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Details | Free verse | |

Nightmares and Razor Blades

I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death, 
What does this all mean?
I start to cry,
I feel as if I might die.
Then I grab my blade, 
The tears come quicker.
My breath starts to quicken,
My grip on the blade makes my knuckles turn white.
In the mirror is where I see that my ivory skin is now blotchy and red.
I tell myself, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound 
As I sit up in bed and hold my wrist out in front of me. 
I count to three,
One, 
I put the blade to my wrist.
Two,
I start to add pressure.
Three,
I yank the blade across my skin,
It pierces and then I start to bleed.
I suddenly want it to stop, 
But there's no going back now. 
I wonder why it came to this,
I know nobody cares about me,
I know nobody is going to forget me.
Quietly I say, "I'm sorry."
But nobody is there,
No one will ever be.
I start to fade out of this world,
My addiction would finally be gone,
And so would I.
I was lost, 
Lost and angry. 
Suddenly, it was gone,
I woke up screaming.
The pain was oh-so real.


Details | Free verse | |

Only in a Different Life

Only in a Different Life

Looking through the window of a shop,
I see you with a woman.
She lifts long auburn hair
while you, who stand behind her,
are fastening a strand of pearls
around her slender neck.
I close my eyes envisioning. . .

I've opened them to you facing me,
and I'm the woman
with the red-brown locks!
You touch my cheek, and in your eyes
I read an urgent need.
You lead me to the door,
around the corner to an empty alley.
Our bodies press together.
In the chill of night,
I taste warm, wild kisses on my mouth.
"Darling, my darling," escapes my lips,
then suddenly my reverie is broken.

A passerby has stopped
to place a dollar in my cup.
Murmuring my thanks,
I gaze once more into the store where
diamond rings and necklaces glitter
like new snow beneath a winter moon.
The man whom I could know
only in a different life,
who stands inside the store
where I could never go,
takes his sweetheart's hand,
leads her past me
pretending not to see
a common homeless woman
who yearns for so much more
than mere necessities.

(One of my very first poems posted at Soup. All I can see are
congrats for being featured, so I don't believe it was ever in 
a contest!)


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Rhyme | |

I Used To Be a Dreamer

I used to be a dreamer Growing up within my mind, I was no heavy sleeper By creativity confined I used to be a hero One day, and then the next I could've been Jack Sparrow Prancing between the decks I used to live in a circus With carousels and flying cats, I'd muck about without a purpose All day out, with Mr. Tall Hat I used to be a rarity From anyone else, I was unique I used to live in fantasy Believed in fairy tales, even magic Today, I am another person As normal as they define Too scared to be uncommon Afraid to be left behind Today, I live in blunt reality A world of black and white, that outlaws every little oddity and punish them on sight I have been dead before, When they took my dreams away.


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince

I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.

Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.

Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.

No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.

Come my prince ,come  fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.

A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".

So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.

Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.

Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,

And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.

Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.

Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.

And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter

Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".

Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Free verse | |

Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Senryu | |

Tranquil Waters

Her dark eyes reflect
Tranquil waters beyond dusk
When she does not cry.


Details | Narrative | |

Beyond the sign

Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat." 
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.

This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.

Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.

Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.

Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.

He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.

So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.

If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.

Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.

If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dream, And Dream, And Dream

I'll Dream

. And Dream

. . And Dream

I'll dream until my soul awakes, And it's time for youth to part I'll dream until my passion breaks, And this child's abandoned heart I'll dream a lost and former friend, The innocence I've held to tight Before the colors blur, and blend, I'll dream of who I was tonight Before my tears drip down, and dry, I'll dream with colors pure and gold Before the innocence inside me dies, And childhood is hardened cold I'll dream as if absorbed in youth, Illusion moonlight show'ring light Blind to pain and awful truth, I'll dream of who I was tonight.
10/6/2011 "Dreams"


Details | Senryu | |

Violinist Composition

I hear the straw hum
stretched chords groan and snag my heart
leaving me composed.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Glutton

This's the world of dreams  and 
reveries
Where I think ev'ry that reels,
After a thousands times,
would as same beliefs things 
besought me,
Is it a mere dream? 


Details | Free verse | |

On The Bank Of Eden

On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.

And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel but sense,
Is something more than spring,
And held away by an arcane fence,
There stand the angelic flowers blossoming,
Whose sweet scents,
And colours really soothing,
I know are there,
There presence I can swear,
But I am barred to perceive,
More than as if in a monochromatic dream.

I see the colours,
And the lights,
But not enough bold are my sights,
To carry them across the door to my soul,
As they do not know,
Where the door is hidden,
Maybe in the very Eden.

Maybe below the long, green grass,
Made of emeralds' slivers,
Fore whose assuaging greenness my eyes crave.
Or maybe under those godly rivers,
Flowing into the oceans of light,
Maybe in the core of air, in flight,
The heavenly air, 
To breath in which, I long,
And to fill it with a freedom song,
To light candles of peace in its each layer.

The saintly air,
In which I dream to disperse,
Like prophetic words,
That can echo the divine call,
To open the doors to my soul.
I look at my Eden through the invisible wall,
Knowing, somehow, that one day,
The wall will be melted away,
By my tears,
Swept away,
By the breeze of my prayers.

I stand praying to be reunited,
With my breaths, my soul, my flight,
Gazing at the wonderful but distant sight,
With my heart heavy,
Corners of my eyes wet,
I pray that I may get,
And reach soon, what is mine,
Feeling to have heard,
A whisper from the divine,
That to reach it, I have been destined.


Details | Free verse | |

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Phantoms

Phantoms of all my lovely sins,
Who come to me at night;
Bring sad fingers of the rain,
To wash my dreams from sight.

They take away my eyes and ears,
Giving no more thought for sorrow;
For they have spent my future years,
In surviving for tomorrow.

My tears are falling with the rain,
Capricious and unholy;
Tapping at the window pane,
Running sad and slowly.

I have lived with all the beauty,
Of the churchyard's friendless flowers;
Let me this night find duty
In the phantom's moonlit bowers.

Every withered leaf shall fade,
When bright October passes;
And yet the day brings sun and shade
To sift through fragile grasses.

Phantoms of temptations heed,
My plea to be forgiving;
Don't you know that I have need,
To be dying with the living?


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The anomaly of irony.

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.

No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.

He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.

Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.


Details | Narrative | |

Chinese Scrolls

Poems from old and yellowed
Chinese scrolls make me sad,
make me sad: stored in shiny,
lacquered boxes of perfumed teak,
they crumble when unrolled.
And the hands that must have written
Chinese thoughts upon the rolls:
little, leathern, patient hands,
painting poems -- stroke and stroke
and careful, delicate stroke --
stopping, meanwhile, to twirl
a waxed mustache --
for someone else, a foreigner,
who cannot understand, to read,
mull over, and be sad.
And this when Chinese thoughts
are gone, and tiny, trembling
Chinese hands are dust.


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Kilted Warrior

He stands proud and strong, this kilted warrior
head held high against the unending pain
of a heart born out of sadness
for the loss of those who came before him
and thoughts of those who would
continue on when he himself was no more.
Proud men one and all
vows made, till surrendered in death
to defend that which
was their birthright, the very land
upon which he now stood.
The call to battle though long since silenced
came from within his very heart and soul
blood of the ancient ones raged in his veins
his sword by his side...shield upon his back
he stood ready to charge into battle
to do what was expected of him since birth
to fight as those before him fought
without fear, but with a strength
only a battle hardened warrior
knew and understood.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stairway to Heaven

I'll build a stairway to heavens gate,
Climb the spirals into the great divide.
There your name I'll defiantly state,
I'll wait until they let me come inside.

As I gallop along the streets of gold
Calling your precious name again,
Searching for your bear hug hold,
In my ears your voice a sweet refrain.

I'll search until your silver cloud I find
Until I hear your voice so deep.
Yet again I'll look into your face so kind
Searching for some words to keep.

For the days have been long and cold
Since you left and went away.
Warm embers of love to keep and hold,
Maybe they'll keep the grief at bay.


Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Epyllion | |

Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar 
and everything uncertain.

The night accelerated sounds of anticipation 
as a thousand strangers loomed
 
and I thought him to be a foreigner 
until he glanced twice 
as his smile slightly dropped
 astonishment plagued him

Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt 
betrayed by the numinous... 
that often guides my thoughts

He left with lady and child, to merge 
With a thousand anticipating strangers 
 and the northern lights sheltered me
  the explosions across the sky 
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation 
that unexpectedly emerged 

Then the night was briefly soundless; 
the applause prolonged 
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing, 

 through a thin pane of glass 
all I could yield was a smile, 

a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. 

Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, 
and the difference was indistinguishable.


Details | ABC | |

My Being

Clumsy days and hazy nights

Haunting and bring me tears

I should stop perturbing

Whilst my heart still whipping

Wrath of nature is just reflection

Of my fragments that created imprints

Within my being that stands steadfast 

Even in the darkest days of my existence.


Details | Epic | |

The Fallen Prince - part 2

Part 2.....

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".


Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden?
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Details | Free verse | |

Die alone and born again

The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.

Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.

The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.

Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.


Details | Free verse | |

My futile dreams


Women come and go in my dreams,
Young, not so young and quite young,
But the trouble is,
They are formless,
Tempting, enticing, seductive.
The dreams make it difficult,
To see their eyes, teeth and lips,
What colour is their skin,
What size is their bosom.
They look at me
With the alluring-eyes
But I know quite well
They are there with their guiles.
Still I try to reach them
With my arms to environ.
They try to stop me with tight fists
But ready to receive me inside.


Details | I do not know? | |

Living today

Where are the secrets, the faith and the passion?
Money and business are now in the fashion.

There is no romance, there is no love,
there are no bird songs in the skies above.
There is no green grass, and forests and flowers,
only shriveling deserts and pale fading colors.

Cables and wires are strangling us tight,
smog hides the stars, you can't see them at night.
There is much science, but not many wisdom,
too much revolutions, but not enough freedom.

Wise man, and prophets and heroes are vanishing,
everything good is perished and banishing.
Dragons, elfs, fairies are facing extinction
even kids don't want to read that old fiction.

Undiscovered lands are no longer remaining
from adventures and brave feats everyone is abstaining.
There is no justice and no human rights,
no satisfaction, only body delights.

Compassion and virtue are not common today
should be greedy and shameless if you want to stay.
There is no hope and no joy, you can find only sadness
in these poor human souls, lost in the madness.

God stays in darkness, forgotten and blind,
He's no longer able to control human mind.
There isn't much left you now could believe,
only in dreams you can find some relief.


Details | Rhyme | |

convo with my inner freak

me:
"you're the reason i have no freinds,
the thing i try to hide,
i lock you up inside my head,
and keep you inside"
jez:
"i am you and you must see,
the one you truly are,
not always who they think,
you still shine like a star,"
me:
"i miss the life 
you took from me,
the girl i was,
please leave me be."
jez:
"......"
me:
"i miss your voice,
within my head,
come back and stay,
don't leave instead"
jez:
"......"
me:
"ive lost you now,
my heart will fade,
you were my heart,
a mistake i've made."

somthing new for those who commented on all my other poems.
~hides and peeks out~ do you like it?


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


Details | Narrative | |

Quit That Tapping

like the raven 
who taps taps upon 
your chamber door
do not fret my Virginia
for it's my shadow
moving across the floor
this is what I'm telling you my darlin
and nothing more

beneath lattice
I still call your name
come to me virginia
come hear the tap tap 
upon your chamber door
for only you my love 
I surrender and never more

wind howls in blanket snows
here I stand so all alone
broken hearted and misconstrued
my Virginia who lies under stars and moon
just a tap tap upon your chambers door
tis I and nothing more

tales of hidas truth
blackbird sings harps cords
just like the tap tap upon your chambers door
my sweet Virgina whom I adore
for there'll be love waiting and nothing more

as I lay right next to you in this tomb
I counted only seven who have even knew
the times of this raven who 
tapped tapped upon your chambers door
twas only I and will be never more


Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe
And His Young Bride Virginia
Also To His Poem The Raven


Details | Romanticism | |

Love Letters To the Sky

         Walking on stars

                          Stepping stones of the skies

      I trace the memories of love afar

                              Old scents of sorrow arise

  
                                   ~~~


     Fill the hearts in with red

                         Flames of love spilling down my throat

      To my heart infects the black truth

                                 The ink of the love letters wrote


                                   ~~~

              Seek a different heart to reap

                                          To cure your self-faulty thereof

                   But as the silken layers keep peeling,

                                                              All we find is a cleft love.


Details | Haiku | |

Juxtaposition of Me and the Willow Tree

          Like the willow tree,
I'm of narrow, slender twigs.
                    Thin and sad- we are.


Details | Classicism | |

The Fall

then here,
idle now to some
small thought
i wander though
this timeless court
 
and drift beyond
what i have known
and see the weight
of pastures sown
 
discover i must
unknowing why
who i am
beneath the sky
 
i close my eyes
and feel the pull
of timeless days
I know the rule.
 
down down
to the depth
discover i
what is left
 
of what began
a simple boy
innocent full
of joy
 
down down
does this end
as i wash
in its decent
 
down down
and still it goes
back to where
a spring was sown
 
a fear grips
the torn grey heart
as it descends
to the start
 
will it stop
as still i fall
clawing at this
living wall
 
down down
out of sight
the noisome wind
the fading light
 
faster still
as i fall
dropped down
inside
a pit-stone wall
 
and slowly now
i reach the depths
of mind and soul
of what is left
 
the air is damp
i breath in deep
uneven bottom
beneath my feet.
 
and here i am


Details | I do not know? | |

WHY DONT YOU FIGHT ME

I know your temper flares
every time she gets you mad
You turn around and hit her
and I see her looking sad
 
I hear the yells and the screams
man why don't you just chill
She is your woman that you love
not someone that you wanna kill
 
She is the mother of your child
why do you treat her this way
She does what you tell her to do
and look at the price she pays
 
You get angry for no reason
you begin to break things
Call her names that she isn't
after she does everything
 
You use her as a punching bag
you don't care about her pain
She struggles all the time
and she goes insane
 
When I look at her
I see nothing but beauty
You say you are a man
why don't you fight me
 
She cries for you to stop
but you don't want to back down
You keep on beating on her
till she falls to the ground
 
She begs for forgiveness 
but that doesn't phase you
You continue to hurt her
till she's black and blue
 
I feel her pain every time I see her
and there isn't much I can do
But the love that I have for her
is more then true
 
I hear her tears and sense her pain
cant you be a man and let her be
Better yet step in my direction
why don't you fight me
 
Stop making her cry 
stop making her hurt
Leave her in peace
stop being a jerk
 
If you want to be a punk
and try to show your ass
Leave the woman alone
you have no class
 
Let her be and leave her alone
let her live in peace
She deserves better then you
she deserves to be pleased
 
But don't ever lay another hand on her
have some dignity
why don't you come in my direction
why don't you fight me


Details | Romanticism | |

Deep regrets

 As the temperature was still ordinary,
The regional wind blows away my mind,
The roses beside my grandma's house,
Bend over the comfortable, breeze air.

Nothing seems so painful for me before,
After noticing there  wasn't even a mirage
To appease my dire thirst of your love.
You were born to satisfy my faithful soul.

But, now a soulless body I am.
Without you around my patient arm
Is analogous to be killed imperceptibly.
The more i think, the more I'm falling!

I saw the brilliant sun rising at night,
The moon and the sparkled stars at the day.
The daytime turned out to be the night-time.
My world just turned upside down now.

You can take everything away from me,
Deep regrets might be all remained after.
But know that you cannot run away
With as much love as I got for you!


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


Details | Rhyme | |

The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


Details | Imagism | |

Once upon a time ago

I loved it when I seen you smile
It was a sight that was worthwhile
Your smile was so sweet
Whenever we would meet
 
I wondered why you were always happy to see me
I guess it was because I made you feel so free
You were in love with me for so long
I didn't know but I loved you too all along
 
I still don't understand why you never told me
Even when we were alone under your tree
You had so many chances to say it
Were you afraid of what would happen if you admit
 
I never thought you did cause you had a crush on my friend
Or did you only pretend
I was so stupid and blind
Whenever I thought of us together I thought I was going out of my mind
 
Once I told you how I felt
You said you felt the same and made my heart melt
Now you say you never really cared
Is it because I hurt you and now your scared
 
I think that it's more than just that
You say bad things about me to your friends whenever you all chat
Well you want to be that way then
Whatever boy cause this is The End


Details | Personification | |

The Swan in the Cemetary

The swan in the cemetery looked so out of place
in such a depressing location to see such a symbol of grace
a mystical message engraved on a level of hidden depth
a breath of fresh life, hidden amongst the death.
as i watched the swan pace between the gravestones with all the confusion it 
presents
in a place of such solitude, i chuckle at the irony the swan represents
but all  of a sudden the swan stops in its tracks.
looks up at the sky down at the ground and then over its shoulder as to look over 
its back
with an insinuation in its actions that portrays an essence of surprise
as it stops looking around and focuses on my eyes
which some how against my will has me rested on my knees
as the swan opens its beak but instead of a sqwauk a human voice pleas
a plea of forgiveness for all that its done
a plea to say goodbye to his wife and his son
but then the swan descends into the ground through a grave with not as much as 
a sqwauk
as i read the inscription on the stone i cry as i find it reads here lies hope


Details | I do not know? | |

A Love That Can Never Be

                    You stand before me proud and free
	At first I thought you were a fantasy.
	You're smile, your touch so real to me
	I need to know what you want of me.
	I try to understand
	Why you have come to this strange new land
	So out of place in this land today
	Yet I want you so to stay
	I feel you are a part of me
	I feel I need you here and you need me
	I hope and pray I can find a way
	To make you stay here in present day
	My brave warrior proud and free
	Take my hand and stay with me
	Together a whole new world we will see
	Let me give my heart and soul to thee
	But alas you are just a fantasy
	And a love that can never be


Details | Free verse | |

Me, Myself, and My Soul

As happy melodies hum,
Underneath, the sounds of sadness come,
Provoking all the sorrow and fear,
That all hearts are forced to hear,

Looking at the glowing mirror,
Seeing the reflection of “Myself”
Shadow less, I stand,
Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me”

Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself”
While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me”
That an eye no longer can see,
No sympathizing, no sympathy,

Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul,
Desolated from the incomprehensible world,
Surrounded by rhythms created by void,
That I hear “Myself” continuously sing,

My soul sees through “Me,”
Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround,
But “Myself” comes and interrupts,
My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt,

“Me,” someone that no longer lives,
Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself”
The person that took place,
The person living a life drenched with dimness,

“Me,” is gone,
“Me,” has disappeared into non existence,
My soul is surrounded by “Myself”
Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...


  


Details | I do not know? | |

silent friends

only pen and paper, in them i do confide,
all my innermost, to others i must hide.
pen understands. and laughs not at my pain.
paper lets me cry , without making me ashamed.
all that i could say and feelings expressed,
i cannot audibly, therefore must be suppressed, or
risk the sneer the frown and even ridicule,
the response that would belittle, i found to be so cruel.
pen takes the time to know all my fears and paper never fails
to take in all my tears


Details | Romanticism | |

Girl

Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, 

Now that I realize that you gone out of my 

life, girl I just can't stop writing poems 

about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to 

go insane all my days still look like rain, 

girl I go through so much pain, I don't know 

if I could remember my name, it feels like 

I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs 

are tired, because you run through my all 

the time, girl, over and over I think about 

you, now I hope you see how much I'm still 

in love with you.


Details | Free verse | |

After All

Tumble me through this nebulous
connection
so
I can
gently touch your fingertip
as you
reach
for November’s sky

Kindly
wrap me in winter wishes
    once upon an icy star
and
warm me with promised
nights of velvet
naked
 
Then
    blessedly
release me into the
night of snow
and lost


Details | Free verse | |

PAPER

I was like a piece of paper
I was smooth and crumple free
And then a man did pick me out
And scribbled over me.

And then when he had done his work
He took me in his hand
He crushed that piece of paper, me
I didn’t stand a chance

Then came a day that he did think
He wasn’t maybe done
He took that paper out the bin
And smoothed it out again.

He didn’t see the scribble there
And again he took his pen
He scribbled more and made a mess
And crumbled me again.

Some time did past and then one day
Another time was found
The man who picked it out this time
Was angry and astray

He took that piece of paper, me
And again it was smoothed out
He saw that there was scribble there
But didn’t take a count

I had some wine that split on me
I had some crackers too
I wasn’t what he want me be
And nearly tore in two

He wrote some angry words on me
And vented for release
And then I found me once again
Just thrown on a heap

Now I sit here mighty soiled
With lots of marks on me
And I don’t care just anymore
For those who don’t want me. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nightmare

Standing alone in the night Dark all around Something doesn't seem quite right I hear a sound Like a werewolf howl Coming from all around And the noise of an owl Piercing red eyes appear Lightning strikes from the sky Death is seeming rather near And I don't want to die Am I dreaming? I hope I'm dreaming? Nightmare Confronting everything that I fear Nightmare The seeming reality of everything I see and hear Down into the ground I fall Deep into the dark Evil says my name, I hear it call The devil's made his mark I run, through the endless cave Stumbling through to find there's no way out Everything is what I've gave I've given up, all I want to do is scream and shout Nightmare! This is everything I fear Nightmare! I think the end is coming near I hope I'm dreaming I wish I was dreaming But I know this is my fate Lucifer, he can't wait To take my soul away There's nothing more I can do or say Nightmare! Losing everything I ever cared for Nightmare! Losing myself even more Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare! What I never want Nightmare! My mind is does haunt It don't care What I fear Cause with it, it grows I'm hating everything it knows I wish it wasn't real Everything I see and feel But it's true And just like a Nightmare!


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Dark Beauty.

She so delicate of visage
Veiled in obscurity
Intangible appearances
Faceted in flowing black mists

Eyes buffering the vagueness lit
Piercing through shadow
Contained within
Turbulent metaphors of dusk

Tempting destiny uncontrolled
Splashing hot crimson 
Upon the life sparked cinders
Empathizing too late


Details | Ballad | |

A SUBSTITUTE FOR THIS LONELINESS

Another charming woman is
sharing with me what I used
to share with you without guilt,
even without a sad feeling or thought:
to find a substitute for this loneliness...
for  that deep void you left inside!

The cell phone always rang
at the end of the evening;
and I was so thrilled
to hear you at the other end:
to listen to the sweet words that were
able to turn an uncaring man
into a gentler and kinder one...
and I learned how to care!

Oh,how I long to hear that voice again,
and like a dream that needed litttle dreaming:
you came knocking on my door at dawn,
and I let you in without hesitating...
so earger to touch you like nobody could;
so impatient to invent a magical world!   

Another night is coming to haunt me mercilessly
with the beautiful memories and secrets 
of two close hearts loving endessly;
what other choice do I have...if not look away,
and tell myself that you don't exist in my thoughts...
to find a substitute for this loneliness?
    


Details | Rhyme | |

The Snowman

Encased in ice and frozen
So the world could not break through,
The beating of my bitter heart
Soon faint and thoughtless grew,

And from this frigid, frosty state
A life of snow was born,
So followed through my days was I
By my defence's spawn,

This snowman bore down on me,
Soon becoming my excuse
To withdraw from society,
A self-confessed recluse,

Every day I'd see him there and
He would stand in front of me,
A reminder of my shame and
Self-inflicted misery,

Nobody new could I let in
When chances came about,
For the snowman blocked their entrance
And forever shut them out,

So this fashion continued and
The years passed in a haze,
I was convinced this chill would stay
To curse me for all my days.

Then one day I saw the sunlight
Through the bolted window pane;
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound
And I was once more sane.

Gasping, I clasped my icy heart
Which had begun to thaw
And I collapsed, my mind starting to spin
Before emotions rushed to outpour,

Then the snowman's fury caught me
But I had now begun to weep
And the creature howled and fell,
Keeled over into a heap,

So hot tears came running forth
As I let them fall, and knelt
Over my silent snowman
Who gradually began to melt.

On and on I cried until at last
I had no more tears,
So I stood up and waded out of
The pool of all my fears.

As time went by the pool grew smaller
Until the water cleared,
Then my heart was warm as all
The frozen fright had disappeared.

Now my door is always open
To the good times and the bad,
And my heart holds no more frost or snow
For a creature to be clad.


Details | Name | |

The End Of Me

This night I can't see
The dark blinded my eyes
Try to struggle to escape
Trust nothing that are lies

Feeling the empty space
Awaiting for my wishing star
I walk through the darkness
Can't see where you are

Every step I take
Is a danger by seconds
Every Light I see
Is an Illusion that never ends

Opening my arms so wide
To feel the wind blow against me
But the wind turned to a storm
And was no longer breezy

Like another day I wake up
I stayed the same as I am
Wishing it will be a new day
Wishing my dreams will never end

I felt so hollow in my heart
Where only the mind speak to itself
Can't seem to know what happened
can't seem to know how I felt

I lowered my thoughts down
It is the pain brings me here
Too lost to be out there
I only trembled by fear

When I finally saw the Light
Wishing for myself to be free
I went into the portal of Light
Finally understood,
This is The End of Me


Details | I do not know? | |

As I Sit With Darkness

	As I sit here, not knowing what I fear most, myself or life.

	As I sit here not knowing if I'll ever be a normal person.

	As I sit here knowing people love me, but wanting to love them, but I 
	can't, because I can't even love myself.

	As I sit here knowing my love ones are suffering, because I'm 
suffering.

	As I sit here wishing I could be strong enough to over power what I 
	know is wrong and do right.

	As I sit here knowing that my name will be just a memory to people 
that 	know me and always think about the bad things I've done.

	As I sit here seeing darkness in everything I see.

	As I sit here not knowing if I see the world for what it really is or just
another miss guided person written off.

	As I sit here not knowing if my mind is just sick or just knows the truth.

	As I sit here I know that I sacrifice the happiness of loved ones for my 
thoughts.

	As I sit here I know I'm strong in one aspect. I will sit in darkness till 
it's my day to know the answers.

	As I sit here I'm sorry for my thoughts.


Details | Lyric | |

No One Knows

I am alone in darkness
No one knows how I feel everyday
I am unable to speak out
I don't know why I am feeling this way

My emotions linger around
My space is squeezing by you
I wish I could get out
I don't think I can make it through

The sky is turning black
And the sun is block by my fear
The stars started to fade
I am all by myself in here

Can't feel the things around
Too far from the surroundings
Try my best to stand up
Wishing upon anything

Lost, I am trying to find myself
But the darkness blinded me so much
What happened to my world
This world I am loosing my touch

No one knows how I suffer
No one can see through me
No one knows how I feel
While everybody out there
Is running free


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye

Her breathing was so even and calm,

Sleeping in that bed,

Her face once distorted with so much pain,

Now seems so soft and painless,

Looking closer to her face,

I think she’s kind of smiling,

Maybe she’s dreaming of when she was well,

Or maybe she’s dreaming of me, I can’t tell.

 

I remember summer evenings; we’d sit in the grass,

She’d tell me stories that I had never heard,

About people and places from the past,

She even shared her dreams with me,

And swore me never to tell,

That one day she would fly away,

And get out of what she called hell.

 

She never liked the place that we called home,

Always saying there was so much more,

But where I never saw, and always failed to ask,

I think she thought she wouldn’t have been sick,

If she hadn’t lived there,

But I know she would still be, 

No matter where she did dwell.

 

Sometimes I would feel sad,

Because I know my time with her would end,

That one day she would be so sick,

She wouldn’t get back out of bed,

I feel this time has come,

 

She’s been in bed a long time now,

Her skin has lost its tan,

She’s so white and fragile now,

I’m afraid I’ll break her if I touch her,

I was told even though she sleeps, she can still hear me,

So I tell her lots of tales,

And all my darkest secrets,

I swore her never to tell,

That I wish that she were well,

 

Lately everyone around has been so sad,

So many tears- I don’t understand,

Is she finally going away?

From this place that she called hell?

Is she finally going to be free from pain,

And actually fly away?

 

I’ll guess she may have already,

Maybe that’s why she smiled,

Maybe in her dreams,

She’s flying high in the sky,

 

Sleep now,

And I will do the same,

I know that when I open my eyes,

Yours won’t because your time has finally came.

 

I’ll miss you forever.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shunned

Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared to even breathe.
Like the feeling of knives unsheathe.
Sharp but not enough to cut.
Enough to scare like a door that immediately shut.
The hand raised to help you is a lie.
It is a hand that slaps you so you can die.
Rough around the edges.
Crawling in your dreams in ledges.
Powered to stay alive.
You feel people want you to take a dive.
Just stop, and fall down.
Hoping to break your mental crown.
Hiding a feeling that never feels real.
Like shaking hands with demons for a deal.
Blocked out, out of your own story.
Thinking that people are stealing your glory.
Ashamed with fear.
With eyes that are full of tear.
Lost in such hidden romance.
Luck has it seems to be a dance.
Moving around in your head.
With scary thoughts and dread.
Feels like you never leave.
So you feel so many that grieve.
In your mind that is lost.
Full of drama that holds you down in cost.
Keeping in the shadow.
You watch people so shallow.
Gut instinct says that life with them is a muse.
When your just standing your accuse.
Society is just so lame.
Like all the people that are in it your to blame.
Soloing life is a brief.
Walking away is some what a relief.
I dreamed of many things.
With beautiful sorrows of wings.
Wavered in a direction that leads no where.
Escaping everything by a hair.
Pointing into the sky.
And asking yourself why.
The cage is so big.
Just enough to put on a huge rig.
Moving back and fourth.
It feels that your life does not have a worth.
Caned by laws of laughter to deceive.
Shackled up to be bent to your will to receive.
When you hope to hope.
A person can just show you the rope.
They have such friendly hands.
Like the deserts of sands.
Dangerous it is to just keep walking in it.
Lost cannot find your way even a little bit.
Just seem like your heart feels dry.
Then you give up and give a sigh.
That moment that you do is just all a dream.
You are really in a ward you will scream.
Thrust upon you because you could not protect.
So what cost you is this effect.
Warping in to your mind to leave this place.
You feel full of disgrace.
With nothing to drink.
Causing your true self to think.
Grief is such a pain with sorrow to gain.
Looking out in your own rain.




Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Sijo | |

The Dancing Sijo Butterfly

The aching wings of the butterfly did quiver delicately.
How with such immortal beauty do you escape my grasp?
Alas my sordid fingers could never uphold such grace.


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


Details | Narrative | |

My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


Details | Sonnet | |

Loves deadly spell

Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life

Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never

a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"

Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?


Details | Bio | |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Details | Ballad | |

Little Black Horse

little black horse, I've seen you around
little black horse, destined to terrorize the town
little black horse, you've seemed to have caught a mare
little black horse, with your long shiny hair

little black horse, why drag that mare around
death so coupled to you that she's destined to drown
fate cruel to her, to make her love
her soul tarnished and beaten, no longer white, and as pure as a dove

little black horse, do you not care at all?
crest fallen and withering, she still heeds your call
little black horse, she will die at your hand
yet her presence to you, just a mere grain of sand 


Details | Lyric | |

The Creature inside of me

I want to act the way it wants me to
I fight hard not to this is true and if I let go it would come out like this
I would scream and hollar so loud to rid all my pain and sorrors
I would take revenge on all my yesterday's and tomorrows
I  would not laugh at a single thing that was good for the creature inside of me 
would not allow it 
I would throw my future away thinking about all the things that did not matter
I would turn my whole self inside out and the creature within would WIN without a 
doubt!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Poetic PRESCRIPTION:

                               NO REFILLS---Dr. P. Soupenstein
                               Rx *7563287      BEC 11/11/11      
Seems to me,
what you need 
for healing this condition...
is something real
you can feel
to ease this mean affliction

Patient please
accept from me
this poetry prescription:

      ( <_____PUSH & TURN_____> )

Take ONE positive poem
Read ORALLY 2 times BY MOUTH -----
Every 4-6 HOURS AS NEEDED for the pain 

Blues and belly aches will dissipate
resulting in healthy energy gains 

                  WARNING!!!
-Alcohol may intensify the effect of being drowsy 
attempting to read while operating machines... 
will cause you to drive lousy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Lyric | |

The Night Walk.

                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
===============================
The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Free verse | |

The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.


Details | Tyburn | |

I'm Going Nuts

<                                          insane
                                            constrain
                                            domain
                                            remain


                        asylum housing      -    insane   constrain
                        longing for rescue  -    domain   remain


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Free verse | |

Pearls

Nacreous trees
reach into goldenrod skies
autumn wheat hissing, envious!
Tassels of crown hang, lifeless.
Queen of a barren kingdom
where silver suns trek horizons, 
never in reach for the looking glass
to swallow, and reflect,
inside out.
Another sunrise sets
all as the pearl harvest eclipses behind,
the apple of her eye.


