And soon sea’s swells were by darkness embraced
Light blazed cross the sky, wind roared from the heat.
The blue’s anger and rage against terrified vessel did beat.

More and most fiercely Elpida battled the deep.
Up ‘til the moment Earth sunk in her teeth.
The storm screamed on, endless as the heavens are deep.
And for half a score years, the sun, from Captain's eyes, night did keep.

For two times for every five, did the captain despair
Lost upon foreign soil, abandon by fleet out there.
To stumble upon natives, fate had it be.
An amiable bunch, again the odd number three.

To restore broken vessel labored the four
Sew up the hull, repair ruptured floors.
And for time, two times, and three times more
Toiled this group ’til there was work no more.

And the sun, as, of course, it would be
Broke the horizon and bore new day on the sea.
Set the deserted again to conquer the deep.
No armada to accompany, but lone Captain, no fleet.

And now, even now, sails Elpida Berregin.
Meeting new worlds by way of the sea.
In all her travels she met again her former fleet,
But Captain did not the Admiral re-meet.

For they had become galleys of ghosts;
Galleys to whom the dead were tending.
Offering up a prayer, Captain took his leave,
And having left, returned to journeying.

“Abandon ship and from her flee.”
Perhaps they, but never me.
Elpida Berregin, mighty galleon proved by sea,
A crew member, forever yours, will I be,
And will serve your Captain most faithfully.


Details | Verse | |

The Canvas

This poem is a farewell piece of advice to a group of students I have taught over the last four years. I do 
hope they find the metaphor meaningful and believe that they are the "architects of their own future."

Spread before you is a canvas of hope and opportunity Waiting to be painted with strokes of what you are and can be Waiting to be filled with colours that define you and the life you live Waiting to be stamped with the personality that only you can give To the portrait of your life, by itself a work of art A work which, on this day, with vigour you will start Spread before you is a canvas of vision and desire Waiting to be sketched with shades of passion and fire Waiting to be decorated with a story and theme Waiting to be etched with ambition that is now just a dream Of a picture whose tone, texture and style Would have made this work worth all the while Spread before you is a canvas, empty, yet full of space Waiting to be stroked with your wit, charm and grace Waiting to be brushed with strokes daring, vivid and bold Waiting to be painted with a story that can be told Of a life whose essence is one of sublime beauty Of a person who lived his life and did his duty Of a person who lived life the way it should be Of a complete canvas that will reflect many a memory.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Disappear

wake up to serendipity
ignorant and unknown
shaken and not stirred
blond can be bond

Reality, metaphor and cliche
cheesy juvenile decay
Love, care and hate
past the use by date

of fights and torment
and well deserved lament
salute to the solitary reaper
with Metallica... I disappear


Details | Free verse | |

Cold Beers and Voyeuristic Cannibalism

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry, and weary. 

Every fairy tale has a root,

stapled into the hard soil of truth.

They all have a moral,

some sort of clerical error 

born from life’s shadow. 

We watch, hoping to learn 

from the missteps of someone

else’s intrepid imagination,

some 4D revelation singing

lullabies to the young heart

of humanity.  

And they bend to the fickle 

will of greedy creativity, 

making the yoke less bitter

so that we can tongue the purge

of denial without pouting. 

I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,

that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,

watch you drink from the frosted glass

of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,

that you won’t notice the blood bubbling 

up, and over my shiver before you finally

finish this story. 

I just want you to understand.

This isn’t poison.

This is merely me bleeding out,

and hoping you’ll learn to love the 

taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,

served up with juiced will and the vegan

flesh of my inhibition.  

So that you can see through my eyes,

know where I have been,

and how it felt to be consumed.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

Loose Change

I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,

and hear

                   ...from way over there,

my love jingling in your pocket

as if it were the loose change 

in your wet dreams. 

You were always numb to the mirror,

taking comfort in the blind eyed 

discontent you've reigned in 

with hard strokes of denial,

making your makeup seem

a little more made up in the dim lighting

of reflection. 

Don't you think? 

It was never about making love,

it was about forgetting.

My hips were a glowing red exit sign,

on the route of 

                           ....screwing life away.

Each moan, a promise that 

even though you were dead inside,

you could still make a piece of the 

world shake. 

Maybe even make something break. 

And that made everything seem

a bit more tolerable...

until I started thanking you 

for the damage inflicted.

The pain I felt, assurance 

that I was alive.

I'm not sure why that 

took the fun out of it 

for you..

I still screamed bloody murder

when you sunk your teeth into

newly adjusted nerve endings..

The pain, more real than ever before.

I guess you never meant to 

take a ride with someone just as 

damaged as you. 

You were hoping to be the only 

ghost in this city, still bound

to a carnal playhouse. 

But baby..

                I was a corpse long before I had any change to spare.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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 | |

If you never return

Dedicated to a friend who needed this from fresh eyes…

Good

I won’t miss you much.

My 5 fingertips of serenity
Will help me climb to undiscovered atmospheres

Above the cumulonimbus

Your irrelevancy will fester within your bubbling swamp.

I will conquer with copious smiles
Laced in satin bows gifted by the menagerie

My ascension on blissful asphalt
Will rain awakenings on condescension’s superhighway
To 8th circle

No lettered signs
To direct my paths

I wax stringent lyrical apropos
Upon their chiseled onyx dialects

Degraded translations scribbled within
Drops of filtered turpentine

I walk on resilient inkblots to write my rights.

Across sapphire skies
Saying goodbye to crimson lies
I watch faceless hemophiliacs bleed each other dry

Silhouetted scabs, never an obstacle
Specks of dust, decelerated particles

I dare you to crumble my pages
When you have no prologue of your own

I wish for you to become a hailstorm upon my scars,
Because they need a good laugh

I insist you let it rain
Let it reign

For I’ve seen the fire
Seen the rain
Seen sunny days
Thought they’d never end

Seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But, I found MYSELF!

Rainbow affirmations that I 
Will see you again
From distant mountaintop
Struggling on corroded foot

You may be the eye of a hurricane
But, I am your glaucoma

Unless you open wide

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Bio | |

Letters I Never Sent


Earth is a building
A crowded house covered with thorns 
donated by peacemakers

A building
Showered with endless tears washing sad feelings
Tears that fill holes to shape the planet with goals
It shelters those that shelter themselves
Shame poor souls
Pass them free suicide ropes
This earth is a shack overcrowded with souls hungry for 
reality’s accuracy

A construction that shield competitors for God’s recognition
This earth is a round promised lie
Circled to circulate exclusions
A bunkhouse burning from the heat of human insults
Group hugging insects 
Voice planning impacts 

It glows echoes of reality’s limping lips and confused vintage 
Glorifying gruesome goals
The third house amplifying fear as a choice 
The next door neighbour to your borrowed smiles

A building 
A freak round building 
Earth is a tornado moving bricks from one mind to others

My heart married the future with all its dimples
Holes piled up with fables
War of voices in ties and suitcases
 Killing the already dead in word visions
 Picture pictures painted in demonic paint brushes 
Bunch of hands group shaking greetings 

Earth is a building
A crowded house covered with thorns 
Donated by peacemakers
A building that let loose diseases for business   

Some letters i never sent

(c) Ray


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Flower

As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so
many  times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to
blossom so it can show  its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth 
of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right , 
but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither 
till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing 
left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must  be cared for and understood , 
loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known.
Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I 
am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ?

TC
 


Details | Quatrain | |

Rainbow

Struggles and success, Sufferings and happiness, Dreams and Goals building to life; Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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


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KILL A BEAT 2

I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Minor in poetry, fine-arts major

Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor

I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew

I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you

Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible

Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable

Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P

Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E

Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E

Music over everything, ain't moving 'D'

I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's

Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze

You would think I'm water, the way I flow

I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow

Act like you're in a recliner, lay back

If I ain't on fire, then why they say that?

Feature, feature, can I get a feature

So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher

My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex

Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout sex

I'm so different, it's magnificent

Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went

Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net

Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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




Details | 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 | Rhyme | |

PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat


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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Blank verse | |

Life Is But A Show

Life's a show, So when it ends, We all have to let go.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Mellow Glass of Chardonay - by Michael Dom

Marvellous Mellow Glass of Chardonnay
What was my life before you came my way?
My parched throat and tongue, my taste buds were rife,
My heart, my mouth, with the raw taste of life!
I would sweat by my brawn, or by my brows, 
Through the days and nights, for a wife and house;
But, with a Mellow Glass of Chardonnay,
My troubles and strife’s seem to wash away!
My heart, my mouth, would taste the sprite of life
If you were woman, I’d make you my wife!






*A poem written on a request from Keith Jackson AM.


Details | Quatrain | |

PAINTING LIFE

You have led me     beside the azure seas
to see the crimson coral     of the fallen leaves
so like the rainbows      that exist within our kin
the colors that lay      upon our souls within
 
There drifts our souls       in  the shades and hue
where we slip the streams       of the colors blue
or light their soul      in softest shades of yellow
when in company as       delighted companions fellow
 
Or quietly lay in shells      still and tinged of pale grey
like the clouds that hang         within the low of day
or to climb the hills      the foliage with its glistening sheen
are painted trees and meadows      in the depths of green
 
Here in life the blooms         that every spectrum see
and offered us its view      the veneer of  eternity
and not so transparent          the crystals of our glass
and our lives the shadows           of pigments cast
 
The cosmetic gloss         that we can wear like makeup
that dyes the actions     which our souls we take up
some like varnish     are just cover for what is dull
like the iron and the steel     that contains our hull
 
But the tints     that wash and stain our soil
can be the colors    swirling within the gleams of oil
where they run together    as the eddy's in the water
there each soul its    colors is contained a single star   

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Sestina | |

Climbing ladders

Keeping your mind, healthy and open and taking that big step through the opportunity door; you’ll find going up, the career ladder, easy. It’s not always easy, to keep and open mind. Going straight up the ladder, opens many possibilities; open doors lay at the top, of the steps. You may not be taking steps; the climb up so many floors, is not easy. The illusive door of the human mind, is hard to keep open. Mind locks itself up. Go ahead, limb on up, take those steps; many opportunities will open and it will be easy, for your mind, to open its own door. When elevators close their doors and they glide slowly up; as you get off, mind your first foot step. You’ll find it very easy, any door to open. The world is full of, open opportunity doors. You’ll find an easy path, as you gradually rise up. No one wants to go, back a step; that thought alone, can open any clam shelled mind. Secure files open, with a code, quite easily. Through many a doorway; you’ll advance your steps. Climbing success’s ladder upwards; is simply an act, of the mind.


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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 | |

and covered me all over

I opened the can
to throw the garbage in 
and the stuff in it jumped out at me 
and wrestled me to the ground
and covered me all over 

to breath
to be heard
to be seen 
to love
no more


Details | Lyric | |

The Landscape of a Soul

The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty 
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
This is the trek of a lifetime.
A journey laced with 
A sense of impending doom, 
With nothing but the path ahead
To supply a glimmer of hope.
But we,
The dreamers,
Delve into these trenches of mystery
And despair,
Knowing that we
May discover riches beyond compare,
But just as well meet our end
Along the way.
For we know how remarkable it is,
That one can miss so much
With our feet set forward
Our eyes to the ground
And our mind lost in the clouds.
When all along,
The answer we sought
Was nestled among the insecurities
And imperfections
Of the landscape of our soul.


Details | Rhyme | |

NEVER QUIT 1

Never give up, won't call me a quitter
My heart's like soap water, so nasty and bitter
Do it big, call me gigantic, it's going down, Titanic
Got the heart of a lion, never see me panic

Call me a mute, done things, but I'll never say

Cross me, and like a rental, you gon' pay

I'm on top of the cake, not talking icing

Got a million dollar car, but no license

Like a bad student, it got suspended

I keep moving, the law gets offended

On the road to money, never running out-of-gas

Got my foot on the pedal, can't let you pass

Never drunk driving, sober, till I reach my destination

I get money, it's an instinct, no hesitation

I ain't the energizer-bunny, but I'll never stop

'Cause I'm on a mission, like a special opt

Try me, get smacked upside-the-head, whack-a-mole

Slide on fools, like strippers do on a stripper-pole

Won't stop till it's over, I ride to the finish

My mind's focused, so watch how I win this


Details | Blank verse | |

Sea And Space

I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.

I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.

Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Man's history,
Written in the stars as destiny.

I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.

I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.

Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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



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

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



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

I don't care,

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



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


Details | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


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 | Rhyme | |

STASHING CASH 2

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich

I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch

I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall

I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl

My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil

Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil

I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime

Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime

That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise

And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days

If money talk, then there's nothing to say

If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay

My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation

Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation

They say the love of money's the root of all evil

So how much money will it take to really love people


Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Dawn

There was truth.
As I watched you there.
In the comfort of strangers.
Except they were not strangers.
Like a dream within a dream.
You felt yourself sinking with in the fire.
One life of many, you played in all life.
Do you even have a soul to be saved ?
I watch you dance around the fire.
I see your skirt has caught fire.
As you swim among the angels light.
I see some truth within your light.
Though you live beyond the edge of night.
Waiting there for your prince to come.
Dancing on the edge of time.
Dancing closer to the fire.
Giants of old have come crashing down.
The end is coming soon, hear the trumpets sound.
Waiting for the dawn to come back around.

Wed 9am   8/ 28/ 2013


Details | Narrative | |

The Emptiness of Life

Oh how frail is the life of mortals
Look at how our tongue treasures the taste of food
Without oxygen we die
We sleep as though we're dead

I've seen demagogs rising and falling
History hasn't been fair to their very great powers
In our virtues, our pride lights our vice
Oh such hypocrites at heart

Oh how our desires hook us like fish bones
Into doom we gleam
Until we see our fragile weakness on Earth
True repentance is just a dream

I've seen the Light I believe
The truth of God who lived as man
His sacrifice made me free
Oh such a hope of eternity I share


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 | Free verse | |

Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.


Details | Rhyme | |

STASHING CASH 1

Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash

My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers

Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers

Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays

Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays

Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels

Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools

I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything

My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring

My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill

Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real

Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated

Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated

Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while

My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile

Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top

Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop


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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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haiku fanatics

haiku fanatics stifling creativity laying down the law inflexible minds smothering self-expression toeing language lines simile is out personification too metaphor's a crime icicles are fine as long as they aren't crystal and they mustn't rhyme ripping haiku rules rebel verse must be contained I should be ashamed! wonder if Basho stuck rigidly to the rules observed tradition? haiku from the heart give metaphor wings to soar let the words fly free oops I do believe this is strictly senryu not haiku at all!
After reading all sides of the haiku debate about how it should be written and indeed beyond haiku and into the writing of poetry in general, I really only have this to say: life is not perfect and if art imitates life it stands to reason that poetry cannot be perfect either. I think the writing of poetry suffers from perfectionism and I find that the more I read about the rights and wrongs of writing, this technique and that technique, this form and that form, the more of an inhibitory effect it has upon my work. Life is constantly changing and evolving and therefore poetry should do the same. What is being published today at the cutting edge is mainly modern haiku and free verse with a definite shift towards more rawness and edginess and I welcome that. Life is not perfect and has very little rhyme or reason, so how can it possibly be captured in neat little stanzas and strict syllable counts? And so when writing haiku I will write my own version of it, what personally pleases me and what I'd like to read myself - I've ripped up my rule book. :-)


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MONEY BANK 1

Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes
So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime
Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time

Forget 'bout Simon, do what the money says

I dish-out money, like candy from a Pez

Dispenser, destined to do this since I was born

I make it rain, you can't weather this storm

All these accounts, my name should be Fill-More-Banks

I keep the cash secure, it wouldn't be safer in tanks

Fast money, accountant, lost track of how much I earn

The money's wind to my sail, it controls where I turn

I'm eating right now, stack the money like pancakes

You know I love beef, put everything up for stakes

Eating up these problems, got me puttin' on some pounds

BS walk, money talk, you tell me how that sounds?

Hold-up, freeze, don't nothing move but the money

You can't afford to pay attention--it's free, dummy!

Class is in, cash the topic, you failed, watch and learn

Set the city on fire, cremated, get it a urn


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LIFE'S A GAMBLE 1

Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell nah, I'll be ducked-off, I ain't a slow learner

What ya' gon' do, play cards or roll dice

Life's short, move fast, don't think twice

Life's a gamble, don't go broke, hit the jackpot

Stay solo, running in packs get ya' tied-up...knot

Got a few loyal soldiers, lots of phonies and fakes

The game's like a cave, filled with rats and snakes

There's too many hustles to be sitting 'round broke

Call me, like a manager, I got work

Gotta' take chances in life, nothing's guaranteed

Would you go get it, even if you had to bleed?

Mind over matter, but what matter's on my mind

Not a pro-skater, but I stay on my grind

Try 'n' take mines, best believe you gettin' hit

Bring ya' crew, and my choppa'll serve a banana split

By any means necessary...that's my motto

I wouldn't change my life, even if I hit the lotto


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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Red Blossoms

Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires' dying embers
No inheritance left for children to accrue

Will the Robins reappear bringing spring
A rebirth of values and  self-esteem
Planted fields whose great harvest brings
A wealth of values, wisdom that beams

Poverty still planted where blossoms red
Values disappeared, disrespect bred

Sonnet: With 10 syllable count and rhyme
scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Called an English sonnet....


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Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


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TAKE-OVER 1

Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate

Slide on you like a pair of sandals

Light you up like a set of candles

At the free-throw, shootin' like I was fouled

No puttin' on shows, I don't like a crowd

Keep it on the low, like a bottom bunk

Shut you out, slam the door, like a dunk

The game's on lock, no gettin' in, Fort-knox

Secured, with bullet-proof glass, and you're throwin' rocks?

Domination, this is a take-over

You're drunk-drivin', I'm fully-focused, sober

Call me a bench-warmer, I don't play games

Put you in a box, not talkin' picture frames

Point blank, with my glock, that's a snapshot

Kill competition, that's my infamous plot

With no one runnin', I'm winning the race

Losing's not an option, I only know first place


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Never Enough

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


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Miles

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


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In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


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What Am I

What Am I?

I am long, dark, and sleek
I carry death and life with me
Others like me this I do seek
I can deliver death to those that I see

I have heavy doors; no windows thick 
I have a tail that is long and thin
I have a surface that is slippery and slick
Pushed by composite materials outside my skin

I have a sail and rudder but I am not a boat
I have fins but I am not a fish
I can swallow air without a throat
I can keep in the air however long you wish

I can not talk but I can make a sound
I do not travel fast but rather slow
I can see only the surface but hear all around
I can not travel high but I can go low

On the surface I may seem small
But I am larger than you will believe
I am teardrop shaped but not tall
Those I protect I hope soundly they do sleep

What am I?


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PLAYER 1

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

She don't act up, but she's so bad, discipline

Put her in time-out, punishment, a great beatin'

When I'm hittin' her good, she calls me daddy

I'm her trophy, showcase me, friends wish they had me

Too easy, always give it up, her man call it robbery

Termite, loves wood, told me have my log handy

Do what I order, like a puppet, no-strings-attached

Not a crook, but like a purse, your chick got snatched

Not intimate, gold-digger, money makes her cum

It's me, her, and a bag of money, three-sum

You got flushed-down-the-drain, but I'm the crap, feces

You're gone, don't make 'em like me, endangered species

Got fire-wood, leave the 'coochie' smoking like a Newport

Done with you, on to the next, long stick, but life's short

Get attached, space myself, I come around less

Bad sex, back-stabbing, bull, I ain't with the B.S


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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



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PISTOL READY 1

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

The chick's riding me, she started to pant

She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant

She's eating that wood, like she's a termite

Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite

I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert

She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt

Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty

Started at three, it's going on four-thirty

Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man

She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland

I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour

Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower

She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean

Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion

Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay

Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A


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Drowning

Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.
Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.
Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.
Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.
Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


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.




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Stones

Stepping stones
Facing unknowns
Embracing zones
Weathering cyclones
Contentment owns

Contest ~ Just Ten Words~
Cecilia Macfarlane
04/09/2014


Details | Senryu | |

Timeless

Timeless
suspended in time, hourglass broken and forlorn - past, present, future


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


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Mountains I Have Traveled

There are mountains I have traveled
Where the roaring streams of life
Have caught me in their torrents
Down below the murky strife.
My feet denied a stony crevasse
In the deep canyons of desire;
Now, once more I crest the summit,
Absorbing sunlight's cleansing fire.


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HANDY MAN

Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed

Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead

Me and her have intercourse, love to bust

A wonderful relationship, filled with trust

I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut

Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up

Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds

Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds

Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline

Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine

Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate

The real from the fake, hope you can relate

Backstabbing fools, smile in your face

That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist

Mess around, make me catch a big case

Gotta' get away, try and make some space

Hopping on planes, to get away from lames

'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game

Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life

They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife

They done made me mad, go grab my tools

For my craft, time to put work on these fools


Details | Couplet | |

Life

Life is like a hurricane.

Life, is like a heavy rain.

A lake of pain like lake Baikal.

Tears, flow like a waterfall.

People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.

But what of the good things?

Like the sound of when a church bell rings?

Or the miraculous, beautiful way 
one helps another through troublesome day?

Tragedies of life aren't fun, 
but in the end we learn a ton.

Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.

You see, the thing about walking through earth each day, 
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.


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BAR NONE 1

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

It's a dirty world, but my heat's considered hand sanitizer

Made my dreams become reality, I'm not a big 'fanisizer'

My trap got cheese, but I'm trying to keep away rats

Life's a gamble, take a chance, like playing craps

Time to take you to school, and money's the topic

Smokin' on Jamaica helps me focus, I keep something tropic

Cash rules everything 'round me and it's in my pocket

That means I'm in control, if this was a plane, I'm in the cockpit

I'm a hustler, got more bricks than a construction site

I stay fresh, I'm flyer than a first-class flight

By any means necessary, hard times call for drastic measures

Get in my way, and get buried like pirate's treasures

Never see me fold, it's like I got the winning hand in Poker

I'm more dangerous than cancer in the lungs of a smoker

Talk crazy, catch a hook, how's that for a punchline

Show me the competition, I call that lunch-time


Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


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Inevitable Bear

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

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


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BAR NONE 2

No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

Read these cowards faces like pages of a book

Haters wanna steal my fame, they're something like a crook

They must think I'm a tree, lumber-jackin', trying to see me fall

Can't stop my hustle, pockets on full, theirs looking small

I stay on my feet, similar to a pair of shoes

I'm the Road-runner, they're Wiles-E-Coyote--doing nothing but lose

See me, I'm ballin', even if I was injured I wouldn't quit

When I Rap, I'm a cobra, straight-venom I spit

I see no competition, in this game I'm a predator

Fools get out of place, get erased, call me an editor

I'm the talk of the town, females gossipin', haters hatin'

Hottest in the streets, this ain't an election, no debatin'

I took a couple losses, came across and fought a couple bosses

It's a dirty game, like a mouth you never brushes or flosses

Stay on point, I'm sharper than barb-wire

I'm the king 'round here, so you can call me Sire


Details | Ballad | |

You are the Good: I am the Evil

You are the light of a day,
I am the darkest of grays.
You are the significant Sun,
I am the forgotten Moon.

You are the sweet make-believe dreams,
I am the tragic nightmares.
You are a glorious angel,
I am a dreary demon.

You are the bright rainbow,
I am the dull rain.
You are the boat that floats,
I am the anchor that sinks.

You are the peaceful Valley,
I am the destructive war.
You are the tame beauty,
I am the wild beast.

You are the precious living,
I am the shallow dead.
You are the glistening stars,
I am the darkening night.

You are the wonderful strength,
I am the terrible weakness.
You are the beautiful heavens,
I am the unpleasant hells.


Details | Rhyme | |

SCARY 1

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares

I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs

Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip

Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick

Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up

I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up

When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas

put coward to sleep, without the pajamas

Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen

I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean

Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy

They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me

I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime

Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime

You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat

I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat

Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill

Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill

You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved

Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved


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NEVER QUIT 2

Never give up, won't call me a quitter
My heart's like soap water, so nasty and bitter
Do it big, call me gigantic, it's going down, Titanic
Got the heart of a lion, never see me panic

I got hoes but I ain't farming

Ain't giving out handouts, why you got your arm in

Stack money, like a junkyard, let it pile-up

Don't sleep, I'd rather take the game while you're up

See, I'm a hustler, I'm gon' get mine

You heard it face-to-face, not through the grapevine

I'm a stand-up guy, even when I'm sitting down

Like a moving vehicle, I get around

Start your crap, that toilet get a flush

Wanna fight, get painted, I got my brush

I push weight, it's like I'm doing a push-up

You're a *****-cat, gettin' handled, with your tush up

My trap's like a bomb, all it does is Boom

Play with my money, and end up in a tomb

Race to the money, I'm passed the finish line

I earned my respect, you gotta give me mine


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Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

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

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

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


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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A Bumpy Road

Life is a bumpy road, it curves, and isn't straight
We are all independent, driving in our own lanes
In life we face our negatives and strugle through the pain
It's like driving through the rain, but at the end of the day
It's all about striving happiness, so for now take aim
And take risks sometimes, don't live life lame
Because what fun is it, if we all live the same
Driving in the same road, in the same lane


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Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


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

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

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

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

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

tomorrow shall be ours,

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

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

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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TAKE-OVER 2

Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate

Raised your hand, it's good to ask questions

Pay attention, don't cost much, even in recessions

Beginning of the end, this is a take-over

If you're sluggish, better move over

Came from the bottom, now I'm elavatin'

Fully focused, like I'm testin'

Keep my eyes on the prize, ignore distractions

Reflexes like a cat, no late reactions

Ain't playin' in movies, but I'm quick to act

I'm an over-achiever, I never lacked

Like an all-in pot, I gave it everything

Married to the game, I got it a ring

Devoted to money, never catch me cheatin'

To me, getting paid is better than skeetin'

Hustling is like Viagra for making cash

At times it gets hard, and it makes it last


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A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


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Gratefulness

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


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The color of insanity.

Everywhere i look i see absence,
Even past barbed wire fences,
And it seems all life is past tense.
My whole body then tenses.

Is this a prison,
Because the sight is not by choice,
Life is becoming but a vision.
Random glimpses leaves me with no voice.

I cant speak about what i feel,
Even if urged,
I cant speak because that would make it too real.
Hate not dealt with but purged.

I don't really hate... not in that way,
Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell,
The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay.
Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell.

Glasses half full leave me half empty,
White noise is the right metaphor to use,
Life that's too void to tempt me.
Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues.

Dead Roses freshly picked and sold,
In deep soil that seems too fertile,
The use of life for gain shown so bold.
My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple.

The color of insanity.


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Tanka 2

This poem has been deleted due to possible publication.


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STRIVE 1

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Try to survive, I'm gon' do the same

Stuck in this world, heart full of pain

Money cover evil, trying to stay sane

Cash keeps flowing, like blood to the brain

Rappin' ain't like hustling, it's a whole different game

came through a struggle, my ankle got a sprain

Haters don't care, nobody gon' look out

Everybody's grillin', but this ain't a cookout

Bullets keep flyin', that's what the scare's about

Life's rough, like the stuff between tile, grout

The hood's full of hate, what happened to love

Too many little misfits, like a tiny glove

Put haters in dirt, that's what I call gardenin'

My heart's colder than water, when it starts hardenin'

Call me care-free, I ain't got no worries

Life don't always end well, like fairy-tale stories
 


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PISTOL READY 2

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang

Got flavor, cold with all this ice, like a 'Slurpee'

Got something for your chick to drink, she slurps me

Definitely ain't praying, but she gets on her knees

Her head game is fire, nine-hundred-degrees

It's like she's educating me, gives me good brain

While she's down there, I pull her hair, like a horse's mane

She's a vampire, sucking on the neck of my second head

Not the one on my shoulders, but the one used in bed

She told me to eat her out, went down and bit it

She can't stand violence, but loves the way I hit it

Beat the 'Coochie' up, bedroom turned into a boxing arena

Call it domestic violence, no court, no subpoena

Riding me, I'm thinking 'bout gettin' her a saddle

We rocking the boat right now, ain't got a paddle

Making a movie, this the best part, 'bout to climax

She loves when I come over, got everything her man lacks


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This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


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Heartbreak

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

T.K


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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. 


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SCARY 2

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came


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STRIVE 2

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Out-of-control, like an untamed beast

If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast

Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out

On the road to success, ya'll on a different route

I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict

Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static

Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down

No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground

I tried turning right, but end up going left

Already living in hell, so what's worst after death

Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone

Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown

Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary

Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary

Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce

Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits


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LIFE'S A GAMBLE 2

Life's a gamble, you gon' take that chance?
Damn right, I'm 'bout cash, you know what fills my pants
That charge carry life, you gon' stay on ya' grind?
Hell yeah, you already know, money's on my mind
What if the police watching, you gon' stand on that corna'?
Hell nah, I'll be ducked-off, I ain't a slow learner

I'm a math wiz', I can solve a problem

You just point 'em out and I got 'em

When it comes to beef, I'm like a butcher

Chop you in pieces, that's what you call torture

Like photon; electron, I'm far from positive

Lay traps for my enemies and get creative

Talk is cheap, you could check my rap sheet

I'm all over the turf, like a football player's cleat

I got more birds than a pet store

Move around, more than a Rapper on tour

Sell a lot of things, major distribution

I run more blocks than a Correctional institution

Not a body builder, but I move a lot of weight

Been doing this for years, these haters' kinda' late

Feds come, like a bird in winter, time to migrate

Fresh in another State, I can start with a clean slate


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PLAYER 2

I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like takes, you too gotta' pay

Like a hole, she do nothing but dig me

I'm like Kurmit the frog, she's miss Piggy

She can't leave me alone, like a mother to an infant

Like soft soil, I step in her life, leave an imprint

I handle her with care, like a fragile antique plate

When she express her feelings, I pretend I can relate

Never catch me cheatin', I'm a true player

I run her, if she's a city, I'm the mayor

Your chick left with me, not coming back--runaway

You ain't do her right, I took her in like a stray

Chicks throwin' me that pussy-cat, do I look like a vet?

They call me Super-soaker, the way I get 'em wet

My damsels come in pairs, like a set of earings

I don't put up with their problems,

I ain't a Judge handling hearings

Want your chick back, take her, can't get a receipt

Funny, how I got you off rhythm, moving to my beat


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


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The Real McCoy

He walked outside the mirror of 
solitude, 
And greeted with the purest of 
stares. 
Confused by this clairvoyant twin, my 
fearful color was intact; 
I awaited his response, and he spoke in familiar 
tongue these following passions. 

He spoke of that Sagittarius moon he 
celebrates, 
when the 22nd day presents itself. 
In earlier episodes of himself,
he continuously advanced through blind
hallways, 
with no afterthought of the internal flame, 
potentially burning in his honor. 
He revealed sketches of himself, that await 
discovery. 

The silent preacher remains his 
title, 
yet with every curious ear, 
his history is awarded audible. 
He became an unwritten author a 
lifetime ago, 
a sigh of relief was expressed, 
as he became every metaphor, 
thereby regaining those thoughts 
of yesterday. 

He still dreams of that fatherly 
silhouette. 
A favorite thought of tomorrow, 
to borrow a voice, from this male 
influence, 
now absent from land. 

The thought of plural skies visits him 
constantly, 
he’s never forgotten the idea of unity, 
although on occasion, 
it’s faded portrait appears fictional. 
He awaits his inspiration in 
reality. 

Those white walls that surround him in 
military stance, 
are assumed to be his only company. 
However, he’s confident in his legacy, found in 
similar souls. 

After exposing this identity of truth, he felt 
completed, 
I too, became a turning stone. 
Before retreating, I asked for the word, that 
complimented his image, 
He simply thought Jiril. 


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BREAD HUNGRY 2

Making this cash, I hope that it last
Make sure my dreams don't shatter like glass
Living in the streets, got me moving fast
I can't let this opportunity in my grip pass
Gotta' get this cash, gotta' get this cash

I found the money tree, went and got my rake

Now it's like everyday's my birthday, I stay with cake

Get money, everything else will fall in place

It'll hold you down, without it, zero gravity, outer-space

Money's like the sun, my world revolves around it

Got a pool full of cash, jump-in and drown in it

I'm chasing this cash, like a cat do mice

Gotta' get this bread, I'm talking more than a slice

I need a whole loaf, I'm trying to eat a meal

Fry you like bacon, pig, if you ever squeal

See me gettin' bread, wanna snitch, 'cause you're a hater

I'm done eatin', tip you, like you're a waiter

Break you off, just to keep you off my trail

Didn't even start my journey yet, 'bout to set sail

Money galore where I've been, but more where I'm going

Like blood in veins, till the day I die, the cash keeps flowing


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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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


The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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Fear

Written June 25, 2012


Dim the lights
No one knows
Silhouetted indisposed

Can you hear
Children's fears
The darkness will be here

By the time
You can see
The light that buries me

You will know
All that's glitters
Is not gold

Walk the path
Satan's wrath
Will enter through the back

Door is closed
Think you know
Why the Lord has brought is here

Are you telling me lies
Through your eyes
On and on I'll tell you're wrong
Until the day is done


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















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KILL A BEAT 1

I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Insane, armed, 'bout to kill a beat

Listeners' discretion, at your risk, grab a seat

It's domination, a take-over, invasion

Put music in your head, that's persuasion

I'm on another level haters can't reach

Pull-up with the top missin', like a nude beach

In this Rap game, I'm a beast

I hear ya' beats, it's like a Thanksgiving feast

No one can see me, I eat-up competition

Won't stop till I'm on top, I'm on a mission

My aim's not in vain, I got precision

Unchained the creativity, from my mind's prison

Started hustlin', like a mason moving bricks

Fought fire with fire, I'm known fo' taking risk

No marathon, but I'm running the streets

Not a vegetarian, but I love eating beats

Like gifts before Christmas, I started to Rap

Like a twig, suddenly pushed, the edge I snap

Put down the weapons, pick up the mic'

My hustle's workin', while haters on strike

I'm hot, like a black top on a sunny day

I'm all 'bout work, so they get no play

I'm killin' competition, now their bodies' stiff

Started from the bottom, now I'm on a cliff


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SCENEMATIC 1

Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic

Statue-of-liberty, we're holding the torch

Running the race, but ain't competin' in sports

We're like bubbles in champagne, heading to the top

Come at me sideways, like a fish when it flop

Get popped, Glock's off safety, it's cocked

Or like an old rocking chair, get rocked

Leave you like I left your girl's 'coochie', beat-up

Don't want problems, you better speak-up

I'm a heavy-weight, you're lighter than a leaf

Eat you like a T-bone steak, I love beef

Money equals problem, problems come with money

I play the cards I was dealt, I'm good at Rummy

I'm not a treadmill, so don't try 'n' run me

Got money for rainy-days, even for when it's sunny

Like the Super-Dome, I'm on top of the game

I'm in it for the cash, ya'll can keep the fame


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People-verses

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


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POETS ON POETRY

Andre Gide, "Therefore" is a word the poet must ideally not know 
Bob Dylan, it’s not easy to define poetry – nothing over which to crow
Carl Sandburg, poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance 
David Carradine, if you cannot be a poet, be the poem and prance 
Edgar Allan Poe, poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words
Franz Grillparzer, prose talks and poetry sings, all in different chords
Gilbert K. Chesterton, all slang is metaphor; all metaphor is poetry – tinkers!  
Honore de Balzac, poems don’t survive, those written by water drinkers
Ian Hamilton Finlay, concrete poetry was a particular way of using language 
John Ruskin, to see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one usage
Khalil Gibran, poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder and a lexicon 
Lord Byron, Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! Shine on!
Muriel Rukeyser, poetry sources are in the spirit seeking completeness     
Novalis, poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason – a bleakness 
Oscar Wilde, all bad poetry springs from genuine feeling (that opinion reeks!)
Plutarch, painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks 
Quintilian, we must form our minds by reading deep rather than wide
Robert Frost, poetry without rules is like a tennis match with a net aside
Samuel Johnson, poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth, the root  
T. S. Eliot, genuine, heartfelt poetry can communicate before it is understood 
Ulloor, one of the triumvirate poets of Kerala, South India; championing history
Voltaire, one merit of poetry: it says more and in fewer words than any story
William Hazlitt, poetry is all that is worth remembering in life and its forebodes
Xenophon, the sweetest of all sounds is praise and poetry sings the odes
Yevgeny  Yevtushenko, poetry is like a bird, it ignores all manmade frontiers  
Zona Gale, I don't know a better preparation for life than a love of poetry (no airs)

  


NOT FOR THE CONTEST ~ Su


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WELCOME TO VILLAGE

In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay

Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites 
To anyone who passes, it entice

Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk

Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand

Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm

By: olive_eloi
5:44pm
01/08/2014
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Stolen Tears

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


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

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


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Restaurant La Vie

a  venue
the only place 
you'll be able to be

the menu
Chef's  spirit 
such an obvious marquee

the  zhengyou
Waiter's only choice 
you'll get to see

the deja vu
both loved and loathed 
filled or empty plates served  for free

chew or queue
you're seated 
regardless your plea

your avenue
a road landwards
or towards sea's scree

your venue
the only place
you'll face and where you'll be

your ingenue 
the light or shadow of the sun
you'll decide what you'll see


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Mirror of the Soul

Gazing into a clear lake pool . . . 
I saw a reflection of my life before me.

The gaze and what I saw depicted . . . 
A progression of past life experiences.

I savored the funny and kind moments . . .
Looked despairingly on the difficult moments.

This gaze into the mirror of my soul . . .
Astounds and confounds me still today.

And the knowledge that we are all . . .
Much more than the sum of our parts,
Means so much more to me today.

What I’ve learned are six things . . .
Ignorance begets Stupidity,
Knowledge begets Wisdom,
Inspiration begets Creativity,
Light begets Illumination,
Passion begets Vivacity,
Love begets Happiness (but not all the time). 

To know yourself . . .
You must see and sense yourself
In the mirror of your own soul.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)


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I wish it would rain

I carry the weight
of an ocean,
behind a hue fashioned
for the burden,
but no water falls.
Cracked Iris temper,
sketchy, dwindling trigger;
Salting my wounds.
Parched cacophony whispers.
No sounds,
only a bitter, restless miracle.
I wish it would rain.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

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


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


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


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


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



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UPGRADE 1

Step your game up, time for an upgrade
Stomp all over you, call it a parade
Watch and learn, let it marinate
What's next, they all anticipate

Stay awake, don't go to sleep

Trying to come up, the journey's steep

I stay on point, kinda' like a spike

Dangerous, lethal with the mic'

Duck down fool, shots fire

Your time is up, expired

Your job was surviving, you got fired

I stay connected, I'm wired

I hold weight, something like a scale

Follow the paper, I'm on its tail

Ties everywhere, like a business meetin'

Game on lock, no sense in competin'

Illumination, truth comes to light

And when it shines, you can't fight

Push it to the limit, I'm speeding

Treat this as a buffet, I'm eating

Fast, out-last, kick-ass and take name

Show me competition, I'm all game


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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


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Voice of the rejected

From the pits of society's regards
I hear a cry.
Subtly breathing into oblivious hearts,
an anonymous sigh.

Singing melodious sorrows,
a still, small voice in the darkness.
A drum of war to whom luxury bestows,
yet a beacon for kindness.

Discarded bones regain their flesh
and the mindless their searches cease,
replaced by justice's harmony fresh
and the laughter of the heartless decrease. 

A cry still ringing
louder and louder to be elected
in the court of hearing,
the voice of the rejected.