Details | Blank verse | |

Exiled on Earth

I am but a traveler, a visitor, observer;
Call me an alien, if that is your wish.
In truth, I am very much like you,
But I am exiled here, marooned.

I am not here for a crime of my own,
But rather so that I can watch and learn;
To observe humanity as it prospers and grows
To experience Earth and its sorrows and joys.

Your world is pleasant, yet here I feel lost.
How strange are your customs and lives!
That a minority flourish while many more die
And the ones with power turn a blind eye

To all of the suffering, torment, and death.
Does it take a stranger to notice these things?
To see that the greed and vice of mankind,
Leads up to war, and destruction soon follows.

How greatly I yearn to go home!
Where pain is no more and Death has no power
And everyone smiles because they are free
And evil and suffering are nothing but dreams.

I pine daily for the place I belong.
Yet the distractions of Earth are ruthless.
I fear now that they will entangle and blind me,
And my home will seem more like the dream.

Then I would be little more than human.
And I would no longer be me.

 


Details | Lyric | |

It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith K. Relf


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


Details | Blank verse | |

FOOTPRINTS UNDER MY WINDOW

Oft have I awoken in the fresh morning air When the sun has weaved Her rays of gold And opened the mist frozen petals with little pools For sweet bees to bathe in. Then have my eyes seen Littlest of the little footprints appear, As if from the melting mist – Little tiny impressions, so magical Beneath my window That greets the wide, wide world. I have lain long and late Oblivious to the creatures That have caused them to be there. But at times, when the icy winter wind Has lashed out steely currents on my face, I have heard them whisper – Sweet, soft, magical whispers – That have ridden on the cold night air And carried themselves to me, In vain my eyes have searched them Beneath mulberry and rose, Or some hidden path to fairy folk, A path to fairyland. In vain have I searched and asked young eyes Questions fancied from the thoughts of silken footprints. And all eyes, yes all Have laughed vaguely, sneeringly Some even sad and caught in a haze – Eyes that have told the sad tale Of a fairyland that exists no more. And yet have I seen them lie lifeless – Tinkling, shimmering, almost fading into the moonlight, That have melted from the mist, Enclosed in the Sun’s first golden threads, Fall softly – ever so silently – There, right where the window opens, Letting in the wind from beneath the mulberry And the breeze that lies nestled in oblivion Beneath the wild, wild, rose.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

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


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Oh My God That's So Sad

<       Hands and feet nailed
         face so pale now
         tears hale down cheeks


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Elegy | |

On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


Details | Free verse | |

The Justice of the Crossroads

They've hung on him a For sale tag
He's wearing a stale old plastic bag
And the rest of him is in rags
The whole world passes by him
Stops and stares, or points at whim
Mad Marley stands there everyday 
Without  a job without the pay
He knew no place but where he stood 
On that busy trafficked crossing road
He was waiting for something to happen there
Perhaps the justice that the judges couldn't spare
Of some  long forgotten clash of cars 
That had claimed his life and all its hours
So there he stood all the time
As the crowd of cars grew in line
Then one day, a day like any other 
He saw a car hit another
And out fell a man, the man with the scar
Who had killed his wife and children with his car
A drop of blood trickled down the man's nose
Mirroring Mad Marley's teardrops as he rose
He removed his for sale tag and plastic bag
Took out the bullet that, for these 18 years he had, had
And the rusted barrel of the gun
He had sworn he would use to avenge his son

Mad Marley fell on the pavement alone and dead
With the bullet lodged inside his head


Details | Monoku | |

Unseen Beginnings

Death is not the end, but a start of new life


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Narrative | |

My Last Week

If I had only a week yet to live in this mortal world,
I would first gather my family together and say my last goodbyes.
Then I would travel to Washington D. C.
and visit the Vietnam Memorial Wall,
to shed the tears I have never cried.
While there I would go to Arlington Cemetery,
to give a final salute to the boys who died so young.
I’d hail a cab to take me to the airport to catch a plane
and fly to California and piss on Nixon’s grave,
for him stabbing those of us in the back who served in harm’s way
while we were under his command.
He has to have been one of the sorriest creatures
to have ever walked upright on two limbs.
After bailing myself out of jail, I would board a train to San Francisco
and hope and pray that the whole damn city and all of its inhabitants
would fall into the deep blue sea for the way they treated the boys and me
when we traveled through there on our way to Vietnam
and then again when we came back home.
I would take a rental car and drive to the Grand Canyon,
to view the awesome splendor of God’s magnificent handiwork
He has wrought upon this old spinning sphere we call earth.
Then I would be off to the nearest airport to hop a plane,
and jet off to Rome where I would light an industrial strength candle
in Mother Teresa’s honor to thank her for all of the souls she saved.
Then I would gladly return home to die the death
I should have died when I was young.
Afterwards, my soul would slip off into the pit of hell,
and I would kick the devil’s sorry ass;
because I’m still regular army even after all of these years,
meaner than hell, tougher than nails.
Life’s an uphill battle and then you die,
but it’s a wild, wild ride. It’s one hell of a ride!


Details | Narrative | |

Silence, Nested In The Sand

Coming apon, a large desert rock.
Along side, a smaller white rock, 
so I thought. A sun bleached skull, 
nested in the sand. Silence, with
a gentle desert breeze moving my 
many unanswerd thoughts; quickly
race threw my mind. This O'l skull,
once riddled before with dream's,
stolen memories, for ever gone!
A wide open jaw; Imagining, this
poor O'l soul screaming from the 
other side, but never heard. So
I walked away, and wisperd a few
words: Rest now, youv'e been found!

03/07/14   Written By, Larry Berdoo
                         WRITE ON!

                                     

           


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | I do not know? | |

New York Rodeo

No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means

The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose


They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys


Details | Free verse | |

The plot of the sick life movie

recap from my chest 
reopened from your cold
attack the memories hurt 
the worst scars left on my
brain it just seems to rain
nothing but horrible failure
on the one who plays me 
in this sick life movie and 
the harsh reality of together
forever means for now 
the lights dim and cut!


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Personification | |

Drawn in Harmony

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines. 
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next 
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm. 
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins 
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce 
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore. 

At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's 
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't 
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the 
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost 
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about 
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and 
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking 
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when 
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the 
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man, 
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going. 
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open 
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went 
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration 
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this 
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of 
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures, 
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air. 
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned? 
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


Details | I do not know? | |

Surrender

Tears of sorrow flow as rivers from my eyes
while I put my pens and pencils away
to never to grace a page again
small cardboard box their final place of rest.

Why such sadness, I know not
maybe it is saying goodbye to a friend,
one who understood me so fully 
let me crawl around inside myself.

Quite possibly this was only beginning 
knowing this elusive person within
with desire to learn so much more
now, I suppose, I will never know.

Pencils are stowed and left to grow old
wooden shafts left to age into dry mottled dust
and pens’ indigo liquid destined to vanish
leaving only an empty plastic shell.

With only these remnants left to remind 
of thoughts and emotions once scribed
now evoke within me a dark depressing thought
of words I might have penned.

Aged and grey some distant day to come
in my favorite chair, a rocker, I sit
staring vacantly through cataract coated eyes
thinking of what things might have been.

Many a responsibility have I neglected
while traveling within my mind
give cause for your final sentence of death
unfair since you merely exist that is all.

So now I must grow-up once more 
youthfulness again lost to reason and logic
bliss of carefree imagination is gone
fading in clarity to a distant rare thought.

Now the small coffin is cradled in my arms
destined for fiery and complete destruction
I ponder consequences of the acts to follow
as a question of fidelity comes to mind.

I do not aspire to arrogant fame and fortune
only seek to escape my own worldly bonds
these some-day artifacts of this life past
have been forever faithful to me.

Now to my desk I return the small box
carefully filled with priceless treasure
pens and pencils returned to their niche
never to stray long from my hand.

From this moment forth, I do profess
this gift bestowed not to be squandered
for anyone endowed with even a token of skill
mortally wounds their soul if suppressed.

(Edited and retitled from a previously submitted poem)


Details | Ballad | |

Always Remember Tooth Paste

Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.


Details | Free verse | |

Dance in the Rain

There you go again crying in the rain.
You pour your heart out and your tears
fall like raindrops from heaven.
You turn away from this world and
contented yourself with isolation.

The rain became your refuge,
your only friend.

If only you have looked back.

I was there crying with you in the rain,
the sole witness of the tears you have shed.
The one who's dying to reach you within
those walls you have built around you.

There I go again running in the rain.
For this heart constantly cries and goes to
the past that was us,
And memories became my only friend in isolation.

The rain hid my tears,
And I pretended to enjoy the droplets hitting my face.

If only you have reached for my hand.

I was just there patiently waiting,
For you to see, to feel
that I'm crying for us.

But then,
the rain may have been too loud,
for you to hear the sound of my tears
falling in the ground.


Details | Rhyme | |

I aked God, and He answered

As I knelt in prayer the other night, I asked God….
“Why is there so much suffering in the world?”
I believe He answered me and said…

Free will is a fact of life. It can bring you joy or sometimes strife. It’s up to you to make the choice, But if you pray, you’ll hear my voice. I can’t explain, my dear, He said, as I knelt beside my bed. Our lives are NOT a matter of fate. You may CHOOSE hell or the pearly gates. Now my dear, rest your head, And tuck yourself inside your bed. Have no worries, have no fear. Just simply know that I am here! Michelle D. ©6/15/06


Details | Free verse | |

Welcome Pluto

I’ve no knack for hasty hesitance
In truth, I positively press-
Do you realize how aligned the planets are?
How the stars—they shine brighter,
Yes, I know it to be so!

Why do you think my pupils enlarge at the sight of you?
Can it be that when I look into your eyes, 
That I know,
I know it to be so!
That the planets have aligned long ago

And they welcomed Pluto into their family again
Kiss me, hold me tight! 
Don’t let the moon-dust frighten you…
I carry them on my back, you see
The remnants of the guardian’s tears
They dispel my hallowed hesitancy

You orbit around me
A wasp, tempted by sweet, supple bloom
And my shady colors have beckoned all but one
If it is your sting I will receive, 
Then give it all, Sun! 

For many a time have I been welcomed to spheres no longer categorized as the norm
Still I find the farther I go, the warmer I become
Pluto, take your eyes out of dreamland
Kiss me, hold me tight! 
Be my moon shining in your dim-admired light

Posh are your assumptions, oh privileged planet
Welcomed to your family, I took mystery for granted
And pressed hard on my hesitancy to accept

Into pupil-filled eyes that have long since….
Wept


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Angel

FOREVER ANGEL.

Right?

There is always an angel there by your side at all times. 

Even if you don't see or hear the angel, its always there.
 
Their there for you when things get tough. Right there by your side with an arm around your 
sholder.

                           (God didn't promise that life would be easy.
       But he did promise that he will be by your side every step of the way.)

 If you just think about this when you're alone, you'll relize that you not alone.
                
 
*please comment if you like or just have a thought. (or fav poem if you like*                       

                                   -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

I'M A BIG GIRL NOW

                              Wher's my daddy?Have I done something wrong?
                              But I'll be good ,if he just comes  home
                              And I will stand so proud and say,
                              I'm a big girl now daddy I wont get in your way
                               I  wont be mean any more ,wont kick and scream;
                              Or fall to the floor,Iwont whine or fuss and get you upset 
                              I'm abig girl now daddy ,you'll be surprised I bet;
                               I can sit quietly while at play,daddy I promise ;
                               I wont get in your way;
                               If you come home,I'll be at my best
                              Am I big enough to make such a request?
                              Mommy said that you're up in Heaven
                             'Cause your name was oneof them given,
                              But if you told Jesus,that you couldnt stay;
                              And I'd ask for you back at night when I pray,
                              Then back to our house you will arrive-!
                               See mama, I told you my daddy was alive.


Details | Ballad | |

Zanaku, grey wolf.

He walks at night,
It sleeps by day,
Basking in the moonlight,
Or so they say,
With the form of a wolf,
And the soul of a man,
With a tale that can move,
And a mind that can plan,
With a coat of gray hair,
And eyes always crying,
People seem to care,
People are always lying,
He howls at the moon,
So desolate and sad,
Good times go too soon,
As did all that he had,
Living in the woods,
So far from redemption,
Plagued by dark thoughts,
Too many to mention,
The gray wolf walks alone,
Carrying his past,
All that he called his own,
Found it hard to last,
Staring at the clouds,
And standing in their rain,
Find no relief from his constant pain,
Such a doleful look,
Calls on the heart to bleed,
Life gave and then it took,
All that he came to need,
So he rises to go,
Lonely, though no one cares,
As if they didn't know,
Lone wolves don't come in pairs.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Phoenix In The Wind

Phoenix In The Wind
My dreams have died
Now I bow my head to sigh

Night is when I cry
Day is my rebuilding time

Too young to die
Too old to ask why

Now’s my time to fly
That’s why I have to try

I’m a phoenix in the wind
Flying towards the setting sun
To escape my sins




Details | Romanticism | |

Asphyxiation

        As the golden rays of sunlight creep into my bedroom window,
I hold my tears back, yearning for just a few more hours to hold you.
	Time has grown to be my nemesis, my curse,
For I realize that when the sun ascends into the heavens, I descend into the pits of hell. 
	As I give in to your embrace and caress your tender caramel skin,
I dream of time coming to a standstill, where eternity is our safe haven.
	For now though I must press my lips against yours and say my farewells,
Slowly walking away, gazing back as you depart, I begin to call out to you. 
	Don’t abandon me, let us travel the world, and discover things
 We never dreamed of, and grow old together.
	However you can’t hear me say these absurd things, and I begin to asphyxiate,
I lust for the sensation of your touch, and I yearn for the echo of your voice.
	Patience, I tell myself, in due time we will be as we should,
And when that time comes we shall watch the sun rise every morning and I will breathe
effortlessly.


Details | Monorhyme | |

As I Lay At The Streets...

I closed my eyes and slipped into the world.
Where the valley was green and the sun rays gold.
As I walked the grass my feet felt cold;
My heart felt a warmth unseen, untold.

I walked to the stream and wondered why,
The real world was uglier, as i watched the birds fly.
Why a murderer would kill, why a lover betray?
Why a soldier joined battles, but his family would stay?

Why a man could discriminate black and white?
Why the world could never overcome the selfish-tide?
Why could I find pleasure in only my dream place?
Why contentment touched, only the ocean's surface?

I turned exhausted and began to gasp for air,
I could feel the darkness come, which was never there.
I knew from within that this world would be gone;
When I am back awake, my clothes will still be torn...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Free verse | |

Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


Details | Free verse | |

My Mama

My Mama she trips out in the moon light
when I’m safely tucked up in bed
she dresses to wow her audience
but I know not of her occupation
when I ask I am greeted by silence
and then “You will understand when you grow up”

My Mama she returns at break of day
before the curtains begin to twitch or draw
she’ll come in exhausted and fix my breakfast
then checking in on me she’ll wake me for school
before she goes off to bed – she’ll see me later
to ask about my day and play

A Mamas kiss, a smile, a hug, warmth, food and a roof
Yet when we go out together people turn 
to talk to one another, quietly nodding
Funny looks are cast our way and yet not one shall speak to us
Aged nine in school I find out why 
when another child will laugh

“Ya Mama works the streets
lies on her back, watches the sky – to feed ya
-Tis what my Ma said”
It makes me cry
I love my Mama
but this shame hurts

I want to die…


Details | Rhyme | |

Free Bird

<                             "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing
                 "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes
                       Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring
                            For she earned her wings and is now free to fly 



Entry For 
Carolyn Devonshire's
 Perception Of Heaven's Contest
G.L. All



RIP Mama
{1934-2005}


Details | Free verse | |

Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


Details | I do not know? | |

You're my EVERYTHING

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts (fav poem if you like)*
                                                  
                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | I do not know? | |

Did you know

I have thought your name a thousands times
But it have never crossed my lips

I know your curves as if I have hugged you countless times
But never have I touched you

I have known you for several years by now
But never have I met you

I know what you like and dislike
But never have you told me

I want to be the one by your side
But that won't ever happen

Because 
I know this is real life
And you do not even know I exist.


Details | Narrative | |

SOUNDS

                 




              Morning came as whispers in my ear slowly says echoing I love you
  The embrace and let go of the warmth of the sun and sheet move it was a cue
         The voice echoing that whispers in my ears again says do you hear that?
                 The gurgle of the coffee, and the smell of caffeine in the air sat
             A determine voice still echoing says it is time for you to get up my love
                         As I open my eyes I look outside as I see one dove 
              Cooing me, and it's bright white feathers has gotten my attention
     As I looked around my dream of my love disappears as it put me into depression
                  A sadness crackled into my heart, and a discerning look came to
            I wake up every morning hearing her voice in the summer morning dew


Details | Haiku | |

Friggatriskaidekaphobia

Thirteen has landed
on the advent of weekend...
Spare me from the curse!


Details | I do not know? | |

Senorita Sorrow ( Spanish Rain )

Any teardrops that I can borrow?
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
 
Senorita Sorrow
Can you run away with me tomorrow?
We can chase our dreams around
And make love
And start wars
In those Spanish eyes of yours
In those big brown Spanish eyes
of yours
 
You have never lived
It's very hard to explain
I got lost in Senorita Sorrow
somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain
somewhere in her Spanish eyes
somewhere in the Spanish rain
 
We had the time of our lives
But she cried there on the train
She couldn't hold back the pain
She knew there was no tomorrow
My Sweet Senorita Sorrow
As she stepped out into the 
Mid-September Spanish Rain





Details | Free verse | |

You Are Rich

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Fog

Remember when it hovered there,
Skimming the brutal ground?
A translucent veil - Never blocking the sun, 
But softening its glow. 
It parted when we passed, 
Mist retreating to our little sides. 
We pretended we were spirits 
Lost in the places spirits go -
Wading through the heavens,
Worlds deep in tangled fantasy.
Until reality eroded our game, 
Melting the clouds away. 
But I was never sad - no, 
Never sad when it cleared,
For it revealed majestic Autumn -
Quietly perfect, much like you.
And every year I wade through fog,
Tears falling with the leaves,
And think of you.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Mindless

I am mindless, my mind is
Somewhere out there
But I ca't find it! I'm blinded
By the day to day struggling,
Just when I think I am out, I fall back in,
The hustle and bustle
The check stretching every week tussle,
Am I crazy or maybe,
I cannot afford to pay the time it takes to make me lazy
I have become the brother of sane,
Operating on cruise control every day just the same
Infected by a contagious strain,
Monotonous zombie I am with no functional brain
A modern age slave with the ability to change.
I'm mindless! 


Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



Details | Blank verse | |

Visit My Grave

When I die,
 I know 
You will not show up in my funeral.
 But
 Whenever you miss me, 
Please take out my written journal.

 When I die,
 Perhaps 
You experience some grief.
 That is why I will leave you 
My poems,
 Perhaps 
They will give you some relieve.

 After me,
 Please keep your smile,
 Please be the same.
 If you ever forget my love,
 Please remember my name.

 I know 
You will not be in my funeral,
 Perhaps 
You will say "who cares."
 But
 In a corner of your room,
 Perhaps 
Quietly
 You will shed some tears.

 Don't feel guilty,
 For the times You hurt me,
 I have already forgave you.
 Please do the same for me,
 For the times 
I have bothered you. 

Whenever you feel down, 
Thinking the life is so tough.
 Don't forget,
 For you,
 My dead heart is still full of love.

 When I die,
 Please 
Don't cry, please be brave.
 I know you will not come to my funeral,
 But, please visit my grave. 


Details | Free verse | |

AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories,best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom,and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs,of what their parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here would just add to the scar.


Details | Rhyme | |

............

I'm not the woman for your silent happiness! And you already know............. Some preacher damned me and i'm crucified, black crows are digging in my soul. I know your anger,i'm the sacrifice so take a charcoal from my heart and draw me naked on our bedroom's wall than throw your knife and cut me deeper 'cause i won't breathe for you no more!


Details | Free verse | |

I Never Knew

I never knew that you loved me so, 
you never really let me know.  You
always tried to pretend that you were my
love until the end. 

Then one day when you confess to me,
that all I was in your sight was a tiny
little pea.  That you know how much damage
these words did to me.

I never knew you thought so less of me
and now, I know this is the way it will be.
You never told me not once before that 
you were planning on walking out that door.

I never knew you had all these feelings and
emotions about me inside of you, they are
so terrible until I am really afraid of you.
Is this something you planned to do?

I never knew a person can pretend so well
and all along was nothing but hell.  You made
me think that I was alright with you and there
were nothing going wrong because you were
true.  

All of this has been corrupt, now I got a taste
from your bitter cup and it is enough.  Now
my love I never knew that you were the one
I loved so much and yet in still you caused
me so much pain and hurt.


Details | Personification | |

Barnabas Collins




They visit me here though they think me dead They all think me a long time gone The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there No one out there now to steal from me this time in here Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin My fateful resting place is one more time again safe No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 July 22, 2010


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | Rhyme | |

Arrested Fantasy

                                         I’ve etched my life in shades of cream,
                                           Colour a luxury found only in dream.
                                             To live my life in black and white
                                        Will choke my soul with endless night.

                                             I’ve dreamt of spicy golden suns
                                                                  Igniting
                                                              radiant fires;
                                                           Of silver moons
                                                                 Hushing
                                                              starry choirs.

                                          I’ve dreamt of sweet emerald jungles
                                                                Meditating
                                                            portraits green;
                                                       Of dark violet storms
                                                              Thundering
                                                             music mean.

                                              I’ve dreamt of sour amber deserts
                                                                 Burning
                                                           coral red skin;
                                                     Of  tanzanite glaciers
                                                                 Freezing
                                                         diamonds therein.


                                   But colourless passion sequesters my heart,
                                     My lustrous pomegranate crumbles apart.
                                               Classic ivory saturates my eye
                                         Fantasy arrested and charged with a lie.


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

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


Details | Free verse | |

In The Landscape Of Cantaloupes

It learns while you learn
In the impossible dream of a mind on top of a tongue,
The landscape of cantaloupes
In the summer-fall.

The birds watch clamming towards barn sales.

My mother was a banjo up until the age of nine.
My father took the goat and sailed to a planet northward
When he was five.

When he was five,
When he was five,
When he was my age at the age of five and I became lonely
And felt much like now.

Yes I have,
I have written this poem many in anothertimesandnother.


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Chastushka | |

Chastushka with balalaika and nagaika

Sweet  horizon ,don`t lock , don`t taste the pale bitter moon !
I`ll whip my Fancy`s Fairy with your whip-nagaika:
Incense times of vanity unscrewing a camphor afternoon. ..
Let`s live together in poem,with  our balalaika !


Details | I do not know? | |

My Keyboard

   I hit the "delete" key on my keyboard,
but the fool key's not working.
Things are still going haywire
and now the goonies are smirking.
   I tried pressing "escape" key,
but crazy things still take place.
There are still events far too nutty
likewise with life's hectic pace.
   I tried pressing "control" next,
but the situations really got bad.
That guy chaos soon took over.
I grew more dejected and sad.
   My next choice was "back space",
but it too did little good.
I thought if that key didn't function,
then no other key would.
   Until I tried "ALt" and "enter"
then for the better things changed.
Life began to"shift" in my favor,
and everything rearranged.
   I've learned valuable lessons
at my keyborard today.
There is no escaping my keyboard
when my life goes astray.


Details | Free verse | |

TEARS

Tears, silly tears,
Tears, gullible tears,
They have no color
They have no feelings
They have no emotions
Come joy or sorrow
They flow out
From their eye-burrows
Like saline rivers 
Towards unseen sweet water oceans
And dry up on barren cheek deserts

Tears, silly tears!


Details | Lyric | |

Sweet Seduction

[Verse 1]

My blood is ice inside your veins
Crawling underneath my skin
The price we pay to earn that name
The battle that we never win
Falling faster far below
Further into darkest depths
The kiss of death that you bestow
The poison that is on your…lips

[Chorus]

Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Sweet seduction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

[Verse 2-change]

Your thoughts they plant a grave in me
Like missiles shooting through the skies
The pain you watch but never see
Crystals falling from my eyes
Your words they feel like razor blades
Your touch like acid on the skin
Your love this agonizing pain
The battle that I’ll never…win

[Chorus]

[Breakthrough]
Swallowed up by
Sounds of screaming
Asking questions
Without meaning
Fall away…
FADE AWAY!!!!

[Chorus]
Sweet seduction
Drug addiction
Words that only he can mend
Your destruction
My affliction
Rise to only meet the end

The end…


Details | Free verse | |

Me My soulmate

I , i in a blue sea
In the sea i am flying
Sometimes on sky i am swimming 
Down on earth i am in dark 
In a cave i am searching for light 
In the noise i am searching for silence 
Then i go to forest 
Under a tree i find myself 
I look in my eyes , the eyes which are full of fear
I look at my lips with a smile.
I touch my face 
When i touch my face 
Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder 
When i turn around, its an other me standing infront of me
When i see my eyes , in my eyes i see strength 
But in my hands i see blood
When i see the blood
Everything fade in black
I am on sky with a white wolf staring at me
In wolf's eyes i find myself 
I follow the wolf
Everything fade in white
I find myself in a room 
I am on my bed nothing around
So calm it is 
I am too alone
I thought it was a dream
But when i look at my hands
I find the blood 
In my dream i met the reality
I met different faces of me..
The reality which i am hiding inside
Hiding me, me as my soulmate...


Details | Epigram | |

A STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Pastoral | |

Death To Sin




       ------

God accepts' us all
Even the little baby child
He cast thee of robber's
And scourges'
     For them,
Life is just not worth
          Living
Life is not forgiving
      ------
But, He will always'
Transverse the Earth
      -Of-
Decitful feast
      Of wonder
The very which thing
That which puts' man
    All asunder
Leaving me to wander
      ------
And threw His day of
   Reap and plunder
The scourge of the earth
    Doth' not wonder
            -Fore-
All that's left for him 
          Is nothing
All of His empty
    Forgiveness
Tis there by renderded
As sin' is to be no-more
        For-ever and more...
              AMEN

                GF


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadows

Deafening silence,
Roaring whispers,
Just within earshot.
Telling stories,
Asking questions,
About what is and is not.
Frantically jumping, 
Back and forth,
Looking for answers.
Feeling surrounded,
Feeling scared,
Stuck in a circle of shadows.
Darkness sunk,
Within the cracks,
No sign of hope.
Needing to break,
Wanting to scream,
Find some way to cope.
Aspirations, 
Exceeding the limit,
The cracks spread farther apart,
And all is lost,
In the shadows of the unknown.


Details | Rhyme | |

Together Forever

There once was a girl and a guy
their love was more than love.
But their love was soon to part,
in minutes they would be together 
only at heart.

She lies in her bed waiting to die,
as he sits, he thinks in his head,
"I wish I was dead"
"There is nothing more that I would love,
then to go with you into heaven above"
He thinks to himself
"If only there was a way,
a way to keep you in my arms for another day"

He turns to her and says,
" I'll love you forever and when you die,
I can do nothing but cry"
She lifts her head from her dying bed and whispers to him,
"I love you with all of my heart"
She held his hand to say goodbye.
He looked into her eyes and saw her try,
try to hang on to what was already gone.
He held her hand and felt her pulse drop,
but before anyone knew what had happened,
they both were gone.

Together at heart, we will never part.
Forever and ever, we will be together.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lost in the Mirror

am I

alive
as
alive

are you

somewhere
there
as
there
somewhere

am I

happily
laughing
as
laughing
happily

are you

joyfully
delighted
as
delighted
joyfully

am I

dreaming
as
dreaming

are you

corporeal
as
corporeal

am I

mournfully
crying
as
crying
mournfully

are you

torn
as
torn

am I

suffering
as
suffering

are you

silent
as
silent

am I

forever
lost
as
lost
forever

are you

nowhere
as
nowhere

am I

dead
as
dead

are you


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Free verse | |

Soulless

his eyes tell me he loves me
yet he can never seem to utter the words
but I know

his fingers lace through mine so intricately
yet the warmth they emanate feels cold
because I know

his body conforms to mine perfectly as we make love
yet his heart is nowhere near
for I know his true intentions

his angelic lips make my heart skip a beat
yet they never meet mine
because, then, he will know that I know

he does not love me fully
he lacks a beating heart
he is missing a conscience clear of meteor-like holes
and he neglects to care as much as he truly wishes he could

because I know
he is not human, though not a monster
his is not a man, though nothing short of a gentleman
he is here for a purpose that only I understand
and he sees my awareness

my beautiful, soulless, immortal

I live for you


Details | Free verse | |

The Rat Race

As a child, I had much to do
Crushed it, when I tried to grew
Participant of the Rat Race, I am
Suddenly everything was scattered away

Now when I try to think of you
And calculate what went wrong
Where was my mind that day?
Why everything went so wrong?

After endless struggle, when I dream
Those equations , cry and scream
My demand curve went wrong way
And that was the end of everything 

The sweet little Tom & Jerry
still playing with no worries
Then my mind cries and says
those days are so far away

Every-time when I think of it
I think as I'm a liar and cheat
After this endless bargaining 
Life ends here.... Screaming


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Schizophrenia's Curse

My faith is a source of comfort
In the turbulent storm that has become my life
After all, God has graced me with special powers
But when it comes to my personal anguish, his ways are unknowable
I have managed to estrange almost everyone

Personal relationships collapse around me
But there is a man who loves me, somewhere across the world
Even though he claims he's never been interested
The poems he writes under a woman's name
Tell me all I need to tell myself is true

And I resent that he pretends I am an intrusion
While whispering the words of his true soul, elsewhere
If only his friends that call me crazy knew!
They would be humbled, to say I should be the one ashamed
And realize that they are the stalkers, not me

It cannot possibly be that those poems are actually written by the woman
It hurts, when people call me mentally ill
God cured my sickness, years ago
And has retained my prophetic abilities
Despite my repeated lies

No, I still have my gift
Which means that God has forgiven
He saw it as a tool for survival
In the rift of challenges from people who feign disinterest
But who carry me on in their heart

I will be your salvation
Please don't see my promises of eternal love as a threat
As a matter of fact, I'm growing impatient with you
Why do you keep lying about who you are and your feelings for me?
Why are you embarrassing me like this?

I contacted your work to tell them you were a liar
I put your address out, with threats to tell your wife
I knew it would draw you nearer to me
Because I am helping you get over your illness
You can pray it away, like I did.

That "friend" of yours is the devil in disguise
She will eat away at your soul
I cannot believe you let her say these horrible things to me!
It's so obvious that she wants to be with you
Even though she keeps telling me you are happily married

Wow, you are really starting to enrage me
With your insistence that you are not in love with me
And lying to fool a few people that you do not share my faith
You don't respond properly to threats of hell
But that is where you will end up, if you keep this company

I refuse to accept you for what you say you are
It's okay - I know the truth
And I love the real you unconditionally
People sickly claim that I cannot understand love
Now stop ignoring me, you monster!

Why are men so hard to understand
How can someone of faith be so blasphemous
I am your angel of light, your lamp
And you shut the door in my face
I will haunt you, for the rest of your life


Details | Lyric | |

Lunar Love

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


Details | Lyric | |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty


Details | Verse | |

Unconscious

unconscious he lies
near playground laden with snow
struck by fallen branch  


    The first blizzard of the season lasted a day and a half! Snow is piled up three feet high and schools and offices are closed. The power lines are down due to high winds and ice- not unusual here on the east coast this time of year. Snow drifts hug the window panes and tiny faces peer through, eager to go outdoors. They're excited to see the first major snow fall. All they see is the beauty. They could not know how deceptive it is.  I, along with the neighbors spend the afternoon cleaning cars; clearing walkways of snow and ice, along with fallen branches. Later the kids bring out their sleds which they’d already taken out of storage and  loud screeching and laughter ensue. I'm keeping busy helping to build snowmen and dodging snowballs then slowly, my anxiety begins to fade like the high winds that deposit these fantasy gardens. However, that was only temporary. Time for a while seems to past swiftly for me; still,Jim hasn’t returned home nor has he called.  Calls to his cell phone are unanswered.  No one has heard from him. Friends suggest he must be taking the back roads.  They head out to search, while I can do is pace, make hot chocolate and call to hospitals
   
~*~

01/25/13


Details | Rhyme | |

On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


Details | Free verse | |

The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


Details | Sijo | |

Your Safe Now

<                         Safe Haven where others come when things go bump in the night
                              Abuse Homeless Protection Ordered   Greeted open arms
                                 Replacements of broken smiles caused by anothers demeanor act


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


Details | I do not know? | |

- to all- good night.

angels are sprawled 
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue 
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there  are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial 
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” 
spark the  short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day


Details | Narrative | |

Momentary Reflection

I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...

With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.

Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting, 
or was there something on my mind;
Maybe, I was just Reflecting,
on some Moments from past times...

A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past;
Or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.

There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...

A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.

As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...

A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow;
I could have found a way out...


Details | I do not know? | |

Angry immortal

You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...

The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda

I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission, 
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,

They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness

The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy 
teaching, and giving to the vampires. 

The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed

They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,

Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!

The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.

I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone, 
The body is male, and only half of itself. 
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right

I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others, 
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves

Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.

They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile, 
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then, 
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich. 

living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.  

I am sure i will feel better tomorrow


Details | I do not know? | |

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 | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Monorhyme | |

Come Back My Angel.....

I see in you the angel that you make of me...
I can keep close to you, yet never see.
You entered into my life like a morning sun,
You promised your life to me in the long run...
And now you'll leave me back all alone;
Like you were the sun which never shone?
Spare me my life, my heart, that's with you;
Give me back my angel, cannot live with an angel new...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Potter and The Clay

The Potter, drenched in his noon-day sweat,
Sat hunched, cursing his fate;
The Clay which he fiddled with now
And the wheel he made to rotate,
Found him saddedned by a thought--
Saddened by his inward urge:
Should he make two separate 
figures?
Or should they be merged?

Straining softly his fingers, first
He carved out a beautiful girl:
She thought how worthy she was made--
On her toes she did twirl..
With another piece of that clay,
The Potter's hands so swift,
Carved-out a man--a handsome Prince,
To be her Worthy gift...

The Sun drenched already the life of him,
And fused it in the clay--
The God-like Potter who played some more,
Thought of it this way.

Now both of them, kept in the Sun--
She'd dance and he'd play...
Soon love came-in at first sight,
But these pieces of clay,
Fell into a trap of envy and
Began the struggle to live--
Both knew of what is their's to take--
None ever learns to give....

Meanwhile the Maker, seeing them crack,
Frowned in great dismay,
Quickly picked up, merged them both
To a single ball of clay:
He thought again, what went wrong
And spun the wheel anew
'Should I make a single figure
Or should I remake the two?'

The Clay, still spinning in itself,
Knew It wanted none;
'Let life of Strife be not mine,
Pray let me stay as one....'


Details | Verse | |

The Moth

Through tomes of strange mythology
   Floats music sweetened by the gods;
And secrets wrapped in mystery
   Dance daringly where knowledge nods.

My very soul I'd gladly sell
   (Were there a devil in a hell)
To learn the truths within that tune --
   But tiny wings can't touch the moon.


Details | Narrative | |

To the Siren of the faraway seas

I once thought to have the world within my grasp, that all I needed I already had.
I once thought to be unable to feel more happier than I was while you were around.
Only way to make it better, was to change our worlds of ones and zeroes to contact of the flesh itself.

Even though I realized it, I choose to deny it. I was sorely mistaken about you and I, and this and that.
You smiled when you lied about your feelings.
"I cannot give to you more than this" you said with an evil smirk while observing me from afar.
The smirk, was it real or imaginated?
I do not know, and I fear I will never know, my mind play tricks on me once and again.
Misleading me to believe, like it allowed me to believe in your words.

Words... Amazing how powerful it can be, use it well and one can find pleasure, use it well, and one can find the demise of the soul.
leaving an empty husk behind, like you left me. An empty husk longing to be filled, once again, with the colors of joy.

Coming from the other side of the world, I felt your words and disdain like piercing cold knives straight to my heart, once warm, now cold, since you left.
And following your words you went away to never come back.
Along with you, went away also the joy and happiness I dared to thought to be eternal, a sweet lie I was telling myself...

Even today, after so long, I still think about you and I, your mesmerizing gaze that made me forget and float, your enchanting laughter and the warm and soft touch I told myself that you had.
Touch that I will never feel, laughter I will never hear, again, and eyes that I will never meet, again.
When you left, I was torn, between love and hatred. Now the hatred is gone and the love morphed to friendship, which I would like to share with you.

The Mauritius girl, will my words reach you?
I guess they will not, but I like to hope, to dream.
Hopes and dreams, the accessories of the weak...
A weak being, that I am, a being to be filled with fake bliss, five by day.
Three by the sunrise and  two when the diamonds imbue the skies.
As like that, the curtains shall rise and fall before my eyes, at each passing empty day.

And so I live on, even if that means to not have you anyway I can... The only way I can...
For now, I just wonder, if will I ever find it again while I live? The joy and wonder, I mean.
I ask this chair, I ask the other me on the looking glass and I ask my shadow.
I guess these are the only companionships I will ever have until I meet my final doom.
My shadow, my other broken me and this chair and my memories, of you and I...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Woe Is Me

Words have no more Meaning I find myself Deadlocked In an Ethiopian Night I Could go recklessly on But with what Hope? Will I Glide on? The Only thing I can find is woe only woe, only me, woe is me Voided since the start I'm contradictory in Armenia desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain? only pain, only me, pain is me


Details | Rhyme | |

Condemned

Condemned to life in isolation
With no means of communication
As I stare absently at my cell wall
My eyes are dry, no tears will fall
Images are not passing before my eyes
Only a feeling man gets before he dies

My last thoughts are becoming clear
And I feel my time drawing near
I know my life is coming to its end
I'm dying alone, without ally; without friend
I have decided not to fight my fate
My mind is free of anger, sadness, and hate

I saw in their eyes the fear
And I never shed a single tear
Through their screams I felt their pain
With me, my deeds remain
I close my eyes and sigh for the last time
Regrets, I have none, that is my crime


Details | Free verse | |

Hush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Lyric | |

Fairytale World Gone Wrong

She walks, she talks
Pretends everything is fine
So young, so sweet
Yet everyone she'll try to please
will turn their backs on her with ease

She wants to belong
She'll try to hold on
to her fairytale world gone wrong
She's losing her grip
Reality slips
her fairytale world gone wrong

She wants you to stay
She'll push you away
Still can't decide
Too much pain inside
She runs, she hides
as her world divides
Can't keep it together
Can't pretend forever

She wants to belong
She'll try to hold on
to her fairytale world gone wrong
She's losing her grip
Reality slips
her fairytale world gone wrong


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

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

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

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

I stand, alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Little to understand - photographer's guilt

I'm at the peak watching the unknown,
The rain today pouring at a different tone.
My insides wishing for a chance to defend,
I wait at the edge for all of it to hit the end.
 
I hear a boy crying over his parents pieces,
An old lady asking why to Jesus.
With brutal weapons in everyone's hand,
There's very little to understand.
 
Those screams, they haunt me every night,
Bloody eyes staring down asking why I didnt fight?
Like any mortal I feared my own existence,
I was a coward watching them die from a distance.
 
What I regret now wish I could change it then,
Rather than being guilty and jotting it with a pen.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Monster

My blind invisibility
Helps me to feed your fear,
For although you cannot see me,
Still you know that I am near,

Sometimes I will lash out at you,
And drink your sobs sublime,
But sometimes instead of chasing you,
I'll wait and bide my time,

Endless assault and then watching
Your tears flow is fun,
But once I've drunk them all away,
I like to leave you numb,

I'll screech at you and dig my claws
Deep down into your depths, 
Then roar with laughter when you
Can't remember if you've slept,

When I've cornered you, I'll open wide,
Engulf you totally,
Munch you around my mouth before
I choose to set you free,

I'll chew you up and spit you out,
But if my hunger's true,
Sometimes I'll swallow all your sorrows,
And so be done with you,

If I decide to spare you,
Then the best part of my plan
Is that you'll wish that I had finished you,
So perhaps next time I can.

You'll lie alone and desperately
Wish I would just drop dead,
Well, good luck getting rid of me;
I live inside your head.


Details | Rhyme | |

My dreamt man

Give me your hand
I need to feel the human.
Maybe you can mend
My heart which is in ruins.
Talk to me with mellow voice,
Don’t let me think at all.
Give me a choice,
But please, don’t let me fall.

Tell me you love me so much,
Maybe one day I will believe it.
I desperately need your touch,
So hug my heart, because it shivers.
Look me in my eyes with passion.
My dreamt man, please appear!
Because I need a heart possession
And to get rid of my fear. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | I do not know? | |

I will not be forgotten

its the end inside my head
  i must say goodbye my dear 
friend 

im entering the unknown
im slowly starting to unravel 
and become unsewn
 you must not figure who i am 
for i am no one 

no one to be loved, no one 
forgotten, no one to grieved 
when the end is truly received
 
i will not be one loved, i will 
not be one forgotten
  for there there there is 
nothing to forget
  but this mere note of 
uncertainty and confusion 


Details | Senryu | |

12-21-12

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Dog eared page

14th jan 2012 
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Silently laid my eyes, Upon tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side I picked up a dog eared page, Brought back memories of the bygone age, Of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, A long time ago, by the way, I scribbled on this page love notes, In double quotes. Nostalgic now are, Memories of “au revoir”, Melancholy tones fill in, My poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page, And I dully chase it with some rage, To find it stuck to the old gum tree, And as I see the page I begin to read all about me…………….. Silently laid my eyes, Upon other tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side……………………..


Details | Couplet | |

Edit and Waste

Crop, copy and paste.
These are the days of edit and waste.

Digital pictures matching our taste.
Everyone fuzzy in dot-matrix.

Saved as a file in some special place.
Not just a folder, a name with no face.

Shared with our friends all over the net.
Nobody wiser to that they've not met.

Clicked on again to remember the time.
Scrolled by a mouse; through thumbs in a line.

Dragged in and dropped to folders where bound.
Making them searches of files to be found.

Beautiful pictures fill up my screen.
Some of them larger than what I have seen.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | I do not know? | |

Play Your Cards Rights

Changing my ways
Looking for hope
Wishing for peace
Releasing moap

Crying for help
No one hears
Trapped in someone's body
Retrieving all fears

Nobody understands you
You cant open up
You lie to yourself
Though you're hopeless enough

Capturing the attention
Of all that stare
You cant defy the hate
Your heart still makes you care

You think thoughts of anger
Combobulating for love
Dreaming big dreams
Flying away with the doves

You dont take life seriously 
Although you try hard
Life is a game
So be careful how you play your cards.




Details | Lyric | |

Megan Image

    MEGAN IMAGE
It stops my heart sometimes,
just seeing you or knowing you are near,
or somewhere else I've never been,
part of the past but never far from here.
Deep in your eyes where there's no end to see,
I lose myself to life's great tragedy
and you've become my very greatest fear.
Your photograph's forever part of me
and has become the last thing 
...........................my mind will ever see.
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
You can see the photograph on my Ron Wilson Facebook page.

I was asked by a couple of girls what I think the best poem I have ever written is, and I could not give them an answer...then they asked me what is my personal favorite I have ever written. That was a simple and very fast answer... This is it, MEGAN IMAGE, and it started all of the serious poetry writing that continues to this day.


Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Haiku | |

Just a simple dream

He kneels on one knee,
he asks her to marry him.
Shes dreaming; crying.


Details | Free verse | |

Paper Facade

Such a thin veil
As translucent as can be without being clear.
Stretched Taunt hardly any give.
Can you hear my heart echo off its surface?
Always wondering why others can not.
Eye's search, fingers stroke probing for weakness?
Or just drawn to the smooth calling surface.
At times I think have the tears weakened it?
Have they made it soft?
At other timesI believe layer upon layer.
Drop by drop this facade has been hardened.
Strengthened by the very thing which most would not want to subject it to.
The paper facade, though thin is resilient.
Permanent if need be, it's presence necessary.
For without it all would be layed bare.
And I care not for this most precious of things to be unprotected.


Details | Haiku | |

A wish

I wish I were dead
Long before you made me cry
Like rainy season


Details | Narrative | |

The Hobo

Time's moments takes it's toll
 adding gravitational pull
 
To a body, so weighed down
 His chin can touch the ground
 
With pain visible on his face
 He lives sans his wit, and grace
 
A life of selfishness, his crime
 now sentenced, to a duel with time
 
And time's blatent tenacity
 plus it's control over eternity
 
Reminds the man how much it's cost
 for him to realize what he's lost
 
So he wears time's final wrath
 As he walks life's thorny path
 
All alone without a friend
 He walks the path to journey's end


Details | I do not know? | |

Serial Pt1

Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,

Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,

Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,

Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,

Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling, 

Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling, 


Details | Rhyme | |

Tortured Dreams

They think i'm well,
and everything's alright,
they cant save me from this hell,
i'm trapped in tonight.
I've created a dungeon,
inside of my mind,
hidden my sanity away,
for no one to find.
Stuck inside,
a prison made for me,
100 year sentence,
no sign of getting free.
My bottle is broke,
emotions run loose,
the only comforting thought,
is what i can do with this noose.
I tie it to a tree,
stand up on a chair,
i'm going to jump,
this life i just cant bare.
As my neck snaps,
I can see a light beam,
I open my eyes,
it was just a dream.


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Couplet | |

Amber Nectar

The glass she placed down on the table She would have another now, if she were able The pain melted for just a little while This amber liquid could make her smile Her life was spiraling down and down like the drink Round and down, but she thought she would not sink. Inner strength she knew that she possessed Would it save her when she was put to the test? The pains the problems would all dissipate She would show them all, if it wasn’t to late. This amber nectar she knew was just a crutch As the last straw, the drowning man will clutch. The dregs in the glass, they are smiling now Tempting her-fill me once more, you know how. “I make you feel better, most of the time Go on take another sip, it isn’t a crime.” The man at her side put his hot hand on her knee Squeezing it, “I’ll get another in and then we will see.” You get on outside the customers are waiting Get out and work now, there’s no more debating. You will earn what you drink, that’s what you desire This amber nectar is now all you require. You know nothing in this life ever comes free Now get on out there and earn money for me. And with a last sip this saddened lass Drained the now painfully empty beer glass… Entry for the "And with a sip" contest by Paula Swanson


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 | Lyric | |

The Road Of Casualty

I fall into unknown reasons
I lay wanting,needing
Convolution,soul sucked dry
Aphasia,alone within
A battered shell,augmental decay
Life slowly passes away
Debilitated to my dismay
An accidental tragedy has
lost the lives of many
Contumaciosly
The musk from last nights indulgence
still lingers and it accuses me
I have debased the family tree
Through my lost cognizance
The pain others must breath
Censoring all relations
A dissaproval of my being
The air as thick as sulpher
A cyanosis of the soul
I'm left alive to face it all
Retribution paid in full!!!


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The Shadow Child

I sit and gaze at breathing night
Soft and plush, like blackest velvet.
I wonder off and on if he will call.
The night speaks to me from beyond the glass window,
Muttering, whispering, like a lover.
It teases me, taunts me,
"Come out and play," it breathes into my mind.
The darkness is friendly
Inviting,
Deceptively charming as a spider in its web.
I reach to open the window...

And the night flows over me, full of promises.
The sweet air kisses me, caresses me,
Toys playfully with the smoke from my cigarette,
Making rings and swirls with the soft, white vapors.
The night sings to me
Soft love songs to tantalize the brain.
I can't resist.
I get up, and zombie-like move toward the door...

And out into the soft cloak of the darkness.  
It has me in its grasp,
I can't escape.
I am a child of night now,
A shadow, elusive
And I begin to fade,
And whisper,
My voice joining in song with a thousand others:
"Come out and play,
Come out and play..."


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Eyes of Causation

Fiery eyes of crimson tide
as a captain looks upon haunted ships,
what once was, but no more
eyes filled with heavy tears as darkness floods the heart's chambers,
wars raged and lost,
the innocent and brave fought the unseen tales foretold.

Hungry eyes of vultures,
lions and insatiable alike,
pursue pray with eyes watery glaze,
ever so softly, ever so suddenly
a life which is no more,
remains.

Loving eyes of the passionate,
hopeful, full of adoration,
one stare in each other's eyes
a lifetime of promise awaits.

Eyes closed, eternity of solitude,
infinite hours of timeless wonder,
heaven in a soul's reach
a reality that is yet to be explored.


Details | Free verse | |

Changes within me

Everyday i awake,
Seeing nothing has changed,
Its been 21 years since my eyes first peeked,
To see the world all amazed,
With new faces all around,
Laughing, patting, and grabbing my arms,
As i cried all my fears away,
The days gave way,
Till one day,
I lost all my innocence,
In a flight of a second,
And then my pupils opened,
To see the truth beyond, 
That everything that we do,
Everything that we want,
It is a cycle that never ends,
We seek forever,
We search whenever,
To find the sole truth behind our purpose,
To imagine a life without problems,
To imagine a day without struggles,
From the rich to the poor,
An economic burden,
From love to hate,
A social burden,
From life and death,
A survival burden,
Too many moments grasped in just a second,
Too many seconds in just a minute,
Too many motives in just one life,
Brilliantly put together in a sequence,
Some forgotten,
Some remembered,
Some chosen and some unexpected,
Yet as we move on,
As we see the big picture,
And as i dream on,
I shall awake another day,
Till my end,
To see that nothing has changed,
To see no one has changed,
Except me....


Details | Free verse | |

Wasted Time

Lost in a moment of waiting
patiently wasting away 
Eventually, is my motto
and maybe is where I reside

Another sunrise, another sunset
I'm still here twiddling thumbs 
Any day now is my hotel room
passing the time, is my specialty 

Here I am again dillydallying 
bidding away all my time
I'm another second closer 
I know it's comming so so soon

There is no time to waste
That's what I've heard before,
but to me I find time plentiful
and so I toss it aside carelessly 

lost in a moment of waiting 
I'm still here twiddling tumbs
I'm yet another second closer 
There is plenty of time to waste.


Details | Romanticism | |

Away From Me.....

Whenever you are apart from me,
I dream of those beautiful moments; that  were shared between us,
Those closeness of yours, reminds me of you lingering towards me... 
When  you are miles away from me,
I close my eyes and see that cute smile on  your cute face.
Your words keep whispering into my ears when m alone,
Somethings which went wrong between us; when you who came to convince 
me...
When you go away from me;I dream of  me being with you..
Let's both go into sky; You and Me, no one else..
Will it be like heaven...?? may be yes.......
When I dreams of those lovely moments,
Glad tears too get scared to roll down;
'Cz you have warned them not to flow down my cheeks..
They too get afraid and  are  honest to u too..
The moment you entered into my small world,
My life changed...
Learnt good-bad things from you,everything  changed ...
I remember the time when your labials were brushed with mine,
Felt like that moment will never end...
And when we were together  in that dark room,
I was safe with you.
When you r away from me,
 I miss You and hope that even you do.....




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 | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

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

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

Without you


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Diamond Night

Gray clouds gather,
Reflecting light from
The ever present twin moons
That shine brightly
In your eyes.

Bittersweet,
That's how you
Are to me, a sweet dream
And a beautiful
 Nightmare.

I know,
Yes I do know,
Goodbye will fall like rain
Throughout this black
Diamond night.

Let's not,
Don't think about
It, for all we have is right now,
Why destroy and leave
Behind chaos?

Love,
I remember
The look in your eyes when you 
Said you loved me,
What changed?

I don't know,
Maybe I never will,
But I wish it weren't easy for you
To disappear into this black
Diamond night....


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Forever

You may not ever see but
Forever is just a word.
Nothing is real.
Why do you keep trying to hold on?

Forever never was and never
Will be yours,
Whatever you are said,
It is a pretty lie.

Though you don't listen to, and
Don't catch the sense,
Soon your world will crash and
You'll forget yourself.

Forever is just a word,
Confusion put in mind,
Forever is unreal.
Forever is a lie.

by Olga Kushnirenko


Details | Free verse | |

Forgive, please forget

I lie here looking at the ceiling,
Then I look to your word,
It didn't have much meaning, 
Trusting you is almost absurd
You left me broken promises
I know I'm better off
No more kisses
I need to write you off
I'm a creature of habit
I  know I'm not that tough
I have no heart to be compassionate
You stole it, left it in the rough
I'm Forgetting how your voice sounds
It truly makes me sad
yet still want you around
I still know what we had 
Why'd did you ever leave? 
Why couldn't we have been enough for you?
Now you wallow in sorrow and tell me how you grieve
love isn't for the weak I give the devil his due 
Now you suffer twisting, contorted pain
the worst mistake of your life
takes me back to lovers lane
You really messed up and I'm to alleviate you of your strife?
You think you deserve it?
….
…..
…...
…....
…..I do.


Details | Free verse | |

Snail Paced

Lost, empty, dead inside— All typical words of irrational despair Cradled lust Wandering in a foreign land, Dazed and disoriented Crushed and soured in youthful wisdom I wish I had hung on longer… Daisies in the sunlight Him, behind her The most beautifully shaped smile I have ever seen So glad it was all captured in that one photograph Snails crawl down the pavement Trust loses its glamour I am desperate to crawl away from the slime of deception The very slime that I leave behind… Evil overtakes the weak-minded The strong look on, glad it is not them Gargoyles grin in happy anguish Sin is pride There is no room to be the devil’s advocate I cannot be singled out of the sorry crowd anymore I cannot even gather enough thought to write My wings are so wounded, I cannot even bare to think of the possibility of flying So worried, so sad, words largely overlooked So many layers and so many ideas overlooked, Always thought of, but never written down Never coming to light Your dimples make me cry… I am so exhausted I wish to sleep forever My fingers are sore, my pencil is purple I feel like time is losing its meaning It is losing its power among the majority of maggots The wristwatch is pinching me And the hands on the sad clock with Roman Numerals have stopped Maybe the battery has died Mine has not, and yet I am not moving very fast There is no progress here It has been more than five years now Since the day I looked into those green suns of eyes Too long for my liking I would rather feel the darkness, be the darkness But instead I am gray, boring and dull The fact that not one truly cares Does not bother me as much as the smile The smile so far away Alice in Wonderland Caught in a cold, wishing myself better I overwhelm myself to faerie dust Welcome dreams…welcome rest


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Identifying Dreams

Slipping into a burning dream
Within the silence, within disease
The past and future undeclared
Proclaimed a reason to never care

Witness nothing in this place
The secret emptiness of space
Beyond my portrait; past this night
There hides a passion to kill the light

Sliding into deserted shame
Within the nothing, within the pain
The ways I see you in my mind
Leaves such hatred left inside

Witness only the thing I am
The creature no-one understands
And through the painting of my soul
This grand illusion will only grow

Fading into the broken scene
The monster carving this burning dream
Solely focused on painting lies
Its eyes absorbing my dying light

Soul now shimmers, wakes my heart
The creature crawling into the dark
And every monster I’ve ever been
Is purified by the truth I’ve seen


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Music Box

Ballerina prisoner figurine  
Such beauty locked away
Only dances 
When she sees the light of day

But, in my mind
Her twirls are reminiscent
Of forgotten memories, round and round
Stirring music weighs

So, I hide her still
Under key
And silence
Hoping she is forgiving

Until a fondness of providence is found
That soon soul will awaken
Her gracefulness hopes of ironies 
O' may she dance her way back among my living


Details | Free verse | |

King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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False Senses

Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life Do you realize that you lost? Battered and tossed By your own malfunction Wires you crossed Leaning on a crutch From wounds self inflicted Do you realize that I won? Running like fire Brighter than the sun Autumn behind my head Summer in my eyes So near the finish line The reward is mine Or did you think it was a tie? Tangled web behind your eyes Wrapped in delusions Coming to false conclusions In your sick twisted mind Do you realize that you lost? Do you realize that I won? Or did you think it was a tie In your sick twisted mind? Stuck in your lies Concrete at your feet You never took a step You never made a sound When the gun was fired And I ran for my life


Details | Free verse | |

The dream

"...Even if it kills me to do so in the end." I said having a tighter grip than before "You ready?" I then start dragging her out of the darkness realizing we might never escape it "Just hold on!" I exclaim looking into her eyes then back at the darkness "I won't let go." I say as we both get sucked into the darkness, we both then start to fade and I still have her hand screaming her name as we dissappear.


Details | Senryu | |

Wilting

I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass -- 
Walked on and wilting.


Details | Limerick | |

Sky-Scraped Ruins

The evening fresh, 
stars allure, 
birthed- ground-breaking. 

To look back, seems feeble
forward, Vigorous.

It is almost too late, 
I have hollowed a place
for each hope I carried, 
trickery twisted imagination. 

The sky littered, 
calling...all visions to death, 
each cup of soil, 
warmth
befriending faith with roses
daisies, 
as I walk away, 
nurtured.

There are no more stones-
upon stones, 
upon stones, 
only hours perhaps, 
devoted.


Details | Free verse | |

Wheezes and Corduroy

Just wave goodbye again
and wheeze as you dance away
    in your bed head silly.
And I’ll wait here on the corner
in Pjs and your corduroy shirt
shamelessly improper in rush hour traffic.
And
     it came to me today
     in the bare soles of my feet
that no matter how many dreams I
filled with tulips and tears,
     wheezes and corduroy was the
only promise you ever made to me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


Details | I do not know? | |

Soul Rider

Soul rider, Soul rider
You’ll drive me to my death.
The faster that you take me,
The more I lose my breathe.

You burn away my rubber,
The tires, they start to spark.
Soon they’ll be but metal,
And they’ll start to leave a mark.

Smoke begins to thicken,
It’s left to block my view.
My fuel begins to dwindle,
I feel I soon will too.

The floor begins to tremble,
It’s tearing at the seams.
The mental turning liquid,
It’s hard to hold my screams.

My breaks are having trouble,
They refuse to slow me down.
The more I try to use them,
The more I lose some ground.

The glass begins to shatter,
The shards, they score my face.
My heart begins to quicken,
Yet you still increase my pace.

I feel the heat beneath me,
It starts to burn my thighs.
The sparks have turned to amber,
And the flames are left to rise.

Soon they’ll be upon me,
They’ll consume with a kiss.
Soul rider you have left me,
When you demanded this.

It was you that drove me faster,
You made my engine roar.
You went above my limit,
And now I am… no more.


Details | Imagism | |

A Circle of Promises

Resting upon my outstretched hand
lies what was once
a circle of promises never ending
given as a symbol of love
spoken and unspoken
now just a circle of heartache(s)
this too never ending...
or so it seems.
Two people,
once possessed of this band
vowed for eternity
to travel together as one
a promise soon broken
rendering forever
one again into two.
That which long ago radiated
a warmth felt only
by those it encircled
its luster now dulled by time
lies cold upon my hand
with only my memories 
to hold it there.
I wrap it once more 
within tissue yellowed by time
and return it to my box
of gone but not forgotten memories.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

I Don't Care

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                                        Hello operator can you help please with my ~ Lights Out ?

                                        Let's see  ~ name on bill ?  your address ?  I'm starting to doubt

                                        Gee Weez ~ I know  I owe -  But please act like you care ......






Entry For
Dane Ann Smith - Johnson's Contest
Lights Out
G.L. All

                                        

                                        

                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                         


Details | Free verse | |

Moonlight Bliss

Sadness overflows
glorifying this time
when the sun loses
its battle over the
night.
When this heart
feels devoid of
anything happy and
the light of
this being loses
its battle over the
night.

Tonight,
I feel you slipping
away into the darkness
of this moment.
Still,
I will wait for you
to emerge in the
stillness of this night.


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 | Tanka | |

A moonlight's dream

There, by the moonlight
Me and my dark knight do dance
My dress is silver
The same colour as moonbeam
Tonight I am lost in love

The night will end soon
I lament when my knight leaves
Will he come again?
I rest my heart on patience
Till I shall be in his arms



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The Wasteland -part 2-

A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

doll face

weeping sorrows,
my heart is left to drown,
you all sit and stare,
as i fall down down down,

do you not care,
or can you not see
this life is unfair,
and has decided she will be the end of me,

i see you there,
laughing in delight,
but i lay here knowing,
this will be our last night,

air so clear,
moon so bright,
yet i can not see,
for there is no light,

curl up and die,
lie and wait,
am i excpected,
to accept this as my fate?

screams so cold,
shivers run deep,
hell's been given,
my soul to keep,

heaven can wait,
i'm not wanted there,
through it all,
i refuse to care,

flames dance in circles,
demons prowl,
im still falling,
through air so foul.



uh... there. 


Details | Free verse | |

Speak Louder

All I have are words
that dance around the edges
and
    whisper
impatiently insistent
laughing
   crying
      loving
         dying
words that tear
    shred my heart
    to strings
left dangling
and 
tangling
with
    yours.


Details | Free verse | |

while looking out the window during lunch

he comes here
everyday and picks
through the garbage
can. i guess i’d
be the same as him
if i had wings.


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembrance

A maze of mixed depression
Welcoming my perplex thoughts
And undesired dreams.

Covering the cowardness I speak
In truth of riddles that darkness hides
Yet all because destiny lied?

What rules to govern wicked
Madness seek to defend
Even then you shake
Its hand and try not to offend

No ones rite no ones wrong
Inside its always personal
But regretted from
The past postponed

And so I dream
See my breath
As a butterfly becomes my eyes
Yet red as a rose
From tears I cry
Remembered in death



Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Lover's Nightmare

I dreamed I lost love
that i never even had
it hurt so much
you just wouldn't understand

my dream turned into a nightmare
when i found out my lover wasn't real
when my friend told me i just couldn't cope
pain and only pain was all i could feel

i cried my eyes out
and my friend comforted me
it turned out he was just a computer program
my heart locked and only he had the key

i can't believe he was just a hologram
i really can't because we kissed
he brought me eight roses
the four others weren't even missed

he was really sweet and kind
but he wasn't real and my friend knew all along
she hinted and that's how i figured it out
and that was when everything went wrong

i didn't get to say goodbye
before he had disappear(ed)
what was first a lover's dream
turned into a lover's nightmare


Details | Rhyme | |

Lost Soul

oh sweet spector
is that you I see
peaking from the old pine tree
oh sweet spector
why do you roam
looking for family
looking for home
oh sweet spector 
is that you I see
are you trying to frighten me
I feel your sorrow
I feel your pain
standing there in the rain
oh sweet spector 
is that you I see
do you wish to speak to me
long dark hair flowing down
she wanders the night in her evening gown
oh sweet spector
poor lost soul
where did you come from 
where will you go


Details | Free verse | |

AN IDLE NEIGHBORHOOD

Dilapidated houses line these streets.
Lawn furniture that holds memories, best kept discreet.
Neighborhood air redden of cooking.
Seniors who've weathered the years of onlooking.
A tumultuous life for those who have lived here.
With nothing but boredom and occasional fear.
Hollow eyed children,blank with thought.
Raised with the beliefs, of what there parents sought.
A neighborhood best adored from afar.
For living here,would just add to the scar.


Details | Free verse | |

It's Okay. Really.

A heart becomes brittle
     and splinters in the cold
if left too long on the windowsill.
     What is it to me?
Your back sang everything I needed
     to know
as I slipped on frozen time left
     ticking on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about.
There’s really no reason for
     Winter’s treason.
It’s only another season
     after all.