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Timeless Pursuits

In my imagination, My vision encapsulates Dusk’s parting darkness, and silver clouds appearing between, dull twinkling stars. As night melts to early February morn, the moon lies half hidden in the dormant skies. As the morning moon shines, A murder of lies And a swarm of fleas, Shadow box with their own reflections A dark fog looms around, Smoke and dark clouds fill up the skies. As morn melts and noon sets in, The mango tree on my lawn, Deepens its shadow, In the slushy red soil , the night rains has sapped out. The black mirrored Goan roads, sans pot holes, Lie gleaming, as the sun chases the skies, and drags out the shadows without bigotry. There is no immobility in the air, but the green ponds reflect, the blue skies….. the sea gulls pick up, spilled refuse, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. birds and bees, trees and leaves, the skies and the waters, the winds and the vibrant uneven mounds of earths, they play pantomime , with each other. The melancholies of my life, and the songs they sing, flow out of me, to shed away my shadows. as emerges from within the lies and the fleas, one final time for fleeing…………… Joys descend upon me, and so noiselessly subtle I feel. like the dried mango leaf that floats, on the languid wings of the moist air. As the sun sets, Large portions of the tangerine and the orange, the skies have soaked and absorbed The blueness still reigns supreme in the winter skies, as I look beyond my room, a pigeon settles on my window sill, Your peck on my cheeks, and warm whiffs of brewed coffee, cast aside from my dreamy eyes, dismantling dream time and slumber land rhymes. another day in the drama of my life unfolds, and I exit from that time…… with time in my enduring and timeless pursuit of a happy life………… another day I begin………..


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Can a river run without its legs

I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain 
The wind blowing but I couldn't 
prove it
The earth spinning but I could 
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no 
wings
The words alone could not 
speak 
The gauge could measure but 
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not 
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't 
lame, and a deck of cards can't 
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste 
the meat
And a drum can never hear a 
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on 
beating
Fall leafs can fall without 
leaving
But can you cry without your 
tears?
Can time go by and not make 
years?
Can you lose your mind and 
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel 
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring 
rain
But looks can be deceiving and 
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman 
crying in the rain, and the tree 
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really 
real?


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Salt Water

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


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To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


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Silent sound

As night should fall and the bat flying in the nightly sky, I stand there at my window gazing into space light shimmering, singing the silent sound of my music.


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SCENEMATIC 2

Movie in the making, viewer discretion
Keep your mouth shut, forget witness protection
Better keep it discreet, avoid detection
Complete the play, can't afford a deflection
This the real deal, it ain't a gimmick
Watch and learn, just don't mimic

You're on the outside looking in, shut the blinds

I'll bust your head if you ever cross that line

Pay attention to yours and stay out of mine

You know I got rank, my crew got my spine

I mean my back, they always show me support

Raised sons, glad I never had to abort

Never had to erase 'em, stayed in their lane

They left a mark on my life, like a birth-stain

You're thinking mark, that's 'cause you're a buster

Step ya' game up, ketchup, no mustard

You mess with me and my 'youngings' start gunnin'

Act like my cars, motor-up and start runnin'

Wouldn't have happened if you'd stayed out my face

Act like a mannequin, stay in your place

There's no rules in the game, no ref

Better act right, or end up gettin' left

Won't stop till it's over, I ride to the finish

Got a sick squad, so watch how I win this


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Values

hip hip hurrah, herc shot hera
sick sad era, tri city terror
dirty land lover, lips hit terra
karma bent over,  messenger error
never say neva, davin say better
no pain no gain, accept the rainy weather
paint a pic pretty , slip on slick cities
have a lot of lovers, none top sarah
no what im knowing, dont want a slow down
respect is expected, never threw a hoe down
zeus with an entourage, party never undersized
tities no mardi gras, let loose like karamazovs
other moment ostracized, flow never oxidize
freaky with an extra eye, good times multiply
mr go getter, killed the baby sitter
no one does it sicker, crazy cause I know I die

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

one trick pony, faulty cause its special
colts get bolted, stuck in their mental
yellin out mommy, darwin wasnt gentle
change for survival or b**** shut your dental
d*** headed central, quick wit essential
lifes experimental, body a holy temple
soul instrumental for flying to light levels
trying a tight bevel tieing a rhyme pretzel
spy verse spy verbal, try to size circles
circumsize virgos, turpentine turbo
egos in slow mo, vertigo a go go
ho ho flow curdled, tossed into inferno
my syllable allegro caused a bloody gurgle
my soliquoy symbols,  got my butt buddies hurtful
enemies closer choked till their purple
envy nocturnal to my bright concerto

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

four arm charmer, mystic in the making
awake no alarmer, physically shaking
visibly debating, if misery is waiting
shake till its fading, without hesitating
didi waits for no one, i happen to grow some
dropped as a we lad, learned by my lonesome
others had a helping, served me a surprise
no need to refy, interest past the demise
loan me a pice of mind, no need for a slice a pie
history wasn't lies, just under another guise
repition important, reputation not fortune
though I was fortunate, it was hard to notice horton
praise to the doctor, metaphors for healing
been a force with feeling, opens doors in ceilings
benefits appealing, to consumers when teething
people angry competing, without finding a meaning 

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash


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My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


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Chains

Chaining my brain is not my game/ 
My writing keeps chaining lyrical strings to proof my poetry can be my bible/ 
We keep chaining verses in this poetry but this chains never passes the preaching to the right ears/ 
The disciples of this poetry are never here/ 
They chain politics to question the church of poetry/ 
They drink chains that bleeds poetry/
The crucifixion gave birth to hypocrites/ 
Poetry died for us who sin because we love not being poetic/ 
We play with words to chain chains that blesses the congregation with sounds like so and so/ 
But the eye that crucified poetry is the eye that gave birth to this chains of poetry


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time

Time lost when doing what you love most 
time is truly a state of mind 


I think of England many moons ago in time 
one had a job , to stand at the hour and honor all time 
a human clock , on a stand , on the block 

It is four o'clock tea time and all is well 
May God save the Queen, it is now Twelve 

to have time as your job , in time you would do 
the wisest of men have said 
do time wisely ..don't let time do you 

Time and time lost within decades
Time to love others at all times 
for precious time slips through


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I'm sorry

I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm sorry for words that were ment to be better.

I'm sure you'll learn how to be optimistic,
and all of your sorrow will burst in a firework.
I'm sure you'll taste both the carrot and broomstick,
and critic with sarcasm will become a fair quirk.

I'm sure you'll manage to blow off the ceilings,
to do something wierd, worth to be accused of.
I hope that you'll learn to sort out the feelings
and born the new tenet out of the used stuff.

I want you to find something to govern.
I wish you object every slightest assurance.
I warn you to leave any secret uncovered
so it won't appear as nightmare to you once.

Be careful with matches, refuel the gaslight, 
extinguish the candle, let the night to mourn.
I'd say, single point to fear the Last fight:
to set Life aside until you'll have to moor.

8.04.2013
NikA


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The Other Side of the Coin

The night seems sad,
its stars are empty-
all magic gone, no luck
to gain from breathing a wish-
your dreams masked by shadow.
But this chance is not needed,
nor magic or spells,
to fight against the tears-
one must conquer them alone.
Luck is temporary for he
who counts on it.
It drains the stars 
of light and warmth.
In sadness we tend to forget
That we ourselves
have the power
to conquer the pain we feel.
Do not rely on good fortune
for soon as it comes
it will disintegrate into a sea
of sorrow and regrets.
Instead,
create your own magic
rather than pretend.
The stories and tales of childhood
may seem alluring
but do not let them
steal you away
from reality.


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In the Spider's Web

I am a spider
amused that you have become ensnared
in my web of lies.
My talent is manipulation-
I play you as easily as a puppet
dangling from my power hungry fingers.
Hungry, yes-
I feed off these lies.
The quicker you fall, 
the more satisfaction I feel.
I am a spider
and you are my pray.
You do not realize you are a victim
until you are bound and broken
my teeth at your neck,
How foolish do you feel 
as the venom courses through your veins?
Does this make me a monster,
Nothing more than a barbaric creature?
Relying on primal instincts,
I hunt for facts
and gather the truths,
smuggling them away 
and replacing them with 
Picture-perfect facsimiles engulfed in deceit.
Have I performed the greatest trick of all?
Or have I lost myself in my web?
Each fragile strand threatens to snap,
to unravel my illusion
and reveal the truth masked within,
leaving me exposed,
vulnerable and naked.
I have lost myself:
A victim of my own design.


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Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”


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Graffity

Immortality,
youth`s luminous graffiti,
drawn on winter`s wall.


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Aging Heart

Time runs fast when we are young,
As fast as human eyes can blink.
Turn away and there it goes,
What youth we have will slowly sink.

It runs with legs that won’t tire
So that your aging heart may sleep.
Close your eyes and let it fall,
The fruits you’ve reaped are yours to keep.

Does the river dry when you
Have passed the rapids of this ride?
Open your eyes so you may see
The world you’re bound to on this tide.


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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...


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Her Final Words

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


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


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Distorted perception of reality


It's all about love,
All Madness, Pain and Misery.
But what makes it so rough
That hurts all stones so easilly?

Eternal question 'What?'
Which causes all the troubles.
But askless men are odd
Like stonish soap bubbles.

The topic is the least
Of what we're always worry.
The more important 'Beast'
Is how to feel no Sorry.

Emotions are obscure
for those, who are 'Successful'.
Much better: Ride the rules
Unless your life'll be stressful.

The point is to find 
The EmoLogic balance,
And here, if you don't mind,
I'll hide behing the valance.

It's up to each of us
Which road'll be taken,
But be sure not to trust
Those thoughts, which did just broke in.

                               15.08.2012.


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”...


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From Garden To Throne

For years, I walked through my garden of excuses,
beautifully laid out, symmetrical and abundant.
The tapestry of seduction and deceit, fertile ground
for my field of illusions, with new growth ripening,
under the constant warmth of the gliding sun.
Blissfully, I tended that site, accessible to no one,
ritually, I covered my tracks, and gave nothing back.

Until the weather changed.  My labyrinth garden,
my identity came under siege,  the wind and the rain
washed it all away, exposing the broken bedrock below.
My barren soul, rootless and drained, drifted into dark
shadows  without a trace.  Freedom claimed me, 
Illuminated me, called me home.   My watery eyes
and fragile, pounding heart became my throne.


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Understanding Leadership

Wha's small to you, may be big to someone else. What's big to someone else, must now become big to you.


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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


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We are the monsters

Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
 
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
 
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.


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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.


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Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load


Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death


Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen


The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here


But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


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Life is Like: Collection 1

Life is like a rollercoaster
Made up of many trains:
It has its ups
It has its downs,
And drives some folks insane.
(It also has a tendency
To liquefy the brains)

Life is like a rosebush
With many budding blossoms:
But please be warned,
This bush has thorns
That make the prize less awesome
(and if your buds get mangled
You've got to burn or toss 'em)

Life is like a hurricane
It brings rain but destroys:
Buildings boats and skyscrapers
And other human toys
(Along with human businesses
And greater human joys)

Life is like an apple
A treat down to the core:
But working for that shiny red
Is certainly a chore
(Especially for those folks
Who've never worked before)

Life is like a bowl of milk
When freshly poured, is sweet:
As it ages, it turns hard
To change to cheese to eat
(Though I wonder why some folks
Eat cheese that smell like feet)


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Walking Contradiction

A metaphor you wont understand, a hint you don't quite get, a curtain slowly opening 
up and then falling closed once more. A skittish animal running out of reach and then 
looking back, the sun shining behind the clouds, and a bright eyed child, so curious, but 
hesitating just behind its mothers skirts. 

In another place, another time, tomorrow is the here and now. but in the here and 
now, tomorrow never comes and we seem to live in the past. Through the metaphor, 
through this opening curtain, trots a skittish wolf with its ears laid back, as light as the 
mist around it. Stalking silently through the low brush, as i'm walking past these 
speeding cars on this empty street. The glittering sun breaks free from the clouds 
grasp. its a golden meadow in the city of backwards trees.

Finding my way to a smooth pond, gazing into the glass surface where the raindrops 
fall up. Hearing everything when nothing is making noise, looking up at the invisible 
people, smiling, and looking down once again. Hiding behind a different sort of skirt 
now, not a child anymore. And as the rain petals fall up, distorting the ponds surface, 
the mist wolf stands beside me as we stare into the water, and our reflections slowly 
disappear. Gone, along with the invisible people...
None of us were ever really there to begin with.


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To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days


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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


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Daisy Pines

What I was once I'll never be again
For too long I've stood open under sun
  I peeked at dawn with eyes that shone brightly
  And bloomed full unto perfection, then stood
  Gazing firm into mid-day's scorching glare
  Though I grew weary, my vigor wilting,
Twas evening's light that brought me sweet respite
And I gave way to slumber this good night.

TLH   ©  12-30-2012


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Living on the edge

Sometimes
I feel like I'm stood on the edge of a cliff
swaying too and throw
in a icy cold biting wind
staring down
at the dark deep caesium below
never knowing
from one moment to another
which way I'll go.

Hoping someone
will come along
and reach out and grab my hand
and save me.

but until then
I stand here and sway.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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Lost

Lost
Lost in thought.
Lost in prayer.
Lost in life.
I know not where I am going.
I know not why I care.
Who can know what tomorrow brings.
Who can foretell the future.
No one can for sure.
Not I.
No Not I.
All that I know is that I am lost.
And find the words I know to be inadequate to tell.
To tell you how I feel.
To tell you how I care.
I can only hope my prayers will reach you.
I can only dream that you'll understand.
For if I am lost you'll find me.
For that is what you promised you would do.
I believe you'll keep your promise.
Because you have before.
I will close my eyes now.
And rest in fact that when you find me.
I am lost.
Lost no more.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Dessert in the Deserted Desert

Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.


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MONEY BANK 2

Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes
So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime
Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time

Making all this cash, you could say I invented it

Moving fast, speeding, put up a road-block, no preventin' it

I'm on a roll, pull out the spikes, can't flatten my tire

Gettin' this money on the low, but it takes me higher

Selling Mary J, Molly, and that white girl, no prostitution

Moving X and D, in the middle of finding a solution

I ain't doing algebra, money plus problems equals murder

Money talks, and all I hear from you is a murmur?

You poor, but I ain't talking 'bout serving drinks

I'm Balling, my chain's like a fence, got a lot of links

Back then, they locked me out, cash was the key to the door

I started from the bottom, got it from the floor

Dirty money, let it accumulate, sweep it with a broom

Wipe-out the marks with a mop, keep a clean room

Money keeps me ahead of the game, avoid defeat

I'm on the road to success, it's a one-way street


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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


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Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


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



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

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

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

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

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


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Flames

The warming flames of a fireplace
Easing away the frost and the cold
The warmth massaging my face
As the sparks crack in the fires mold

The flame stretches one inch too far
Touching lightly the untempered wall
It catches and burns all things inside
Turning the walls as black as the night

A sad desolation, caused by one little spark
Chaos and destruction, by the once warm hearth
Things can change without you knowing why
Something you once loved, bringing tears from your eyes


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You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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Drown

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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LAVISH 1

Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream

Doing everything B.I.G

Murder competition, killing spree

Take over the game, strong arm

Robbery, sound the alarm

My turn to reign, it won't cease

Running things, but I ain't a sprinter

I'm eatin', belly of the beast

Got more paper, than a printer

I got dough, I make cake

Interfere, raise the heat, let you bake

Cream, forget 'bout other religions

I got bread, stay feeding my pigeons

Call the team Birds, 'cause we all fly

Tell by the clothes, it ain't a lie

Money hungry, grab a plate, feed the team

I'm brilliant, got a lil' money scheme


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HAMBURGER HAPPINESS

HAMBURGER HAPPINESS while the potatoes watch TV and the addicts frequent movie houses skulls drool and devour hamburger happiness, I lie on my smooth blue silk and contemplate the sorrows of the ocean © Kim van Breda—June 2014


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Cosmonaut

Under starlit dome,
across the empty ocean,
I sail all alone.


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MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS

The phone call went badly, again -
the old arguments about ego & neglect
and how you didn’t love me, not really.
And the weeping.
At 50, she was still stuck,
repeating the same accusations.
“The damage, the damage you caused.”
She didn’t want her mother to think
she’d come through it unscathed.
Not ever. She’d worked too hard to
become something she wasn’t,
someone must be to blame.
She was so clever, so clean, so intelligent -
how could she be so unhappy?
The unformed artist weighed down
by someone else’s baggage.
When her artist/mother said:
You have to work with it, use it, create with it,
she howled: “Stop talking over me.”
It was like saying get rid of yourself.
Knowing herself that well,
she hardly knew what she was.


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Emotional Breakdown

Red is the story of love
Till the never bit ending
Like the amazing gift from above
As his hands were nailed and knees bending.

Orange is the story of temptation
Making life a bit hazy
Full of manipulation
The world is going crazy.

Yellow is the story of passion
Swallowed by the depths of the eyes
As they begin clashing
Caught in a trance and mesmerized.

Green is the story of envy
Torn between love and hate
Sending goosebumps into a frenzy
Plundering up traps for bait.

Blue is the story of sadness
With tears running down
Forever lost in the world of darkness
A smile spinning around into a frown.

Purple is the story of madness
As the world turns
Uncovering all the badness
As the world burns.

The rainbow is miraculous colors of emotion
Sometimes misread and not understood
Like the power of potion
Also used like a hood.


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A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


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Burnin' Knuckles

   Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
There it goes,
But you don't even know your destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words, 
This isn't it.

  Guided by a light,
Of thirty or fourty feet,
But your being driven by a heart,
That has forgotten how to beat.
 
   Oh No,
Here we go,
Another mile turns into another night,
Another day to drive right outta sight,
Ohhh it's a rollercoaster horror ride.
When looking over burning knuckles into the road,

   Oh it's a roller coaster horror ride,
Lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
An' there it goes,
But you don't even know destination so,
With a shake of your head,
On goes the trip,
And a whispered three words,
This isn't it.
 
   On it goes_ this isn't it,
On it goes_ this isn't it,
Your trip_ Into the unknown,
While lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
And guided by a light,
An' a heart_ that has forgotten how to beat.

  Your lookin over burnin' knuckles into the road,
Strainin eye's on a light that guides,
Our way through what we dont know.

   Ohh it's a rollercoaster horror ride,
Being guided by the lonely nights,
While lookin over,
Burnin' knuckles,
Into the road.


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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

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

now I am free.

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

which sets me free.

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

waste of ashes.

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

across the dinner table.

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

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

defenseless and
white.

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

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

of Spring again!


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Twilight Is A Sudden Sadness

Who am I to know that
the existence of heaven lives
in the pause between breaths
or that the story of creation is
a searing scar in the side of Jesus?

I have collected my pleasures,
like monsoons collect the dead,
have collected my memories,
the raw force of vitality,

the swift silk of a spider’s web,
the emptiness of being, all of this:
a country of vibrant emotions.

I have touched the sea with my hands,
bringing them together, feeling the abrupt
salt between my fingers, torrid like
the stinging whip of a lover:

Her tongue burns me alive with
its naked wine; her eyes dig
into the depths of mine.

Who am I to know that the Kingdom of God
lives in the stones, the fire, the water, the mud,
or that twilight is a sudden sadness like
gray blood clots caused by black thorns?

Still, my excitement is like a tower
of energy or a vigorous burst of sperm
or the moonlight’s mysteries fitting its key
into my soul where a secret stillness

wallows in its swaggering bliss.
I have tasted the meat of the universe,
its heart, its lungs, its liver, tasting it
with my gentleness, a gentleness like

soft lips, or a feather, or a lover’s whisper:
Her mouth burns me alive with its
raw juice; her heart feeds from mine.

Who am I to know that the Supreme Spirit
lives in the flies, the lice, the grub, or that
death’s bitter sorrow lives in the dust, the bones,
the ash, or in the agony of a broken heart?

—once, Jesus summoned me. He undid
his wounds with the jagged blades of 
my tears. I held him, embracing him, saying:

My brother, my brother, my peaceful brother...
who am I... to know... who I am?

——————————————————————————
From my first book: 'In Forbidden Language'

http://www.amazon.com/In-Forbidden-Language-Dah/dp/0982874707

©dah / Stillpoint Books 2010
all rights reserved

With an introduction by Eve Hogard


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Game

My wrinkles are growing
My age spots are showing
My thoughts have been exploding
My wisdom is now cultivating

What I seek in life, I haven't found
I'm sure one day she'll be around
I have wisdom, I have my thoughts
When I find her I'll release my knots

I'm tied up inside, looking away
Stealing home on this squeeze play
I'm not giving up, I still have game
Hey there sugar,"what is your name?"

As I get older and a little more wise
I've learned to get along, to compromise 
Drama and games are foreign to me
For what you get, is what you see







Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

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

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

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

I stand, alone.


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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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Exist in Dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Humble Words

thoughts of crowing joy
 in body the soul, 
but wait there's more... 
pasting of measure, feet taping, 
but yet sapping, on the 
there of sapping, hungry of just not knowing
that is the word of being humble...
the mystery of blending the
squrriel nut tree at the 
top of the fountain as 
thought it may seem, 
of resureing 
that living has fall within
my thought to know to be humble...
words to be humble


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven on Earth extended

For all its worth
How many heavens on earth?
I pop the question
Answer me
For all its worth
Creation, importance growth
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this Earth
Speak good, do good
For all its worth
Isn't this heaven
Right here on this earth?
Explore, discover, and the joy
Will bring you more
Heaven
Right here on this earth
For all its worth
Good deeds, fresh feeds
Filling the needs
Of family, friends and foes
Right here in heaven
Right here on this earth
For all its worth
Desperation, destitution, no resolution
Diverse arguments, increased confusion
No fixes, no facts, failure to act
Cry your need and your heart will bleed
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this earth.
For all its worth
Prostitution, enslavement, 
confinement and traverse
The hell hole, dung hole
No pardon, pure sore
The the knocking on the door
Right here in heaven, 
right here on earth
For all its worth
No pacification, only victimization
And then criticize 
the triers, bystanders
And the afflicted souls
That bites the bullets
In perilous goals
For all its worth
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this earth


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layers peel

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

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

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


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UPGRADE 2

Step your game up, time for an upgrade
Stomp all over you, call it a parade
Watch and learn, let it marinate
What's next, they all anticipate

This ain't Charades, but I keep 'em guessin'

Apply pressure, got these haters stressin'

Don't know what to expect, like a blind date

Like eating at a buffet, I got a full plate

Take over, give me the opportunity

For this sick flow, there's no immunity

There's no doubt that I'm the best in

This game, I guess it was destined

Tear things up, like a paper shredder

Not talkin' cheese, but I got cheddar

Man, I got more green than a gulf course

Now I got all the connects, I'm the source

Like electronics, I plug people in

You should bet on me, if you wanna win

Like a biography, I'm the truth

I built my case, you see the proof


Details | I do not know? | |

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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A Lover's Letter - Part 1 of 4

(Canticles/The Song of Solomon / 2 Tim. 3: 16* / Ps. 33: 5
Ps. 37: 28 / Ps. 97: 10 / 2 Chron. 20: 7 / Isa. 54: 5
Deut. 7: 8 / Gen. 1: 1 / John 1: 1, 14, 18 / Ps. 83: 18)

May Liquid Lava Drip and Pool
From This Pen Tonight
As This Lover’s Letter I Have Longed
To Express To You and Write

May Lightning Rods Fuse On These Pages
To Enlighten and Ignite
Words, That Are As Clear As Bells
… as Clear As Black and White

… and Impart Good News
That Encourage and Excite
And Enthuse You With Joy
Like Wind Thru Tree Leaves Incite

And Bring Forth Your Smile
That Resembles Starry Sights
As I Reply and Verify
That All Will Be Alright
For Love Proceeds and Aligns
Just Like A Butterfly Alights …

So Like Blossoms Spread
On Silken Sheets Invite
May This Letter Convey
My Emotions Intense-Felt Might

And Reach You By Moon
Or On The Morrow’s Dawn Light
This Letter Being Sent
With All Hopes Bright
With The Eagerness of Swift Eagles
Focused In-Flight …

While At Present, Being Apart –
To You Seems Not So Clear
And Yes, A Generation of Youth
Ages In A Few Spent Years

But A Generation of Love
Will Not Disappear
For Our Love Will Generate
Power Strong and Secure
(Luke 21: 31, 32*, 33)

For Even Away … In Our Hearts
We Are Ever Near
And For Each Written Word
I Whisper For You To Hear …

For I Want You To Know
I Hold You Cherished, Dear
And I Will Not Forget You …
So Have No Fear …

Have No Fear … For There Is Not
Even To Compare Another
Our Bond Is Unique Like Fingerprints
& Snowflakes, Ocean Waves & Thunders
This, I Speak In Truth To You …
For I Am Your One-True-Lover

So Any Doubts, Lack of Faith
Or Infidelity – Please Smother
While We Are Absent …
One From The Other
(Gen. 31: 49)

There Is A War Raging On
Outside of Your Protected Walls
There Is A Battle Being Fought
Outside of Your Castle’s Halls
So I Need You To Be Brave
I Need You To Stand Tall …

For I Will Return For You
Victorious and All …
And There Is No Chance of Failure
To Make Me Slip-Away or Stall

With This Letter I Want You To Feel
Assured and Also My Touch
… Feel It Like A Soft Breeze
Raindrops, Sunshine and Such
For Our Intimacy Is A Purity
and No Need To Blush

We’ve Shared Secrets and Sacred Events
and Significant Times So Much
We’ve Even Shared Thru Sorrows
… and Neither of Us Gave Up …

And I Can Barely Wait To See You;
To Be Close As Face To Face
and Look Into Your Watchful Eyes
That So Beautifully Gaze
… and To Lift You Gently Up
Like A Black Swan Being Raised
(The Song of Solomon 1: 5)

(Part 1 of 4)


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Dying with a Smile

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Conflicted or star crossed lovers

Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts like a foreign substance and all
my antibodies are seeking to eradicate
your presence (anti-christs)
My mind and heart find your entrance exhilarating 
like ecstasy ( a neurologically happy drug ,
which by the way I've never imbibed in but the
other one I'm only slightly familiar with)
My body wants to throw you off like some
intruder to the death it lies in bondaged slavery of.
I finally understand the WAR.
I want to isolate this substance and imbibe at will
or as often as I desire.
There's no corner on the market for this substance,
you can only get this by freely accepting it as your 
own life blood , the loss of which kills us , but it's
flow is what keeps us alive.
I desire to lay in it's bliss
like basking in a warm sun's rays
unfortunately I burn easily , so I usually limit 
my exposure to substances I feel may do me damage.
But OH , HOW GOOD this FEELS , as though I should
have been born to this naturally .
But NO , love is not the natural substance of the world
in it's battlements and fortresses erected by men and
so thoroughly indoctrinated into his very being .
I just want to bottle this and share it with everyone.
But everyone "knows" every really really great substance
wears off and kicking the habit is way way painful .
But I want to suck this up and live in it , to have the heat
of it never dim , until it is an all consuming fire that lights
everything in it's sphere . Yes LOVE JUNKIE , child of God
a shameless addict to truth about the paths people choose
to "lose" themselves on . 
I've been like a bloodhound sniffing out every trail looking
for this substance the one that transforms you into fully
brilliantly vibrantly alive , and to roll in it until every fiber
of my being is saturated with it's fragrance.
The factory that manufactures this is built within , 
and I want unlimited access  , but my own body has
set up perimeters and walls to fence off my full access 
to my own God given life source ..(the curse)
You can only have full admittance when you can use
it's power to give life and not destroy others , to be 
able to manage it usefully for the benefit of all.
But I'm a natural indulgent in what feels good , 
substances always on the intake , seeking to have a 
balm that shields me from being abused or seeing 
my own abuses of Life. My ability to utilize a substance
so powerful is limited by my training , my will and my
exposure to everything that seeks to sell it on the open
market like a thrill seeker , or cheap whore who can be
had for a bouquet and dinner , which is quickly consumed
in one night and disappears tomorrow . Nothing that the
world offers can even slightly imitate the magnitude and 
power residing where Love dwells . When you've been 
allowed to taste its manna , the desire for a plateful
is now not even enough but the drive to constant partaking
of its presence is now an all consuming fire and I am 
driven to sign up for the lifetime plan . For better is a life
that feeds on love daily , than to choke and suffocate on
the bowls of hatred served up daily in the worlds menu.
I have relished the view from opposite sides of the room ,
when you're ready  for the permanent plan you will 
have to crossover to the other side . I know you read me,
like the good book , and when you understand you can
hide it from the world , but not from me , or yourself .
We want full access to the wellspring of life and love , I'm
willing to share the source , but it's a limited partnership (MLP)
on a lifetime plan , but it's riches are infinite and can only
be provided by the source. If you're willing to crossover , 
I'll allow you re-entry and full access ... Love  


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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SURVIVOR, THAT I WILL BE

SURVIVOR, I WILL BE

Stripped me down from my clothes..
Yell at me until your throat get sore..
Speak to me with vile words..
Walk and talk to me like I am nothing...

Yes, It will hurt and pain me..
Probably, It may even make me cry..
Probably, It make me even on bended knees..
Probably, It will cause me loss of appetite and sleeplessness..

But, tell you what....

You can never take what I have..
You can never shove off that smile...
You can never erase the overwhelming love that's within me...
You can never make me fall...

I will rise up: " humbled not proud"
I will stand up: "learned not ignorant"..
I will smile even with tears: "joys not of hurts"
I will shout: "victory not of failures"...

By: olive_eloi
10/01/2013
1:08am

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GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


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I made a little poem

I made a little poem
Put it in a bottle 
And sent it out to sea
God luck little poem
Success and happiness


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Happy Laugh Lines Day

moisturized with a few tears
more nourishing laugh-ointments
ongoing aging in lines 
yearly laugh-lines-day


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

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


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

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


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

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


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

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

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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On The Garden Path

" In The Pathway Of Light 
I Have Seen 
Deluded Dreams 
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fell At My Feet 
Where We, 
Had Made Plans To Meet ... " 

And I Waited & Waited
For You To Come
I Waited Until
The Morning Sun
And Then I Could
Wait No More ...
For The Rains
Had Started To Pour ...

Alas, My Soul
My Love, My Heart
My Happiness, My Hope
Once Bright
... Now Dark
Drenched & Merged
On That Muddied Path
& In Puddles In The Grass

... there Splashed The Plans
That We Had Made
To Meet-Right There
and Run Away
and Escape 
Into The Night
With A Brand New Start 
In Sight ...

But Now I Pace 
This Path Alone
With Footsteps Faced 
Towards The Unknown
But Wait - Tho' Late
& Past The Storm
... I Run Into 
Trustworthy Arms  ! ...

" In The Pathway Of Light 
We Have Seen
Our Starry Dreams
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fall At Our Feet 
Where We Dance  
To Love's Heartbeats "



                 Re-Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/23/2013 
                           by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | Free verse | |

Anatomy of Destiny

Every letter that makes up a story of our future or fate,
is deeply dyed in everything we come across, and we'll
come across in the future; may it be the moonlight, rivers,
lover, book, television, jungle,....anything your eyes have
laid or will lay upon.

Our lives are made up of myriads of invisible letters;
letters that we can only see in deep silence. It is at
that moment that you are in a state of meditation,
that letters form words, words form paragraphs,
finally making a story of your entire life!


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

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

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


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


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

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

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Quatern | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

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

“I love you”, you murmured.

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

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

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

They still do.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

MISTAKEN

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Lies

Tell me a lie, close your eyes
Silent seducer.
This veneer is delicious,
But you're still as feral underneath.
I do not want perfection. 
You make being alive
Seem so easy.
None is more happier
Than the fool.


Details | Lyric | |

Children with Masks

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | Quatrain | |

Yesterday

I'm coming home to yesterday

I've been away too long...

Forgive me please I beg of you

I'm not where I belong...

 

Somehow I drifted from my dreams

was swept far out to sea...

Lost focus on important things

and what they meant to me...

 

I used to laugh and sing my songs

somewhere the music stopped...

I compromised too many times

it's not how I was taught...

 

Please welcome me with open arms

my old familiar friend...

Repair the damage to my soul

so I can live again

 


Details | Verse | |

a power struggle

the quay is where he sat.
     deep in thought, he speaks out.
     “my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.

     the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
     he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.

     his journey to pier lands;
     he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
__________________|
PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!


Details | Free verse | |

The Horizon of Perception

If you stare at the sun long enough,

your eyes will become the desert 

they’ve always failed to see;

Just beyond the limits of their

perception. Empty, dry and tragic. 

If you stare into a pool of water

long enough, you’ll see the vivid 

reflection of years meant to wade 

through relevance, yet stopped short,

trapped in the irises you’ve held 

in a skull destined to become part

of an ocean’s reef; another story

lodged in the coral of ironic distraction.

If you read these words, and look into

yourself

                 …just long enough

You’ll see a life meant to be defined 

not by the elements around you,

but by the intention in which you

choose to see, and be seen. 

The ripples in the water,

made by your stroke could

drown you, or push you further

toward a destiny written in the 

eyes of elements curated by a

glow not of the sun, but of your own. 

You are at the helm,

twaddling notes, denoting 

the curious expectations of 

a young drifting sum of celestial 

coordination. Where you go is 

up to you. What you see, feel,

what you hear, taste,

What you change… 

is in the heart of each moment 

you continue to turn the cogs

of understanding, and breathe in

the truth of why the wind pushes 

you toward a horizon that continues 

to stray. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Backwash

I closed my mouth around the words,

felt my skeletons wash up against

the shore of a silver tongue;

Driftwood,

laying still on the bank,

charred and cracking open

inside the swallow of shameful 

Determination.

“I never wanted it to be like this,

             never thought it would go

                                         …this far" 

I watched your finger list its way 

around an empty highball glass,

its fragility reminding us both of 

the damage of throwing stones

in a house ready to shatter. 

I couldn’t look you in the eyes. 

              Couldn’t let you see

the poison forcing its way out. 

No matter, how badly I needed 

to feel anchored.

I was better off;

left to drown,

than to pull you under

the waves birthed by 

my lack of transparency. 

"I never wanted it to be like this, 

            never wanted to bring you down.” 

I couldn’t look you in the eyes;

 as the light shined through

the gleaming vessel wrenched

in your palms,

I ordered another round,

Unable to stand the spectrum 

cast, the colors of truth,

with nothing to hide.

So, I finished my beer.

Tasted the backwash cast back,

from every selfish, thoughtless

draft, and forced it down. 

The amber tint of the bottle 

reflected nothing;

As volatile and opaque as

the soul clinging to it. 

"I have to go, 

                      I’m sorry.” 

I left the money on the bar,

hoping it was enough to sate 

our demons for the night. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


Details | Haiku | |

Row Your Boat

Life is but a dream, while rowing down the stream
 Better to flow along in life’s mystery, some call it destiny
 The present is a gift, if you catch my drift
 Watch your flanks, as life & death are your banks
 ‘Cause your reserves are vested in your life preserve’s


Details | Free verse | |

You Can Be

What would anyone do
if I woke up one day
and decided I was
going to be the next
murderer?
That I was going to steal my fathers gun,
and of course I start with him,
the feelings so rough,
tears bursting from my eyes.
I move on to my mother,
my brother,
my grandparents,
and with every kill
the emotion ebbs away.
Things get easier.
What would anyone do
if that day I
proclaimed to the world
that I no longer wanted to
live in this world?
I created the noose
from my old Playstation 3 controller cords,
wrote my last words
"To the world, **** you"
and made an ornament
out of myself on the
back of my bedroom door.
What would anyone do
if I decided one day that
The world is full of pixies and unicorns!
that everything was red,
oh but not the light fire red,
but instead the color of blood,
oh how magnificent things look!
I work for the trolls under
the bridge behind my house
he pays me in finger nails!
You told me I can be anything,
do anything,
so why do you look at me like I'm crazy?
I see the fairies, not you,
so who are you to say I'm insane?
They tell me I'm perfectly alright.
I never really understand why
people were comforted by such an obvious phrase,
I KNOW I can do whatever I want!
Just like Jim Jones wanted to
control and murder 1,000 people,
just like how the people of Rwanda
murdered each other;
brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other.
So what if I want to conquer china,
put rat poison in all the exports
and watch the world die,
its my decision right?
you told me so,
and I'll plead that,
I'll plead that you told me
I can murder the whole world,
start the zombie apocalypse,
destroy all animals in the world,
when I'm up in that electric chair.
Hello my future,
Good-bye Sanity.


Details | Free verse | |

The blood you were given

Never throw punches at the rain,
don’t doubt the pain of the sane,
nor the deranged.
 
Never toss change into a fountain,
and hope for a wish that you haven’t 
earned just because you have a 
nickel to spare.
 
Never dream without company,
lies are most easily revealed with
another set of eyes.
 
Never rise out of bed,
without thinking of the consequences
of getting out of your own head.
 
Don’t fret about the chaos,
let it flow past your bones
and sizzle at your feet.
 
You are alive,
now prove it to the world
before you become a memory.
 
Make sure that you raged,
that you were boundless.
 
Become not just a memory;
become a living legacy.
 
This is your story.
 
Write it in the blood 
you were given.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Waiting

Sitting by this fence...
One side life commence.
to cross wait for whence
an invitation hence;
sitting by this fence...


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 | |

LAVISH 2

Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream

I'm a vendor, selling fools a dream

Overcharging 'em, call it extreme

Vain indulgence, simply lavish

Free money crash-course, get rich

I'm big eatin', you haters is starving

It's crystal clear, your ribs' touching

I bet big, raise the stake

Join me, win, catch a break

Not a scrooge, so I break bread

Everybody in my team are well-fed

Remember one thing, cream

Money keep flowing in, like a stream

Heading to the top, we was submerged

Started to invest, instead of splurge

From piss broke, living in the projects

To corporate, completing projects


Details | Free verse | |

I gather many good memories

I gather many
good memories
along the way
as I travel 
and file them
on shelves 
and in storage

as I never know 
when I might 
need one

they will be there
when I'm gone
gathering dust
or recycled



Details | Senryu | |

Senryu 0222

poker face jokers trump the one eyed jack the clock ticks


Details | Lyric | |

Wandering Alone

While wandering alone, with not anything  to do
My mind became packed, with selfless feelings of you
Photographs scattered on the floor, eyes well up
Stuffs I could have said, stuffs I should have done

The language of words that make two as one


Details | Acrostic | |

The Signifigance of Living Corosion

Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.

"...I can feel my insides rotting..."


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


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


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



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



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


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



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


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

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


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


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


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | Prose | |

Old Shoes Record The Road Of Life

Life’s road is never straight;
instead the directions senseless;
a twisting, turning labyrinth 
of adventures and challenges.
It wears down the spirit, 
more than the shoes.

Dangers faced with support, 
can breed courage.
The road walked alone, 
can harden the mildest soul; 
building an unbreakable wall.

The façade worn is often mis-interpreted, 
but the shoes reveal every challenge and hardship.
All of the masks we wear; 
cannot hide the life history, 
written in our shoes.  
Like the lines in the face; 
old shoes fill in the blanks,
left after we don, yet another, façade.

Old shoes are the portraits,
of our  journey in life.
Don’t throw them away;
put them on display
and they’ll keep you humble.
One should never forget,
where they’ve been.
It’s in the forgetting, 
that we fail ourselves.
Contemplate where you’ve been,
to decide the next turn,
you must make.