Details | Verse | |

JOURNEYMAN

Instinctively moving through time, my judgement results in my pain, at times it feels like this 
world is unfamiliar or just does not entertain my triumph. Too many days endured 
emotionless, thoughtless, does my heart beat in vain because it has not a purpose. 
Recognizing my surface is a struggle, better days have to be ahead, only the strongest 
survive in an era where being strong is not good enough. I long for a companion with a silk 
heart trimmed in gold, a queen who is uplifting, i need strength at my weakest points. For so 
long i have been loyal without reward, do i dare view ones reflection in the mirror, sacrifice 
is the key element to my joy, true happiness is on reserve.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ADDICTED TO YOU by Collice Rodrigues

I wish to breathe my last breath in your arms

You’re the one to kill me with your charms

Everybody coaxed me to avoid you but no

You’re that someone who I just can’t let go

 

This world is cruel it has always made me cry

You take me to heaven and teach me to fly

You taught me how to deal with my pain

Without you barren would my life remain

 

You take me to a different world as I hallucinate

And all the pleasures of life you begin to recreate

I’m losing my senses someone tell me who am I

I know I need you but I don’t know why

 

Your absence makes me restless it’s you I need

I am an addict and you are marijuana my weed

I got addicted to you that I intentionally chose

Now that I’m addicted I don’t mind an overdose

 

-Collice Rodrigues

11/11/2010


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Cold Brittle Truth

As a race
We chase the tail of approval
As a race
Cowardice abides
Dissonant souls
And dreary eyes
Measly lies
And tensions rise

As a whole 
We march to the melancholy drum
And bathe in the scum
Of what we've become

Oh sadness, my old companion
You, who tore me from childhood fantasy
You, who made my joy a fallacy
You

Seldom is the heart
In a place willing to give
In a place worthy of peace
You're living, at least
Though you may not want to live

As a tribe
We cannot deny
As a tribe
We can no longer lie
Or divided, and lost
We all will die


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


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Taffeta, Silk,and Lace

As she walked down the stairs i could feel on the back of my neck goosebumps and 
hairs

I was playing in a derelict house hiding from my friends behind some dusty old chairs

But something wasnt right she looked sad lonley and out of place

Looking back now i didnt feel scared she looked radient dressed in taffeta silk and 
lace

I was Eleven at the time and thinking back to it now

I just knew she was a ghost but wasnt frightened dont ask me how

She didnt see me and she sort of glided not walked towards an open door

Curiosity got the better of me so i followed her wanting to see more

As i edged nearer the doorway i expected her not to be there

But she was and i heard her singing the sweetest song i swear

I was so taken by her radience serenity and calm

Then i realised shes a ghost they scare you but i didnt feel in any harm

She just sort of floated there seeing something i couldnt see

Then....the moment was gone as i heard my friends shouting for me

Ive never forgot that day its stayed with me forever

And as i grew up i researched the history of the house and was rewarded for my 
endeavour

There used to live in that house a kindly lady she was a mother and a wife

But tragedy struck her family she lost her children so griefstricken

she took her own life

But legend as it she used to sing the sweetest lullabies to her children every night

To sooth them into sleep and chase away there fright

I often ask myself did she see me that long ago day

If ever im weighed down by troubles that just wont seem to go away

If im restless of sleep and the evening winds running fair

I swear i can hear the sweetest lullabies carried on the air

It eases me in to sleep then i dream of the sereness of her face

Gliding down that staircase resplendent in her taffeta,silk and lace


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Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.


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Sugar Sick Sweet Lullabies

I had this dream last night and it was perfect 
It was everything I wanted my life to seem
So when I opened my eyes to this bright sunlight
I realized some things weren't the way that they should be

I put my feet into my shoes, which are old and dusty and 
I don't remember when they were ever clean
I ran around my town asking people for my purpose
And none of their answers seemed to fit alright

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday

I've tried to be myself but I'm running low on health
To fight all those who tell me to be a certain way
Though I don't cry out my eyes every time that a stitch undoes itself
Cause nobody's gonna save you when can save yourself, darling

Even at a quarter after noon mothers are singing their babies 
Sugar sick sweet lullabies that I know all too well
Haven't you ever noticed the way that their voices crack 
When the child forgets the words and the tune stays with them alone?

Come keep me at bay
Cause the world's spitting us all out one by one
And we've all sinned enough to know that we're gonna die someday


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My pernicious thoughts

My pernicious thoughts
is loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

My scary musings
is taking me
on a rigmarole
to nowhere, it seems

Like a vagabond
with no direction,
it keeps pulling me
to all directions.

And surely soon
it will leave me blue.
One mighty pull will it take
to fill me full again.

My pernicious thoughts
keeps loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

And, i can't fight it.


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@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


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The Quest

Oh, I have sought to find the perfect home;
yet, it is never there.
Oh, I have fought to write the perfect poem;
but cannot, despite seeing it everywhere..


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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White Angels

I heard you fall, In the middle of a call. It was around seven. Did you fall from heaven? You landed in my front yard, Right in front of my St. Bernard. There was a glow into my room. Suddenly I saw you... You are my, Dream when I sleep, Dinosaur from a prehistoric defeat, Rythum when I hit every beat. You fell from the sky. Your wings so white, You would never get in a fight. You're the angel of innocence, You're my white angel... Dream of a world, Where every girl, Had a choice, Had a voice. Your harp filled my soul. When you leave I lose control. Life was so dull, Before you... You are my, Dream when I sleep, Dinosaur from a prehistoric defeat, Rythum when I hit every beat. You fell from the sky. Your wings so white, You would never get in a fight. You're the angel of innocence, You're my white angel... Why can't you understand, That you were meant to hold my hand, To protect me, To help me see the light. You're so bright, But you're not mine. Love is not some game, That I play with, It's not a blame, It is my sweet bliss... Dream of a world where... You are my, Dream when I sleep, Dinosaur from a prehistoric defeat, Rythum when I hit every beat. You fell from the sky. Your wings so white, You would never get in a fight. You're the angel of innocence, You're my white angel... Guide me0. to my next day, Even though I'm so afraid. I am always in such a tangle, But you're my white angel...


Details | Free verse | |

Show me


I bow to purity

But what is pure?

Show me purity

I bow to clarity

But what is clear?

Show me clarity


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Illusions

I sit here all alone
sitting in a corner in a dark lonely room
I see something in the corner of my eye
but when i turn , i only see a bright full moon
so i turn back around
silently listening to the sound of
water dripping from the faucet
as i start to look down
i see something on the door of my closet
the wind starts to blow
i stare at the open window 
as i start to realize it was all just my shadow.


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Quiet Contemplation

Quiet contemplation
Silence is relief
Safe inside my sanctuary
I look for solace and some peace
My mind continues running
In circles 'round vicious lies
Not ever once giving me a moment
To just break down and cry
So as I lay here thinking
In my darkened and cold bed
I take the little pill
Thats supposed to fix my head
The drugs begin to peak
My heart beats a litlle slower
I smile to myself
Knowing life is not over
I will awaken in the morning
And still frown to start the day
Fake smile for my friend
Keeping all true emotions at bay
Quiet contemplation
Silence is relief
Safe inside my sanctuary
Drug comatose brings me peace


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Someday

“Someday”
Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

“Someday!”
Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

Everybody
has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
...someday......
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

http://vimeo.com/26557410


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Sea Of Pretties

When I look at him,
It's like the warmest of summer days 
with the harshness of winter.
He's plastic, it seems.

He's like an immortal,
free of all mortal blemish 
behind his gleaming screen
or the camera lens.

I wish to be closer, I feel it in my bones,
But the sea parts us 
Unmercifully.
The damned natural barrier.

But when he sees me, he sees the gorgeous picture,
Oh, blasted lucky picture that graces my image.
The photo that looks nothing like me.
The charming picture.

I look thin and beautiful.
The typical man's idea of beauty.
The one that shows me with daring rebellion,
But portrays what I see as vulnerability.

So if he sees me, he won't know me.
I'll just be a passing body in the crowd.
Another sillhouette
in the sea of Pretties.


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The Hill

An empty castle,
a broken spell,
look to the hill,
upon it a well,
deep in its depths,
a princess you'll find,
against the stones,
her bones will grind,
at the end of the hill,
a prince lay buried,
to the ground,
his blood is married,
a witchs spell,
cast to kill,
it ran its corse,
upon that hill,
one dark day,
the princess drowned,
killing the prince,
with the sight he found,
in the well,
he saw her lifeless eyes,
trip and tumble, 
that's how he dies,
that's the end,
their love now gone,
killed on a hill,
by a witchs con...


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Unknown

I've read too many books
I've heard too many songs
I've seen too many things
to know where I belong.
To know where I fit in
along which walk of life.
I yearn not for the truth
But for a guiding light
I want to find a prince
A struggle, and a quest
I want to fight with skill
a sword upon my waist
I want to scream and yell
with all the angry crowds
I want to conquer all,
and rest in golden halls
I want my words to weave
a canopy of life
I want my stories told
To children when I die
I want to live a life
of beauty, love, and war
I want my eyes to shine,
I want my wings to soar
Alas it cannot be
The time for that is past
My dreams will never be
The world I long for never was
It's driven me insane
For when I hear the calls,
the symphony of where I ought to be
it's Powersurging thrall
The tears begin to flow
For what I'll never see
The minds that wrought my world
are cruel minds indeed.


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The Forsaken

His smile be but a crooked lie,
All truth and beauty evade his reach,
The childlike purity hath left his eyes,
He hides from them, a cowardice leech.

He hath feasted upon the mortal soul,
His bloodied hands forever drenched,
Guilt leads him now, to feed upon filth,
His hunger and thirst nevermore to be quenched.

Within his ageless porcelain shell,
An old accursed fiend doth weep,
For he stole the breath of innocence,
Their restless ghosts now steal his sleep.

The pleasant warmth of the sunlit morn,
Hath shunned him all too soon,
Thus, the only light that dares to greet him,
‘Tis the scornful smile of the Moon.

Not even God’s angels waste their tears,
For hell is grasping at his feet,
He would readily welcome the Reaper’s scythe,
But Death cannot chill what does not beat.

And should he accept the gift of love,
By his undying kiss, they shall suffer his fate,
To sacrifice all sanity and mortality,
For an eternal life of sadness and hate.

This be his infinite penance, 
A penalty he is forced to pay,
To live alone amongst God’s creatures,
As the Forsaken, day by day.


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Misty Blue

Awry poignant of the night
Eerie sound of black owl bird
Out of the window I waited all night…

Scenery can’t see in the dark
Blue bird keep humming lonely lullaby
Sensing the odd fool face…

Rustling leaves draws hurtful ache
A misty blue feeling in a dreary night
Calling your name out loud in a sad song…

Killing the time with old dusty books
Keep me awake till the full moon
Brushing away thy bizarre feeling….

By: lena
Lie
16/9/07


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Life Is A Playroom

I’ve scraped together peace where I could find it
When sorrowed, I no longer feel the need to hide it

I’ve played the role again 
Of a child’s favorite toy
Cherished for a short, short while
Then forgotten and cast away 
 

Well, i no longer care...
Life will ever be unfair
But it goes on, so I should too, 
and I’ll have to play this game
without you.


sorrylittlesharky.com


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Belongs to you

The knife blade
Glinting in the light,
I feel it slide it's way into my throat.
I awake with a silent scream.
And before I have a chance to catch my breath
You wrap your strong arms around me,
And hold tight
I feel your warm strength
Quickly calming me down.
I look deep into your eyes and see
So many things I can not explain. 
The way you hold my gaze,
Shows me that you care.
But as sleep takes over once more
Again, the knife shines
But just before the tool of death
Reaches it goal in my neck
I see the face of my assailant
And the face.....
Belongs to you


Details | ABC | |

if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine


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The Puppeteer

She's running toward the light.
She's chased it all her life.
She wants it all to end so bad,
But she will never reach salvation.

She sold her soul.
He tricked her.
The master of deception.
The puppeteer.

She thought he wanted more,
More than just her mind,
But that's all he wanted,
To put strings attached.

She has to break free,
Before he comes.
She must cut the strings,
Pull them apart.

But she doesn't know how.
She's desperate.
She cuts her wrist.
She thinks she just reached salvation.

But she just let him forever have her.
She completed the deal.
She shed the blood.
She killed herself.

Now the light goes out,
And she's all alone.
She starts to cry,
Then she hears footsteps.
He's come for her...


Details | I do not know? | |

Jeremy Zink

Jeremy Zink
You make me need to see my shrink
All I do is stop and think
What is love?
Is it sent from above
Or some cruel torturous game
Meant to drive you insane
The question is, will it all work out in the end?
Or will I need to find love around another bend
In the road
Will I have to kiss another toad?
Before I find Mr. Right
And I won't be finding him at the bar tonight
That is all too clear...
He, certainly won't be my "honey dear"
But never fear
I'm sure he'll come here
Some day
Some way
Oh, hopefully love will be here to stay
Oh, and by the way
The address to my heart is 65 Baron
But he needn't be a Duke or Earl if you are carin
He just needs to be sweet, honest and kind
And in faithfulness know how to mind
Hopefully he isn't too far behind
And I don't have too long to wait
Hopefully, he is champin at the bit, and coming through my gate
So, if you are out there boy
Hurry it along!
Come on strong
And Christine is the name
I'm the only p..y  you need to tame
This may sound rather lame
But I'm really quite serious
Even if it sounds rather delirious


Details | Free verse | |

Terror Beyond Imagination

I’ve become stagnant, unmoving
I seem to unmake everything near me
What once was, is no longer true
I harbor terrible feelings of imagination
I bear the unthinkable in my chest
I must carry heartache and tears
The world beyond makes no sense
And I am in the center of all chaos

Russell Sivey

I picked this poem as my favorite due to it's depressive nature and gloomy feel where the poem is filled with wild imagination and strong visualization. I can write some really gloom and doom poetry but none that I have written are really this good, to this extent. This poem is my favorite poem(for now).


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

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

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

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


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

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

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


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

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

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


Details | Ballad | |

Josette, Drive the Faerie out of me

She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me


Details | Concrete | |

Blurred Reflection

Mirror Your heart Shatters to shreds You splinter me Your reflection haunts me forever I reflect on you I don't wanna lose you I am snowed under by your rejection I don't wanna lose my head But, I love you forever You haunt me Your reflection... Tramples my infection Your heart Blurs


Details | Lyric | |

Man In The Mirror

That man, who is that?
He looks weird with that face, flat
Why does it feel like mine?
Why doesn't he look fine?
Is that a reflection of me?
Impossible, can't be!
To him, let me try to talk
Maybe even take a walk
This man I need to understand
Where's he from? What land?
I start to ask questions
To him, they sound like rejections
Yet, he never answered
He only felt flattered
After me he did repeat
All the questions, till I admit defeat
He looked at me with an evil smile
Stared at me for a while
I didn't know what action to take
This unpleasant feeling, I had to shake
I know I got to be strong
Must understand, no matter how long
I have to wait
Patience is a good trait
Maybe he'll fade away
And for sure I'm going to stay
All that didn't seem to matter
His image would never shatter
I try to find a place to hide
To him, my secrets I can't confide
Yet, he knows them all
Every detail, no matter how small
It creeps me out
I want to scream and shout
But people would think I'm insane
Even if I make my story plain
No one would believe me
For I'm the only one who can see
That man and his weird eyes
They’re colored with lies
Scanning every detail
Always without fail
I tried to read his emotions
My trials were met with demotions
Please stranger just leave
My misery, why can you not weave?
There he is, standing still
Chaining my free will
An image never getting clearer
That is the man in the mirror


Details | Free verse | |

Stand Up And Fight {Poetry In Motion}

a womans humanity remains strong
regardless of the victimization
simply stand strong to opposition





Tribute To Abused Woman
Never Give Up The Fight


Details | Free verse | |

Time Within the Rain

Dismal the rain
     defiant rain
drags me away from beyond
     then
until now.
Unquiet skies grey by
     the utter absence
of time.
And time, my love,
seems evermore to
     never end.
Disturb false whispering winks
     with the sweetness of your caress.
Fall deeply in the silence
     of my pretty mess.
Hold my small box of tomorrows
     in a strand of thought incomplete.
And I will calculate the loss of you
     as the cold settles round my feet.


Details | Sonnet | |

Nightmares

I wake up screaming, sometimes crying.
I simply can't tell which side is lying.
Is it me, or is it my brain? 
I can't deal with much more because it drives me insane.
I see visions of horrible, gruesome things.
Like people who've been chopped to bits, and little dead kids that sing.
I can hear the music playing and it scares me to death.
I try to run away, but I get sicker with every breath.
I see people I love and others that I've never seen before.
If I ever see those strangers when I'm awake, I'll freak out, I'm sure.
Why do I have these nightmares each and every time I sleep?
Have I not cried enough tears for people I'll never meet?
I'll never understand it, but I guess I'll have to deal.
It only gets to me this bad because it all seems so real.




Details | Couplet | |

The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


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Doors Of Death

Open up a hall of nothing
And wish to peer inside
With doubtful eyes and naive legs
You move closer to the doors of death
And I sit still, in a shadow crying such silent tears
Hoping you'll turn around and that your fate will differ from theirs
The stacks of skeletons I watch over, day and night
For I am death's companion and friend
It isn't hearts I break, its souls I help take
And you shouldn't have wished you were dead

Tip-toe
'Creak!'
Freeze
Hold thy breath and take another tiny step
What is the point of this, this is the end
I laugh cruelly, nothing stops me
Does it reach you, send a shiver running through your fearful spine?
Letting the cackle echo, I take another soul and then wait for more
Shout out the words, the last the youngster will hear, I scream out:
'Idiocy is what brought you here my dear philandering fiend! To the last place you'll ever walk.'


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Doubt Clouds My Mind

I'm standing outside!
As rain droplets fall upon me while I wonder about you...

Now as I walk around in the cold
With no umbrella on me...
I wonder what exactly you're doing right now
But then I get overvome with doubt
And beat myself around...
Thinking why I should even continue onward with you

So I continue to stand out in the rain but crying
Screaming out loud! I don't think that I can go on
But even if I really wanted to break up with you
I just can't! For deep within my heart
I still love you just the same...

Now as I ponder the situation
It rains much harder...
And it justifies the doubt that I'm feeling now
I don't think that we're meant
To stay together...
Because I'm a coward and I can't go on with you

As it continues to rain down upon me, I'm crying
Crying out loud! You don't need me, go elsewhere
I'm not good enough for you so go find someone else
So leave me! It seems that I can't
Even tell you that to your face...

I realize that I'm acting too immature
But I can't seem to follow my heart
Maybe because I'm too scared...

So I continue to stand out in the rain but crying
Screaming out loud! I don't think that I can go on
But even if I really wanted to break up with you
I just can't! For deep within my heart
I still love you just the same...
I continue to stand out in the rain yet still crying
Screaming out loud! Why did I even choose you?
No matter how I may doubt and push you away from me
I can't seem to! Because I'd be lying
To myself for I love you...


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The Glass Palace




A beautiful princess all dressed in white
Stands alone in the still of night
A vision of light in a palace of glass
If she takes a step it all may crash
Down, down so she may never get out 
From underneath the horrific drought
Her precious soul she tries to save
But what her eyes see is so very grave
Don't move, don't breathe, it's all at stake
Wait, this palace is not real, but fake
It's an illusion of a life her heart dreamed of
That was never blessed from the One above
So how could this be a palace of truth
No, just a dream born of youth
So she stands very still
This place so cold she feels the chill
In the core of her soul
She longs for someone to hold 
The picture looks so perfect so pure
But look closer, look at the core
Full of lies and dark deceit
How will she survive the defeat
It's falling, falling all around
She can't bear the twisted sound
Of the crashing walls as they tumble down
Her pretty smile has turned to frown
She rushes out of the dreadful place
Her hands over her weeping face
How foolish she was in her palace of glass
She falls to her knees and prays this will pass
Then a tiny voice inside her soul says "stand tall
Don't look back, step away from it all"
She obeys the voice and walks towards the light
Her heart knowing she has won the fight
Tears stream down her face
She thanks God for His saving grace
Her glass slipper shatters but she does not bleed
Cover me Lord, this she pleads
He brings her to a place of peace
From her palace she is finally released
She stands now with her broken crown
But she is not sad, she does not frown
She glances over her shoulder at the shattered glass 
And realizes this too will pass
She feels the warmth of His brilliant light
And she now knows what is right
She thanks the Lord for all His love
As she looks up she sees a white dove
She says goodbye to the emptiness
Finally her soul can rest


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For All My Pain

Your blood is what was Sacrificed And in Blood we Shall Bathe No more pain nor more hate Will be shed for me ...This is only a desperate dream A slight tender touch on the largest of wounds can leave you screaming for an eternity Dreaming of an escape, A friend from a figment of dark a world from the abyss of my mind Set to fix all of your transgressions Every time you left, abandoned, stranded, forget me A human heart has a limit but It's only I who is left to blame Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Everyone turning against me I can't keep living a lie like this Lost In Life When death is the only hope Nothing is left to stay But the Fear of being afraid Let me lose this Let me enter another world Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain


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The Sandman

It's the sandman now
Who brings me the dreams
Full of imagery
Full of memories
Full of you

It's the sandman now
Who helps me to remember
All of the beautiful things
All of the beauty
All of the beauty that was you

It's the sandman now
Who never lets me down
Always bringing passion
Always bringing happiness
Always bringing love since you're not around

It's the sandman now
Who always brings me hope
Never to disappoint
Never to fail
Never to stop dreaming


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UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER

So confused----nothing feels right but wrong
All I've dealt with for so long
Has blurred in with every sad thing else there is to see

I don't know what to do....
I'm at a loss for everything 
including you

Long, long ago
I thought you made me for one 
Now others knock at heart's door........
They will go unanswered

Alone in the cold of the dark
With all their own little broken hearts
They wait for what will never be; to hold my hand and be with me
And their burdens too are more than I can bear

One sweet face
Is blood stain painted into my soul 
His addictive voice
Resonates throughout my core 

I hear him crying 
I hear him screaming
I see him falling

With him I'll always be crying
Hoarsely, wretchedly screaming
Reaching out into the dark for him
but feeling nothing

This pain will never fit inside 
The grief has grown too much for me to hide
Mourning for the dreams in me that died
Anguish for a man who's dead to me 
but still alive

One big happy carnival of sorrow
That love will never fix
Nor will tomorrow

Mindless, mutilated hearts
Condemned to crimson drench the earth 
wherever we stagger
Miserably alone....
Unhappily ever after.


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A song to the Night

(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 
Felt her presence compelled the light. 
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Spelt  at her feet old'n rhymes so bright. 
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 


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where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief
The moments of comfort are short and brief
the darkness engulfs all of my senses
like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions

maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end
what i wouldn't give know just for a friend
my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on
i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone

laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket
don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket
even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion
inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon

this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak
so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak
i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face
the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place

if theres more after this life has passed me by
ill wait for you all on the other side 
i hope I've left fond memories with you all
you kept me standing after every single fall


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Purgatory

Sitting in a room
Filled with darkness and gloom
Only I wish
To leave here soon

Yet locked are the doors
The sound touches the ear
A sound of devilish laughter, and terrifying roars
Is all i can hear
Where am I?
Where have I gone?

Is this place where
I truly belong?

Not sure of the path
My soul has chosen
Hazy and unclear
My thoughts seem frozen

Everything seems
Like one large test
Despratly i need
A good nights rest

Yet the sound of evil
Is knocking on the door
Can they do anything
Possibly more?

I'm at a crossroad
with two seperate paths 
Yet which shall bring
a reason to live once at last
Judged by everyone
Criticized by all

Still i am standing

Still walking tall


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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My Dying Days

i wish they were here
i don't mean to speak blasphemy
but the truth is
i got nothing to live for
except my talent
my money is gone
plus my friends are too busy to listen
to a man who used to run beer through their throats
and then they would sing, together


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreamer

You may have some great ideas,
Feel like changing the world,
You’d like things to run your way
(Wouldn’t it be lovely if your dog’s tail were curled?)

You feel that there’s much, too much, war
And malnutrition and poverty should go.
That the arms race is the bane of mankind,
And streets painted with terrorists’ gore.

You are sad at the pollutionary havoc
That mankind has brought down on its head,
You weep tears for the blighted landscape,
And wish back an Eden instead.

You’d like it if men were one family
Living in harmony and peace,
Striving towards nobler ideals,
Their varying conflicts to cease.

I know we’d all like to play God,
To change things, have powers without limit.
But since we are just playthings and fleeting
We can wish and wish and just dream it.


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The Dream

~A tribute to “The Slave's Dream” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


One night the slave had a nice dream.
And in the dream he was just free. 
He heard sounds of freedom's bold scream.
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And saw the light of liberty's gleam.
No more felt flesh by whips just bleed. 
One night the slave had a nice dream. 
And in the dream he was just free. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Her

On a far side, the darkest corner of all,
lies beyond a length, a life in enthral,
Always in their rings, the mourning bells,
Oh! but not a sound leaves that torrid hell !

In hollered ire,  weeping waves they ride,
a flood of torment, eyes always they hide,
caught in treacherous trap, a soul will subside,
hollow promises they, always in echo inside.

A quest it gleams, for a truth in chains,
cells corrode, in screams those torrent pains,
words they savage, a mind becoming insane,
And in her sacrifice, this game of endless slain.

A slave in use, in their game of relentless greed,
heart moans in gore,  where they ruthlessly breed,
ageless dungeon, bound by spell , in lies her unheard pleads,
and without soul or two to grieve, that life slowly recedes.


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THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The curse

When love was tortured
She was silent.
She was repeating words in mind.
Her eyes were looking up at heaven,
And there was no tears sign.

When love was being murdered
She was silent.
She was reminding herself of
All the moments when
She was smiling,
When happiness was real for her.
There was no pain.

When the blood appeared, and
Her last breath was gone,
Thunderstorm and rain came out
From heaven,
Darkness was called to go back to earth.
God cursed people and said:
“You will pay for your sin forever
Without understanding
You will feel nothing
Believing it is real”.


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Rosaline

Moonlight shines down on my cold, pale face I am alone, her raven calling, I am disgrace Falling as the willows weep, I hold her in my arms as she struggles to breathe Rosaline, my one love divine. You are sacred You are mine Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Happened that Grim reckless day when the shadows began to play Beauty detonated in my trust No more, no more will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Sorrow cuts it's way into my heart It is the locked key, the one you keep Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline So leaving this Tragic scene I vanished from Rosaline's sight Nevermore will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Enchanting she sang to me, in the everlasting light of peace My beautiful siren walks again Goodnight my Beautiful Rosaline


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Cadeyrm - Battle King

The battle hardened warrior
stood solemnly upon the war torn land
the battlefield before him covered
with the life's blood of his warriors
battle armour, sword and shield
lay strewn across the land.
Flags fluttered in the breeze
as grim testimony to the fierce
and bloody battle which before
his very eyes had been bravely fought
with his fellow countrymen giving their lives
for that which they had sworn to defend
the very land upon which death now ruled.
His warrior Queen by his side
her allegiance to him the same
as those who had come before her
she swore to give her life, if called upon
for her Lord! her King! her Husband!
The ground, soaked with the blood
of warriors young and old
lay open before them
like that of a bloody wound
received victouriously in battle.
The once pristine beauty of the land
upon which they now stood
lay clenched in deaths mighty grip
a stark reminder of the ravages of battle.
With a warriors cry long born of anger
his sword raised to the heavens
he vowed his life's blood
that those who lay before him would be avenged.
As he turned to walk away
he heard the shrill call of an eagle overhead
this was to him a sign
felt throughout his very soul
that his cry had been heard
and he knew he would be victorious in his quest.


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Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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Hope

Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.

I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.

Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain

Only you and I can make 
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow

Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain


Details | ABC | |

An Old Man Thoughts

 "I would like the people to always remember me
beautiful and young.
With a strong body and nice skin.
I would like the people to remember me
fresh and active.
Like a sporty teenager with rich shiny hair.
I would like to stop the time
at the best moment of my life.
But now it is too late.
I am an old man.
The price for all that
I wished to have had was hard.
I had to die young..."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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A Shot In The Dark { Narrative}

helplessly he stumbled 
through the door
holding his bloody chest 
Mother gazed into 
her fourteen year old eyes 
and just knew that he was up 
to his old antics of gang banging 
Yelling and cursing did nothing 
to wake this kid up 
Mother's tears flooded 
like an open gate 
she wondered 
where she went wrong 
raising him 
for he had the best 
of everything 
a home a job an education 
anything he wanted 
or needed 
was right at his fingertips 
maybe having only one parent 
in the household 
or just not enough discipline 
now she stands helplessly 
over her young sons 
lifeless body 
lying on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood 
all that she could do now
was to pick up the phone 
and call the police 
and the morgue 



Tribute To Children


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Deadly secrets

Dilapidated and faded,
Together they made it.
A house to a home,
If only she had known...
The darkness that lurks and dwells
deep within
Consuming, confusing and
Consoling his sin.
The secrets he hides are not harmless,
In fact,
The secrets he harbors are clues to his past.
Dark and shamed, he keeps them bottled up
Never popping the top to see what comes up.
He closes his eyes and pretends it's not real,
Consumes drink after drink 'til he can no longer feel.
But she has no idea of the monster he hides,
Her friends warned her.Well, at least they tried...
But when you're young and 'in love'
'Love is blind'
And her belief always was,
'True love is hard to find'
So she smiled and ignored them, played off their words,
Thinking to herself," Him..? A danger.. how absurd..."

Together they lived in their 'love' filled home,
The monster in him, becoming more tempted to roam,
He fought to keep it buried deep,
Night after night, alone, he'd weep...
'Til finally one day she confronted him,
Asked him about the words her friends had spoken.
" Beat his last girlfriend until she could no longer breathe.."
"Then he bathed in her blood as he watched her chest heave...."
That's what the girls had told her...
And after she mentioned it... she seen his anger...
His blue eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade of red,
Her heart stopped as she seen him, her soul filled with dread.
He raised his hand and struck her face...
"You let the monster out now! enjoy HIS face! "
She will never be seen again...
The news just says..."Both vanished... without a trace..."


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REFLECTION

future of an unforgettable past,
mirror reflections of an outcast.
unaffected by society,
ruled by the unruly.
righteous by the unholy;
constricted by choice,
nearly forgotten and lost,
hindered by the proud,
reflection so loud.
a mere shadow with no meaning,
no way of knowing.
moving in an aggressive way,
different in everyday.
emotions reflecting what you were!
concerning about your emotional tears.


Details | Free verse | |

Life is right here

Life as something
(something) it has no word to explain it
It may be infinite or it may be nothing 
Is it there or is it imagination 
can it end without it beginning 
Is it life or evil know as death 
Not knowing if came from the past or is it from the future 
But it is known as something that can take but not give 
It's force is limitless everyone knows about this something 
Because it's there and here Right in front of you


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Cannot Fathom

The unimaginable 
The thing that is most inhabitable
Weary of loneliness
Scared by rejection
One without the right correction
remember perfect you are not
And realize how hard this war was fought


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Possibility

Stuck in this body
My mind starts to think
And examine the possibilties
The possibilty
That I am alone
The possibility
That I am hated
The possibility
No one cares
never does my mnd
Examine the possibility
That I can be loved


Details | Free verse | |

Take

Take my love like a lit cigg, puff it and smoke away.


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What may it take to reply

..
What may it take to reply
A apology after another
A sweet chocolate
A poetry of praise
A Joke to laugh
A bouquet of flowers
A shower of reminders
Or just a though that
I remembered you
What may it take to reply
..


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The giver

i stare at this blank page in 
front of me
and think
i am the only one out of sync

living on this narrow plain
nothing ever changing 
everything always the same

day in day out
everything perfect 
no worry or dout

its summer year round
but theres no color
 just constant sound

into the ocean i want to drift
my life feels so empty
But i have a special gift


i have the gift to feel
i am told special things
they tell me what is really real

they tell me of a time
where people would beg and 
steel

my gift helps me see
i almost see color 
but im alone 
because its only me

im alone and lost in a perfect 
world


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Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.


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The Truth of an Angel

An angel passed by me 
                     With a broken smile that I could see,
A tear fell from her eye,
                      A tear that made all my feelings die,

She screamed, facing the sky,
                               Her words almost made me cry,
She said that the world was a lie,
                               But she never  told me why,

She powerlessly fell down on the floor,
                                And I couldn't hear her voice anymore...
I looked at her bewildered and confused,
                                But at the same time I was amused

From the angel that feels the pain,
So now I know that I am not insane...

Everyone feels the pain in this life...even an angel


Details | Free verse | |

jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


Details | Narrative | |

Domestics - blue berry pancake

Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping, 

Brown now, peeling, ripping 
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,

Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!


Details | Free verse | |

Harrowed

My eyes grow heavy and my sight is blurred;
I fight for wakefulness but steadily cede ground.
I am being drawn down,
seduced into the abyssal realm of sleep.

Wandering these moonlit halls
I stumble upon oddities unending,
my slumbering mind rife with mysteries,
falsehoods and problems; no solutions in sight.

Scene after scene plays out across my field of view,
colors and sights impossible and astounding.
They obstruct my battle for consciousness,
my struggle to escape this nightmare landscape.

On the off chance I win and make my exit,
the awaiting reality grants no reprieve,
no relief from the hell
that stalks my every motion and thought.

When even the eclipsing state of sleep
provides no rest, no sanctuary,
and awareness drains you of life;
what is left?


Details | Haiku | |

Shattering

My heart is shattering,
Shattering like falling glass,
Can't be healed,
Created by my best friend,
Can't heal this shattered torn heart, 
Can't put it back together.

Why can't you see Caleb, I
need you to be here for me,
Please stop this shattering
In my heart?

Please heal these wounds,
Heal this heart,
Make it pump blood,
Again, make it perfect.

Shattered heart,
I'm gone forever,
Six feet under is 
Where my body remains. I was buried alive.


Details | I do not know? | |

One Single Stupid Second

It’s so funny how 
One moment everything is fine.
The sun is shining
The birds are tweeting
Just another perfect day.

And in one second
-one single second!-
Everything you have worked for
Everything you live for
Crumbles away around you.

You were
Having fun
Laughing
Singing
Playing.

Then- in a stupid second-
Everything changes.