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

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

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

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

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

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



Details | I do not know? | |

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 | I do not know? | |

She

She

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

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

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



Details | I do not know? | |

Blasphemy

Blasphemy

The caustic tongues of the evangelists,
Across all creeds and faiths,
Seem as brittle as an old bone.

For they promise heaven and they spew forth threats of hell
While neglecting the words of that man who walked in Galilee

'let him who is without sin, cast the first stone'

the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

across all religions
new-age and the ones of old
baffle me even as I hear
a single simplistic sermon

for they really do, view us all
as blind imbeciles
scurrying around like faithless vermin


the caustic tongues of the evangelists...

wag on and dazzle us with visions of an eternal paradise
while here and now
their hypocrisy festers
within their earnest
well-meaning eyes...


'...dil mein hai khwaaish-e-hoor-o-jannat
aur zaahir mein shauk-e-ibaadat
bas hamen sheikh-ji aap jaise
allah-waalon se allah bachaaye...'


'...in your heart you desire the maidens of heaven
yet in the now you practice the rituals of piety
o' sheikh, may allah protect me
from the people of allah like yourself...'

is my tongue as caustic as the tongues I write about?
if so, then glad am I
for they shouldn't be the only ones
who preach and rant and continually shout

from their pulpits ever so high in the sky
from their hubris of comfort in possessing the 'truth'

from their 'knowing' that heaven or hell
awaits both the strong as well as the meek

while oblivious to the reeking foul smell
that encourages prejudice and hate
and visions not of peace
but of endless chants and prayers

which they, in their opium haze
rattle on and on
as they never seem to cease to speak

and though I’m sure that all this bile that I have spewed
will threaten
hurt
and offend

friend and
unfriend and
acquaintance alike

but...

take pity on me instead
for it'll surely be I
who'll burn eternally
impaled by a benevolent god
on a slightly warmer than normal day in hell

on a crude wooden spike.


Details | Free verse | |

In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still


Details | Rhyme | |

Our politicians

Our Politicians
They speak like politicians
And hold a great ambition.
They think they are right
And same speech they recite.
They always gather for a bite
Deciding who should start the fight.
All have their own stations
To be the victims of cremation.
They gather their own crowd
Who cheer and clap to any sound.
They think they are right
Only here for a bite.
They speak like Aristo
And act like Montecristo!
They smoke big cigars
And all drive tinted cars.
They dress in glitter
And all have Twitter.
They act so polite
But hardly can write.
Always in action
Only during the election.
To make a collection
Or a connection.
O What a time you feel like 
Committing a crime.

For a brief background about this poem, pls, read the poem (Beirut).


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Pastoral | |

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.


Details | Light Poetry | |

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 | Free verse | |

The sea within you

Love shines from your eyes
and makes your face
so beautiful.
Smile has a rare beauty
Like a foreign flower
transported into a bare garden.
Though it's winter
it's summer in my heart
as I lose myself
in the colour
of the sea within you


Details | Free verse | |

The Blood of Time

My curse flys with the vulture
who has never learned to die
My blood runs in the water
that reflects the bleeding sky
My soul hides in the shadows
that dance with fire
Forever

Forever leaving footprints in the sand
that lead to the moon
Or Armageddon

Footprints of fatigue
putrid with deception
or fleeting hope...
proud in the exhausted moonlight


Details | Blank verse | |

Ashes of Hope

I drifted like a ghost
Among the blackened ruins.
Trying to remember laughter,
And the joy once here,
All I see now are
The darkened stones.
Charred remains mocking
The majesty of the past,
And I wonder how
Such destruction exists.
No colors, only shades,
As though it’s all
Dressed for mourning.
Yet…what is that?
There, amid the ruin,
And the fallen glory,
In the darkness
And piled up ashes,
There is a small green
Plant.
A flower, to be exact,
Half buried but 
Still so determined.
A growing hope
In a harsh, dark place,
Saying “I’m still alive,
Despite the destruction.”
New life, new hope.
New dreams, 
A rebuilding on top
Of broken foundations.


Details | Free verse | |

Sand Storm

Waking from the starry illusion of my own shadowed reality
Bending towards the wings
Rearing to take flight
Though the delight will be sweetened with the bitter taste of the wait
Wait I shall  

Best foot forward so they claim
Until you’ve come to realize through this thick haze 
That it “twas only a mere miss take of footing” 
Out the gate

Return to me thine keys
Gracefully place them upon my stake 
Look back no more
For there weren’t no mistakes to have been made
Only serrated sightseeing taking up valuable space

Filling the void if it’s mound
Inward wasn’t so bound outward
There could be no cries found 
Only casted cradles gauged in sound
Again waiting to be found

After all I must assume some parish to my find
For in simplest terms 
My own reality is rather blankly missing its own reality in kind
Unjustified by the creator 
I’ve yet to combine with the agitated truth that awaits my mindful mind
Blustering to the rind 

Sand Storm
CJGB


Details | Haiku | |

Glowing Reminiscence

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


Details | Free verse | |

Time

The world consumes everything
What I love, what I hate
What I am, will be, and have been
This paper, and these thoughts
It will all eventually sink into the
ever present swallow of death
The loudest of all Earthly echo
is legacy; What a man leaves behind
How he is remembered
The color that was seen
in his embroidered vision
The forgiveness of his touch
and the sincerity of his pulse
This is the soul of a man
The only impervious song
that can be strummed by flesh
unhindered by the blows of time

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

the tides are rising

My heart is heavy from the waiting.
Lonely from sitting in silence
with nothing but my own inadequacies
to balm the wounds time festers.

Patiently abiding the time of recognition
when fate bows down and bestows a grace
sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love,
I wait for the coming of salvation
the benediction of true loves embrace.

The tides are rising-
and the binding on my soul is strong
am I to die a martyr?
With imminent despair I implore
come home and untie me...


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Book of Will - Will

Welcome to the first entry in the book of will
Where lyrics and emotion mix to show how i feel
Bred from stars i shine like a man of steel
Looking for a master? Believe me i fit that bill

An intricate mind blessed with lyrical explosions
Not just poems, i rap with deadly repercussions
My brain transmits like an electrical storm
Immense intellect risen from years of pain and scorn

I'm complicated, mind a little bit mysterious
Playing tricks on you, have you thinking that you're delirious
My syllabus for this is that i speak my mind in rhyme
Backed by a musical sound my fingers unwind

Some hate me because my mind a little bit complex
Who knows what it will think out next
Syllables catastrophic to the intellect of misinformed
Leaving people devastated, destroyed after a storm

I am Will Will i am and i Will terminate
Shocks to the crowd as they try and relate
I welcome you, keep track of this book of will
It will surprise you when you see the way i feel


Details | Free verse | |

That Kind of Day

That Kind of Day


The cat just hissed and slunk away
the dog low growled and hid,
squirrels sat teary eyed in tails,
sparrows still on ‘lectric rails.
Oil skin clouds sailing past
billowing dark pirates bones
sun, as hostage, tied to mast
moon in slivered shiver tones.
Cold steel shrapnel’s stinging touch
reddened cheeks unwanted blush.
The cat just hissed and slunk away,
it was just that kind of day.

for SKAT A Any Old Poem Will Do #3 contest
John G. Lawless
2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Passengers on the Train

A train that’s ridden from birth to death
Picking up passengers along the way
Some people there as short as a breath
Others that are there almost every day

I watch as some people keep their distance
Tending to their personal needs
Attempts to connect, met with resistance
And so without them life proceeds

Family and friends add comfort to the ride
Sharing the adventure for a while
Friends depart, from the group they divide
Some with regret, others hostile

Passing from one train to another
Changing their chosen path
Taking the memories with each other
Connecting as though a telepath

Family leaves like they've been derailed
Their journey ends at their final stop
Their purpose is now completely unveiled
Remembered with every tear drop

The train picks up speed as time passes
Hurriedly approaching the destination
Achievement and loss slowly amasses
Working to live through compensation

It reaches the end, the train clears out
All your loose ends are tied up
Now the unknown fills you with doubt
As the end of the line creeps up


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

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


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Gibbs Free Energy

I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to what end? 
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free 

And all that’s left is work for me
(Fr , 

         PdV)

I hauled up, masochistic Sisyphus  
All they did was balk
Scatter, Jack and Jill   
Emptily talk 
About how hard, how far
Never
I could not

And then for an instant I was on top

[King parenthetical]

They stood with their calculators
Screaming

But negative RTlnKeq ???
Kb T times ln W   ???
Enthalpy minus T entropy,
Gives us the standard energy ???

I saw the people finally sap
It was halfway forward to halfway back

I felt something snap

And I fell unfathomably far 
To a different bottom
A different problem

I stood intermediate at the foot of the unknown
Before a taller peak to dethrone

--
Note: Gibbs Free Energy (delta G) is a thermodynamic parameter used to describe reactions and stability in chemistry. It is common to see a diagram of delta G vs. reaction progress. These free energy diagrams consist of continuous curves with peaks and troughs. The lower the energy, the more stable. 

Unfortunately you have to have significant background knowledge in chemistry to understand every reference.


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Ferris wheel


Days through days.
  Fire in snow.
Someone says:
  'Ground - below'

Hard to find
  Sense to live,
But pulse in mind:
  'Chance to give'

Grow the Soul,
  Ruin the maps.
Heart is bowl
  Full of traps.

Greatest thing 
  Ever learned:
Since you blink
  Path - returned.

              6.08.2012
                     NikA


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Lucidity

Some say life is nothing but a dream
A river that flows, a sparkling stream
We’re born into this and most remain
Asleep, but few comprehension do gain

Carried by the flow they are no more
The truth turns them heavy at the core
Like stones they sink and go down deep
Once awake they cannot go back to sleep

They lay silent in the dark gathering moss
Eons pass, but it’s time well spent, no loss
Shaped and polished by time, the true artist
To emerge anew from the depth of her mist


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Unto a River

Some say life is a road, a drive,
with bumps along the way and endless turns.
Much as I try, the best image I can contrive
is, instead, of a river that boils and churns.

At times it's a gentle creek, bubbling along;
smoothly you float in it, forgotten by misery.
Then come slight changes in the river's serene song,
eddies in the stream - of happiness barely rescissory.

These eddies change little but the feel,
the touch and taste of the water below;
of this boat on this river you try to take the wheel,
but you can only ride and watch, never control the flow.

On occasion it floods, overflowing its banks -
sending you down the current, tossing you over the side.
This is when you find it tough to give thanks,
toilsome not to surrender to hardship, to the crushing tide.

It will not hesitate to drag you under,
drown you and smother you if you are unwary.
Yet, it is not all fire and brimstone, lightning and thunder -
its rampages accidental, it doesn't mean to harry.

Sometimes a partner joins you in the drift,
and together of bliss you both hold a sliver.
Life will give all, and throw all into the rift;
'tis the springs and the falls - forever unto a river.


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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


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

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

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

in another life, another time,

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

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

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

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

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

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

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

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

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


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

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

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


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

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

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


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Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


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Hangover

The dreary chattel of self-preservation 

blinks slowly under a roof of delusion;

a vacancy sign laced with the angst

of neon's persuasion.

Everyone leans a little too far,

toward a mahogany mantle;

suffering the harsh taste of

tomorrow's guilt.

But tonight,

they are free.

Tonight they pour 

their love into frosted 

glass,

and drown. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Road Trip

...Just because the road got a little bumpy, 
That didn't mean I was going to pull over, 
                 get out, 
and sit on the side of the road and give up. 
                                            I kept going. 
And at the end of the road, there was a dead end sign... 
                 but did that stop me? 
                           No. 
I parked the car, 
     got out, 
and continued on foot. 
Eventually I came to the brink of a huge mountain 
and looked up 
and thought it was impossible to climb. 
           But did that stop me? 
                       No. 
I tried anyway and started climbing. 
Once I got to the top, 
I turned around and looked over the mountain 
and I could see the smooth road 
     that turned into bumpy gravel 
          that came to a dead end 
               that came to the bottom of this mountain... 
everything that has tried to stop me. 
And suddenly, I realized 
that I now stood higher... 
       above it all... 
and now look how little it looks...


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Werewolf

Everything glitters
after dark.

Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.

I started to appreciate the sound 
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire, 
everything's moving.
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)

And now,
I can't sleep for the need, it litters
my mind like an infectious disease.
(Though I'd been searching for it)

Little by little,
I caught it, 
hands open,
palms burning.

Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster, 
laugh louder,
love harder, 
go quicker.

And when the morning sun litters
the sky,
it's an unwanted savior
to people like us. 
(Because we know what's best, 
we've seen what's better)

So we rest a little,
hiding strangeness with normalcy,
lust with routine.
But when the sun sets, 
I watch with curiosity,
shadows wake and spread 
(as if it's the first time) 
legs open, arms wide, 
inviting me in 
to stop pretending
I'm something that I'm not.

Little by little,
I don't need much of anything,
knowing that love 
will find me
in unusual ways.

Maybe it already has
but I lost count of ways...
too in love with shadows...
too in love with the night...

Too late.


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A Wandering Thought

Alone in the night,
 
descending the stairs,
 
I desolate happiness,
 
out of scars
 
The scars of past,
 
and present and future,
 
And the happiness of a wandering thought

In the broad daylight,
 
when I fade out
 
My shallow heart
 
confines desires…
 
A blurred vision,
 
and numb nerves
 
A wandering loafer soul
 
And a wandering thought…
 
I leap mountains,
 
and walk through the seas
 
Across the wind,
 
trimming the fire
 
I let myself breathe,
 
and calm down
 
I surrender my ego
 
To a wandering thought…


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Man's A Poetry

Man's a poetry
throughout him and within him.
A limb of where he'll be
without him and begin him.

A poet's prophecy.
A life that is rescinding.
A prophets right to be.
A rule at ease for winning.


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Bearded

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


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Atmospheric Resistance

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

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

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

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

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

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


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EMO ETERNO

 
…And light the torch of liberty with the spark of wander never clouded by ignorance’s thunder But order the light of wisdom ruling the righteous kingdom Of knowledge backed by the wages of love reigning from up above With the vision of hope helping us to surely cope With the depression the left over impression From the house of guilt where madness is built sadness is tilt’ To the foundation of remorse being the end of chaos of cause now God is the source Of Devine forgiveness the first step to repentance the individual renaissance Like change from dry season to wet rain dance Of freedom where the doves of peace come from chirping an anthem Of joy an emotional play like toy a see-saw of sorrow which no man can play in the sand pit Of hatred with evil seed imbedded opening a path to death’s door headed To sleep eternally so turn to His Majesty And light the torch of liberty with the spark of wander never clouded by ignorance’s thunder…


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omen of ruin

cold desolate abandon uninhabited snowing
      rain slippery icicles spike frostbite 
first month of year pillars of ice blind black

      black ice bad month first of the year
january gray shade screen canopy 
      frolicking jamming January boy birthdate omen of ruin
_________________________________________________|
Penned on May 06, 2014!
For Two Haiku (Describing The Month of January) Contest!


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Elements of Essence, Collab by James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt

I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only with your essence. I feel the brush of your skin and callouses of your hands on my body. Such soft reveries. Its inevitable conclusion is bleeding into the clay and tall grasses beneath our ghostly steps.
 
I am Earth and you are Sky, and the wind carries the daily exchange of our nature on soft songs. I no longer chase the zephyrs that swirl upon the low grounds. They carry leaves and debris that settles back onto the clay beneath us. We both see one another clearly, but somehow do not have clear vision when it comes to our own storms.
 
I am rain falling sideways, pushed by your reaching gusts. Locusts swarm in the eyes of my pondering caress; we are a plague of fathoms at the foot of a swallowed sea. You are the calmness of Earth’s depths, my rage punishing your shores. You are the beauty of my destruction, the ebb and flow of my tormented purity. I only wish that I could feel your weight upon me again, holding me at rest.
 
But the scales of time’s sandy tick have tilted, leaving me crazed and undiluted. I watch your limbs sway, your leaves break free and wander, searching for the source of my prayers, and I blink. The night swells in my breast and I feel your fault lines shake in the bones of what is left.
 
This feral land is the bedchamber of our lovemaking. The faces in the trees are watching us. We give them life as they dream us into being. The soft waters of the bayous are a song hanging in thick bayou air. We are like water. I close my eyes and you are within me.
 
Our bodies are trapped in the temporal. Our minds caught in patterns we do battle with perceived realities. Yet your spirit is etched beneath my eyelids. You are never far. We are writing poetry across oceans of time. Lovers in every form. Weaving stories of creation and destruction upon each individuation. Flesh as a vessel, is only bound by time. My heart is heavy with shadows. Yet together, we are Fire and Light.   
 
We are the eternal design of nature’s fury: the break and the fall, the flow and the pull, the thrust and the splash of kindling spirit. We are all, and we are one, and I feel your feet within mine as we walk down, further upon the grassy road of our story. Your hand is soft, mine broken and bleeding. But you will heal me, you always do. For you are the wind that molds me, the crash breaks me, the flame that purifies our bond, and the water sending ripples on the shore of every world in which we choose to play our songs.
 
 
(c) James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt 2014


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Reflections of a Leaf once Green

The green leaf with its yellow edges,
falls ever slowly, dancing towards Earth.
Before me lays a field of changing hues,
where my thoughts go to be relived.
Above me long gray clouds pass under a clear purple sky
and bring a subtle change from light to evening dark,
to remind me, days must end before tomorrows rise.
While I sit quietly watching the green leaf,
it lands in swift moving water, tumbling in the rapids,
beneath blue painted mountains, now covered in white.
There I learned to let go, like the leaf
and allow thoughts from my summers and spring,
to drift away in the endless moving streams of my mind
and not fear the limbs now naked and bare,
in the Autumn of my life.
As I await Winter, with its cold frozen silence,
I've become a green leaf with yellow edges,
falling ever slowly towards Earth.


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Watching With Keen Interest

As dogs eat dogs,and cats eat the intestine of
the cats, I watch with keen interest.

Trees fall over trees,
sun gazes with great intensity
as cloud whispers in thick darkness
and the sky belches loudly,
I watch with keen interest.

As shark swallows the tilapia and
 the tilapia the tadpoles and phytoplantons,
the sea boils to a very high temperature,
making its abode uncomfortable,
The frogs and crabs have to relocate,
I watch with keen interest.

The flower displays its beauty for a little while,
and turns grey suddenly,
This makes the butterfly to become angry,
angry!for this cosmetic display;
I watch with keen interest.

Fallen  leaves float on water surface,
Not cared for nor remembered;oblivion persists,
The lion screams and the forest is deserted,
as the ants and bees prepare for war,
I adjusted my cornea and iris
to watch more of this scenario.
What will finally happen?
what will the lower animals do?
What about the summit of the seven gorillas(G7)?
Would the jungle law be obeyed?


*Personification mixed with Metaphors*


OLUSEGUN  AROWOLO



CONTEST:"What do you make of this? sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.

RE-entry for The Contest:"Take Two" sponsored by Nette Onclaud 4-03-2014


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Rebirth

It is time.
I have been enwombed like a casted fist.
I am long overdue,
Inside the suicide when spring came through.

It is nearly winter now.
The people go in;
I leach out.

I am something nocturnal;
Phasic, the darkness of a new moon.
I was smothered inside my own cocoon;
A flower doomed to bloom too soon.

I woke up raw and markedly harsh;
Fall swallowed me up like a scarlet reservoir,
And I drowned 
To the sound
Of my house burning down.

Where are you now?

Now that I woke up outgrown and awkward,
Aborted from the happy child,
Who thought that life would be worthwhile,

And that winter is simply a season to come;

When I never know what I’ll become.


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Betwixt food and human relationship

It’s good to get together as friends and confreres
like in table fellowship or religious convocation
and then, enjoy the company of each other’s culture
as Italians, Colombians, Filipinos or Brazilians.

The day after Easter Sunday adds another occasion
for us Scalabrinians to be reunited at this point in time
sharing the gifts of food, life, humor and relationship 
with a space for fraternity, some updates and good wishes.