Now you’re in 
Total hysterics
Screaming
Crying
Panicking.

The car came down too fast.
There was no way he could have ever
Seen it coming.

He crossed the street 
Just at the 
Complete wrong time.

Then he’s gone.

Breathed his last breath 
Just a second after
His head smacked the ground.

People were praying.
Others were getting people
Out of the way of the 
Paramedics.

But I knew he was gone.

You can feel it heavy in your heart.
You can feel it twisting your gut.

And part of you just knows
He is never coming back to kiss you goodnight.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

Laying here in this field,
Alone
Rain drops begin to fall
The moon so full and bright
I can see the drops before they land.
This rain feels as though its cleansing my soul
Purifying old memories, 
Old emotions
Washing my old and weathered state
For hours I lay here
In this grassy field
Drenched, to my inner being
The rain slows
Til it stops all together.
I open my eyes to see
Beautiful clear sky
The stars flickering
The moon so vibrant
I stand
And I know the rain washed away.....
Nothing


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hollow Shell

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


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Unspoken Heat

unspoken heat
surrounds me
the white pillars
turn to gold
i rise above the clouds
and the moment untold
the sun has this crimson light
i lie here and i cry
i wait here so patiently
for a voice to maybe whisper
years go by
here i lie 
no rescue
not a soul to tell me why 
nor my imagination
unspoken heat
surrounds me
the moment remains untold
on this cloud so patiently
not a sounds heard or made
only bright crimson light
shines down on me 
lonesome once again
bot a body nor a speck
in sight
the smell of nothingness
builds up
not enough oxygen left
to breathe
unspoken heat
kills me
here i lie
on this cloud
left to die
here i lie 
now i'm risen


Details | Free verse | |

Life as it was

Kids admire butterflies
in history magazines and science
journals, wondering where they
vanished to. The price of a honey
jar is equated to that of an emerald;
life is not as it was then….. 

By: Teddy Kimathi

Published in: Literature Today Journal, Issue #1

(The first issue of this poem was themed on man's relationship with the environment.
My piece shows how life might be in the future, if we don't take care of our environment. Our actions today, will determine how the future will be, for our future generation.....)


Details | Free verse | |

Death Awaits Me

It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits!

Hey listen to my tragic story
One melodramatic story
The one that even I hate to remember
I had lost my wife!
My only real love in life!
And my children would soon follow after her!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I have no hope left in me
Lost my house after my job
And soon I had been forced onto the streets
I have been starving for days!
Crying tears of blood!
Then finally I submitted to the darkness!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like karma came back to haunt me
Taking everything that I once cherished!
It seems as if the darkness was like a veil that
Covered and kept my heart away!

Death Awaits...

Now that I've been corrupted
There was no way to stop me
I had all the power necessary to live
However, I cried for help!
Terribly crying on the inside!
Hoping for a release from this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!

I felt like an empty shell
One taking space and frail
Asking for some salvation or a way out
I'm tired of living!
I don't need this life!
Not if I am to be left alone in this world!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits!
Death Awaits! Death Awaits!!!

It's like I held my life in my grasp
But then it all got taken away suddenly
It's like the darkness is slowly dragging me
Into a cold and dark oblivion!

How I wish that I could fade into the
Darkness and have death carry me away
But it would seem as if I'm made to
Suffer for eternity...
I've done what I've coud to try and
Take my own life away but I've failed!
So I'm on my knees begging the
Darkness to take me away!

Death Awaits! Death Awaits...

I call upon the darkness to do me a favor
I pray that my prayer will be answered
Take my life away for I want to
Be with my family once again... 

Death Awaits...


Details | I do not know? | |

Dream

Her eyes are like moonstones that glow with a faint light Her warmth envelopes me with a feeling that's so nice She trust me with her feelings and i trust her with mine Ignoring the haters as our hands entwine Chills spread through me with her every touch Her eyes look at mine as they fill up with lust We laugh as we walk in the moonlight When she is next to me everything feels so right My mind empties with each and every kiss Eyes mirror mine, she's drowning in bliss She's my angel sent to me from above Together forever enveloped in love All of a sudden everything goes black I open my eyes and realize where I'm at Sadly i get up and gather my school things The love that i felt was only a dream


Details | I do not know? | |

Smile

Alone you walk?
Is that what you claim?
Maybe it's you who's left it this way?

I've seen pen to paper write
the deepest of thoughts
and the darkest of secrets

It's been too long since our hearts did beat
a bliss filled sense of numbness
yet we find it only in ignorance

I'll walk alone, yes all alone
but only to see you walk
hand in hand in another's embrace

So allow me to take your lonely path
and I'll smile as I give you away


Details | Rhyme | |

The Choice

Disappointed and angry on myself I am
Couldn’t just let this feeling go away
That annoying test I have to take again,
But I won’t let go so easy of this dream.

The moon is watching with stiffness,
Just a couple of stars appear on the sky,
My lips are getting heavy and dry,
And I can’t do anything, I am worthless.

I need to drink to wash it all away.
I must evade and destroy my way,
‘Cause nothing can make me better,
And my heart is getting colder.

Walking on my bicycle with speed,
I’m thinking of you and nothing more,
Just this road to cross it I need
And getting to that place for sure!

I can’t see myself apart from you,
Or you not laying next to me.
I think I need you now and badly,
This is perfect, you love me too!

Then your scream I heard
I am wordless but I do not fear,
To you I cannot get, it’s hard,
It’s almost darker than everywhere.

I entered the nearest little bar,
Looked on left, looked on right,
Something’s holding me up tight,
I am letting go of this thread.

So there I was, on the road again,
On my bicycle, and it started to rain,
On my way back home, alone,
No one’s going to stop me then.

I hopped that once I’ll get home,
You’ll be there to easy my pain,
And then holding each other again,
My heart will be no more alone.

But some friends I met tonight,
And they asked me to party,
I could not refuse a friend on Friday,
So I stood with them all night.

How could I forget about it?
You needed help, and so do I,
I’m sorry that I had to hit,
Your soul and leave you to die.

It was the hardest part... the cost...
To have a choice and not to choose
I had one love and now is lost,
Like my soul, and my mind I lose.


Details | Free verse | |

Dagger

Once again,
The dagger makes an appearance
As this dagger has hurt me, many times before.
The stabbing-like agony this dagger brings
That penetrates my being completely
At every chance it gets.
Sometimes the dagger, 
Removes itself from my heart
But is never fully gone.
Randomly and often
It pierces deep into my core
and twists from side to side
Reopening the wound
Before I have had time to fully heal
This dagger of torment
This dagger of immeasurable pain
This dagger that forever remains
This Dagger, my steadfast foe


Details | Free verse | |

Lost in Thoughts

Sitting to the side
Lost in her own thoughts
You watch her think
And see different emotions
Flicker across her eyes
And as you try to guess
What exactly she is thinking
She looks you in the eye
You feel her looking into your soul
And you are frozen
It seems like eternity
Until, she smiles
Then continues to get lost
In her own thoughts


Details | Free verse | |

Feeling Never

Freedom to the left
freedom to the right
free to live all day
free to suffer in the night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never
gone and gone

see to the left 
see to the right
see the sun all day
see your bloody night

chance is clever
one on one
long endevor
long so long

empty to the left
empty to the right
empty ship all day
empty heart all night

sail forever
on and on
feeling never 
gone and gone


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Prose Poetry | |

FLAMES

Nobody knows my story
I don’t even know my story
I sit at the window
Gazing at the raindrops 
That wriggle their way down my sill.
I wish I had been given more grace
I wish I had seen the grace
Nobody knows what happened
I don’t even know what happened
Had I murdered her?
Had I let out her spirit?
I wish to remember
Yet I do not want to know
My story is not forgotten; it just doesn’t exist 
Or does it? Only in me?
An illusion, a mirage or a dream?
Who knows my story?
I bet nobody knows my story
I still remember her scream
Piercing through the walls of that tower
I still remember that mouth,
Too tired to utter words
It was only the tongue 
Alive enough to lick that blood
Blood that tickled
Freely from her forehead 
She had stared hard
As if to tell me what?
This story runs endless
This story is timeless
It keeps arresting my thoughts
Should I have helped?
Could I have helped?
When I was frozen?
When I was rooted to that spot?
When I could do nothing
But to stare back?
I do not know my story
I have no idea what it sounds like
It happened too fast
In one split second
Right before my eyes
It all went up in flames…


Details | Ballad | |

HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



Details | Narrative | |

The assasination of Margaret May

The wind was blowing,
as the car was going,
across the hills ; across the vales
the night seemed young , as each nightbird sung 
to the moon there long and timeless tales.
Then, at midnight hour
the chauffeur rested, his iron fists upon  the wheel.
There it was,
The mansion of Margaret May, 
whose life tonight I shall verily seal.
I approached the moors like a silent hound
I scaled the walls then climbed the mounds
And though the night was dark and still
I still saw the great house upon the grey hill.
I scanned each wing like a wolf would see,
a sheep as it feeds with humility,
and yet it was no prey, that I was to kill,
for the hounds, they now bayed upon each hill.
The moon gleamed its mischief upon the terrace;
And it shined, like an unearthly thing,
it gleamed its sorrow upon my face,
and wailed its scorn, against the human beings.
I entered the house 
the doors were not locked,
so I opened them slowly and its  walls they did talk.
They spoke of devils and demons and familiar kind;
But I did not see them for my soul was blind.
I took out the weapon and its barrel shined,
by the light of the moon thay was now declined.
And having climbed up the ladder,  to the rooms upstairs,
I found  May just finishing her prayers.
She turned around and I gazed at her eyes;
How could such beauty be 'bought' to demise?
I dropped the weapon,
no bullet could shred;
The flesh of the mortal,
that before me was spread.
And yet she would die for the world could not accept,
what in this masion was hidden and kept.
She was not lustful but lust itself 
and yet I could not stop myself.
For I had no soul,
I had no sin,
I went for her throat, and held tight her chin.
She did not struggle;
She did not plead.
Rather she smiled, till I had finished the deed.
And left her silent;
And still upon her bed,
and there she lies smiling,
but her heart is cold and dead


Details | Free verse | |

Bullies

Invisible - Unwanted
Broken - Bruised

A life once so pure.

Now only full of fear.

Tunted - Teased
Hit - Aubsed

A life once so peaceful.
Now full of hate and anger.

Bullied by those who thought it'd be fun.
Chased by those who thought they could do anything.

A childs life, taken/stolen
Parents, never knowing of what's going on.

Until.

It's too late.


Details | Verse | |

Seem Not To Even Care

Its not like I asked for this
It’s something else besides
But knowing there is no way out
Just tears me up inside.
It’s like suffocation
Like drowning on dry land
Impossible, not really
On my knees for I cannot stand
You make promises and break them all
Crush them into dust
Moving on isn’t helping
To just leave things in the past
Burnt down to ashes, black and cold
Another day goes by
Another day in which I mean naught
Left on low, not on high
I do not beg for this torture
To be left out on my own
But you make it seem like that’s what I want
And again I’m left alone
One day you’ll pay the price for this
And regret it everyday
You deserved it for what you’ve done
And that’s all I have to say
You make is sound like it hurts you more
That you’re the victim here
Truth is you stand by and watch me cry
And seem not to even care
 


Details | Ballad | |

Sacred Lorelei

The night has befallen me Rescue me, unchain me Sacred Lorelei Bleeding a passion of royalty Forever I'll follow your Argentine cloak with the most deadly pacts beautiful Witch Sacred Lorelei Tell me did the ravens Hear my cry My misery's plea Sacred Lorelei Was this all just upon a dream Lucidity becoming reality of my Sacred Lorelei A fiat of darkly desire from a most beautiful witch unchaining the burden of my misery All for my Sacred Lorelei


Details | Free verse | |

Carnival Planet

Attractions
Bright lights everywhere

Distractions 
Noises fill the air

On this carnival planet
We’re all searching for something
But some will find nothing
And most have no clue where they’re going

I’m just another one of them
Another blur of movement passing by
I’m just like all of them
Another face, another insignificant life

Blend in 
Fade out
Breathe in 
Breath out

Sure, I’m searching for something
Truly don’t know where I’m going
But I don’t think I’ll find you there

Deep down inside
I’ve locked myself away
The keys are long gone 
with my lost fantasies

Now I’m more in love with all alone 
Than I could ever be with you

I’m so full of my own empty
I no longer have room for you


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Through Rose-Shattered Glasses

Here I am

On the brink of greatness

Unable to take the first step

Here I am

Standing on the shoulders of giants

A legacy passed on by baton

Here I am

Anxious to hear the starters gun

Deafened instead by the silence

Here I am

A race of slave workers

Who built an empire

Here I am

Climbing out that valley

To that mountain top


Details | Imagism | |

Happy Being Alone

Its  time for celebration, Fun n frolic all around,
Everywhere is merry time;
Red, green white color of season.
Its jingling bells, beautiful trees.
Tis Christmas!!!
Snow all round, All happy &gay 
Tall trees, decorated with bells, stars, good luck charm et all;
Misltoes hanging, stockings filled.
Yo Ho.....Santa's coming!!!!
May be wishes coming true.
Happiness all around 
Ask a wish & its fulfilled.
But whats the use..??
All like this day except one.
Even that person used to love this day .. but now not more.
Earlier used to wait to arrive
would be double celebration, Christmas & B'day
On that day lamp lights were burned around midnight,
Chatting, thanking, praying, seeking blessings from near & dear ones,
Those were the happiest yester years of that person's life.
Now no dislike it.
As usual awaiting for the big day, but 
Major let down came from close people,
Quarrels, argument happened.
And many more...
Though it wasn't that persons fault.
Most awaited day was a worse day mare.
Immensely hurt-but only that person.
Made a firm decision-not celebrating with near-dear ones.
May be only few friends-true few ones.
Even foes seems to be better now,
Loved ones seems distant to me.
Indeed that person distanced own self from them
Distancing away was not what was wanted, 
But circumstances were proving that.
Better to be loner than among with betrayers & cheaters
U will feel that person must be wrong somewhere,
Without a doubt for once person is right.
Now don't have any regrets,
No sorrow.nothing
Just happy being alone.
No awaiting for next X'mas...
With a ray of  hope.























Details | Quatrain | |

The Sordid Affair

There's money___then there's love
Looking back at him __desiring 
Brief encounters above
Husband's comments deriding

So handsome fire__home ice
Guilt, shame, remorse____desire
One last glimpse maybe twice
Marriage but children__can't transpire

Inner turmoil__wishing
Should I walk away now
Turn turn around running
We'll say the wedding's vow


Details | Lyric | |

Fly

Don't you wish you could fly? Don't you wish you could fly? Decisions are capable of control, Then you feel like a mole, Deep in the ground, Far away from sound. Things get you down, You can't fit into the crown, You lay in front of an ice cream shop, Your friends are playing ninja in the handicap spot. You feel like you want to cry, Don't you wish you could fly, Fly, fly away, to a place far from here, I don't know what to do, But I still miss you, You're sweet and pure, You're my only cure. Now I want to fly away. Dreaming of a beautiful land, When you dug your feet into the sand, I get beaten, When your so smitten, Because you're not mine. You feel like you want to cry, Don't you wish you could fly, Fly, fly away, to a place far from here, I don't know what to do, But I still miss you, You're sweet and pure, You're my only cure. Now I want to fly away. Fly, fly, fly. Fly like a butterfly, Away from troubles, That make you cry, When come in doubles. You feel like you want to cry, Don't you wish you could fly, Fly, fly away, to a place far from here, I don't know what to do, But I still miss you, You're sweet and pure, You're my only cure. Now I want to fly away. Flap your wings and, Fly.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've dreamt of the Gate

there's no time for smiling anymore...
Death cascades along the waterway-
She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips

''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me
My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go?
She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows

I awake-
The morning is new

The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart


Details | Rhyme | |

A lost desire with hope

Just as I laughed, I cried

Just as I Thought, I lied,

Buried alive my emotions, I dried.

 

Just as I found myself, I again disappear,

Just as I geared up to fight, I got clear,

I am so down to earth; everyone instils inside me a fear.

 

Just as I got friends, I gained enemies,

Just as we united, we fall in dichotomy,

Understanding malformed to persuasion, relationship soaked in folly.

 

Just as I held hands, I slipped,

Just as I was kissed, I was cribbed,

Anonymously trapped in relation, my integrity got killed.

 

Just as I grew, I got condition,

Just as I flew, I got illusion,

Fallacy overpowered truth, I earned delusion.

 

Just as I tried to change, I got resistance,

Just as I hold to cry, I begged persistence,

Just as I transformed self,  I was gifted “Isolation”.


Details | Free verse | |

Technicolor Jazz

Technicolor jazz
melts my minds fatal noir landscape
while Kerouac beats call out from the abyss.

The last stand-up tragedian hoping to take his final bow,
is told about the all you can eat buffet 
over at the King's Table, he makes a killing.

The soul coughed
and God punched out at 5
echoing in the abyss.

All that can be drank is drunk
all my beds have been made 
and I am too tired to dig my own grave.

To the sad clown who was wandering
looking to make a killing
I told him to find an all you can eat buffet.


Details | Free verse | |

When Stars Go Blue

Oh a lonesome star I am 
Hemmed in darkness, desolated
I twinkle; I glimmer
For my beloved sea, for you

I wish I had the chance
To feel your waves, your gentle touch
But never will I be able to reach
Your yawning waters

With the horizon unraveling us
There’s nothing more that I could do
Than to stare at you
From afar, at a distance

My existence would seize more meaning
If I’d be a falling star, falling
For you, upon you
So our hearts could collide


Details | Epic | |

Reality 101

Reality has overcome everyone in today's society, even me. Everything we have believed really turned out to be a bunch of lies. It's been like that since day one. And come to think that some people are way more realistic than other people, including me and somebody else. There's always a difference between the dream itself while we're sleeping and the real world in our wake and it's always a discouraging fact. Why is it that we have to deal with reality every day and every night, anyway? What's the point of not living the dream or a fantasy? It seems to everyone that no matter what these people do, no matter how hard they try, it's always been the same and stuff. It also seems that day in and day out, reality always wins, especially when it has defeated all fantasies and created worlds one too many times. Reality has always been a part of our society since the day God has created the Earth. To be honest, some of us can deal with the real world, but some of us can't deal with reality. It's like living in a fantasy world, but filled with a bunch of lies and/or whatever. It makes everybody sad just thinking about it. and to be honest, some of us can't even try to be realistic as of now and/or then. And come to also think that I can't really deal with what's real and what's not; it's hurting me just like it's hurting everybody else. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time and energy, and it's seriously pathetic. But in the end, reality always win and we all have to deal with it, whether we like it or not. I guess we'll have to dream of something else, anyway.


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughtless

Thoughtless rantings of yesterday's sin
That's where my consciousness lives
I savor the ever growing conflict within
Knowing all too well another day's lost

I sing the songs that darken the heart
and I dance at the foot of the mountains
The music I hear will tear us apart
Yes in so many ways it's my longing

They whisper the words right in my ears
and I smile in a bittersweet comfort
they tease for the darkest of our fears
So I wait only for my next command

Such a waste of a perfect day
I think to myself once in awhile
inside my heart there is a fray
and in this fact I find comfort.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Side Of Black

I am not a hue or visual impression experienced in direction
I am not a negative connotation that stains an imagination

I am not a known falsehood in propaganda to create an opponent
I am not a tragic time embarrassing the damaging nature content

I am not a rain cloud in a psychological atmosphere
I am not a curse bursting out of sentimental fear

I am not a tactic or an ingredient of destruction
I am not a secrecy unknown or inexplicable in expression

I am not a witch craft associated with human skull
I am Black, I reside in the beautiful

I endeavor to liberate this existence out of the panorama of life
I no longer can perceive this existence of my being as a gloomed failure 


Details | I do not know? | |

Stairs of Fire

"It's hot as hell in here...."
"It's always like this for me...."
She ascends the flames
He's left at the bottom
A staircase of light
Flames have ignited
She doesn't know
This time they are real
There is no saving her
His gift is letting her go
Her life has been this
Maybe they'll go out when she does.... Maybe....


Details | Epic | |

My Door

I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters" and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of. Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I was gone and nothingness was left behind.


Details | Rhyme | |

LEFTovers

Left in my own thoughts Tarnished forever through nightmares Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots You left me…I have no choice, but to cry… I’m breaking by the seams I drink in the sorrow… I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear I’m not your valuable merchandise! Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near Don’t count on me – I’m not wise! I’m swallowed up by the churning sea… Leading me to my own demise I drink in the sorrow… I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me… No one catches me before I wallow… Pick me up from the murky waters Lift me up from the gutters Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers Dress me up and hand me some covers I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts I can’t see a happy ending in this scene – Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers… Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen Tarnished forever through nightmares My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just… Tangled up knots


Details | Imagism | |

Regret

        I do not like my face any more
	When I happen to look in the mirror in morning
	To groom myself to toil for living,
I find now a Debilitated, repelling face
Haggard , wrinkled, shorn of its earlier gleam.
I wonder, what happened to it in such a short time
The  two bright eyes now sunken deep in their blackened sockets
And criss cross lines stamped on the widening   forehead.
A sinister shadow looking back at me from the depth of the mirror
To my horror and regret, how Time wrecks the beautiful things
Adorning the spirit of the universe!
Some time  ago, how right and nice was every thing,
Looking   so bright and gay.
A smart, attractive and inviting feature
Before the metamorphosis happened
And thus brought about the doom of things, 
Now I am leading a vegetating life
Awaiting the end of my self as is the custom of the world!
              
                                                                                    Jay-en


Details | Imagism | |

Stand Silently and Listen

If you stand
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.
Sounds carried
across time and space
of wars fought long ago
and yesterday.
Battles won and lost
by men and woman
born with a fire
in their hearts.
They walk this land today
unseen by anyone 
fighting forever
battles we can't see.
If you stand 
silently and listen
you can hear them 
still today.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Who Is She

I look in the mirror and saw a sad, miserable woman, without a smile or care in the world
She was confuse, mean, unhappy, lonely, and full of angry thoughts
I ask myself, who is this woman who hates life is she real or just my imagination of someone who gave up on life. She has no motivation or feelings for others, she hides under her layer of skin, she gained extreme weight her hair is gray and thin. She refuse to let me into her life. Her beautiful smile went away, her eyes were droopy with sadness. Who Is She? She crys over and over again, never winning her battle, will she find herself or will she continue to be lost in her own shadow of sadness.  Who Is She?

Written By: Sharon Rebecca Lee , 2011


Details | Rispetto | |

madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


Details | ABC | |

The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun


Details | Acrostic | |

Death Of A Poet { In Loving Memory Of Karen Feist }

Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven

Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends






Tribute To 
Karen Feist's 
Family And Friends
   {RIP}


Details | Imagism | |

Songstress of Sadness

Hymns of a Songstress
Vibrational tone, of Sadness
So One day she'll die saving us all
But in return She can never love
for her purity is to Strong
May The Creation Guide
 the Loveless Songstress Of Hope
To the Great Divine
For she is Destin a Loveless Quest
 For our Great Survival of Life
The Path Of the Songstress is Sad
But Honorable to Have
For She is Know as the
Songstress Of Sadness 




Details | Free verse | |

Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


Details | Free verse | |

you think

You shoulders scream in pain, 
They feel they will rip from your body
Rope tied so tightly around your wrists
You feel warm blood drip from your fingers
Your legs are bound together
Knees jabbing into each other
You cannot feel your toes
The more you struggle 
The more you bleed
The pool of blood surrounding you
Gets bigger as you weaken
In this room of your impending death
You begin to tire
Weaker and weaker
You think
You don't like bondage anymore.


Details | Rhyme | |

Him or Eggs

You picked this day to die
My hair's a mess
I'm really tired
Stopped at the super market
Needed some eggs to make a pie
You didn't say what time
I guess I really didn't know
Should I wait around awhile
Or were You ever gonna show
These eggs, they have expired
Guess that's just the way it goes
Things do require
Things do expire
If someone noticed I suppose


Details | Free verse | |

Leaves of Illusion

They see flying elephants in the air;
some sighting of the living dead are reported too.

The world has became a slave; leaves with no weaponry
army, or conscience, have tied even the strongest of men. The world
now is akin to the dark ages, where the name "death" was crawling
on the lips of almost everyone.

Spirituality has become hard to understand, just like grasping rocket science;
walking on the streets in nakedness has become a usual thing...... Man's future
is hanging on the balance. Thanks to people who legalized marijuana throughout
the world.


Details | Epigram | |

I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Sun and Moon

SUN/MOON Enraged flaming sun, engulfing all he can see, throughout our toil. Passive the moon glows, chilling all she can caress, so softly we sleep. Sun and Moon live on, destined by the hand of time, Yin-yang forever. Contest: HAIKU HODGEPODGE ... TRIO ... 24/1/2012 M.Mahauariki © 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

conversation with my weakness

Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn 
just for the smell 
of me.

Don't fight just pick 
me up, tilt me 
over so you can 
fill up.

Don't stop, what for? 
With me theres always 
room for more and more.

Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I 
sense your weakness through 
your digestive stare.

It starts with the 
thought of me now 
your begining to consume, 
and I enjoy as 
your pain starts to resume

No one can stop 
me regardless of what 
you thought, I'm the 
beast that destroys and 
brings down your fort.

It's funny cause you 
know my secret yet 
you act like you 
don't, from me to 
you I can't care 
and I surely won't.

Others probaly wonder who 
am I? I was the 
one casted down from 
the sky in the form 
of a bottle I 
simply destroy lives.

It's so wonderful that 
you already know this, 
yet the choice you 
make is to give me a kiss.

The love for me 
is so strong, you 
try to turn away 
but seriously for how long.

I wish I can 
say with me you'll 
win, nope. No life, 
no love, just me 
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse 
and gin...


Details | Free verse | |

The Ones Who Bleed, Scar And Move On

I wish and I want
I take and I take
I plead and I need

Why does eveyone think the world revolves around themselves
Just worry about nothing but ''Me, me, me!''
There's a splendor of encounters out there, places filled with new experiences
You'll have to wait and see
That the heart ache and the pain
Won't ever get the best of the voice within
And the world doesn't revolve around me
It revolves around the strongest, kindest, purest of us all

You wish and you want
You stand forever and to yourself, you must stay true
You wait and you wait but nothing seems to ever await you

The ones who kept fighting and never gave up,
The ones who had every reason to wish for death but kept themselves alive,
The ones who'd never believe just how beautiful they are,
On the outside and inside,
The ones who bleed and scar
And move on,
The ones who are thankful for not having a backspace button in their lives. . .
'Cause everything makes you who you are


Details | I do not know? | |

Do you not see me

I'm standing right in front of you, i'm the one with words loud and mute.
I swallow the truth, 
and spit out the lies,
But you still don't see me.
I carve designs of disgust to my body, and eat only pills of toxin and acid.
I am a ballerina, dancing my way through crowds,
floating on clouds and flying through the sky with my beating wings.
I light myself on fire and burn into a new soul, leaving ashes of memories behind me.
I run through a meadow of poisonous flowers,
and beat myself up for every calorie i stuff down my throat.
I yell in your ear at the top of my lungs and i stomp my feet, but you still don't see me.


Details | Free verse | |

34

I
Silence
the most deadly poison of all
The sin i play with when i'm alone
   II
A piercing scream
echoes throughout the night
Another time, it is mine
screaming at the top of my lungs
but nothing comes out
just a strangled cry

Throat closes up
cold, bony hands clasp my neck
air stops
can't breath
can't move
nor think
vision growing dim
growing black
cold motionless
trying to break free
but fail
   III
white and black keys
a simple way
to express my mind
soothe my nerves
one of the few places
where i belong
   IV
What are you looking at?
you see the scars?
never had the blade rule your perfect life
everything was handed to you on a spotless silver platter
But everyones not like you
perfect; that gift
Why are you looking at me?
Never seen anybody like me?
so low
had to fight and bleed
to get where i am
and even now it is nothing
never was and never will be
anything
(always) an outsider (outcast)
an emo (depression)
(hear) voices (Hello I'm Back)
She isn't pain right now
She is inspiration
my words that flow from the pens black ink
She paints the picture in my head
Both good and dark
but she seems a friend
this spirit in my head
this being
she's nicer
nor causing any pain
no fresh self inflicted wounds
   V
my love
my life
my every tear
i shed for thee
i long for thee
wish your presence
was by my side

my heart is icing over
needing your warmth
to chase the chill away


Details | Rhyme | |

Black Heart

The black mess of a heart that was
is filled with incompetent flaws
ablaze with memories so sweet
now doused with a soul incomplete

A face so bleak the features seem inept to it's face
a mind wandering to many an imaginary place
a limp body not affiliated in any way to the mind
because in this black mess of a heart the good is yours to find...


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes II

There she is the false image standing quietly
She is just standing looking at a beautiful flower
She notices her passion of earthy desire
Something is happening she burst into the sun
I look up as her hands grasp my face
Her sea blue eyes gazed at me
Her warm hand and then a bright light blinded me
I went down on my knees and cried
The salty water dropped on to the ground 
I live by the ocean so deep
I do not know how to swim
By the thought of a beautiful look 
That made me shake
With fear in my head I saw those Sea Blue Eyes
I cannot restrain myself she burst into the sun
What is going on is it just the feeling of being left behind
She was a desire and now I have none
Driving nuts and insane what will I do
Believing such a image is a dream
I walk on the sand by the ocean with flowers in my hand
Raising it to the sky and trying my best to lure her
The image came close 
It pulled me into the ocean I was soaked
What a lonely human being I am
I grope the sky with such desire
I look pitiful and look anguished
What horrible feeling I have to pull the beauty that is nature down
The wind blew one day the image once more appeared
A young woman standing beside a flower with deep Sea Blue Eyes
Looked at me a glance of hope and happiness came
I reached for her and all of a sudden I fell into a deep sleep
Months past they had told me that I jump off a cliff 
They explained that the flower patch was by it
I realize heaven and earth cannot be reached with out a sacrifice
With meaningless thoughts I would wonder of to the cliff area
To see the ocean were it meets and ends
I was told a story long ago that the feelings of the ocean can seep into your soul
The trend of this story came shortly after some deaths
I was fooled the lady with the Sea Blue Eyes can manipulate anyone
Ladies and men, she is an illusion of the utmost desire
Blaming everyone human kind knowing they are lyres
The ghostly images that creeps everyone is oneself
Desire falls upon those who are lonely 
Believe of the unnatural becomes science
The Sea Blue Eyes is no lie cause they have been taking souls
Through century they have been taking souls for tolls
I stood once again near the ocean reaching to the sky
Lonely I was ready to disappear 
One day she not the lady of the sea it was the one I knew
I was blessed that day she embrace me 
I then fell into a slumber of bliss and desire
Now I just hear voices and I am paralyze down
A disappointment I was fooled once more by the Sea Blue Eyes 

To be continue.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tell

What a wonderful day it was
When no one was watching the stars but us
Holding hands under the shiny sky
Watching the stars in each others eyes

You made me love my life
I even wanted to become your wife
You became the reason of my happiness
You got me out of all my stress

But important things took you away
You said it won’t take you more than a few days
Please, do hurry and come back my dear
Cause these days are passing like years

Telling my secrets to the rain
Telling without him I'm going insane
Sending letters with birds that are immigrating
Sending kisses with spring’s soft wind

Tell him stars how much I want to be with him
Tell him about him are all my dreams
Guard him angels from any harm and enemy
You know how much he means to me

Tell me moon how is he doing?
Is he happy or in need of anything?
Bring me his news every night
Don’t let me sleep feeling not all right

Let me know sun when he comes home
I'm sick of being all alone
Wake me up with a beam
Then let me tell how much I've missed him 


Details | Rhyme | |

The dull green light

Amongst the bark of trees 
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost

The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.

It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes

The dull green light never was and never will be.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Weary Night

What do I feel?
It's His smile that I want to steal.
Why do I still feel the loneliness?
I just need someone's caress.


My heart is pounding,
In this weary night, my tears falling.
Can someone hear this cry?
All I ever remember was your sweet goodbye.


Is fate too cruel?
Why does it allow my emotions to dwell?
So now, I'm calling unto the stars,
Hear me out, Heal my heart's wounds and scars.


I've been lonely for years,
find someone who can wipe these tears.
Erase the bad memories for me,
And allow me to really see.


Oh cold weary night,
let me see the real light.
And let me sleep tonight,
But let my only dream hold me tight.


This is me calling unto the brightest star,
I'm the girl that watches you from afar.
I know that this world is wide to find that certain guy,
But let me have that chance to know why love is the reason why.


Details | Free verse | |

Symphony of Halt and Home

I cannot challenge such attributes.