Truly, it shows the spirit of oneness and fraternal fellowship
sharing the commonality of our commitmment to faith
as brothers in Christ and members of our Founder’s order,
the religious congregation that cares for migrant people. 

There’s much to do and plan for what we aim to materialize
in today’s world where migration poses a huge issue
like a salad bowl with mozzarella, tomato and olive oil
a metaphor for migration that deals with human cultures.

Described in the Bible as a growing missionary virtue
hospitality as a key to open one’s heart in this journey
With fearlessness and confidence, it’s a major issue
depicting the picture of global movements raised in action.

Our days of darkness, our bickering confreres in places –
where community life matters and features one’s emptiness
in dealing with one another in our quest for human and divine.
it’s indeed a challenge and will always be a test of faith, thus far.

This helps us understand through our setbacks, pains and joys,
with friends around and those who share with us many times
those sacred stories of being called to worship God and be present
especially in the Eucharist that nourishes our souls to be whole.


Details | I do not know? | |

skg

Its time to do what's written
Explain,  I can't until you let go of all you know
To understand what truths we are missing
Or that have been hidden

I will use my self as target
Cause its not in everyone
To comprehend what life really is
Want their illusions to last
And their sheltered seeds
To know aristocracy is vast
And naturally be thankful you
Were born into a family name.

Using me just went out the window
"Is everybody in" the parable now begins
Just let me reiterate one thing
This is not prewritten are premeditated
Comes as I flow in know order its a border
Of all spirits journeys I just speak what I hear
As all thoughts ideas and fears from bankers to 
horticulture engineer
and use metaphor to gently spread what's shown
To me at the speed of energy
life is about the moments you didn't notice
Cause your loyal to a few instead of all

This may be another start of a recently lost
365 pages of parabolic explanation
But this time the mind I lost is back in parts
Its a dang shame I spent my life running from
My destination.

I always knew were I was headed
But I love unconditionally
And did not upset a global rhythm
So spent my years destroyiing myself

So I will start on this suicide mission
Of speaking things that reason can see
but ironically are mind is to caught up
In lies we would despice given silence, thought,
And time. Granted I'm adhd ocd and have
a hyperactive brain it never stops I don't sleep
I go into energy efficient sleep mode
Screen iis off but the light still blinking
Wifi and Bluetooth are examples of the
Sync option that we all have and I always known
That has been proven but dismissed
Cause to refill u must have empty cup
And no one wants to give up what they got
And even those who don't have it good
wont see truth because between
Faith, luck, and advertising they may
Get a chance to were thousand dollar slacks
And treat those below like they have no reason
To think they deserve the blessing they
Accidently came across. In the stroke of a check
their roots,  ideas, and ethics lost or bought
Traded to the man made faceless seemingly the
most beautiful thing to give all a fair shot at being
Elite when before we bought in we were equal men.
The rabbit hole goes deep and who better
To hear words and not speak pridefully
One thing above all and its a hitter
Before you understand creation
You first must understand man is nothing


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metaphorically speaking

Imagine if for once I could smile at my storm
Or that by some chance I could be accepted by the norm
What if I really did find the pot at the end of the rainbow
What if all my hurts and pains I could finally just let go

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side
Or that from past mistakes and guilt I didn't have to hide
What if my life started to turn out how I planned
And no longer made to feel like a man that is damned

If by chance all that glitters is really gold
Could my pride allow me to speak of things untold
Or even better if I found the needle in the haystack
Would that then stop the straw that broke the camels back

The grass is green and we accept the sky is blue
Can I accept that I am really loved too
Could I be me for just a 24 hour slot
if I had a magic wand all my fears I could blot

If I went and travelled over the hills and far away
There I would take my troubles and on the ground gently lay
I then wouldn't have to travel back in my sea of grief
Instead I would search high and low so that time is no longer a thief

There's a lot I would do different and things I would do the same
But perhaps I'd try harder not to be the loser in the game
They say that it never rains but it pours
Would I ever be able to beat my high score

Its often been said that I'm as cold as ice
But I've learnt that once bitten it will not happen twice
Or what if every little makes a mukkle
Then under the strain of life I wouldn't have to buckle

What if I have counted my chickens before they did hatch
Maybe then I wouldn't be in this 24 of a catch
Perhaps, what ifs, maybe's or suppose
My life has been planned and that path only God knows


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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
HA! HA! HA!
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.


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God's Life lesson (Holy War)

God's life lesson
found in his reflection
that he created in his image
was to learn never to discard or disregard the importance
or love he had for any of his creation
but to improve on them in every way
the meaning of life
love
fate
time
destiny
mankind
and life itself

He did this to surprise himself
and enjoy humbling himself for his creations
a planet and a heaven that does so for him

Living an everlasting life
where that he was the first to live
and the last to die
This lesson had to be learned prior to allowing his creations
to be by his side in eternal life

The meaning of life
and the angel of death
helped him learn what he needed to discover
to become flawless at this

The meaning of life
surrendered to a task of living a lie
becoming a false prophet whom would eventually sort this out
ask god for forgiveness
for being carried away in his selfrighteous lies and denial
of being loved by his creator
being a non believer of his maker
who had created something god placed above himself
god chose to forget himself
so this life lesson would be easier for him to realise

Thus god was inevitably going to be succesful
in this demonstation of forgiveness upon his creations and himself
to understand his new awareness
of a plan that he had for himself
to achieve a higher experience of eternal love

The meaning of life living a lie
to keep the everyone in blissful ignorance
of god's temporary weakness
and that was when the angel of death took part in helping god learn
by making the meaning of life's lie an unpleasant experience for everyone

The meaning of life then humbled himself
to the realisation
by being recognised as a team player a part of god's divine plan
by this truth recognised he would be healed
and the fact of who he did it for
god would know it was his brother's turn
to be released from the chains
of taking upon the metaphor or personification of murder
whom life itself was metaphorically married to

god's life lesson to learn from himself
his love and his creations to achieve the biggest miracle of love
one that would be never ending just continually improved on
as suggested by father time


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The Wrench

The words were stale and restless in his mouth,

so he spat them out onto the floor,like the gristle of

an overdone steak; and her brow furrowed over 

every writhing anecdote, as his falsehoods lay

withering at clumsy feet. So,

she could see through him; 

He was more than ready to let it all burn out,

 he was tired of the rot. Tired of running his tongue

over teeth begging to spark under weighty words. 

And she…

She was done carrying a corpse with the 

arms of a shadow;

Memory can only drive a vessel so far. 

So, as the sun rose and dried out the 

flesh between them; the finality of 

goodbye drove them apart,

like a sunrise, that can never be set.

Not again. 

It’s all just earth now. Decomposed; however tampered:

It’s hot asphalt burning the toes of lover’s dreams.

Molten Steel falling unto the breast of a newborn city.

Pollution choking the quake of sentient evolution. 

Love dampened by the leak of morality, fidelity….

It’s so easy to throw a wrench into the machine,

and too damn tempting to watch it burn…

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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The Door

The door locked shut is a metaphor
My mind locked shut is like that door
Unable to open up no more
My mind is shut, can not explore
The possibilities through that door
Are closed to me unless I claw
Back to my life, reality
And open the lock with my mind key


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Mythmaker

Down the road a bit
we will understand more about it 
The doors will open for us 
   The carousel of life 
     continues to turn and
laughter can be heard 
   in the distance 
The secrets of the changing phenomena we see 
  shall be revealed 
The changing tides of fortune 
should not deter us 
   If we hold true 
to our course 
    Then we can laugh together
   as we near journey's end


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Short Wicks and Crochet Needles Don't Ignite a Flame

We are a crooked spinal cord,
unfixable scoliosis ,
intertwining our vertebrae,
broken back bone,
solid case of we just don’t keep each other upright anymore.

We are an accordion,
swiftly dividing and reconnecting.
The sounds of harmonicas, claps,
and the flicks of lighters
whistle at our performance of dysfunction-
Always parting as soon as we meet,
never meeting long enough to just be,
sort out things or carry on
because in a split second we are always gone.
Come back to me,
stay for a while and sing,
listen to the harp players finger pads strum amazingly.

You are a meteorite,
falling into my orbit,
puncturing the lung of my atmosphere.
You are a candles wick that is too short,
extinguishing my flame with your loss of words.
Silence and darkness,
harsh and bitter,
not willing to take the chance and just let be burn bright,
fill up the room with my light.
You let me die.

I am a crochet needle,
bending the yarn of you,
weaving together your threads 
to make you something that you’re not.
Maybe you were meant to change,
and I was meant to stay the same,
but our coping skills don’t cooperate,
and we put too much water in the flask,
diluting the chemicals.
There was no reaction.

We are a dance without a song,
offbeat drumming,
fingerless strumming,
out of place humming,
creatures that are becoming nothing.


We are a broken mood ring,
scratched record,
dull pencil,
chipped car paint,
two humans that just aren’t programmed to be together.

Maybe if crochet needles could light the wick of a candle,
or maybe if we didn’t step on each other’s toes when we danced,
or maybe if we calculated our chemistry correctly,
we could start a reaction.
And maybe I’m just making up excuses,
trying to find reasoning behind the puzzles pieces not fitting,
trying to discover something that will never be there.

But I have come to find that short wicks and crochet needles don’t ignite a flame.


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The Lesson

Try not to make such a fool of yourself in the presence of so many,
You'll get through this crazy life we live with few regrets if any.
   To say your sorry and you apologize and it will never happen again,
Will only be a waste of your time with your family and friends.
   Have no compassion and do not worry because nobody really cares,
Your  feelings inside and what makes you cry you can  not share.
   It's all wrong but it's alright will drive you out of your mind,
Don't let them confuse you if they misunderstand you at any time.
   Keep to yourself these emotions that are bottled up deep inside you,
If you dont and you let it slip there's no telling what they will do.
   Never do you lead but never do you follow just go your own way,
Do these things I tell you because you'll thank me someday.
   There is one last thing I must tell you before I head down the road,
Love , caring and understanding does'nt matter anymore now you know .
   This lesson I got one day when I cared and thought I should be concerned,
How wrong I was to have feelings like that and what I have learned.
TAC


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The Metaphysical Monument

(Deu. 32: 4 / Rom. 11: 33 / 1 Cor. 2: 10 / Ps. 104: 24 /1 Kings 8: 27)


Nature  -- Is Just  The Noble Hands of GOD
Setting Our Reality's Ruler & Cosmic Rod

Existence  -- Is Just His Massive-Energy
Radiating, Invigorating & Acting Wondrously

Creation -- Is GOD's Canvass-Splendor
It's His Image In The Greatest Artistry Mirror

The Universe  -- Is GOD's Deep Ocean Space
Where His Marvelous Mysteries - We're Allowed To Chase
& The Universe Is GOD's Cosmos-Credential Briefcase
& His Valise-Vessel Carrying Each Planetary-Vase

Heaven  -- His Domain: A Holy, Golden City of Purest Glass
Where Angels and Kings and His Son's Light Basks

Eternity -- Is GOD's Dynamic Door
and Those Who Are Nice - He'll Let Enter & Explore

The Wind  -- Is GOD's  Fearless Feet - It Soars When He Steps
& Time  -- Is Something Only GOD Knows Where It Goes & Where Kept

& Time  -- Is GOD's Constant Record -That Has Never Lept
Yes, Time, Is GOD's Eyelids - Which Have Never Slept

Life  -- Is GOD's Property, His Possession - That He Leases Out
& If Humans Look In Their Hope Chest - There Would Be No Doubt

Love  -- GOD Is Love - So Love Is Loyalty & Mercy-Fair
Love Is Grace & Kindness & Honor & Goodness Is Always There
Love Is The Highest Emotion & Purest Passion That Shows GOD Cares
&  Joy  -- Is The Journey of Each Living Moment That GOD Shares

Peace  -- Is The Products of GOD's Purpose &Ways & Promises
Hope & Faith  -- Is Always and Ever GOD's Dewdrop Audiences

Wisdom  -- Is GOD's Keen-Mind: Genius-Designer & Intellect-Architect
Beauty  --  Is GOD's Look & Lightning Sight & Views All-Seeing Perfect

Truth  --  Is GOD's Voice, His Words, Written Passages & His Whispers 
&  Rain Showers, Cyclones, Thunder, Ocean Waves & Mountain-Echo-Fixtures
GOD's Sounds, Abounds & Are Poetic Sayings To His Listeners
&  We Hear GOD's Truth In Many Audible, Sonic Mixtures

Trust  -- Is A Line To GOD That Stretches To Infinity
That Trust  -- Is A Cord That Stretches With Complete Integrity

Judgement  -- Is GOD's Balance, Like Night & Day - Light & Dark
GOD Keeps Law & Order & Obedience - Like He Keeps Eden's Park

Power  --  Is The Traces of Glory - GOD Leaves In His Path
Forces -- So Explosive Awesome! - &We Haven't Seen Close To Half

Holy Spirit -- Is GOD's Touch & Breath & Moves All of These
& This Is My Metaphysical Monument To GOD's Image & Breeze


O' Who Could Not Love A GOD So Good
& If You Really Think About It - You Know You Should


Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
by:  MoonBee Canady


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Lights

Lights

They talk about searching for the light,
To look into it and find something new.
We see them when we’re speeding down the highway at 2.AM – 
Nowhere to go but in such a hurry to get there.
They speak of finding the light at the end of the tunnel
But do they tell you of what’s after the light?
Is it another journey to find a brighter light,
To make this world all the more uplifting.
Or does it make the world even more torturous;
To all who have glared into this fake mysterious journey.

The metaphor of light isn’t always what it turns out to be.
Happiness and cruelty.
You can choose these by a switch of a light – 
From the dream that occurs by the light in your mind
Or the brutality of preventing yourself
From the world that becomes above all more painful.

Hazardous lights cause warning to those afraid of danger,
While others see it as an exit route to another destination.
The light shining from the moon keeping us safe from all around
Can still make its way to the death of those alone on the streets.
The peasants dying on the side of the pavement
Can see themselves in the reflection in the puddle they lie beside;
With the sun shining brightly onto their faces,
Making them wish they were shining
Like those who have seemed to have found their light.
With their last breath it will all disappear-
All hopes and dreams destroyed in a second,
That they thought could come true,
After sixty-two years of living a lie.

The light cannot be complete without the darkness
As for the creation of light there must be a dark.
It prevents itself from becoming weak
By the power of both controlling man,
Leaving them scattered across their land
After searching most their lives for the thing they believed in.


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A Hollow Shell

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


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A Real Poem

We dance
we prance
we're stricken with cancer
we wish we were a silver knight lancer.
We eat pies
we wear ties;
the girls are shy
there is a big blue sky.
We dig up the soil
to get to the oil,
but they don't see me
having tea,
watching the sea.

Watch love fly
like it were a dove
flap it's wings to solitude
no need for any attitude.
Dance with the Arab girl
give her a step and than a twirl,
as our lips fuse together
we some what don't care about the weather.


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PLAY-BOY 2

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

Plenty of fish in the sea, you gotta' use the right bait

Move fast, early bird gets the worm, don't be late

I'm a player, I attract all types of women

Get 'em all wet, like they're going swimmin'

Switch 'em up, more than I do my clothes

Got a different chick at all of my shows

Can't choose, there's too many to pick from

I beat that thing up like banging on a drum

Like fishes in water, I got 'em hooked

Chicks galore, schedule's filled, like a library I'm booked

We're in the bed more than hospital patients

Take my time, make sure she's satisfied, I got patience

They call me the Hulk, all I do is smash

It's a hit-and-run, not talking 'bout a car crash

Call it the thing on the side of your bed, one-night-stand

Kinda' like a hit TV show, I'm on demand


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In Absence

Through the journeys
I have foreseen,
Not an answer
To be found.

And through the times
I have waited through,
Not besides itself
Had phased me.

Along the roads
One shall travel
Through trials
Unresolved.

As mortality with
Sickle and stone
Shall take those
Beside me

Its horse in reigns
Ever comforting
To those
Without mercy

As soon
Absence shall arise
From what had once
Been time of suffering

Yet afar
One believes to run
To avoid
Such destiny

War had been waged
Against the inevitable;
A force ever
Threatening

How polite of it
To resume after myself,

As its realm continues,

In absence.


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Walk the Dream, Fan the flame

This facade that we build
around our bones;
this walking dream

Shouldn’t be any different,
than what we keep in the night,
where the stars burn as freely 
as our hearts.

I say we stoke the fire,
throw it all in.

Watch the sand turn to glass,
peel the skin back
                    swallow the marrow of promise.

Let the light reflect.

-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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Wildcat

Sweet dreams...
But don't try masking the seasons
in gold. 
You never needed to,
but thought so

because what we call love cuts us
like a crashing chandelier,
stinging all the more for how pretty 
it used to be... 
And to know

what it feels like 
watching years accumulate that itchy mold
is harder still. Because we never knew
what we were looking for,
even after we pick ourselves up 
from our dusty rooms
to walk the same lines.
At least we're braver than we know,

but doomed to fail 
if we play by rules we're urged to swallow-
A cosmic joke.

Now let me tell you how to win..
Choose the lion on the carousel, 
steal him away while you run out laughing.
Kiss your lovers,
hold your friends to their words.

Don't fear your reflection
when you've let those hands 
leave their mark,
and don't know why you're aching.
We're all a part of the circus,
start a new act.
Don't give in to the darkness
all for show-

Light a candle and roar.



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Bar Scene

Cold hearts sway to timid tones.
We hum hard; hoping to rattle the 
grit out of our mouths.
Sand blasted teeth resonate youthful
denial, torturing revelation’s bargain.
No cheap tricks. No sunshine,
we’re all gone.
Too drunk on pain,
to find hope in the rainfall of liquor 
in this dusty scene.
Too many empty bottles chugging
on air; the last breaths of my generation.
A swirling vortex of broken condoms
and vomited promises dance in neon 
light behind the bar, threatening to dive
into the mouth of the next patron that 
calls to the bartender.
A violent eyed harlot with dollars
bursting out of her bra.
She serves death with a smile,
gyrating her hips to a beat
…that never dances.
She just throws ice into
our blood and glances at 
the tip jar..
Knowing we’ll pay our own
way to hell.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tears of the Clown


The Tears of the Clown


A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.

Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,

never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.


Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.


Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,

of a spurious laugh,

the tears of the clown,

rehearsed, rehashed,

form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,

of this simple boy's dream



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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


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...


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Detour

Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship. Potentially harmless. A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life it once had. Just past the corpse the sign comes into view: "Detour" The break up begins. No apologies, no explanations. Just maybe the wind.. it passes, taking no sides. Beyond the sign is a graveyard, holding silence. Holding the hands on a clock. Holding back all but that wind.


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The Dinosaur

Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted

A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn

An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there

Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline

The Dinosaur walks out of the 
forest,
Onto the edge of time.


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with Wide ears

Listen to the wind.....

   as she sings in her quiet lisps,

   and sighs the past and gusts

   with earnest need;


Listen to the tenets of the seasons 

   with their lovelies and tempests ----

   and torrents and great rains 

   become blizzards,

   then hushed and bequeathed sings the morrow;

   and buds the leaf and the harvests

   shall feed all in need


Listen to the tenuous hum and drum of mortal bars

   crying out 'neath thy starry night....

   when the world is weary in the City of Lights;

   and the  last dog has barked before bed.....

   and the crickets with Godspeed ascend their chatter

   in the last tumult of the day,

   (Listen.....)


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touch the glass

My reflection,
Drenched in red,
Is an illusion,
In my head?

Could this be real
Or just a trick,
Blood makes the floors,
Really slick,

So if I trip,
And hit the glass,
The stain will smear,
As my fingers pass,

A bloody mess,
Is what this is,
But no one can hear me,
Ask what gives?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Human Campfire Legacy

" Human Campfire Legacy ... "

( Gen. 2: 4 / Gen. 3: 24 / Ex. 13: 21 )
( Ex. 3: 2 / Rev. 22: 5, 6 )


All & Every Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around Campfires
Telling Stories of Dreams & Dramas of Life
(Tho' Some of Them Have Been Liars) ...