I cannot outshine.

I cannot compete.

By what you choose to value I am dim, unpolished and of little worth.

And so,

I lay down my weapons this night.
I concede this fight.
I offer all that I lack just to keep your attention for one minute more.

To say,

I will not fight this battle any longer,
Blood against Laughter and Moon against Sun.

I will not keep you chained though courtesy or guilt or sense of duty.

I am not for this, I withdraw.

I give up on this world.
It has bested me and I am exhausted from fighting for it, 
Against it.

As it never was, so shall it be again.

A One, whom never belonged, returned from whence it came.

Simple truths, like flame, extinguished in every hidden door.

Home I go,

Only Hope that I know,

For this World I have nothing more.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Lost Hope

I lit a candle touched with scent of lilac
Settled in the old chair then leaning back
Just a flicker of the candle and a hint of moon
Eyes closed only shadows in a darkened room
Willing myself to hold back the sting of a tear 
Trying desperately to smother this awful fear
So alone without anyone at all to care
Opening the bottle looking down, I stare
At little white pills that might take this all away
Little did I know life might end this way
Empty, used up and discarded as an old shoe
Simply give up is all I can think to do


Just imagination!


Details | I do not know? | |

Muse

Pet
Petrified
In a corner

Images are what memories are made of
Sounds add audio for your tears 
Precious feelings of the horrible never forgotten 

Sit here—listen, this is how I feel
Do you reckon I am now what I remembered I was
Then…
Then knees scrapped, wild hair, grass stains, 
Sunday dresses, shiny shoes…

Let’s play dress up 
You’re mine
 Muse 


Details | Haiku | |

Why the People Died

          Who understood them-
The waves- clinging to their feet.
                    Nature's fatal force.


Details | Free verse | |

The Written Word

Such wicked fools, 
What angry, half-crazed things they are
Such despair sticking to them
Around them and through them
Difficult to be certain about
How they have fared for so long.

Such violent buffoons, 
What dramatic, forgetful things they are
Such regret spilling toward them
Behind them and before them
Problematic to imagine
How their mistakes continue on.

Such loving simpletons, 
What brave, tender souls they are
Such passion within them
To end and begin them
Hard to know
The depths of their love.

Such magnificent dolts, 
What imaginative, dreamy-eyed things they are
Such creations flow from them
And I, one among them
Impossible to understand
All that is contained in every one.


Details | I do not know? | |

my morbid fairytale

"I Guess Mama warned that there'd be days like this,"
but what she had failed to mention was,
Its really just some deep abyss.
Swirling,
Black,
Devoid of any bliss.
Just a Cyst,
Never letting you forget,
Everything that you have missed.
The Devils kiss,(or dead mans hand)


"Ill tell you a story children,"
If you promise not to cry,
For this is my tradigic tale,
A Modern Lullaby.
About a girl so unhappy,
She just really longed to die.
But its ok Baby,
No need to shed no tears,
She wont be missed by anyone,
there's no one that thought her dear.


"Cause' in this life there are no fairytales,"
No "Happily Ever After"
There are:
 No Dukes,
OR Dwarfs,
Or talking Mirrors,
there's no one to come and save you.


Now eat your apple,Deary,
Cause' the woodsmans on his way,
with nary a fairygod parent to come stand and block his way.
Cause' last I heard your prince got lost,
while riding in the wood,
but its ok,
at Grandma's house,
He met some new girl..with a hood.


"You Need your rest now Sleeping Beauty,"
For the clock is striking 12,
And No dream can last forever,
Like the prophecy fore-told. 
Cause mice cant pull a carriage,
And all step-parents are right,
And shoe's made out of glass...
Come On!
"You really thought they'd last the night?!?"


"So go ahead and dream someday,"
your prince will surly come,
While I'll stay awake in the real world,
and know such thoughts are dumb. 
Written by-Erin Anderson


Details | Grook | |

Debt

It was collected with deal
It backfired with glee
Refunding with pain
Casting away the gain
Sweats burrowed the furrows
To move,we borrowed the barrows
The barons gave the limit
The fire cackled in the pit
I am hot from pursue
I'm told I''ll be sued
Who will stand for me?
It is debt!
And I am incepted
And I am shamed
That's what debt does to all.


Details | Free verse | |

Unabiding Ritualistic Radiation

A ritual born as radiance toils straight forth from my center eye threatening to overshadow everything that you are like a bad cancer that takes life from afar that takes back what was never given and return what was never there as a sign you truly care if not now when, how and where? I can't feel back very long I can't send back what went wrong I can't sense that in a fog that's encircling so many pawns A blue baby is always sad just maybe there's more to that his happy gland broken, he hopes it back pick up the pieces then glue them intact I am more than a maybe but less than a yes more better than average yet far from best at least not the worst its reserved for a time when I give up trying and pay all an unpaid mind A care these days is hard to give a bad decision is hard well lived a stare unknowing to spark a burst that sets off a chain into random verse that starts a seance of heavy chanting until blood and sweat build from heavy panting I'm alive, survived where others fell went in and came out of the wishing well with more than just a fist of pennies I let loose a wish so pretty it will radiate now for years to come why do I wait forever when twenty eight years have come and gone?


Details | Ballade | |

A War Part 1

DAWN

Disagreement the reason of the war
Day, place and time is set
Arrangements begins. Arsenals are emptied
Recruitment had finished, training almost done
The day comes, marching begins

In a very orderly manner, the two opposite sides
Line up on the far ends of the virgin field
For some hours, some marchings are done at both sides
News and strategies are being spread by scout men
When everything is set the war is set.

Commandant Generals of both sides
On their horses meet at the middle of the fertile field
The favorite side ask his enemy to surrender
The enemy refuses, the generals moves 
Back to the top of the hills to give supreme orders.

Artilleries are loaded, infantry fix their bayonets
Squadrons check their lances and sabers
Common soldiers fear for their lives
Sergeants suppress their fears ready to act on orders.
Brigadiers, colonels, and captains ready to give order.

Signals are given, “fire!” Artilleries twenty at once, vomit deaths
They land, they uproot they fertile soil. Guns in the air,
Hands up, heads up mouths up all down. Voices of agony were heard.
After two rounds, the opposite withdraw not retreat
Thinking they did they move forward, the opposite attack


Details | Free verse | |

Suicide Dogs

Dead dogs in the streets,
I know why,
Internal organs spilled,
inside out, now outer-organs everywhere for all to see,
If things could be like they were before,
There would be no whimper's or sigh's,
A pup that is most played with is always glee,
No, you do not forget what it is to be a pup,
Tickled and toyed with chasing after masters,
Grown and forgotten with iron gates and wooden doors now shut,
You have felt the swift blow of repudiation,
What a disaster,
Forced journey’s now taken to nowhere,
Throw-aways that nobody care’s for stray in flocks,
city streets alluring calling them as they swagger along and find a great big scare,
Flashbacks of their puppy years torment them and they stumble along in shock,
Dogs crossing streets in traffic to find sanctity,
Alone, recollecting distant gaieties searching for hope and that far gone scent,
Car’s trampling bodies like insects snuffing lives out, 
over and over the sounds of cracking bones amplified like the ringing bells of a 
church,
Without pity,
suicide dogs, a sea of bloody mush,
Noticed, now, with only the head and snout intact by pedestrians,
With their snouts wide open as if to speak or yell. 	
They, 
Now,
Listen! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Hide and seek with life

Two realities.
=
“You can never give someone something 
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on 
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like 
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide; 
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah 
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar 
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage 
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be 
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent 
is eaten. We are there. Waiting 
for a predator as entertainment.  

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Who Loves Ya Baby {Footle}

Love starts
    From heart
           
Sown daily
      For my baby

One look
  Got hooked

Only twelve
 Southern belle

Were apart
       How tart

Lives with dad
      Oh how sad

Shes my baby
    Quite the little lady


Hope she understands
      This was not in my plans

For God only knows
   As my tears flows

Please forgive me
         My little Jenny




Tribute To My
Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut


Note -

Due to my unknown illness my little girl
lives with her dad and it keeps me from
being a full time mom to her for when medicated
I lay in a unconscious state up to 9 hrs I been suffering
for over 20 yrs now and there is no cure just ways to make
sickness bearable with injections to tush lol


Also Entry For
John Heck's
Love It Heals & Hurts Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Return To Dust

Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn . When the dirt is unearthed and spirits breathe again, taunting demons will reign as frozen screams pierce the wind. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The porcelain hand grazing the box, a bloody knife into the flesh of the only one I've ever loved. Wake from your silent slumber, whisper the words so sacred so somber. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. I won't say goodbye. I dare not cry. A voice hauntingly quiet will shout in my mind. Give me a chance to fight away the wicked words. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The ghosts of my past breathing down my back. The bitter silence fades into screams. A mourning moon sighs in disapproval, I never meant to leave. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. Shadows melting into the dark. Apparitions haunting me as I turn to find the light. Twisted lies cause me to trip, and so I fall helplessly, deeper and deeper into the serpent's blackened venomous pit. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. A fallen angel looms above the stone, confining the gnosis. Give me the courage to sleep in the arms of death, immortal I lie, chained within a hollow coffin. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. Despair beckons a world enchanting. I fall into paradise, the breath of innocence surrounding me. My body numb and lifeless, I surrender my all to you. I need only the key of sorrow to lead me through. Until the casket falls. Until the last soul is called. Until the final breath is drawn. The solitude is euphoric as an illusional cloak of silver spiders swallows the last soul. Goodnight black rose of eternity. Goodbye dearest gothic phantom. Tonight the earth will again consume me. I'll return to dust when all is done. When the casket falls. When the last soul is called. When the final breath is drawn.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Hushed To Silence

Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
   Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
   Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
   The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
   To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 21, 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

Daddy

I really don’t know where to start 
 So I guess I’ll just say what’s in my heart 
 I want to tell you a story 
 About my dad that I never got to see 
 He was kind and good and a brave man 
 There were many like him who left to fight in another land 
 Like others who went before 
Everyone prayed that they would be back at the end of the war 
That men would come and leave no more 
He never came back again 
 He never saw my life begin
Never saw my first birthday 
 Or take me to school on my first day 
 I grew up wondering why 
Why didn’t God pass my daddy by 
 To let him come back home safe to be 
 Home to his loving family 
I’ll never feel his loving touch 
Or hear his words telling me he loves me so much 
 The dad I long to see is in a picture in front of me 
And yet I know he will always be here in my heart to comfort and guide me


Details | Free verse | |

Hell in Mind

It’s an exquisite,
excruciating, brilliant

Hell in which he lives

An agony, a
torture,
the finest steel badger’s trap

Deep inside

the arid zone

It’s a blasted, 
blighted,
bloated desert drought
filling his head
behind his eyes,

Alive only with
swirling-dervish dust-devils
and skeletal,
giant tumbleweeds

Attended only by
the incessant, bereft
and tortuous screams
of a burning, banshee wind


Details | Imagism | |

From emptiness to nothingness

I stepped through the door in to emptiness
Empty rooms all around, empty nothingness
Even the cobwebs appeared to be empty
Dust everywhere, yet no footsteps showed
As I walked across the darkened room.
Dust swirls started dancing all around me
To the point that I couldn’t see in front of me
Yet I seemed to know where I was going
Each room I stepped into seemed emptier 
Walls were on the verge of collapse all around
Windows broken in various stages
What was that? Something scurried away
No light to see, not even a ray of sun 
Again another empty room, even more so
Then the others I had passed through before.
Suddenly, a glowing light paused before me
Across the empty room, against the wall.
It hovered with nothing above it or below it
It hung like that for an eternity, then was gone
As if, I imagined, it never existed.
Perhaps it was my imagination playing tricks
But no! I believe that it was the soul of the house
Finally finding its’ way to escape the darkness
While I! not realizing that I was to take its’ place
As the house in its despair seemed to close in on me.


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to Sydney's Piano

I wait here for her return silently sat
With a lonely and quiet sigh
Standing there with a lamp that
Is perched on top of my head high;

My keys ache to be
Played by her
Soft, small hands to see
Notes ringing out to stop the burr;

Different songs at played each
Time she sits down
Whether to let emotions out, to tell a speech
Or just to practice the sound;

Soft music played for her peers
Or loud music will
Echo in my ears
Until all is still...


Details | Free verse | |

Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


Details | Senryu | |

What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


Details | Free verse | |

So Hard To Find Him

Sixteen years of searching,
Its done me no good.
I haven't found the right man yet,
A man who shows that he loves me,
Who protects me
And who is dangerous.
I read about this man,
But does he not exist?
It's so hard to find you,
Edward Cullen.


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Blank Walls

What do you see when you look

At a wall?

Most of us see nothing

But white.

They see no pain, no emotion, no grief.

But for those of us

That know what it is to be

Abandoned, heartbroken, unloved,

We see all the stories that wall

Could tell us,

If only we would

Stop for a minute,

And listen.

Just listen.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

Do you hear them whispering

To you while you sleep?

They're trying to talk.

They're trying to tell you

What they've seen,

What they've heard.

Stop for a minute,

And listen.

Just listen.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

They're exploding

With information,

With knowledge.

Stop for a minute,

And listen.

Just listen.


Details | Quatrain | |

Kiss

Swimming deep in the ease inside my bed-
I sift through dreams that drift inside my head-
And kiss the storm that's deep inside my core-
where dancing in the rain is not a metaphor.

Slept through love, and slept through it's collage-
turns out what was real, was a mirage-
And kiss the pain that's deep inside my core-
because where there was a Miss, there is no more.


Details | Free verse | |

Help, Ache, Scream, Mirror Me, I Am Only Human

Help.
Wish for it all you want, its not coming, you are all alone.
Ache.
The feeling inside your heart you can do nothing about with the fear you've shown.
Scream.
Is what you feel like doing but no noise comes out, 'cause the pain is too much, isn't it?
Helpless.
You've made yourself this way. Painfully anxious about what is ahead of me. . . I am this.
Myself.
Is who I have to blame for everything I have done.
Mirror Me.
It is my own refection I look to when searching for whose at fault when everything goes wrong.
I.
Do not hate myself but I am close to who I'd hate to be.
Human.
Someone who isn't me and will never be the same as me.
A break.
Give me one, I make mistakes, I'm just one person in a world of hate and I'd rather just be happy.


Details | Free verse | |

I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

Reverie

I’m afraid I can’t see
Past the blindness in me
It covers the hurt most obscurely

Matters not if I try
My sub conscience is sly
And it continues my journey so wry.

If I followed this mind
It would hope to find
Another so great and benign.

But soon I shall see
That the narrative in me
Has thee lost within its own sea.

An ocean of knowledge in kind
Has left me so far behind
So normal thoughts no longer spring to mind.

March 2005


Details | Ballad | |

'It's A Cold Night - Cowboy'

I was driving home in my Pick-up
When I saw something Strange…
… a Cowboy Sat atop His Horse
Calling Someone’s Name

He trotted on the Moonlit Trail
The man’s Face, held no Shame
As Tears were rolling down His Jaw
I saw this, Very Plain…

I could tell He was A-Hurtin’
Something was Mighty Grim
I pulled up slowly Beside
… and I asked Him …

Cowboy … It’s a Cold Night
Why are you out on the Range?
There aren’t any Cattle Here …
And There are no more wild Mustangs

It’s a Cold Night out here Cowboy
For you to take a Ride
It’s a Lonely Night out here Cowboy
With Nobody at Your Side

It’s Somethin’ you never get Used To
You can Fake it… like You Do…
… But It’s a Cold Night out here, Cowboy… Come Inside…
It’s gonna’ get Colder, Soon… You Better Hide…

… At First, He looked at the Night Sky
and then, He Turned to My Face
and Underneath the Shadowed Brim
His Eyes looked Hard and Glazed

He said, “Hon, I’m a Rare Breed
I get Real Lonely in Town
I’m More at Home, where I Roam
and Hear the Wolf and Rattlesnake – Sound

I was Once a Rodeo – Star
Now, I’m just a Wanted Outlaw
And there ain’t Nothing You Can See
That I haven’t Saw …

… except, My Son,
 By my Ex-Wife – Annie
She Married my Once Best Friend, Sam
They Raising My Boy, Will,  to call Him Daddy …

… and I ain’t Seen my dog, Quickdraw
In 10 Days …
… and You Think, This Cold-Spell, Could Bother Me?...”
and then, He nudged His Horse, and Galloped on His Way…

… Well, by the Time, I made it into Town
There was a Real Big Traffic Jam
Police had Blocked Off a part of The Road
and then, I heard… ‘Bam ! Bam ! … Bam ! …

… it was then, I saw the Riderless Horse
Standing Still … but Untied
And The Outlaw, Clutched His Chest
… as He Died  … …

… and the Dog, Quickdraw, was Whining 
by His Side …

It’s a Cold Night out here Cowboy
The Prairie Breeze was Singing
It’s a Bad Night Out Here Cowboy
The Midnight Stars Were Blinking …

They Knew You were Headed into Town
So You could Face a Final Showdown
To try to find some Heat to Warm Your Heart
… was a Cold Night, when You Decided to Depart


Details | Free verse | |

A Battle Tonight

A bottle of spirits, to hide in tonight,
The loneliness has overtaken,
What once controlled did I.
I know what you are thinking,
Don’t do it, it’s not right,
Hang on, think of your goal.
But goals can be shattered,
Like any other dream,
Sometimes to the point,
You want to scream.
So let the black wolf that is after me,
Come find what he will,
My guns are loaded and ready to kill.
He chased me tonight,
Like he always does,
But this time catching his prey just right,
Gouges and scratches in my back so deep,
I wanted to cry,
But could only weep.
The pain went all the way to my heart,
Digging and tearing it completely apart.
There is not much time left of this life,
For I have given up on having a wife.
Now I sit here waiting for the wolf,
Big black and furry, cannot be mistook.
When he gets here, we’ll fight like devils
His presents near, get ready for battle.


Details | Rhyme | |

Her Love for Pain

She’s in love with pain because pain had her back
She appreciates pain it showed her how to react
You gave her pain and it made her stronger
No more rainy weather just better summers 
She understands you now
You loved her more when she was down
 Isn’t that how the world works?
She didn’t get the picture the first time
You’re not here to stay
Suddenly she creates an invisible wall
And finds it impossible to allow the next to love
She’d rather die than love again
From the start you were never loyal
The pain explains the tears shed
Not grasping why she had to fight this battle alone
She decided to put your love on the bottom shelf
And now she’s in love with Pain


Details | Free verse | |

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


Details | Free verse | |

A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.


Details | Blank verse | |

Daydreams

She stares out the car window
Solemn and quiet 
Compared to the heated argument 
That just erupted in the front seat...
She daydreams
Waiting for the day she can leave;
Get away from this living hell
Far as she can run
Make her own decisions;
Her own life
Out from under Daddy's thumb...
Its always the same;
The fights, 
Then stony silence for days
The hidden bruises
The pain-
Physical and emotional hurt-
Hypocritical lectures from 
''The Master'' (Daddy)
Ruined relationships;
She lives with a broken heart-
Broken and half-way healed
So many times
It feels like it was never whole-
Tears trickle down her cheeks
She quickly rubs them away
Before Daddy sees.
And she daydreams again...


Details | Free verse | |

murmur of the wind

she feels cold, chilled,
as though an icy frost
has blanketed her..

it is mid summer
the sun is scorching
vibrant hues of orange..

yet she feels numb
her pain is not visible
to the naked eye..

she is silent, without words
all she hears is her own murmur
unaudible sounds; they frighten her..

the flapping wings of a crow
startle her, it's massive black wings
seemingly come straight at her..

the lull of the waves soothes her
she feels safe, cocooned, mesmerized
by the vastness of the sparkling ocean..

it is at this moment
she feels a strength from within
a murmur in her soul speaking to her..

guiding her, comforting her
letting her know she is not alone
as the wind sings a melodic tune..

she feels a comfort she thought long lost, 
never to be felt again
while the murmur of the wind sings to her..

as the chill slowly subsides 
a flock of snow white geese 
dance gracefully in the rays of the sun..

she feels a warmth from within
as she giggles at the tickling
of the sand squishing between her toes..

where darkness once lived
she now sees a glimmer of light
from the sky, ocean and murmur of the wind..

she laughs and gleefully shouts
"i will be ok", i am but a mere speck of sand
tenderly guided by; the murmur of the wind.


Details | Ballad | |

And Nothing Else Matters

I never opened myself this way,
I try to hide my evil everyday.
All of this I can't just say,
My darkened bed is where I lay.
I lived my life without a care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.

I want to run away never looking back,
Prove all the people wrong talking smack.
But I can't bare to witness this any longer.
Take me to a new home.
I can't find it to care,
A place to hide please take me there.
My emotions paint the walls with darkened splatters,
And nothing else matters.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Frankenstein

Have you forgotten all you taught me, Dear Frankenstein? Let me remind you Of of how we came to be this way:::... Dear Frankenstein I'd just like to say Why I finally went away From early on You taught me well About omissions and lies And doing them well An omission is not a lie I learned early on But you changed your tune When you thought I had gone You failed to instill The difference between You and me And the ants on my feet So an omission I made To you one day Because also you taught me Withholding information is key You called it a lie And stood silent for days Well guess what? You pushed me away You changed your mind When you called it a lie And a whole lot changed On that night My hero, my saint Held up so high Dear Frankenstein You fell from the sky Hit the ground Landed on your face Embrace the change Nothing can be the same Now you roam Amongst the rest With an H on your face For Hypocrite And a Hypocrite You will remain Because monsters do As they are trained In no time since then You said I'd lied Because I trusted you To see inside Silly me I made a mistake When I trusted you Again today Never again Will it happen to me Trusting you Is what dug your grave Every monster has a Frankenstein We are born as clay And shaped by your ways You wanted a liar An omit-er A tool You got what you asked for Ten fold, you fool Betrayed by your monster You sent it away And expected it would learn But return some day Stupid you You hypocrite You fool! You started digging that grave The day you taught your monster To think for itself It's own ideas to make And in translation You fell through the cracks No decision was made About who to respect Dear Frankenstein I must say I'm not sorry You pushed me away Learned a lot this time About trust and disdain Surely you know That you dug your own grave It was not me Who chose this fate Dear Frankenstein ... You made me this way.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Puppet

A girl lived her whole life.
Forever held, on puppet strings.

They bound her hands,
so tightly, and wrapped round her legs.

No movement she made,
was voluntary, she was never in control.

She was controlled by others,
at their mercy, doing whatever they asked.

The world around her was noisy,
deafening- with people asking for favours.

She could hear these voices,
even in the silence, that never really was.

She never uttered a complaint,
she was silent, about these endless duties.

When she locked herself up,
those tender tears, were seen by her mirror only.

But no matter what she did, she never,
could lock herself away from the strings

Until one day the word grew silent.
She closed her eyes and sighed,

*and then, she was gone.



*NB, alternate ending (last line):-

The strings fell, and she was free.


Details | Ballad | |

The Premonition

a heart ache i felt
before the start of the day
a premonition i felt
what is it, i could not say

turns out it came true
turns out almost everything went wrong.

my results turned upside down
all my best reputations are gone

my chance to earn some money is not allowed
it was not a chance for me to earn

because i did nothing in the end
because every blessing will go away with a burn

it is sad that the premonition was confusing
it was sad that i could not see what it was supposed to be

it was too bad that the reality happened unexpectedly
until it happened, the event is what i will see

the premonition was unexpected,
i was only able to feel


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgiving Moon, cruel Morning

This is my lunacy
All day I sit, sit, sit
In dark
Waiting for  some straying star
To indicate the night.
Oh cruel morning
Snatcher of dreams
You do not enlighten me
Must I always look 
upon myself
In such harsh light?
things are clearer 
black and white.
You cast shadows 
That loom about the day
Like an iron weight
Around my feet,
How can one feel complete
when half of me drags on the street
behind?
My spirited shadow
Whom nobody cares for
Walked all over
My shadow and I
Till the night sky
Elevates her to some wall
Or ceiling,
The moon is altogether softer
Healing the burns of day,
Forgiving moon
Who hears such horror
From the mares 
we  can’t keep at bay,
my lunacy then,
is  to sleep under your watchful eyes
until you slip away.


Details | Free verse | |

Paints The Sky

She paints the sky with white and blue, 
With a stroke of her hand, a paradise for two. 
She paints the sky, where our love reigns true. 
But now she paints the sky with shifting clouds, dark colors, shades, and hues. 
What has happened here, in our paradise, just me and you? 
The sun has set, in this idealistic world, now bleeding down the canvas, lost and untrue.
She has raped my sky, with lines, foreign colors, and haikus. 
She riddles me lies, promising if my heart stays true, 
The sun will rise again, in this monstrosity, built in the minds of we two. 
Next time she strokes the brush, I expect bright colors, shades, and hues. 
But this time something unexpected happens, 
This time, 
She paints the sky, 
Monsoon.


Details | Verse | |

Limiting the Mind

I look around
I only go shallow
A Four Walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
Deep thinking brings sorrow

It all seems so simple
There was a time when so it seemed
When I was sung to… twinkle, twinkle
Now, I'm searching how to be redeemed

My Mind dwells and dwells
Searching for the balance between reason and desires
But I fear my mind has fell
Beyond reason, to a mind-torturing fire

I kept falling
Now to a completely different
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
I look around
But this time, I can't go shallow
To my left lies the universe, making no sound
Only pointing to the wall
Coded with answers
A language human-kind can barely understand, so vague
But I try to decipher them, trying to take
And control this knowledge
Here it says…
What is Religion?
What made the Universe?
What made man?
What made the atom, the proton, the electron?
And what made that…

But what about The Maker?

The language became too complicated
Suddenly, a glowing light from the wall hit me 
Got me flat on the ground
Perplexed, I open my eyes
I look around
Back to the old
Four walled room, with a ceiling, and a ground
From now on
I only go shallow


Details | Free verse | |

Old Times


It is a mind-wandering time

Remember the old times

when illusions were distinct

Remember the old times

when a friendly chat

was all we needed

to brighten up our hearts


Details | I do not know? | |

I kept you in the hard disc

I should have keep you
In a floppy disc or in a CD
It was my mistake 
I kept you in the hard drive

It may be the reason
It is hard for me to forget you
You occupy a major portion
In the hard drive of my mind

I shouldn't have that serious
Then I wouldn't have cry like this
But it happened and I am helpless
I can't do anything to change it anyway

I tried to erase you from my mind
I found it very hard to do it
You spread all over me like a virus
I may need a overhaul clean-up

Time is the best medicine
To cure this kind of illness
Move away is another option
Some may say it is coward's behavior

I should do something very soon
It is really bothering me a lot
I am thinking of many options
I hope that I will find the right solution


Details | I do not know? | |

Titantic Life

we're all just dancing on the deck of our own Titantic
 
some about to swim in the Pacific
 
others about to drown in the Atlantic
 
some staring up into the sky
 
thinking how tiny the world is
 
others thinking it's gigantic
 
some of us are running for our lives
 
some are saving our children and wives
 
some are rearranging the chairs
 
some are walking elegantly down the stairs
 
some are playing a beautiful tune
 
some are staring up at the beautiful moon
 
some are looking down below
 
some are climbing into lifeboats and beginning to row
 
some are worrying about what will be
 
some are grateful for what once was
 
some are praying
 
while others are playing
 
many are crying
 
as others are cheating and lying
 
a few are treasuring the beautiful view
 
staring at the beauty inside of me and you
 
ready for a new life and ready to start anew


Details | I do not know? | |

The Unforgiven

Now I lay here on the floor, 
Broken by what was before.

In my hand I hold a note, 
As I slit my throat.

I love you is all it said, 
The very thing that I dread.

Loving you was the worst mistake I ever made, 
I gave you everything just to be betrayed.

The pain you caused I can't bare, 
I only wish you would care.

Bleeding to my death, 
I take my last breath.

And yet the last thing running through my mind, 
Was the guilt of leaving you behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Flying

watching the trees gently swaying
in the soft spring breeze,
she wondered if she could fly,
she went to the top of the house
and jumped.
NO,
she cannot.


Details | I do not know? | |

No One Would Know

I have been oushed to the edge
Done with everything
I leap from the ledge
Still thinking of you
You tore my heart in two
I cry as I fall
From the sky
Getting closer to the ground
I know I will die
You never knew
You never cared
Blinded by you being scared
Screaming out loud my lungs start bleeding
I hit the ground, no more feeling...


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Tears from the Eyes

Slowly builds into a tear forming from with in. Sorrow, grief, and happiness of emotions build. Passion of what life is the start of what is. A rhythm of heart beat with in the tear. It builds and it grows and soon it will be flooded. Tear which breaks to make the river downward from faith. The reflection of what the eyes sees is all that takes. The river that is made is with in sin or sins boundary it is not fake.


Details | ABC | |

Nightmares

Killing essence of dreams
Lost in darkness alone
Mentally seeking safety
Nightmares like you’ve never known

Why can’t every dream be peaceful?


Details | Free verse | |

ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and desires of a Dolce Vita
mollify a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears out and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui lessens courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of  utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles sand to infuse fear.
    


Details | I do not know? | |

If Heaven Could Wait by Kenny Davis

If Heaven Could Wait by Kenny Davis

If heaven could wait
If only for a year
If only, but a slight moment longer
One chance more to hold her near

If heaven could only wait
If only just for a night
That my eyes may have a chance at one last glance
At her beauty once more in the moonlight

If heaven could only wait
If only for one last sunrise
A moment to gaze upon the majestic horizon
As the sun glistens from her eyes

If heaven could only wait
If only for an hour
Time to hold her tight
Before a time spent without her

Lord, why would you bless me with a love like this
Only to have it taken away
Can I please just have this one moment longer?
Oh, if heaven could only wait

If heaven could only wait
All I simply ask for is time
For the man who is blessed to have her heart
And for the woman proudly holding mine

Is it possible for heaven to wait?
If only for, but a season
One last chance to cherish moments with her
Please allow me this minute more within reason

Lord, please understand
Leaving her so soon, is very hard
To call up my soul from hers
Would cause me to shed heartbroken tears from the stars

Can Heaven have a time to wait?
To avoid this momentary hurt
Although I would love nothing more than to be with you Lord
She is, but my only tie here to this Earth.

After all of this pain, all of this time
I have finally found the one you have made for me
You have divinely favored me to find true love here on Earth
Only to tell me now I must leave?

If heaven could only wait
Long enough to have one last cry
As I look into her eyes, as we say our last goodbyes
Before you call me in the sky

It’s hard to say such things as this
When being with her and God means so much
I would die to be with both of them
From them, I would die for one last touch

© August 2011 k.davis


Details | Rhyme | |

My Saddest Song

In this I tale to all my tale
of the life that I’ve been through 
And if I write this tale of life
Then the tale I write be true
And if found false beyond reasonable dought
may all my name be cursed
For I tell this tale with all my word
and what left my word be worth
In truth I write in sincerest hopes 
that of it you may read
Though I pray you hold no sorrow dew
for no sorrow is due to me
The time has past that alas
my heart be lost at sea
For the tide at last has freed me of my past
my selfishness and greed
And all it left is a broken glass
that reflects my sorrow and grief 
As the fall does turn the trees to bare
upon the fall of the final leaf 
A vacant field of smoldering ash
from the casualties former flame
Is all that’s left to gaze upon
upon the battle plane
And as I lift my eyes to gaze 
and reflect on the lands fall
The coldest grievance echoes through my head
saying I could’ve stopped it all
The distant words of an old negro spiritual
begin to recite inside of me
Oh what peace we often forfeit
oh what needless things we meet
And should be should scapegoat
on what alter may our faults bare
For all this do for we do not take
everything to god in prayer
Though always I hold these words in my heart
and of them I do believe
My faith bareith not enough to trust
for my faith be incomplete
Though complete enough to sustain in you that I do believe
that you know the level of my faith therefore you won’t deliver me
And in this I bare my deepest woe
for in you my last hope lies
For the angels that were all once hear to stay
have to all my grievance died
And name the murderer who sins
name the committer of these deeds
And in that name my heart doth break
for the murderer is me
So now as I stare at the dead war grounds
of what use to be my home 
I hum the tune of the beast Jawloon 
for it be my SADDEST SONG


Details | Epitaph | |

Laurel And Hardy {Epitaph}

                                      American duo great humorists by far
                                      A famous act of our cinema history
                                     Hal Roach's most lucrative comedy stars
                                     Revived on our T.V's in movies or mysteries






 In Loving Memory Of
     Laurel And Hardy





Thanks Again To 
Sir Joseph Spence




Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary 
monument written in praise of a deceased person.  Generally, epitaphs are 
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s 
life.  They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.