... Gathered Around Great Campfires
At The End of Sunlit Days
Gathered Close, Around Warm Campfires
To Hear What Storytellers Had To Say ...

... of Fantasy Or Forecasts Around The Flames
Feeling Protected By It Bonfire-Blaze
Or Gazing At Each Familiar, Glowing Face
... Gathered Around A Family's Fireplace

Such Was This Ancient Entertainment
Throughout Time & Tongues of Tribes
Telling Histories, Heritage, Legends, Myths & Fables
In Oratories of Bards & Scribes ...

" I Saw Four Men Living Out On The Street
Gathered Around A Big, Smoking Fire-Barrel
Their Hands Outstretched To Its Flames
To Ward Off The World's Ice-Age-Peril ...

One Was Gesturing & Speaking To The Others
And They Began To Uproariously Laugh ...
It Was Then, That I Saw A Glimpse of
How Mankind 'Sticks To' Campfires-Past " ...

... Gathered Around A Flickering Campfire
See, There Is Nothing New Under The Sun
And When Earth's Great Star, Staircases-Down
Man, Still Gathers 'Round Fires' Heated-Fun ...

So If You Find Yourself At A Campsite
Indulging In Its Ritual Tradition
of Looking & Listening To Campfire Tales
Or Gathered 'Round A Television ...

... It's A Long-Time-Honored, Human Custom
To Gather Around Warm Campfires
From Tents To Huts - To Applianced-Homes
Or In Palaces of Great Empires ...

The Civilizations of The Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around Campfires
Telling-Visions of Dreams & Dramas of Life
In High-Def  ... 3-D, Wire-Pyres ...

In Conflagrations & Rubbed Frictions of Man
Gathered & Chronicled Thru Sparks of Campfires
Some Became Skilled At Fairytales & Folklore
& Yes, Some Were Just Branded - Burnt Liars)
( Rom. 3: 4  /  1 Tim. 4: 1, 7 )

                                                                
 Written & Copyrighted ©:  5/20/2014
            by:  MoonBee  Canady


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Zoe

She  was there, but just passing by, 
never mind what it is said, 
nor what it seems, 
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.

Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning 
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink, 
nor drop a leaf for her.

She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with no prince to chose. 
Beautiful and charming, but a bleak vissage look that 
question her truth. 

She's a walking venture to men kind, 
but again she's a lament soul, 
a lonely heart with meekness eyes, 
with a glamorous voice, 
and enchanted moves.
 
Her hair so black that blinds the eye, 
she was there passing you by, 
you were there blinded by her charms,
her name was Zoe; a beautiful life.

Copyright©ElenaToledo2011


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The Cover

Life is a struggle, this is something we’re all aware of.

Some cower down when it decides to give us a little shove.

To some people life is something to hate.

Rejection and sorrow, they fear was their given fate.

 

They are at a crossroad in their life right now.

They want to escape their doom, but they don’t know how.

You see these people everyday.

Walk right past them and think they’re ok.

 

If someone would stop and look into their eyes,

Only then may they see their silent cries.

Cries that showcase all the pain they’ve endured,

So much hurt that they simply can’t be cured.

 

We all know the girl who has it all,

The one who walks like she’s ten feet tall.

What we don’t know is how she feels inside.

She was always taught to smile, her real emotions to hide.

 

If you knew her like the four walls in her room,

You wouldn’t be so fast to judge, so quick to assume.

I’ll tell you this, something you may not believe,

Her biggest fear in life, true happiness she’ll never achieve.

 

How about the star athlete?

You know the one who never accepts defeat.

He walks around like he’s the man,

You definitely aren’t his biggest fan.

 

You don’t know what is going on in his head.

He probably wishes he could be back in bed.

You see he was up again all night,

Pillow over his ears, listening to his parents fight.

 

On to the next one, the girl without the looks,

The girl who walks in the hall with three or four books.

You call her the loser, geek and nerd,

You walk right past her, story unheard.

 

She studies hard to get good grades,

With hope to get away from her parent’s tirades.

She can’t stand being at home she needs to leave quick,

Her mother’s on drugs, her dad an alcoholic.

 

I hope you’ve learned that people aren’t always as they seem.

Don’t tear others down to boost your own self esteem.

Before you judge take a good hard look.

Remember, the cover doesn’t always represent the book.


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For Joni Mitchell

for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both sides now' you sang,
from within

and from a feeling of being without

you moved me so, i cried, i laughed

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

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

as every one of those words you sang

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

not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad

your words seethed and burned through me

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

with those who aren't illusions

of those who've embraced me

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

for like you...

'i really don't know life at all'


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In Between

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


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Windmills of the Mind


Over the days I've been, mile after mile,
Wandering over the path of exile,
Singing that songs, that are cursed for the trial,
Whispering your damned name.
Headed, survived the most terrible fail,
Still to the light of the entity. Pale,
Weak and distressed, I'm forever in scale,
Tied to self-blamable frame.

Greetings to everyone, faced on the road,
Are sent with a slight reminder of owed.
I am still writing the shrift to the Toad,
Hoping for doing the best.
Wishing a drowsiness, gained as a gift,
Praying for foolishness - happiness's lift,
Searching for truth, which enables to shift,
Locking, like cage, my thrilled chest. 

Drowning in miracles, daydreams and fears,
My throat refused to swallow the tears,
Strictly forbidden in the inner spheres:
Not to let mercy break out.
But this is it, and the major it's aim:
To let you know before you start to blame
Me, crazy mind or my doubtful fame
For saying all this aloud.

                          8.12.2012.


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Trapped in the maze of love

The young girls tour the countryside
with bosoms large and egos full of pride,
with noses stuck up in the thin air;
I see them all strutting down a dirt road
leading to a dead end;
as I stand lonely, trapped in the maze of love.
Lost I cannot find my way;
till I sit and listen to the songs of loving angels
they shine me a path of flowers and beauty,
as I follow, I'll soon be trapped no longer-
in that forbidden maze of love.

.2.14.2014.


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Computational people

People in the history
Make a different story
People in the country
They are called mystery

A gradual change happened
Living beings of not pulsated 
Life is a struggle of extended
Without stick of blind folded

Having captured a snapshot a profile
Perambulate like aimless animal
Aggregate and run for the life of final
Become a destitute in elite dark tunnel 

Someone wants to halt and to look around
To see the motion of world everyday around
To make a concrete direction forward
How it is mad to judge people mind

Udaya R. Tennakoon




  


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Mocking me

Time she keeps on mocking,
But the old monk is all tranquil.
Peace written all over the face,
Is this the lull before the storm?

But the birds...
They chirp & sing their own songs

Time she keeps questioning me
It’s heart is  red but i can’t see
Playing with me and with my mind
Revealing thoughts of all kinds.

As the sun goes down ,time ,she will slide,
And steal the light from the ground

Time she will stare at me  all mute,
As my heart turns lute
Ohh.ooo yea
Time will stand still and wait on me,
As  I lose my yesteryears in shadows of what I could be
Ohh.ooo yea
Time she ogles at me,
As the morn is draped as green as can be,
Ohh.ooo yea

Time sees me 
As i clean drops of dew from words that seem so true
Ohh.ooo yea
Time she keeps on mocking
Time she keeps on mocking


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Illusions of Dreams

They say that life
is a metaphor of the spirit
and that time is a construct
that we all believe in,
as the world we perceive in.
Chance, circumstance
is the dance we play
on the first stage of destiny
where history
reforms itself to our liking
spiking the elixir of youth
with truth.
Matter meets form
in the dark spaces between
where fate is seen
as a well marked trail of tears
denoting the hopes and fears
of the ancestors making.
The past
is forever taking
from the now.
What we allow
becomes achievable
believable
a transformation
of creation
for all our relation
shapeshifting
sand sifting
uplifting
future gifting
an open door....
we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

We can live the illusion
or we live the dream.


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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.


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Passages

the entrance to my mind 
the gateway to my heart 
the arch to my emotions 
delivered through a doorway 


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Today, I Watered The Plants

My eyes avoid…
Especially that one in the corner- It’s been watching me every time I walk by.
Seeping its way into the corner of my eyes, a lifeless green.
It sits in front of the window, forced to watch drops of water slide down the pane.
I hear it plead.
?
So I fill a cup and Pick withered leaves to prepare for moisten soil.
I generously pour water with a hum, as if I did it every day.
I envision a murderer watering roses on a grave she created.


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AN IMPROVISED HAIKU

AN IMPROVISED HAIKU

(To Maimounatou Abdou) 

Garouas Sun has risen now
Let it light and delight
Let me Princess of Beauties bow
For Garouas soft sun is at sight 

 Dla, November 14, 2014

Jaafar Sadig El Waad


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An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

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

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

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

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

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

and though a lifetime ago it seems

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

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

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

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

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

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

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

for here is where I always hope to be

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

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

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

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

and know forever that these scribbled words

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




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Sweaty Palms at Sunrise

I feel the turn of fickle stars in my palms,
wrenching their way out,
challenging the ambition of a sinner's grasp.
 
It all falls loose;
sand at the feet of eternal eyes,
staring back into the shadows of memory.
 
Dreams struggle for breath,
suffer desperation, lack of color.
And in their whisper I squint like
an old man trying to find his way
back to the trail's head.
 
But in these woods I have no bearing;
no point of reference, only empty hands left wanting,
too arthritic to hold any sort of luster
or salt of tomorrow's promise.
And so, I am left to wait...
Suspect to the charm of a menacing horizon
that promises nothing but a burning reminder
of what I could not hold onto.
 
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.


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Love may be the remedy

The brightness of late summer light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to take in these earthly pleasures,
And so to fill my mind with treasures.

The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?

Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love's stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.

Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes

Life is tragic comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.

But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we'll be bereaved


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Lord of the Ring (Prophecy)

Was i not the one
the messenger of the code of a ring
the diagram scrawled out among a series of poems
showcased to a board of review
at a mental institute
something they could not legally speak
and then the towers fell

was i not the one
who spelled the word of doom
the night before it struck
secluded on a maximum security ward
still unspoken
the animals ran
before the tsunami

am i not the one
whose first middle and last names are sung heroes
of a non existant crime scene
of the metaphor of life
the broken down science
of watch my back and everyone stands tall
the one life defined to keep safe
the reason we were born 
the easy way to protect ourselves
from our own undoings

Am i not these things
the lord of your rings
the one exposing your secrets of silly extravagent things
am i not the one gone this far out of my way
to do what i could for you
is there no one out there for me
when i feel for sure you already know what you must do

Am i not the one crying in the streets of your town
uniting families together with life lessons
of together we stand to prevent our fall

The lord of the rings
from the mental hospital
carried you a message that went unheard
i still serve you a purpose
do not let it go unheard
forfathers of the next generations would prefer

was it not i who warned the life sentence of mans will to do good
the curse of not knowing ones maker
lord of the rings
it is i who has done these things for you
like a karma i could not alone possibly owe


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Searching

Searching


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


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


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


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


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

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


Searching.


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We Do That

We lie most to those we love,
mostly little things.

Last night, my best friend
called about her boyfriend being stand-off-ish.
The usual, relationship merry-go-round
nonsense. I told her whatever I could:
distraction is good, get a drink, go out,
go walk, play hard to get. 

The thing is, once he'd made a pass at me
while she was ordering us all a round 
at her favorite bar.
(Questionable morals to say the least)

I guess I lied to her.
I never said a thing.

Because when I was young,
the white-picket fence surrounding
the garden next door held dying orchids.
I wanted to go water them,
to sustain them, to prolong something
that was beautiful. 
But there was a no-trespassing sign,
and Momma told me to stay away,
to never break the law. 
She said interference was useless,
that flowers would die just fine 
without my help.
I forgot about them in a minute.
I went out to play in the sandbox.
I was young.

Now here I am, older.
Well aware of the speed of change,
how fast things come,
how quickly they go. I'm starting to think 
of this ebb and flow as re-arrangement.
Metaphysical circles.
Whatever it looks like, 
whatever it is, 
I can only manipulate the feelings,
not the nature. Not the flow.
Reality never changes, 
never grows older.

Is there a battle between 
change and stagnation, 
right and wrong,
light and dark? I don't think so.
I think they're only mirrors,
that without one, the other 
could never be seen.

Like telling your chubby girlfriend 
she never looks fat.
Or your mother, you're doing this,
when you're really doing that.
Or your father, you took care 
of whatever the hell it was,
when you didn't.
We all do that.

Even honesty is sometimes reciprocated
with dire consequences,
I'm convinced.





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The Sire's Journey

Off to mountains he climbs
Whilst staying in his mind.
Off to battles he goes 
Defeating many foes.

The nature of his quest
Unruly as it may be,
Sings noiselessly in the air.
It cries and screams,
Yet pride smirks on his face.
It wriggles and squeals,
Yet his begotten one he will not yield.

His words speak kindly to it,
Soft like the wind,
Yet harsh they become
Like leaves rushing through the mountains’ wrath,
To those who may bring it harm.

Invisible string links them no matter the distance,
And at the beckoning call it grows taller than trees,
And has become stronger than the foundation of the earth.

Off to mountains it climbs
Whilst staying in its mind.
Off to battles it goes
Defeating many foes.


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SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







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Secret Society go die

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


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Cap N Gown (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 
In and out of foster homes 
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone 
From school to football practice 
Academy award winner 
my moms was the number one actress 
From football practice 
to back to those two huge oak trees 
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees 
And I know it’s gonna hurt 
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt 
Maybe it’s me being selfish 
But how could I not tell you without a kiss 
Like me expecting to go to war 
and forgetting to enlist 
High school memories was fun and games 
Embarrassment was done in by shame 
Senior days are now numbered 
Summer smirks ever so humble 
Along with my peers 
my misery is pumping me up to fumble 
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 



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Monster and Marlboros in the Rain

I awake beneath the sink of sky,
the patter of raindrops collapsing 
against the breezeway of acrid dreams.
The light of the refrigerator blinks
against torrid eyes, shining impetuously
on the last can of Taurine's gestation.
I grab hold of clarity's false promises,
and crack open a ripened sip of morning,
walk outside to light its poison. 
Cold and fluid; the taste of inclement 
happiness seeks the buds of my repose. 
Tempting my lips to kiss the heart of 
fearless and youthful posture, as I 
pop the cherry of relevance with
the ever throbbing hands of mortality. 
Bones shiver beneath tepid flesh,
as the Earth soaks its tears into
its own bosom,
waiting for my blood to finally 
follow suit and go home. 
Not today; Today I ponder
with nature. Today we spin 
the yarn of metaphysical 
riddles in valid unison
because I seek,
and it begs to be found. 
For now, we have an understanding.
I am the fragile burden of this world;
stardust molded into a wicked grin,
born not to become a supernova,
but to bleed slowly and suffer
so that....
Well, I haven't figured that 
part out yet...
For now, I'll just inhale this 
existence, one sun fall and rise at a time,
and hope I can remember 
what it means to live,
when I do finally,
go home. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Pinnacle -The Marvel of the Peak

The Marvel of the Peak


There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps,
of the years endured.  A separation of
the mind and body, a landlord/tenant
disagreement regarding the use of the
facilities in question.  The physical plant
functions well enough, and the tenant,
well, he thinks not at all of the age, the
wear and tear, the creaking staircase,
the rattling, banging pipes.  And so the
mind commands the body to go forth,
to push the limits of its worn and tender
joints, to subtly master fate, to surrender
only begrudgingly, to hold life to its name,
and live.  Age has not taken my dreams,
nor shall I submit my vision to the
dimming light, nor release my hold
for lack of tighter grip.  I will demand
of mind and body that they serve the
spirit that we are and carry high the
banner that is life, the passion that
is love.  I will not squander the gift on
a sofa.  I will bear the twinge of time’s
torment, adjust to altered gait and
slow ascent, yet still move upward,
ever upward, thrilling always at
the marvel of the peak.


John G. Lawless


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Mensekind

MENSEKIND UNSUPPORTED CODE Ek is n mensekind Nie net sommer van die wind Ek het gevoelens en baie goeie bedoelings. Ek voel dikwels nie in beheer en mense maak my kort – kort seer Ek is soos ‘n teater: Mense kom net vir vertonings en dan sien jy hulle heelwat later My hart is ‘n uitgedroogde sandkorrel wat enige tyd kan breek en verkrummel Ek is soms baie lui Want ek vra net en kry My woede is soos die Victoria watervalle Dit bedaar amper nooit en tref my naaste soos geweerknalle Dag tot dag lewe ek soms voel ek soos ‘n kraan wat lek en lek My hart en siel behoort aan God Somtyds wonder ek of God my en ander raaksien? Ek is net nog ‘n mensekind wat wonder of ek partykeer rus sal kan vind
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Rain in the City

as the rain falls on the city

all words

seem drenched

running like worthless ink off meaningless paper

yet

the rain falls incessantly on

in sheets of glassy vehemence

tearing my thoughts apart

splintering the fragile truce of this night

words, just worthless words

floating by

wrestling me to the ground

worthless words

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

disjointed and hollow

as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow

wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom

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

and still the rain keeps pouring

clipping the wings of my dreams

that are no longer intent on soaring

but why do i subject you

to all this idle and quite bitter chatter

for when all is said and done and scribbled

will any of this matter?

so i take leave of you, yet again

as i surrender 

to the lunacy of the sane

and to the whipping

of the cold, biting harrowing rain...


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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.


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Privacy Privileged

As I awoke this morning the strangest feeling came upon me 
The air was thick yet clean

The water surrounding me though murky 
Holds clarity of the visions I'm to see

Suddenly unwittingly aware
Yet I don’t want to be

It’s all so bitter sweet
Tangy although a treat
To be a piece of the puzzle so neatly incomplete 
Yet the pieces fit so perfectly

Clearly my mind’s eye has been plagued 
Yet not blind to the scrutiny in which it’s survived

Charmingly divine is the denial we’ve so cautiously danced around 
Yet no elephant roams in home

Lingering is the question I’ve so cautiously avoided
Yet its answer I’ve owned all along

Wants and needs do differ in deed 
Yet there personal importance is frowned upon
When standing tall and walking strong…


 


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The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


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SOMBRE SWANS

SOMBRE SWANS Once I could twitter like a lark at the world; now I must muddle my words with the immensity of granite; I have no more playoffs left to play with my sombre swans sashay through the perfidious hours like a shroud © Kim van Breda—26 June 2014


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A Broken Blade of Grass

the broken blade of grass
trampled by random fate
lies shattered on the cold
ground

the oblivious slayer of hearts
saunters away nonchalantly 
to a destination never to be found

where can I stumble to in this crazy beautiful vivid insane ugly real place that once was mine

when all that's left behind 
is the cacophony of merciless
sound and while for silence I achingly pine

but in the end...

it all adds up to nought while that bitter taste persIsts and lingers

while we allow the magical moments to slip through our blistered fingers

until we awake one day from our innured dream that we cling onto while we sleep

finally conceding that beyond mere words, we were hardly ever, that deep

on the contrary, rather shallow we have been as we continue to shovel emptiness into that space so hollow

while lulling ourselves with the promise of the past, and ignoring the freshness of the morrow

a tomorrow filled with peace

a tomorrow once captive, but now on the brink of release

a tomorrow not consumed by the wasted time of the bygone past

but a tomorrow brimming with a gentleness meant to forever last...