Details | Haiku | |

I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


Details | Epic | |

Good Morning To Betrayal -2-

5...4...3...2......1..GO! 
Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations

3...2...1.. 
You are ready to take your first flight!!!    
To a wondrous
Space of wonders

Good morning to a space glimpse!

Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine 
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background

Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered 
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space

Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?

Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal 

The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist 
It's inspired for awhile 
Replaced with a remarkable universe
 
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations? 
Cherished as my own 
favorite memory 

Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble

Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain

Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!

Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living 

Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity

Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy 
pancake 

Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky

Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks

Put your task aside for now 
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries

Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door

Along with a letter saying:

"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"


Details | I do not know? | |

i am tired of waiting for you

I am tired of waiting for you
It’s such a shame
Let’s see who to blame?
Should I blame myself of being honest
Should I blame myself for telling you 
The truth about my feelings
Or should I blame you?
I am tired of waiting for you
It’s such a shame
Let’s see who to blame?
May be I was wrong that I liked you the way you are
May be I was wrong for not wanting to change anything about you
But it’s still not too late
I don’t want to make myself wait.  
I could change myself for a start
I should start to be smart
I should not let you break my heart
I should not wait for your call
I should not want your soul. 
You deserve not me 
You deserve another girl.
Who won’t be as faithful
Who won’t even give you a call
She won’t even care where you are or how you feel
She’ll just look deep in your pocket
That is her thrill. 
Time will pass
You will be a mess
You will want to see me 
I will put on my best dress
I will make you realize
That I am who you didn’t want
I will spend the rest of the evening with you 
And fly back to Vermont

 


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Ok Mama To Let Go

it's ok mama to let go
for the angels told me so
i'm no longer afraid 
to be on my own

it's ok mama to let go
go be with daddy 
so he doesn't feel 
so all alone

it's ok mama to let go
you've earn your wings
for god has told me so

it's ok mama to let go
i'll be waiting and watching
for your spirits aglow

it's ok mama to let go
for god exponged that cancer
and now lets you travel to and fro



Happy Mother's Day Mama {1934 - 2005 }
RIP


Details | Haiku | |

God's Tao

I look towards God's Tao.
I have walked faster than tears.
Red delirium.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreaming of Space

There was once a lad who dreamed of Mars,
of flying high to see the moon and stars.
But his heart his family did break,
when all his dreams his family did take.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dormant Luv

Far away,
in the thickest woods
where frozen mist drifts
beside the pure water springs
on soft green grass we two lay
i lean upon you 
as sky lean upon earth
centuries would pass
some bright day morn
some reckless would come and find 
two bodies glittering like crystals
arms so embodied as branches
lips so compact 
one can not dissimilar the two.


Details | Rhyme | |

Deep Within the Grave

Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave


Details | I do not know? | |

Chasing Grey

Pieces of my soul
breaking in two
 
Fragments of my heart
beating for you
 
Glimpses of gradient grey
coming into hue
 
into view
 
Shadows of me
surrounded by you
 
Relentless red
meet beckoning blue
 
color my palpitating palette that grey once knew


Details | I do not know? | |

Cage the Beast by Kenny Davis

Cage the Beast by Kenny Davis

Lord, in Jesus’ name
Please cage the beast
Causing all of my heartache
And pain to cease

Please bind these feelings
Locked in a cage
In hopes on concealing
This fiery rage

What are these many factors
Which torture me so
Endlessly causing the feeling
Of despair to grow

The fear of what should happen
If it is to ever to be unleashed
Feeling the wrath and scorn
Of soul of this tormented beast

I feel it lying
Hidden beneath the skin
Lord, keep this monster
Buried deep within

Itching to get out
And let loose its pain
Heart full of vengeance
Soul of distain

Hatred and scorn rules
Where this beast currently dwells
Hoping to get out so that it may
One day on world unleash its hell

What might have been done
Or so horribly said
For this untamed beast to claim
To hear voices in its head

Lord, all these people
Are driving me insane
Can’t avoid these ruthless images
From piercing my brain
What’s to hold me back
From my potential insanity
What’s to hold me back
My plague upon humanity

What’s to hold me back
From my destructive path
Who’s to stop me
Shall the world feel my wrath

It’s often hard to measure the depth
Of the pain of one’s heart
Exactly how much it’s been battered
Bruised, broken, or terribly scarred

It’s complicated to determine
The darkness of one’s soul
The depth of its anguish
Of its internal black hole

What shall hold the beast back
If the world pushes me too far
What’s to hold it back
If it’s free of those cage bars

Lord, what am I to do
With this agony inside
While these animalistic intentions
Darken the depths of my mind

I can only take, but only so much
I can only hold it in for so long
But to provoke this beast
Is terribly wrong

So Lord I ask you, I beg you
To continue to cage this rabid beast
In hopes that the world might continue
To live on in peace

© August 2010 k.davis


Details | Free verse | |

Divided

Divided into the pieces of pieces of pieces,
That form my fully conscious conscience
I hate that love to love
Have the ability to love to hate
But will always hate to hate
I wish I could be the over praised,
over exaggerated,
over rated normality that is blessed to so many
But me
I want to be inside the box
because the weather out here,
sucks as much as my skewed and looped perception of
Where I thought I was going....


Details | I do not know? | |

Golden Butterflies & Forever Fountains

i chased you around in circles
until we both were out of breath
you caught me a golden butterfly
and watched me as you let it go
we danced in forever fountains
and got caught up in our dreams
we told each other secrets
and made promises we could never keep
we kissed each other's innocence
and watched it fly in forever fountains
like golden butterflies sometimes do


Details | Free verse | |

A Leaf

Winters blow
until the last
until the rain
doesn't pass
and when the wind
blows softly in
it does not move
to welcome in
the joy, the wind
the words, the wind
then you will have
no suffering


Details | Concrete | |

Angel

from the wind to the rain to the sky
a woman looks down on me from the moon
her voice makes you ache and cry till there's no tomorrow
her eyes leave with regret, loneliness, and sorrow
her face makes you want to drop dead and fly towards her heaven
when she holds you the hairs on your back  want to shiver like an earthquake
when she looks at you it just only want to make your heart break
when you're with her, time knows no bounds
when she kisses you, everything is better and you'll only want her more
her beauty makes the number seven look odd
and she lives beyond the stars
silently watching from above
life has no meaning if you can't be with her
the way you want her is more than you want life
to be with her means more than all the money in the world
her whisper makes death look like paradise
her hair is the dazzling sun setting on the horizon
her lips scorn the red rose
her eyes is as a piercing blue crystal; soft but cuts like a sharp blade
her voice is a bird's song but instantly make your heart grieve like a mother's loss 
of her child to war
for me i will always love her
i will never stop thinking about her
her smile makes me melt in the snow 
she's my bliss, my love, and my Angel.


Details | I do not know? | |

Never Chary

Vincent
 
we were never chary
 
that is why we are now
 
so forever sorry
 
after losing you one starry starry
 
night 
 
when you gave up the fight
 
when you turned out the light
 
when two wrongs
 
became right
 
and that's when you
 
so amazingly gifted
 
had your burdens lifted
 
and then you flew
 
and drifted
 
out of view
 
into the hue
 
of your favorite midnight blue
 
sailing, wailing away from yesterday
 
not caring anymore what they had to say
 
coming to rest in the forbidden silent grey
 
where we miss you 
 
still today
 
now you are safe from tomorrow's sorrow
 
safe from the brilliance of your brain
 
safe from the perpetual pain
 
just let it rain 

on them
 
warm beautiful colors

on a summer's breeze

or perhaps a virtuous snow

floating delicately down

maybe then they'll listen

maybe then they'd know

You know, your beauty still paints our souls

And your roses and the daffodils

They still grow

But Vincent, you

You didn't have to go


Details | Free verse | |

To See A Dream

A rose that looks like sunshine,
Bright, but soft, butter yellow, with an edgy crimson outline,
floated in a vase alongside soft splatterings of Baby's Breath.

'Twas a gift.
It lived on the dresser;
my dresser in front of my bed.

Every morning, when the sun began to shine through my window,
the rose was the first thing I saw.

It had no thorns, it was perfect;
Perfection in a single flower:
I took a picture.
To capture the moment,
to capture the beauty before it began to wilt,
before it lost its perfection.

I would dream,
imagine that I would become an aspired singer,
that I could dance,
that I could be in the "In" society.

I would dream the impossible,
that I could be the first to count all the stars,
that I would sit on the porch with my love and enjoy morning hot chocolate,
that I could see the future God intended.

My reflections bloomed, like my rose.
They grew into a young woman of no horror in her life,
sheltered and nurtured under the love of parents and a close friend.

I woke up to my animal's playing and a resounding crash.
My shattered vase.
My gorgeous rose,
Baby's Breath and water all over the floor and under the dresser.

I cut my feet.
I cut my hands.
My rose had a tiny thorn under the wilted petals.

For you see,
I never saw the withered, ugly flower with a covered thorn.
I saw what I wanted to see;
A soft, but brilliant, yellow rose with edgy crimson outlines.

My dreams blended into the blood on my feet.
Reflections became none exsistant when I felt the pain of glass in my hands;
I saw my sheltered life sink into the puddle of water, slowly drifting under my bed.

With tears, I cleaned.
I scrubbed and threw away the pieces.
I bandaged the wounds and washed my eyes and cheeks.

Without aid,
I moved on.

Time told me of scars on my feet and hands.

All I can do is remember and glance at my framed, wilted rose;
the brittle petals cracked,
the stem a deep brown,
the thorns prominent and sharp.

I saw what I wanted to see.


Details | Couplet | |

Only if Lady Liberty Came to Life

She has stood gacefully in the harbor for years.
She witnesses the peoples happiness, defeats, and tears.

This lady definately has a lot on her mind, she definately has a lot to say.
The very momnt they end this war, will be a great day.

We must unite as one, together we all stand.
She encourages you to join her, it's easy, just take her hand.

Only lonely cold nights she had conversation with the man in the moon.
His face full of worry, and he wished our soldiers would come home soon.

She will continue to hold that torch, this being our guiding light..
She will stand for equality, and for all that is right.

She may be a statue, but she has watched over this country for an eternity, or so  
it would seem.
She stands proud to represent the people of the United States, and the American 
Dream.


Details | ABC | |

Food to eternity

And you small human being who really will know that you were here? 
After three generations you will be deleted from human memories. 
Who will know that you have passed from the earth?  
Time is the killer of  all the memories.
And the natur is your killer. 

Don't try to understand. 
Try to give, 
love, 
and share.
Life is always bitter sweet 
get only what gives to you. 
If you want more you will never be happy. 

Your life is the beginning from your end. 
Nature does not recognize you as personality, 
You are a piece of the puzzle of life. 
You are not all the puzzle. 
Your mission is just  to give life and food to eternity. 
And the eternity is the reason that you exist.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

WHEN I WAS GROWING UP

When I was growing up,
The things that I went through,
None pleasant for me,
And wouldn't be for you.
Believe in what I say,
Cause every bit is true.
When I was growing up,
I didn't have a clue.
My parents always yelling,
Moms face was black and blue.
Pushing, pulling back and forth,
I don't know what to do.
Dad turns around and tells me,
It’s all because of you.
When I was growing up,
I always smelled of pine.
Cleaning up forever
The dust, the dirt and grime.
Getting up for school
Way before it's time.
If there was a problem,
I'd pretend that I was fine,
I remember, if I didn't,
The spankings would be mine.
There was no talking ever,
I felt just like a mime.
The punishments I got,
They never fit the crime.
I even got in trouble,
For writing this here rhyme.


Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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Erudite destruction.

 I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.

The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.

The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.

I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.

Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.

I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.

I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.


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Positive Thinking Unfolded

rotten:
when you think you
live in a palace but
actually you live in a
gutter.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Rock

As the city unwinds
and street lights dimmer,
my shadow can be seen
silhouetting the river.

The water is icy,
I am lost in thought,
driven by determination,
in search of my rock.

I know you are out there,
somewhere near,
come a little closer to me;
for I am not to fear.

Your past is dark
and haunts your soul,
I  honour your presence,
you are never alone.

The future is now,
right here at this moment,
Please hear my voice
It is comfort, you once said. 

I know you feel lost
and there is no way out,
I beg you please,
to shout;  just shout.

You are my rock
the one whom I respect,
don't leave this way;
I will never forget.

My body is quivering
the fear is real
you are my rock,
I will help you to heal.

Not like this
me alone by the river,
you out there, lost,
we will get through this together.

I hear nothing from you
as the sirens draw near,
my screams now blood chilling,
though you are unable to hear.

You are one with the river
I have lost my rock,
selfish are you
for this memory you left.
 
  






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The Professor

Standing head and shoulders Above seated students Professing all he knows And much he doesn't Through squeaky chalk Bored with lessons learned Tattered black jacket collar Covered with white dust Like the dandruff Of faded knowledge Waiting for the last bell And cacophony of students Exiting for a night on the town So he can trudge through The gray slush home To empty house and Microwaved sirloin tv dinner Wishing he had a yipping poodle Instead of the silent company Of Jim Beam to while away his hours 26Feb14


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The girl of my mind

There’s no one like her in the whole universe!
No one can drive me crazy the way she does!
I would change everything if I could reverse!
I want to love her, no I don’t want to curse!

Only she can kill the beast that is in my mind!
Only she can heal the wound that I have in mind!
It seems, if I can't have her I will not find
The girl of my dream O the girl of my mind!


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold Fear

Looking out with apathy as strong as currents from the greatest seas. Destined to roam yet destinies free lost within the symphonic ballad containing all of lives mysteries. Will we ever see what we were ment to be or are we trapped within our self created Fantasy.
Screaming down from up above all of them calling "blood for blood" covering the cries from within being sure to never allow them to win. Within the blink of an eye and the burning within, turning tranquility to violence and violence will spread leaving those who oppose feeling hopless, dead. Suppressed by the sovereignty we are buried by power.In the end it's me,perhaps even we, who must begin to fear what humanuty will grow to be..


Details | I do not know? | |

Torn Pages by Kenny Davis

Torn Pages by Kenny Davis

The pages of this love letter
I hereby rip in half
Because in the face of my love’s confession
You saw fit to laugh

Instead of you, these love sick pages
Feels the scornful rages
As my heart moves through the stages
Of its own vengeful, torturous wrath

With every screeching rip and tear
My love for you disappears
Don’t say, “You want me near.”
Because it’s falling on deaf ears

With the tearing of each shred
My love for you is dead
Cherish the moments I was there for you
As I erase you from my head

With the rip of each page, I find
I must break the ties that bind
I must dispel you from my heart
Even further from my mind

Wanting to erase the words that I wrote
Take back all of the feelings I said, and the “I love you” I spoke
“What was I thinking?”
As I tear apart these heartfelt notes

No longer, on these pages, will my heart be the pen
Knowing that its ink, its blood, will pour out in the end
Never shall a heart deserve to feel such pain again
The love lost on you and these pages, in the abyss it remains

Not much love was read between the lines
A once enchanted love story being ripped at the spine
A love so blessed, I believed to be divine
But clearly you are no enchanted love of mine

With every broken sentence that’s torn apart
A breath of relief, removing the scars from my heart
I thought ever loving someone again was hard
But learning to let go is more difficult, by far

Sitting here enjoying the agony of every piece
Like therapy, providing a much needed release
Feeling free of “love” and the shackles of grief
At the end of my destruction, awaiting my peace

My feelings for you, dripping from every word
Regretting every one that I said, every one that you’ve heard
Time after time, “When will I learn?”
Love is better left unsaid, shielded from the hurt

As all of this passion and love is dispensed
I never thought I could ever feel a rage so intense
Smiling wide, immersed in this paper ridden mess 
As I rip apart the words that bled from my pen

Through all of the abuse, through all of the scorn
My spirit is damaged, my body is worn
Through the destruction of these pages, my heart is reborn
My love for you is gone; the pages that possessed it are torn.				              	       

© June 2011 k.davis


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On the road to heaven

     The trumpet sounded on two
     creatures during their old days.
     one was poor and one was rich.
     the poor the first the rich the second.
      
     O my dear when did you come; 
     on the 1st ofthis month;
     Well, my was on the 22nd;
     O you are welcome.

     I thank him that he took me away from that place;
     Well i dont thank him because the place was sweet;
     I hate that place with all my heart and with all my soul;
     How stupid you are to say that it was the most loveliest place
     I had ever been.
     
     How was your Burial?
     It was full of fun enjoyment, 
     People didnt cry but they laughed and played with
     my remains o how wonderful;
     What of yours?
     So horrible,my casket was a mat and
     my people cried and felt me
     my remains were dropped in the streets  
     o how horrible;
     
     I love this place it is beautiful;
     All i see is just fire;
     Well i am seeingparadise even more than that place;
     This place is horriblr that place is far better;
      
     O come and eat with me my friend;
     No ypu come and have my pains;
     What do you mean.I had enough of that when i was on earth;
     Please, save me from this place i want to go back;
     
     NO WAY.This place is everlasting
     the sinner shall not go un punished




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The queen of passion

Creamy satin merges from her neck 
Daunting eyes 
Though glass window views
Here in her tall castle of desire 
While she waits 
Crystal, and china, 
He was but another woman’s fire  
The countless dreams 
Lay on beds of screams 
And in the longest of hours, he did return ,depleted 
Of the lust and passion she longed for 
And she waits 
But her weakness for the gems she polished 
Give no meaning to the abolished 
Appetite she craved 
And she waits 
And he wrapped her in red roses of plenty 
And  the smiles and promises he couldn’t keep
He was weak 
And she waits 
No more, with a black velvet cloak over her shoulder 
She rode into the night 
With fire at her breast 
And the smoke that did smolder, from her hair that rustled in the wind 
Down to the door of another 
Eyes met, locked in a heat 
Bearing down below her feet 
Came a bewildered spouse
Tore the neck of her blouse 
With a violet end
There in the bend, the blood did flow like a river 
Where he stood there with a shiver 
Red running on his fingers 
Numb and astounded 
She lay there, in color of red roses 
As she poses, died 





Details | Couplet | |

Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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Family Conflict

Soft mallets play the xylophone
In comes the low note g on trombone
Two hard mallets add their sound
There's no dry bones around

Soon the sound of a low bassoon
Bongo drum adds its tune
Wind blowing the harsh melody around
Orchestra pitch now the sound

All this floating to the ground
Soon  the only thing to be heard
Loud bassoon making its words
Quiet, quite still; one lone note
Bass drum----boom


Details | I do not know? | |

Souls That Are Gone

Their souls are gone
Eyes that are hollow
Burn inside the sun
Don’t flinch a muscle
When death comes along
Scratching at the marrow
Chilled to the bone 
Sadness carried into tomorrow
Forever their hearts un sewn
Whispers blowing the wind of sorrow
Walking together all alone
Enough pain to borrow
Black roses are strewn
Bodies buried in the shallows
Living in shadows unknown
Swinging from the gallows
In weakness their strong
Just human fallows
With souls that are gone..


Details | Cinquain | |

Flooding Rivers (Cinquain)

Rivers
Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts
Flooding


© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


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Dreaming


Am I doomed to stay here forever?
Can I still find another lover?
I am willing to give you up this time
If you promise to be with me in your next lifetime

If I can’t have you in reality
Then maybe I’ll just sleep tonight
For only in my dreams you are mine
I won’t have to wait for the next lifetime

It’s only in my dreams
I see you smile so bright
Only in my wildest dreams 
I can hug you so tight

Can dreams last with me forever?
‘Cause it seems I can’t find a lover
I am willing to give you up this time
If you promise to be with my in our next lifetime


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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


Details | I do not know? | |

communion

i have relied on circumstance and fate all of my life.
god has never shone down on me and occupied
my life with luck.

i have lived with compromise and attainment without the need for belief
i have never had a calling or had the
ghost pierce through my organs and save me.

today i watched you make your first communion and
you have never been so bright. your innocence,
highlighted in your glow. faith enveloped you
and you enveloped me.


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Fragile Heart

You were with me just this morning
She held your hand so tights
So tight as if someone’s gonna grab
You away from him

Maybe you are drowned in her ocean
Seems like you can’t live a day without her
Your eyes are glued on her pretty face
And maybe she’ll all your ever see

What am I supposed to do
Where do I supposed to stand
If every step I take
Would surely break
My fragile heart

I used to be with you every morning
But you never hold my hand so tight
Was no longer surprised when she grabbed
You away from me forever

Maybe I was drowned in your ocean
No, I can’t live a day without you
Your face will always stay with me
So maybe you’ll all that I’ll ever see

What am I supposed to do
Where do I supposed to stand
If every step I take
Would surely break
My fragile heart

How do I fight
For what I think is right
If every step take
If every breath I make
Would surely break
My fragile heart









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Don't let it slip away

Stripped, abused and tortured.
Help me, my life's but one -
Don't let it slip away!




Authors notes

Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The day America woke up

Lives were lost,
Tears were shed.

Wives and husbands
Now lay alone in their beds.

Parents lost children,
And children lost parents.

It was a day that we all will remember.

They tried to fight
They tried to save,
Tried to outrun the burning buildings
That were fallen that day.

THe airplanes flew,
But no one knew
Except the ones in the plane.

Smashing into the buildings...
Where the people watched.

And America finally woke up.

All the fighting,
All the suffering...
Searching for those in the dust.

From watching the buildings fall
To people running for their lives.

Never will we forget the day
We were under attack-
Never will we forget those who lost their lives.
To the ones who didn't have a care in the world.

September 11th 2001,
In our hearts it has become.


Details | I do not know? | |

Piano Player

sometimes i wish i could play the piano
play melodies so slow and sad
slam the keys down in a ragind beat
smile as the song gracefully slides across the keys
play the piano as my face changes
play what my heart deseires,
then maybe everything will be done
everthing will be said
everything can be left.
maybe ill learn the piano.
i think it would be a nice idea.


Details | Romanticism | |

Broken Minds

with spoken words and views from experience, you would feel that men are 
worthless,
call'n you names saying things s absurd to tear away at heart and flesh.

Leaving you beaten and bruised to a point where you feel nothing.
The word love no longer exists in thy state of mind except flashbacks of punches 
hurting.

the circulation of death and shame burning and driving your mind crazy,
causing one to feel that they need love and could change him or do what ever he 
wants to keep him from going crazy.

But that's not the case, women need to realize that some men will try and control 
you and abuse everything your pursuing to stand for,
taking advantage of you, hurting you physically and stripping away your 
knowledge of love from the inner core.

Now your family hates to hear about and see you because you didn't listen to 
them the first time,
Didn't even come and see you when you were in the hospital because he injured 
your spine.

Why must you go through that,
Should have quit when he first showed times of abuse,especially when he 
threatened you with his aluminum bat.

Not all men are wild and untamed,
It takes time to seek a man with respect and actual love for you, your mind, 
thoughts, and frame.

We all have to be alert from the actions of conniving men who man manipulate 
and abuse,
Look for someone who could exchange love, trust, and commitment instead of a 
bruise.



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Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive



Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt


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never surrender to death

You think I’m happy
You see the laughter on my face
But you forgot to look into my heart
And see the sorrow
See the betrayal
I’ve been through, the sadness I have to live
The sun I do not have
The love I lack
The porch I need 
I am a one face position
I can’t pretend 
I can’t pretend happiness
But I try to conceal misery with a mask
Called me
Can you imagine walking, giving, loving 
But having hatred in return
Can you imagine swearing never to speak to daughter of your mother?
Saying its worth it and that her disrespect caused me to do it?
When I find no respect nor love nor understanding 
Do you expect me to stay walking on the same trail?
The trail that got me no good
When you put your trust in someone….
And that person lets you down 
Gives you an odor of loneliness
Gives you a punch of hell
When you never met the one you love?
Never have a chance to have a chat with your feelings	
When miles, countries, people separate between you and me 
Can I ever have a chance to tell u come back!
The doors are closing 
The air is decreasing
The dark light is only there
The only guide
To guide you to the doors of hell 
The path of never coming back 
The stairs of a scary place…,
Where monsters are your only mates
And blood is your only drink 
Where people get tortured and punished 
For they’re unpardonable sins
I walk with eyes of red burning with disknowledge
With heart bleeding with questions?
Do I deserve this? 
A flashback of events gazed at me 
Showing me kinds of friends who gave me hope
Hope to be what I desire
Regardless of all others
Telling me what family means
Hitting my head with facts
Facts of happiness 
Facts of standing 
Standing to face torment
Giving it a medicine of it’s self
As my red razor-sharp blade came from no where
As I fought disgrace, pain and agony!!
I started to feel delight, started to feel alive 
Suddenly woke up from the worst but not least real dream
A dream who gave me something, missing for too long 
Never give yourself to death while u still can!




















Details | I do not know? | |

I realize

Deep inside of my mind
My emotions are ripping and tearing me apart
There seems to be no solace
No silence
No good
Feeling unwanted and used
I try to understand
what it was
That ended it all
My lack of self worth?
My unwilling to trust?
My unwilling to love?
Me, unwilling to believe
Anything good and safe will come?
The complete and utter lack of caring
For my happiness and self worth
Is horribly unsettling
How could such a thing
Totally ruin a way of living
Both in solitude and socializing
what awful trauma happened
To make me longer care

I feel empty and cold
But with a warm thin blanket of inner lies
When the blanket finally uncovers
it seems that the lies keep me sane
But because of lies revealing themselves
i have to stand up and face them
Shoulders firm, fists clenched
And start to over analyze myself
Pick apart every emotion or feeling
That I have ever felt or known. 
What happened to me
That makes me this way
And then I realize....


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The Colors of Blue

my guitar all she does is scream and weep
seems I'm stuck again
head is hung low
my feet drag along
monday sucks
but tuesday is just as bad
by friday I feel like the whole world 
is raining down on me
If that lightning strikes any closer 
its going burn me
maybe its the devil
maybe its me 
and my stubborn ways
maybe its her
or the way she broke my heart
Its friday night
I take my place with the masses
in a darkened place
the music notes rise 
above the laughter
the words
and any sorrow that lingers is gone
Its the spirits 
served and consumed
by the faithful in this darkened place
I'm seemingly lifted to yellows and reds
instead of the colors of blue
whiskey is the fuel
music is the spark
vivid colors fill me
women talk in rhymes to me
we sing songs to one another
lift each other up and away
for the moment that is
maybe if all goes well
we will find solace 
in one another arms
and beat the colors of blue at least for a day
maybe two
then my guitar will scream and weep
again and again









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The Depth of Silence

A silent depth drags me away
Underneath where nothing remains
This cold abyss closes my eyes
The silence gained is a loss deified

Patience wept and I awoke
I can not care, but yet I still hope
Unconscious eyes watch my descent
I whisper love so truth can ascend

Crucified in ambient dreams
My whispers reach, replacing the screams
The lonely dark echoes my words
If I don’t care, then why are they heard?

Deepening this painful abyss
The hatred comes, as does the eclipse
My eyes are closed and I descend
But I awake with knowledge to send

The silence dies as I hear my words
The ocean sings and takes all my hurt
This cold abyss is warmer than life
The silence fought is a heart deified


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Blazing Star


Holding his long mane and strong reins

my powerful pure white horse

let me ride bare back

my hair and his mane blowing behind us

we rode like the wind

almost flying

to the store and safely back home

determined to weather all storms~

with his help I was unafraid.

 

This horse was invented by a friend's imagination to get him to work at age 10 
after he got a gun put in his face and there was no one to tell.


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Burns and Blood

She lays in a hospital bed
As a nurse changes her bloody rags.
On those rags is the young girls burned skin
And boiled blood.
The nurse stumbles back because of the smell
Horrified by odor the nurse leaves the room.
The little girl lays their still breathing
Cords under her skin to keep her alive.
Burned form head to toe 
By the church 
Accused of being a witch
Her skin black like volcanic ash
a white plastic wall surrounds her to keep stuff from touching her.
Another nurse walks in the room
Just to see what is inside the plastic wall
As the nurse looks at the young girl
Who has been scared sad and alone.
For a long time.
The little girl looked back at the nurse.
She hurt her by just looking at the nurses eyes the windows to the soul.
The nurse ran out scared fearful of the girl
The little girl looked back up
A dark figure loomed towards the little girls plastic wall
Putting its hand on it promising they will pay for what they have done.
The little girl raised her hand to the figures and touched it.
Vein like cords spread around the plastic walls turning it black
The hole hospital turned to a rusted nightmare.


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Silence

‘’I believe in Silence’’…

But do I?

What is Silence?

Is it the absence of sound?

Because rarely is there an instance

Of complete Silence…

Of momentary quiet,

Yet always accompanied by the ever-existing ‘’ringing’’…

So what is Silence?

Maybe its just a place in our minds

We lose ourselves in

When we’re so tired

And sick of this world

That we turn to the horrible

Depressing

Hated

Silence inside of us all…

What is Silence?

Is it those moments

While observing ‘nature’

Of wonder

 Purity

Love for life

And the beautiful Creation around us?

Is this Silence?

What does it matter?

I believe in it,

In the healing of it...


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Our Union

Our Union
	
My eyelashes bat 
After meeting your gaze
From across a 
Crowded subway haze.
 
My pupils dilate when they
Look back at you over dinner
Where we drank wine and ate.
 
My feet dance with glee as we
Fall hopelessly in love 
In the midst of summer heat.
 
My heart splits apart 
To become your wife
And your forever sweetheart.
 
My legs spread 
Open to bare new life
And see your cheeks rosen.
 
My arms push 
You away at night,
I'm too tired for a sex life.
 
My fists rage and tears pour,
When I discover your arms
Embracing another lover
After coffee one early morn.
 
My ears listen to 
Your words of regret and
Pleads for a second chance
For things to be like
When we first met.
 	
My fingers dial 
Seeking third party counsel
To repair our shattered union.
 
My brain waves 
Shift to understand your
Thoughts and your feelings, 
While I bitterly convey my own.
 
My hand re-opens 
To forgive your sins
And make amends.
 
My lips part to 
Receive your kiss in the
Night in a sea of 
Skin in our warm bed.
 
My heart flutters, 
We’ve truly become one,
Years after we bore our son.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen


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Last Journey

You must come my love
At the call of my heart
For so many are mocking 
At my sorrowful state
And many others are joking
At the truth of faith
You had promised 
To be with me
At call of my heart
You must show
What you are to me
Now I want to sleep
For I know 
You won’t let me weep
You will come in my dream
Before my agony
Fills upto the brim
We’ll together go
To the world’s rim
And never come back
To this unfaithful track


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Torn Apart

                   Tiny Devils leaking out of my pen, running over the page
                         Hell bent on desolation, DEATH and destruction
                     All  Love, Friendship, Kindness, slaughtered  in Rage
                       A temple to our lord ; with tridents start construction


                      The tainted walls built with innocent blood, lies, deceit
                        Four corner towers: Murder, Hate, Infidelity, and Lust
                       One Demon looked up at me “Do YOU declare defeat?”
                                               Come Comrade join US


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somthing else

broken and torn,
from great heights,
but still feeling warm,
on the coldest of nights,
being your friend,
has kept me alive,
being with you,
has helped me survive,
but i am still broken,
and now you are gone,
always with the other,
this was but a con,
a mission for envy,
played out just right,
but now im alone,
on the coldest of nights.

@};~ let me know what you think...


Details | I do not know? | |

Ocean

inhaling the ocean breeze and feeling it empty my lungs makes me feel completely intact 

i can taste the salt in its entirety on my tongue and i try to scrape it all off with my front teeth

i feel the waves roaring over my heart, liberating it from veins and its arteries, the sea filling 
the orifices of my organs

the shores stones crowd at my toes and break my skin, but i am cleansed 

i stride into the water and it seeps into my nostrils and my intellect becomes infiltrated by the 
sea, my lungs are suffocated by the wet

and i am completely intact


Details | Lyric | |

Night Spirit

Fell despair struggling in gloom
Barely here, but under the moon
I slip and plunge through all of my dreams
To hear the words “this is self-deceit”

Once a wolf gliding with speed
Through the dead carved in sun’s streets
Until this world swiped at my mind
I was a king, and a traveller of time

With spirit spent, I now only see
The dead that scream; the loss within me
Such bitter thoughts taking love’s place
What I did with heart was now just a race

Now lonely thoughts and desperate dreams
Comprise the fear to wake from this sleep
The wolf a beast, barely in check
Until the dreams predict every death

This creature crawls, unseen in the rain
Beside a ghost that knows of his pain
The words arise, “this is self-deceit”
This wolf, in time, climbs to his feet

Through these pale, ashen-black eyes 
So much has gone, so much goes by
A wolf that glides through loneliest nights
The moon, my love, granting passion and sight


Details | Free verse | |

To Grow Old

 
 
 
 
I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering whatever happened 
to that one special girl 
absently watching but not 
comprehending 
some old blurry 
near-memorized 
perry mason 
episodes 
while Oppenheimer's 
borrowed eyes conceal
a black and white mind 
become a hummingbird now 
but not a regular hummingbird 
instead a drunken listless 
embarrassed spastic wreck 
of a dark hummingbird
bouncing off walls 
spitting and
cursing 
 
 
I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
the moon appearing
and disappearing
only my ancestors 
may count these seasons 
this empty coliseum
now lacking 
a hero
or crowd 
the dust in his teeth
reminds him
that the christians
and the lions
left together long ago
their memories
and yours
like fiery 
tumbleweeds
for the
prairie
mind


I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
a hardly remembered
mummy
with crown of white hair
the boot-heel king
old briar
blissfully unaware
the fragile conspiracy 
of synapse
absently clicking through
channels
with his box full of hints
that he gave up for lent
some tobacco
and stained
flannels

 
I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
and no one will be here 
to know 
the last man on earth 
yet negotiating for space 
for the digging of holes 
for the burying of jars 
for the cataloging 
of clever treasures 
a plump endless cycle 
known only to him 
delicate old brain 
always fluttering
now folding up
the origami 
of years
 
 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Illusions

Slipping in and out of sleep.
I'm not feeling too aware.
But oh I could swear
I felt your lips on my neck
and your hand on my cheek.