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Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


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Non-recyclables

I tried to hold my breath,
lacing plastic together with curdled finesse. 
Days of remnants rolled around in a heap
and awaited it’s pallbearer. One final destination.
A graveyard necessary for human greed. 
I guess everything has an expiration date.
We find these things, and love them
desperately until they die.
Enjoy it’s taste or fiddle with its edges. 
We soak ourselves in their worth,
and hope it settles in our stomachs.
We need to know it’s money well spent.
We have to make ourselves believe that
we won’t end up alongside everything we’ve bought.
Like we’re something greater.
And yet, we will still rot under the same dirt
that we place the husks of our misguided and fickle creations beneath.
Burn me when I die,
I want to fly on the wind 
and escape the sin that I’ve been living in.
I want to visit the trees and breath new air.
I want to be better than I’ve been.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


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Daybreak

Scarred and unbroken in undisclosed glory
As darkness retreats from the white hill
The flag stands at half mast

The door is sealed
Against the black pit below
Guarded by the light
That none should venture down

Such evil kept at bay
Stopped from spilling,
By the thin bright line.
Never to see reality

Keeping the void filled
With the damned unworthy
That we might live

In Happiness


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Symmetry

He sits in the shadow
of a light he's been 
begging for strength
to consume;
Choking on bipolar
truths of his soul's aperture,
wondering if there is a key
to unlock its requiem,
or if he'll be forever
cast. Forced between the
breaths of both worlds;
Omitted from the presence of 
any luster, or spiritless flame.
A man with eyes that seek,
and a tongue bent over 
nervous teeth, that beg
to be cleansed of sin's rot.
To be this, 
                  here:
In a world of decadent destruction.
He feels he cannot, does not deserve
the righteous clarity of purity's omniscience.
It shines, through
and stifles the purge.
His essence contracts,
pools together in a 
singularity,
and he feels the flash
as he becomes, 
for a moment,
symmetry.
Life/Death
Perfection/Destruction
Human/Corpse
Angel/Demon 
Power/Void
Darkness..
And he sleeps, for what he thought 
would be forever,
and yet wakes in the arms of life
with eyes that still seek,
and a tongue no longer
bent over hungry teeth;
but willing to speak.
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


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The White Wall

From afar it seems perfect--solid and strong;
Like nothing could force it to fall.
But up close, its surface is pockmarked and rutted
From years of abuse that have taken their toll.

Further inspection reveals cracks and fractures;
Webs of misfortune that cover its face.
How easily does a coat of whitewash
Hide a past of misfortune and shame!

Over time and neglect, it crumbles and cracks;
It falls into ruin and disrepair,
And calls into mind the essence of life,
Which also will fail without care.

The life of a person is like a white wall:
Without any care it will fall.


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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 -


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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.

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.


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Too stubborn to ask for directions

It's funny..
how there can 
be so much chaos 
in the dark, 
how pouring yourself 
into the slanderous 
frequency of life's 
little distractions 
can seem therapeutic, 
but then you find yourself
there once again, 
boiling in the quiet
reflection of a
bitter melody.
The howling thrum 
of your own echo
can beat sense 
in, and right back
out of you. 
Confusion or Revelation? 
We all pick our own poison
at one time or another. 
Tonight, I drink the sour
mash of introspection;
soberly gulp the tear
of spirit from the ash
of yesterday, 
wait for the 
pang of tomorrow. 
I'll write it down,
like I always do;
one more foolish note 
of a lost soul, 
searching for
                   direction.
Writing without the purposed
map of self assurance,
or the light to read 
notes I left for myself,
just in case..
I end up,
rounding another corner,
that should look familiar...
 
                                 like I always do. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Home

Home


Squirming through my skin, 
moulting once again.

Roots flailing like rotting driftwood, 
bashed upon the merciless shore.

Home awaits the weary traveller, 
to comfort and offer solace.
No home awaits me, 
mere bricks and scattered memories.

Lost in the folds of memory, 
a withered identity beyond recall.

Home.

Long misplaced by the wayside, 
forever gone, vanished in time.

Home.

As skin moults with dreary repetition.

No home, no place of solace.

For I left myself in a half-forgotten alley, 

While I forever trawl for the way home.


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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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WARNING: Soppy Love Scribble

Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


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Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

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

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

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


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Awake at Midnight

Awake at Midnight

sleep retreats
into tunnels of dewy thoughts

teasing the worn mind

awake at midnight
dreams recede

into caverns of mist
to brew their hazy potions

awake at midnight
weariness seduces the being

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

still.


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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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Eucharist - in its spiritual realm

Along with Jesus' discourse as the Bread of Life,
bears a powerful meaning of his divinity.
It's a metaphor with spiritual truth,
that identifies himself as food for our souls.

As a sign of his broken body and his shed blood;
the inner call reflects to abide in him.
We partake of the meal, a sacred meal,
to make us one with him, abiding in the Lord Jesus Christ.

What an experience of joy to receive him!
with a great deal of gratitude and reflection.
It's a spiritual fulfillment, a source of strength
that enables one to sustain his life amid struggles.

The Eucharist we celebrate each day
draws us to believe that there's hope.
As a spiritual food that makes us grow,
we're hopeful to embrace life and start anew.


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The English Teacher

You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you. 
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine. 
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions. 
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses. 
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you. 
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever. 
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me. 
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives. 
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch. 
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love. 
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences. 
My english teacher in the language of love.


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Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum


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I'm not sure you know what to say

I wonder today
As I sift through the sands
And peer through the depths of other peoples verbalized talents
Works of intricate emotion and stanzas of hyperboles oxymoron’s and similes 
and metaphor

When I refuse to welcome you to my world
When you stumbled all this way
And I show you how to clip an angel’s wings
and you relate to the angel
Even though you have soo many inner demons
I’m not sure you know what to say

So I sit here in the silence
And stutter to myself
I lay in bed at night and talk to myself
I hang pictures on the wall to inspire me to push me
and listen to things that will drive me to become another
But when you open this chapter of the metaphor I will upon your sleeve
When you walk through that open door
And are not too sure of what I mean to my soul mate when I say
that one day in heaven his experience will be a love note from me

I'm not sure you know what to say

Soo many of you are of few words
and soo few of you are of many
The angels are soo far away
And the four demons, my invisible enemies
are always on this merry go round
too busy to stop the roller caster where I find myself
Dizzy I am
Confused I am
Abstract and bizarre
Creatively thrown away by my fairytale godmother I dream
To remind me
I am a man of some higher power god
And instant gratification isn’t necessarily what I need
from the race of a reflection that doesn’t understand why it cowers
Instead of receives

While I clip the angels and fool the demons with the thoughts
and words of the wise and how I hate more than you
You become my poetry with hearts on your sleeve 
a valentine I cant send demanding healthcare 
for Christmas before all we get is Halloween
But when your eyes roll back into your head
and you try to resurrect what I express and bring me to life
through twisting my words that cut like a knife and carve marble stone
into gargoyles that guard castle gates
In this royal palace where no compass will help you find your way
and my thought seem soo far away
The feathers fall to the floor
The soldiers look down at their weapons realizing they are still little boys 
but intoxicated now and forced to the realization 
This is how we raised them to be men with awards for serial killing 
Of stars and stripes

I'm not sure you know what to say




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A Metaphor of Life

A Metaphor of Life

By Elton Camp (Elton4562@Yahoo.com)

“For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” - New King James Version

Human life is rightly compared to a mist
It’s for only a brief time that we exist

Droplets of moisture the fog create
An insubstantial and unsteady state

It’s dispersal many factors can bring about
Few will notice or care, there’s little doubt

From where the vapor came we don’t know
And as to where it went, the very same is so

So it has been on earth since Abel died
Both righteous and wicked are cast aside

From dust they came and to dust return
Everlasting life not one of them can earn

But of resurrection, a great deal is said
The just and unjust will arise from the dead

The Christ an ignominious fate did face
The ransom price paid for the human race


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Albion


Here there's nothing else to explain or remember,  
Exclude the magnificent thing: An Umbrella.
It tricky transforms 'Girl' into 'Cinderella'
And perfectly can hide your face.

Through grave, unavoidable sky's tears shower 
This land everyday drinks a portion of power
And stand strong and brave on the edge out of nowhere 
For centuries to win the race.

The only path here which has once been taken
Can't end or erase unless you have made it.
But without the strongest intention to break it
You won't see the future ahead.

However, to read hundreds of ancient stories,
Antheming the National Grandeur and Glory,
And want to forget them because they're boring
You must be completely a Mad.

                            20.07.2012.
                                  NikA


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Eclipsed

Ample words from bloated chests, 
won't rest until the messages crest.  

Moving through phases of covered stresses, 
that are just shadowed mirrors from larger troubled messes.  

Covert grievances, rise with the tide; during their full revealing. 
And shine light through the crevices, that have not yet completed their healing. 


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People Trapped in Marble

Jul 2013
Chennai

Proof that an indivisible portion of time exists,
Frozen in that time, unchanging,
Morphed into the metamorphic rock, forever,
Hacked, packed, moved,
masoned into walls of a ritualistic enclosure

I can drink on them for hours,
Look into their eyes,
Isolated, purified, distilled to 175° proof,
One expression, one thought, one pain,
...maybe that is why I can see them

Or maybe I just spend too much time in that room


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I'm all about Satanic Prevention

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

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

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

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

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

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


HO HO HO

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

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

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


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Self reflection

Self-reflection is an art
A two edged sword that no one teaches
No religion philosophized
my own personal goal 
to better myself 
and understand everything 
by seeing one another 
through the slide of me 
through another’s eyes 
and that person 
through yet another’s eyes

Four good qualities you truly possess is where I start
The good things about me
Actually that’s a lie
That’s what I recommend
I usually get a little bit sad sit here and realize 
That I think I’m deep and no one understands

I know through self-reflection of understanding history
and putting myself in other peoples shoes
Like a mental actor of how I would feel emotionally and mentally
and then writing it down
is like self reflection but not quite
close but no cigar I have learned we are truly all actors and life is indeed a stage
And when we learn how to manipulate the greatest acts of man for the history 
books
The next generations will be taught in school how to prevent wars and live in 
piece by us selling one perfect life or lie
And I wonder if I’m a 27-year-old psychological lie of a ghetto wizard
I’ve described

Through self reflection I know they're are things I need to change
Some things I never will
Some things I am a part of
And at least the parts and pieces of my life I live like poetry that if they were 
captured like dreams in a butterfly net
They would teach something to the future like Jesus or anybody would if they 
understood
Just how to self reflect emotionally mentally put yourself in another’s shoes and 
learn the lesson through writing a poem
or thinking it out

If each generation and the history books were all acts of men
and my generation has to top the last lie with a wisdom of the perfect metaphor 
to unlock the following generations thinking process
Is that the game of the planet?
Are those the reasons to the wars we fight today?
to teach tomorrow
When they write their essays that will become tomorrow’s politicians 
An insane asylum can teach politics and all we really want is to pay them to be 
rich and make global friends so we can have utopia
But in the history book of the essays they no longer write where life lessons were 
learned and taught through misfortune of man
there are gems to be uncovered of how to stop wars how to peace keep
How to mediate
How to live
How to heal
and every generation we discover it on our own as the teachers subtly shape our 
minds




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We Shall Always be Many More

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


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


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They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

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

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

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

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

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

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

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

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

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

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

for they do not see me at all

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

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


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THE WORLD OF VIBRATION

“THE WORLD OF VIBRATION”
My dear siblings and pals;
I enjoin you all, to vibrate when you have the cause;
In proper scrutiny, I have come to apt conclusion that;
This is a world of vibration, validly, when it’s tumultuous;
Because a time will come, when you will become incapacitate;
And your vibration becomes vague!
I tell you…, the hall- mark of your every-day prayer will be;
As fast it could be, to kiss the generous mother earth.


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My life story

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

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

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

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

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

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

goodbye king


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Masks

Masks.

Fingers,
clawing at my face,
slipping beneath the facade,

tugging, tearing, flailing,

stripping off the veneer,
exposing the fragmented decay,
cloaked,
under this mask I wear today.

Hands,
groping for another layer,
embroidered on my thin skin,

peeling, rotting, searing,

shaving away the truths,
entwined in a jagged kiss,
revealing,
the vacuum of an emotional abyss.

Fleeing,
from myself yet again,
bound for nothingness,

desolate, cold, empty,

lost on barren pathways,
bruising my heart as I tread,
shuddering,
at the horrors that lie ahead.


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Rubbernecking

If you are on a highway
And the traffic starts to slow,
There may be several explanations
Why this might be so.

It could be some construction
Or an accident, perchance;
More likely, though, the traffic jam
Is caused by just a glance.

‘Cause every single motorist
Must hit the brake and gawk.
A wrecked car’s as enticing
As a rodent to a hawk.

So one by one, each driver lets
His speed drop to a crawl,
Just savoring some other sucker’s 
Automotive fall.

We call this rubbernecking
And the metaphor is apt,
Since every driver’s neck that cranes
Leaves other drivers trapped.

As Freud would say, whoever
Sees a situation grim,
Just feels relieved to know
The sorry victim isn’t him.

Unfortunately, traffic stops
Or moves just like a snail.
Wherever you are going,
Lateness surely will prevail.


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My Aphrodite

Laying next to you by this rushing bayou I marvel in awe of  you a miracle I cant 
live without you. Graciously your beauty lifts me unforgiven your kisses breath life 
into me. No vivid metaphor of love can describe you dynamic and tremendous I'm 
unworthy of you. Harmonized forever I stand by you embrace me immaculate 
angel there is no where I'd rather be then here with you loving me.


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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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Untitled 3

walking down trodden paths
craving peace
diluted, tepid, watered-down peace

etched lines on weather-beaten faces
craving release
final, open, unfettered release

crawling through today
seeking simple moments of silence
quiet, hushed, un-spoken silence

where will this road lead?
a dungeon of momentary respite
a hovel of worn-down exhaustion
where will this road lead?
from yesterday's torment
to today's promise
from past regrets
to tomorrow's solace
where will this road lead?
away from fear of regret of guilt
of grief of wrath of needling stabbing truth
where will this road lead?
now embarked upon with halting steps
gently treading between the thorns
to that transient place
not a destination
a caravan-serai of hope
a place of encompassing ease
of shackles broken
of hope released

to that abode
that elusive abode of peace


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4 marines

four 
US
marines
pissing on
the 
corpses
of the
“enemy”
which in
the early 80’s
had been 
supported by
the CIA &
the ISI---
giving those
most radical
“65,000 tons
of US made 
weapons & 
ammunitions
by the end of
1987” in the
attempt to stop
the “evil empire”
from polluting
others with their
crrrrrrrrazzzzy 
communism---
these four present 
day pissers serve as
a metaphor for 
america’s treatment 
of the world as a 
whole.

1.kill them.
2.piss on them.
3.whine & say that 
your strong code of 
ethics in no way 
warranted such 
world domination &
oppression.
4. repeat with extreme prejudice.


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metaphor of your prayers

in the flesh
in the gutter of life
step by step to lead me to success
for a better life to live
what are we fighting for?

if life picked a fight
would god show up
would the devil cry?

metaphor of life
prophetic lie?
destiny?

million dollar man
read your contract
proof of free will
some day

no fight over my deathwish
but will you let me pass myself by
some call me fate
a destiny
life's stages of awareness
Life held hostage in the gutter
showed up for your birthday
who showed up for the fight?

center stage of heartache of the worlds wars
in the middle of poverty and who pulls which strings
I am your metaphor of life tortured
i will be discovered in the gutter
\what you do from there isn't entirely up to me

man's will to do good
read your contract
while you judge me

one angel falls to take my pain away
can you fake it
just for one more day
death takes its toll
no love left for living
celebration of the end
whose gonna be there to stand up for you

crucify yourself

switching tracks
the game driving me crazy
would you believe it
it could be true
you dont suppose im for real
misunderstood
self loathing
reality's birthday came true

uninvited again to my own death bed


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suffocation

most would say that a suffocating feeling
would be produced by being squashed in a small place
for a long time &
thus the metaphor would make sense 
when speaking of the city
where so many people live side beside &
on top of one another,
without a moment of silence to your day,
without a breath of the privacy
which comes when you move out to the burbs or the
countryside---
but a suffocation is bred by space as well,
when the city mouse makes their way out of the concrete jungle for 
whatever reason &
when the sounds go away &
the plethora of conveniences that come with a metropolitan area
drift away,
all in an exchange for
distance from everything & everyone,
where privacy is what reigns so heavy
that the physical embodiment of silence itself 
is thrust upon you
whether you like it or not---
and it can make the once socially active
cave in on themselves
and it can make the once boisterous & beautiful conversationalist 
close up forever,
as if their lips had been clamped shut with a lock,
with the key thrown out behind the house
into a still pond,
where it sinks so deep to the bottom,
never to be found.


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Autumn of life

Episodes of yearly autumn
bring back to mind
some realities pertinent to life -
the changing of colors and
falling of withered leaves;
similar to aging,
a metaphor of dying.

  The wind blows these leaves
  trees seem to be in tears,
  with no birds singing nor chirping
  like a scene in a graveland.

Death in the surface
silence across the land
others hidden in their abodes,
like a refuge against this season.

  As the sun hides its face
  darkness caves in elsewhere
  where many seem to be set
  to get home and be able to take a rest.

Oh, the autumn of life!
starts to unfold the how it feels
the beginning of the accumulated youth, 
energy and dynamism, so to speak,
of the years gone by.


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Eventually Understanding Life

While looking through a silent window pane
I watch the vast pounding frigid ocean
The immensity of the gray-white skies
Blanketing the muddled distant white-caps

I am reminded of my youthful past
My wish for fair winds and following seas
Eventually understanding life 
The ocean as a shifting metaphor  

A mariner plowing the churning drink 
Encounters never ending cycles of
Summer typhoons and sudden winter squalls
Returning for a time to smooth sailing

Our courses are set by an invisible hand 
Tacking us through the seas of fortune and famine


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Hanging your sins on jesus

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

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

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

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


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The place within the fire

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

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

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

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

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

she kicked me out
and i lit me room on fire

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

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

i walked into my room
bags already oputside on the curb

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

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


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Gullible God

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

But no one notices me

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

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

But no one notices me

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

But no one notices me

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

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

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

doesn't matter what i do

no one notices me


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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me 
Said you couldn’t rest 
So I lay in this casket with you 
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth 
Delusional I may be 
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion 
Is something we’d pay to see 
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be 
You or me, whom shall we grieve 
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed 
There are pertinent things I need you to do 
As we grow to be adults 
We simply do what needs to be done 
Across from the morgue 
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun 
Outside these walls of Berlin 
Suited individuals call for her sins 
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you 
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May 
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane 
A metaphor of my life lived in feign 
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end 
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath 
Your or me, whom shall we grieve? 
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter 
On and on through the years she brought her 
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars 
Precious jewels of mars 
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars 
For I will not be forgotten!!! 


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of an essence

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I never saw this coming
from the ground up
but what flights are timeless?
for what i felt I knew
but the clocks were all running
In that second of life lessons
The detection was cleverly misplaced
somewhere you left sometimes

Our bad luck was never ending
but we realised the seperation
would be our revelation
but the time was bomb of riddles
the hands of fate say hurry up and wait
And consider the truth behinf the haunted metaphor of what it means to be "them"
Somewhere you left me behind

Everybody wants after it
and I wanted it for me
the floods and fires
And all the warnings
trying not to drown or choke
trying not to burn or choke

The watch on my wrist
was naked and felt
It was going in endless circles
breaki9ng free of monotony
begging pleading in photoalbulms
no two people believe the sam thing
one of the twelve houses abandoned
somewhere you left me out on a line


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The place within the fire part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me
Said you couldn’t rest
So I lay in this casket with you
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth
Delusional I may be
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion
Is something we’d pay to see
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be
You or me, whom shall we grieve
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed
There are pertinent things I need you to do
As we grow to be adults
We simply do what needs to be done
Across from the morgue
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun
Outside these walls of Berlin
Suited individuals call for her sins
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane
A metaphor of my life lived in feign
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath
Your or me, whom shall we grieve?
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter
On and on through the years she brought her
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars
Precious jewels of mars
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars
For I will not be forgotten!!!