A shiver down my spine
Lets me think you may be near
Sleeping by my side
I could swear I hear you breathing 
or is this only in my mind?

I can still smell you on my skin
And taste you on my lips
The steam on the windows 
is a tell tale sign
I could swear you were real this time

But in between awake and asleep
Still not to aware
But vivid with dreams
My illusions feel so real
I could swear you'd never leave.


Details | I do not know? | |

Insanity

She came to me.
So far, yet so near.
I knew her face, I knew her voice, 
but who she was a mystery.
I found my self wordless.
I found my self without fear. 
Her face forgot in, her voice unknown. 
And then I knew.
Broken.
The mirror shatters.
Each shard a piece of me.
Each reflected memories. 


Details | Blank verse | |

AN EXPECTED RENDEZVOUS

I’m naked
devoid of clothes,
devoid of sparkling garments.

Yeah!
I’m fully naked.
And when HE bestows me the garments,
                        grants me new clothes,
I know
how difficult it is for me to put them on.
Yes, to put them in a dignified way.

My tendencies put them aside
beyond my point of reach
and I feel complacent without these clothes
and,
a great satisfaction greets me,
elements of pride clad my face.

I would like to be like that,
in the same state
until my colleague greets me,
     welcomes me,
     in ‘his’ closet.
I wait
and I wait
desperately and continually,
for the day to arrive.

Yea!
I feel the knocking,
                         and 
I hear the knocking.
    I hear the footsteps…
        Probably someone arrives…

But, I’ll not wear those clothes
though they lie here on my bed
fluttering,
in my vicinity, yet so far,
impatiently evoking charms,
and here I sit
paying no heed to their stimulation.

‘Hey! You there,
  shh!…  shh!…
Don’t make any noise,
Here arrives someone,
to meet me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Echoes in the Mist

i follow forever along the forgotten shore 
searching for someone
 
that I once knew before
 
images of misty vivid blue
are only shadows 
of what once was me 
and what once was you
 
searching in sentimental sands
strolling along the sea-kissed beach
 
holding hands
that are now out of reach
 
images of cherry red
are now only love stories
playing over and over inside of my head
 
i chase seagulls into the breeze
i remember days like these
when you were here taking me to my sandy knees
and we were more
than salty shadows dancing to the music of the open seas
 
familiar footprints
follow echoes into the mist
longing for luscious lips
that I once kissed
 
waves crash and seagulls fly
footprints fade and run away
shadows splash as lovers wonder why
echoes in the mist are the only things here to stay


Details | Imagism | |

walls

these small walls keeping me closed inside
i dont know what is happening
i think my mind is telling me lies

because as i look around in this darkness,people appear
as i try to get closer to these walls
i find out it is just a mirror

a mirror which surrounds all around me
but i feel like people are watching me
i dont know if my mind is playing games
or if im becoming insane or just plain out crazy

im afraid to sleep, i keep one eye open
as i lay down, as i look around 
with my invisible eye

i see people just staring 
i see people just looking 
i see so many things you normally want see

like goblins , skeletons, and other creatures
circling around as i so called slumber
there staring , there observing , there learning me
there foot steps are ringing my ears 
because each step the take  sounds like thunder

but when i open my eyes and stand up
they vanish,
with no clue where they went

I guess this long time spent in this black room
making me loose my mind 
for being so alone,so cold,for just too long

i wish  i can break away from these black walls


Details | Tetractys | |

My Dear Friend You Are Not Forgotten

my
dear friend
today I
received letter
from your mom and dad
stated that killed while serving
seems like only yesterday
were cruising on our 4 wheelers
I shall honor thy name displaying
flag and medal of valor on mantel






Tribute To Dear Friends
And To Our Troops


Details | Narrative | |

A Narrowed Soul

Tonight I grow tired of keeping the secrets that were spark within my visions.  I 
must tell someone of what I saw and how the end came to be.  From the 
beginning we never understood how the human spirit came to be and the 
common thread of existence that bounds us like a string of beads waiting to go 
around the infinite loop of our universe.  Changes have come and gone and yet 
my memories do not change.  I saw the beginning and I saw the end but yet I 
live.  Why?  I remember seeing so many things.  I felt the fabric of everyone I ever 
knew intertwined within my every breath.   It was like we were machines.  As they 
say we were someone’s eyes and ears to a world that was going to end.  We 
collected as much data as we could before the end.  I am not sure if they know 
how much data I retained from these ordeals.  And maybe they know exactly and I 
am here because of it still.  But why?  I was taken through worlds that made no 
sense.  Worlds that were chaotic with no remorse.  I feared what I saw and 
asked my almighty GOD to help me overcome.  My children how I love them so.  
My daughter she was with me in my journey.  She is my life and what I believe 
has helped me make sense of everything that has and is happening.  Where am 
I?  Is this my world?  Is this the world that has become or just another vision.  
Someone’s idea of living.  Who would do this to a man?  I lost every connection 
to my existence, who I thought were my friends and family were only decoys of 
someone’s sentence.  Why? What do they hope to gain?  Am I lost in my mind?  
Is what I thought to be my reality a dream or a memory, am I blind.  Once I 
remember what it felt like to live with no fear.  To know that tomorrow you will get 
up and everything would be as it was and still here.  Unchanged and forgiving.  
How these things have change me!  How these things have narrowed my loving 
soul.  But I still hold the greatest love for my GOD.  If it wasn't’t for his helping 
hand reaching down and pulling me from the depths of the great beyond, I would 
have never been able to tell you this story.  We need to love life once again.  We 
need to go back to the basics my friend.  Is it too late?  Has the human race 
dwindled to the point that we must visit our past to fix our future?  The messages 
are clear, listen closely and you will hear.  Look even closer and you will see that 
we must never lose site of what it means to live.  This babble means nothing to 
who ever reads it but for tonight it will help me sleep.  Good night.


Details | Free verse | |

Bed for Sleepin'

We ****ed everywhere but the bed.
  My favourite being the bonnet of your car,
    inside our limbs were spun in misdirection 
Outside be better my words etched by breath into the window
      you dressed, I dared just my wellies,
                                        the cows watched with television stares.
So surreal was the icy darkness
   as you lay my back upon your metal bed,
thirsty for flesh
   vision tinged, infinity stars plunging high.
Driving back along the bumpy lane
Was alright wont it      utter yes
                   I do wonder if I could lay my head upon
a pillow in lust.


Details | Free verse | |

life would be better orange.

life would be better orange.
like the fruit, 
the colour.
sweet and sour.
even when bitter, at least theres a taste.
waxy, bubbled exterior.
protected.
soft, juicy insides.
healthy.
alive with a purpose.
bright, clean, promising.
featured in cleaning supplies, aisle 47.
the new scent of hygiene.
nostalgia,
the south where they grow.
sunshine, surrounded by green leaves,
blue skies.
nurtured.
harvested.
but even oranges have a darkside.
rotting, sour.
discarded in wooden crates
with plastic shreds that offer little comfort.
bruised and broken.
open for germs to manifest inside.
life would be better orange,
so long as i were elite.


Details | Couplet | |

I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreamscape of the Lovelorn

As I sit once more in this chair,
trying to fit word to page in some nice way,
inspiration seems, this evening, rare;
my muse is distracted, keeping melancholy at bay.

I long for a soft, pliant embrace,
shared by a maiden draped in silken thread;
moonlight brightening her already radiant face,
and her enchanting smile, at what could lie ahead.

Her shining hair pours down her back,
like the rain in which we stand;
the right way she seems to lack,
as she looks to me for a guiding hand.

These hands glide down, around her waist,
and slowly we begin to dance.
Underneath the stars, our own new path is traced,
as we float along, in our lover's trance.

The feel of her, so near and so warm,
I cling to, like a drowner's lifeline;
her every sigh, her very form,
beyond my imaginings of the divine.

To go on like this, held enchanted
in her eyes, serenity's sweet founts,
I feel would be my heaven granted;
my trials, her affection surmounts.

The haze shimmers, the dream recedes,
leaving me dazed, shaken in its wake;
as ever and always, my heart bleeds,
craving an end to its boundless, yearning ache.


Details | Free verse | |

ashes to ashes

Tears dripped from my eyes 
Fear gripped my tender hope 
Death has stinged my lovely bole 
And sealed it in a forgotten hole.
I looked with clear curiosity ;
shadow hooked me with cruel hostility 
And my hope zoomed into a misty city 
As the dark room swallowed my love without pity.
Flasbacks of our past peering overhauled my screen 
And melodies of our former concert ringed in my spirit, 
I could  not help so i had to screem 
As i see my precious person thrown into a pit. 
Oh death; cruel shadow 
You have put fear into reality
By your sting that spits vanity
You have burnt my golden stick to ashes.
Millions of years beneath the earth; 
Only in my dreams he zooms
Just as a bubble he floats and flares 
Because ashes has turn to ashes.


Details | Narrative | |

Two Years Ago Today

Today I woke to your voice, on the answering machine
I pourd two cups of coffee, and read the morning paper
I wrote a little note, and placed it on the T.V. screen
Yelled out I love you, and that I would see you later

Your sister waved at me today, She still shows me that I'm Number one
So I just waved back to her, and went on with my day
On my desk sits your picture, where you were so happy and having fun
Down there at the lake, two years ago today

Talked to my momma today, told her that we're doing fine
She asked if we were coming home, on thanksgiving day
I told her you had to work, but I'd be there by nine
And that I probably could, spend a couple of days

Driving home I saw your sister again, I just waved and reved the engine
I think she really likes me, She's always waving I'm number one
Tonight I fixed you dinner, Made your favorite bite to eat
Then I done the dishes, so that you could rest your feet

I opened a letter in the mail today, as I read it the words made me cry
Then I realized that I was all alone, and that you finally went away
I just couldn't believe, that you would ever say doodbye
And that this all happened, two years ago today


Details | Free verse | |

Guardian Angel

He holds her silently, he holds her close, he's there even though she never know. He takes away her stress; he takes away her pain, he takes her away from the world, she feels loved again. When people come and take him away, she is lost and scarred every day. Her hope of him is fading, her fear and heartache is growing. She misses his touch, she misses his kisses. Her angel holds her while she cries, her angel steadies her and holds her when she tries. He knows she hurts, he knows he's gone but he's been there, he's been there all along. She can't see him in the dark or in the light, but she feels her angel holding her day and night. "No need to worry, no need to fear, you may not see me, but I am here." He whispers as he kisses her head while she lays soft and dreaming in her bed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Left Unsaid by Kenny Davis

Left Unsaid by Kenny Davis

I’d like to apologize for my actions, of late.
The shameful way I acted towards you that I hate.

People say to show interest is to, “Say how you feel.”
As painful as it is, that my love to you, lacked a certain appeal.

Little did I know that the words “I love you” were better left unsaid.
From the moment I said those words, “What was going through my head?”

Telling you the truth, “Was it the right thing?” in question
The painful answer has led to my truly learning my lesson

I now know that these feeling are better held in discretion
No longer capable of showing such nonsense like love and affection

I realize telling you how I felt was a failed attempt
From the pain, the hurt, my heart was not exempt

All of this I saw my love for you as genuine and honest.
But now I know when asked, “Do I love you?” I know to remain modest

Denying my heart, denying myself
Lying to your face and lying to everyone else

You asked “How could I have these feeling when I don’t know you?”
You’re right! I should have kept quiet. I was a damn fool.

When I said, “I love you.” I asked myself, “What did I say?”
But from this point on I’ll never make that mistake

What I know now is that I can’t trust you with my heart
To trust you to covet it, to love it, instead of tear it apart

To you, for my actions, I apologize.
To myself, for making my heart believe I could ever look into your eyes

I apologize to myself for believing I could ever hold you in my arms
Pouring my heart out did less good than harm

Instead of my heart I will follow my instincts, follow my gut
Next time I run into those words, those feelings, I know to keep my mouth shut

To furiously avoid my heart from shedding any more tears
I shall keep it locked and closed for its love, no one deserves to hear. 				       

© June 2011 k.davis


Details | I do not know? | |

Trading the Circle for the Sphere

Heaven comes to hypnotise
Hell will come to take my eyes
Whichever way, I’ll never say
Defiance tries to find some light
My betrayal always picks the night
Whichever choice, I lose my voice

Realise I’m choosing a number
Deny that I can not cast asunder
The lies, worms, conflict and thunder
Fading away as I come to wonder

I’m dying to appreciate
Everything I’ve grown to hate
Whichever way, I can not stay
Confusion and some silent guilt
Infuse my pride, infusion’s built
No more choice, I lack the voice

Surprise, I’m choosing a number
Denial comes as I cast asunder
I tried, got struck down by thunder
Fading again as I come to wonder

Deafening skies of fear
Eluding pain, I run from here
Whichever way, I know I’ll pay
Blinding me, daylight has grown
The shadows cast are all I’ve known
I have no choice, I can’t atone

Surprise, I forget the number
Denial came and it got cast asunder
Screw lies, I have conflict and thunder
Breathing again as I live to wonder
To try again will close the window
I died again and I painted a picture


Details | Free verse | |

Suffer the children (part one)



You ring me around the rosie
because London bridge
was falling down
filled your pockets with posies
because he was coming to town
You put me in the tree top
and there I await the wind
Husha Husha Husha
I was just a kid

Twinkle twinkle little star 
Mary had a little lamb
it was raining and pouring
Not to mention Michael 
had to row the boar ashore
Husha Husha Husha
I never said a word
even though mummy didn't buy me 
a mocking bird

Now there's an elephant
playing in the spider web
I pass a note to my friend
and hope you read it to the class
we all want you to read it
the sky was falling
and we all laughed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Sickness

Im a reflection.
Not of my self.
But who I wish to be.
This one so far.
My own understanding.
Physically I am.
But mentally I am not. 
My ideals to become.
If only it could.
Shattered.
A reflection no longer. 
But my self.
If only It could.
Excepted by others.


Details | Free verse | |

Loved, Loved Again

memory is calling 
living has turned 
to haunting dreams
they seem to call out
whispering her name
an invitation to be loved again
in the midst of
all the dreams
that can't come true

as her last breath 
brushed upon my face
her last touch weaken
on my arm
despair and depression
have made me promises
they will keep
unlike the ones 
I can't make to her

her last words still ring
I love you
my love forever 
in the moment of death
I caught her last look
I saw myself in those eyes
I saw love
and a future 
that wouldn't be

one careless moment
and the brilliant color
           of love
becomes black
lonely prevails
it wins
leaving
just a longing 
to be loved again
by her


Details | I do not know? | |

INNER SELF

E ndless imagination of my destiny
D uel with my mind and conscience.

H ow I handle my fate years come,
O rdinal faith  yet wants  spare strength.
R elentless coed,  strive for  greenery.
L ove and devotion to Creator and my origin.
I ndeed a priceless virtue we may conspire
C arved-in to mind its noble motive
K inetic energy , ancestors that  left me.

B eget destiny though unfamiliar
U ltimate vision that I might prosper
L ive life to the fullest as ever
L iken all virtual defying ambitions
E minent prosperity  I  survive for
C arried away by humiliation to date
E ndless yet progressive showdown
R egret not  as  I direct  them to my one-point


Details | I do not know? | |

Wide open eyes

What will happen to me.
i didnt want to know.
she gave the advice i didnt want.
will i fail
will i keep my head high
im afraid,
deathly.
of whoever has chosen my fate
i dared to ask.
she says
who knows, 
not i said she
believe what you believe, 
love what you love,
and live how you havent lived
i thank her
and told her,
her ramblings didnt make sense.
so just go away.
i get up, grab my ciggs,
my lighter, 
and head to the bathroom
im back to where i started
staring at another white wall
smoke clouding my brain
the deathly smell lingering and clinging to my hair
I think i think i think
when ill quit these bad habits.
and open my wide eyes?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Underworld

Under the world of the rich
Below the higher class
Lurk the poor, and the gloomy
Ones who live in the past

Enjoying every moment
Any might be their last
Yet looked down upon

By this higher class
They feel as though
They are discarded trash
Only the poor
Can make joyful moments forever last
They lurk under the world
Of the rich higher class


Details | I do not know? | |

The real Her

You see the tears
In her eyes

The cuts on her
Wrist
Legs
Chest

Her world spins
As she blinks
The pain away

She drowns in
Her blood
Her tears

She puts on a smile
Pretending she’s okay
Only she can see
The falsehood she hides behind

Her chest tightens
She begins to spin
Everything goes blurry

God, the way she is
It’s so wrong

I hate looking
In the mirror


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Bravery

Gone fishin' in a pool of bloody limbs,

With a skipping boat made of salmon's jello,

Unable to hold, I've been washed down a chute of ooze.

Springing into a mattress of milk-flavored syrup,

I like to imagine myself beveraged between fish as I ride the waves.

It seems the sea was whipped into foaming bubbles,

Like a firefighter's thick chemical shaving cream.

Above the tears, I've become so loud and so queery-eyed,

Scared of every bothersome creature beneath the Poseidon with a soft drink's 
lemony-sour taste,

Thinking to wash away the flavor before it becomes more of a peephole

And to see what to devour quickly in a race.


 

Hoping that the old curmudgeon's pet grass didn't sit out a dance,

So I'm able to cycle on land instead of a tidal wave of tears.

A fantasy with nice dreams mounded with earth piled around over a capital hill.

Sloping down a planet's telex,

Signaling for a tore-up sidewalk to add a drain to sink the ocean.

A bulletproof monk, I wish I was.

Emphasizing a solitary dinner with stab wounds that only get bigger,

The more lonely I become. 

Alone, wishing for loads of land,

Grieving tears for the zebra's dress to stop all the world.

Before fish get more advanced in chess,

I have faith that I will see.

They say that there is nothing to fear,

No dandruff like cocaine in the sea to inhale and tremor,

without a bite from the flesh.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sleep

When I Sleep...... Nightmares haunt me in my sleep And chase away the pleasant dreams One by one they steal my sleep And leave me with a need to flee These mares they have an evil plan To steal the sleep from all the land And as they charge into my dreams They steal the peace I need to sleep I lay down now to feed the need To rest my eyes, I need the sleep Sandman come and storm near me I need your help To get my sleep Tempest bless me with your clock Tick and Tock Please make time stop Wind and rain and thunder strong Cease my mind and lull me along Mother Nature hear my plea Keep me safe, watch over me Give me wings to reach my dreams But keep me safe from these dangerous things The night mares They still come for me But now they find I can't be reached At last I find a peaceful sleep With all of thee protecting me Come now and stay by me Provide me with A good night's sleep But let it end at daylight's break I am alive My soul is safe


Details | Free verse | |

Trash

Everything we are told as a child is true, me for example.
Trash 
Soulless 
Everything they told me is true 
Why should you think any different 
All my life has been nothing but pain and I honestly think I deserved it
I deserved the pain when I was young is a constant reminder that I will always be nothing 
I will only be trash 
Because who could love something that is only a bringer of pain
I only give what I was always given as a child
The whipping 
The beating 
I had it coming 
I could have stopped it but what was the point 
Why stop what you brought upon yourself
I will always be nothing more then trash 
I will always be reminded of it
I can never do anything right when I was young 
And it has not changed 
I will go to Hell
But honestly what is Hell but something of the mind
Something we trick ourselves into thinking is bad
If Hell is of the mind
I go there every time I close my eye 
And there is no saving me from a pain that is written down in stone
I will die with no love for no one can love the soulless.  
I often sit in wonder,
I know my life is good now, I have my wife and maybe someday children
But one day they will leave me because they will see me for what I am
Trash
They will put me on the curb like everyone else
Or be like those who cant
And just pretend to love me 
Just because they have pity for me.
I know I cant become anything in this world
I may go to school or work at a job but its so I can feel like im doing something
But I know it will be for nothing 
Because how can nothing have something?
You may read this and criticize me,
He is strange
He is weird.
I am who I am because of what happen.
Until you understand that, I don’t need you pity.
I don’t need people to remind me I’m trash.
I already know.
   


Details | Free verse | |

It is a show


They decide to show it is good
It is a show

They shout it is good
It is a show

They won’t let anything good to show up
It is a show

What do people believe?

Is it a show?


Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


Details | Narrative | |

You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Imagism | |

A remembrance of the forgotten

I sit here in the windowpane
Gazing out into the drama of the driven clouds
My ears deaf to the lullaby of the morning birds
In blue, green and red they rule
The kingdom of heaven and sun.

All the miracles of the day 
Invisible to this girl in lay
The shadow of a forgotten dream
A nightmare, a horror, a sweet dash of pain.

Galloping through the rugged ground
With pebbles and rocks as obstacles
Its hair with the wind floated and danced
With the majesty and depth of a hero’s heart.

He galloped and galloped 
Against the wind
A mighty horse of the soil’s soul
In shades of brown he merged into the scenery
Slowly and perfectly.

At the period when the sun had to die
A thief in darkness
With vengeance in his eyes 
 The fate in his hands
And sour sweetness of prediction.

He cut across the neck of the horse’s life
Blurred vision of shocking colour
Red,
And red
In every frame.

The hero moved into a deep slumber
From which the eyes of life will never open.

With falling wet pearls from my eyes
I gazed into the driven clouds again
Failing to overcome the fear of my sight
Which lies in my memory box
As a fossil never to be found 
Embedded,
By the fingers of an alien hand
Ever again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Angel

Outside in the midst of darkness
I can best speculate 
the vast blanket of sky
studded with bright twinkling stars.

Heaven I call thee
thou art bereft of all woes , agonies.

Lead my sight to our Sweet Angel's light
where dwells only joys, happiness, 
eternal peace and delight.

There anguish never pervades
nor pleasure fades.

Hovering around all the twinkling stars,
our Sweet Angel takes delight
in her happy home.

Cast a glance at the heavenly abode,
and behold our Sweet Angel
showering her divine blessings upon us.


Details | I do not know? | |

i belong to my dreams

Velvet skies, with stars aligned, come to meet my dreams. The clovered pillow beneath my 
locks, that holds my head tonight. I close my eyes, as a compromise, to that which met 
the day. Torture can only last so long, before the clock runs down.
Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. 
Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where 
they grow.
Blinding light, with cars parked tight, turn my feelings into tears. Sidewalks melt 
beneath my feet, and meet my face with its own heat. I walk on by too many people that 
I’ll never know. I break the shoelace, turn the station, and I just want to go home.
Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. 
Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where 
they grow.
Comforting darkness, it takes so long, to feel the warmth of night. Under the blankets, 
of cotton wool and moonlit skies. Morning belongs in some other place, or time. For now 
I belong here, where the night is only mine.
Sweet dreams, take me away from this place. Take my mind, and turn it into to grace. 
Floating flowers can devour almost anything. Sweet dreams, take me to the gardens where 
they grow.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Spiders In The Crack (co-author Chris Makey)

Echoes in the laughter
Reverberating strange
Devious enrapture
Entangled souls are drained
All eulogies are intoned 
Telling how they were so brave
To speak of webbed seduction 
That dragged them to their graves
They're left but skin-n-bone now
Skin-n-bone there all remains
And on the winds they're screaming
In hollow cheeked dismay
Beguild souls are damned
To the keep of a lost domain
A temptress or the devil 
Who spins this web again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Right Hand of Fate

The blood let go all over the floor
it's everywhere, we're drowning in it.
Can't get out or reach the surface, 
where is the door?
No more breath, the heart is choking.
There is stale air stuck in my lungs
can't let it go, can't find my breath 
am I dying? What's going on?
Is this it, time to meet fates right hand?
Death.
My skin is pale,
my eyes are far away
Whatever happened to me?
No one can say.


Details | I do not know? | |

Undefined

Starting from scratch has never felt so Good
I’ve been from the Burbs and now my life’s the Hood
Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record
I’ve been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken
Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token
I’ll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better
If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather
I’ve learned to let go which is the hardest thing I’ve had to Do
But I owe my life to God,  not the family or even to You
I am a woman with newly discovered Worth
This journey I’ve taken has been filled with so much Hope
The light of Life is now burning so Bright
Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right
Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater


Details | Blank verse | |

Troubadour Crow

Black who I be
Carrion my feed
Common is my flight

Hidin’ - still -
Back of my fellow
Raven’s roost

I’ll steal away your pain
If you’ll but allow me
 Simple 
‘Cause it’s also mine
All yea got to do
Is choose

Known your secrets
Can’t hide ’m from me
Does that make me
Your enemy?

Black
Who I be

Carryin’ away your heart on wing
Chargin’ your spirit’s battery
Requires your permit
Yea, black…who I be

Snatchin’ opportunity
Findin’ where they be
Known possibility
‘Cause Black that’s who I be!

Black’s in all souls
Don’t mean you ain’t got one
Black is who we be

Magpie’s make good company
Especially for tea
Especially
For tea!


Details | Free verse | |

Forced To The Frontal Lobes Of My Mind

   Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
The illegitimate thoughts within
Interpreted metaphors brought forth
Within synaptic theory	
These thoughts must reside to my front
Written on the flattened forest placed before me
Compelled descriptions of fallacy and truth
To the thoughtful teardrop of despair
Unto the world do I give voice
Imaginations in color formed venues,
Of thought
Yet to look, I cannot
This mixture in juxtapose 
The forms of voice I conceal within
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Tragedy inhabits these thoughts of reality
Compounded clarity within confusion
To see these thoughts of realism take shape,
I fear most
Where life and love in forms of hatred
Dwell in a manifesto
Of ill-gotten truths absorbed
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Humanity lives.


Details | Couplet | |

When I Was A King

Woken was the king to a reality when he was once great. 
He rises to his feet to rise to the occasion, but only to find out he’s years too late. 

You see, all good things must come to an end. 
There are more things important than the money you spend.

Time is on the side to those who side with it.
Don’t blink because beauty you just might miss it.

The beast is the truth, and the lie you told yourself.
With love there is no need for wealth as I always say myself.

The throne slips through your fingers like sand.
No longer do you have a queen to hold your hand.

They say it’s better to have loved & lost than to have never loved at all.
I disagree because I see her face on every girl as she is my downfall.

However, you cannot force a king to rule. 
He might be cut out to jester or be a petty fool. 

The queen may never have been a queen to start.
She might take your riches & rob your heart.

I was once a king…
But I’m nothing more than a boy lost in love with no hand for my ring. 

I guess love had my imagination in an odd place.
Either that or I should have seen the signs when you wanted “space.”

My mother always said my first love would be a fling…
But 3 years later I still feel like she was my queen & I was her king…


Details | Etheree | |

file this in D, under DROWNING...

Cold
Mist shrouds
Eerie feel
Stammering back
Candle light flickers
Shadows dance on the walls
She dances with them, smiling.
Depression, the silent killer.
Walking into the black, she belongs
Wanting to follow, the chains hold me back.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Musings of a Blind Man

Can I walk the roads alone ?
Why am I this scared ?

Do I fear torture
Or pain ?
What if I fall down ?

What am I doing now ?

Is it better to live alone
Walk alone
Aware that peril beckons
When you walk alone on the road
Braced for it.. and careful enough ?

Or seek help from the company
Ok…let me travel a bit
To a country with nice, friendly people
They all take so much care…
But when it comes to helping me cross the
Road… why aren’t they helping me ?

Oh… I’m not the only blind man here…
They can’t see me….
Oh…

What do I do now ?
Ah…let me go to my own land
And seek help
They are not blind
They’ll see me
And help me

So, I go…

On my way
I have a dream…

I walk the road
People willingly hold my hand
Walk me down the road
I tell myself happily… “why didn’t I come here earlier ?”

Half way down the road
Heavy traffic
And the effluvium
Suffocating me
Suffocating my helper too
He runs away

I wonder
He probably is getting
Too affected by the fumes….
Or… doesn’t he like my hand ?
My perfume ?
My smell ? …
What did I do ? …

I hear a kingsized motorbike…
“hello there.. how are you doing ?”
“you know that if you are found on the
middle of the road, you shall die”
I splutter… “but..i am blind…”

“Blind…and you crossed half
the distance…who are you kidding ?”
“Where’s my gun ?…”

S I L E N C E

I thought I was just blind
Now I couldn’t hear anything
I couldn’t smell anything
Not even my favourite perfume
The one that I was wearing that day
Hey… I couldn’t think…
How wonderful my friends would say…
The blind guys’ uninformed talk…

But somewhere in that deep sleep, I realized that my dream was reality…
For neither can I see a dream nor reality…
Everything is…
Blind men realize it half the way down…
And pay a heavy price…


Details | I do not know? | |

My brother: Conscience; sister: Subconscience

Out into the open,
gone an, cast away from thee.
Living the life I'm living,
needing to be: a chance to be.
Who's always understood me not,
feeling the price I pay.
I wander through the maze;
ever hindered by the day.
Oh, once you had your daydreams,
and to me-seemed to entwine...
All was left so unseasoned,
our lives never seemed to ryhme.
Life was always with you,
and also without.
Cold-battering flights of bold,
you dispatched me so full of doubt.
Now, all but so, disconcerting;
and sometimes, ever so clear.
I alone walk the egde of childhood,
seeking, needing, for you to be near.


Details | Free verse | |

Stopping Denial

I tried to stop you
i tried to stop you!
i held fast to your hand

don't go! i pleaded
take me, take me

you pushed me away
roughly
just to get your
point across

you don't  need to go
where i  am going
it is going to be tough

you wouldn't be 
able to keep up

My Darling, my darling,
i wept as you faded from
my sight............

i could not believe YOU
left me...
you left your wife

left me standing at  
the door

i got as busy as any wife
would do.....
i put  posters in
every city

have you seen my man?
your precious picture 
stared down at me

i traveled the world over
not looking for anything 
but your image


i ignored the sights in Paris
and the pyramids 
of Egypt

i sailed the oceans
and walked the hot,
hot sands

my eyes were blinded 
with the tears;
tears of loss
that i was unwilling
to understand

i looked at your 
pictures and traced
your likeness with my 
fingers

i got myself on talk shows
and begged you to return
to me...to return to any
given place

when all was finally 
said and done
i drifted back to 
visit with our 
dearest friend

she took my hands
and said.......my dear
friend, you have
to remember 
that he is dead




janetta


Details | Free verse | |

Boogie Man

  the fiery eyes that seep out 
from behind that shadow,  that shadow
behind the corner of the room that
rocks me to sleep every night.
        its leathery tips stroke my hair
from beside my bed, the bed lay above 
its head (though I cannot see it) as I sleep ,
clutching my pillow over my ears.
he brings about night, smothering the day
til its last breath, the breath that couldn’t 
come any sooner then slowly fades away
             as he shuts the blinds and tightens
his fist.


Details | Ballad | |

Luciferia I-- Cease To Exist

I sense something in her eyes that feels like tragedy She closed her heart but its dark pulse Wilts and stetchs against the wanes How many days will the passion bleed Till it subsides into the new pain We are the ones who will face the blame ''Don't you see what's infront of me, I have to face it all I know there's something wrong help is what I want but it's not what I find You're all filled with troubling lies and incoherent minds Cant you see you're strangling me with every last word There's something you don't know Lying in my heart is why you want to throw the stone'' Her raven eyes fill the silence Luciferia we cease to exist it's burning away-- all others' reliance Luciferia we cease to exist my darkly darling don't fade away Luciferia we cease to exist beware we've became their prey Luciferia we cease to exist


Details | Free verse | |

Mirror Image

I sit a shattered image of myself
As if a mirror slammed into the concrete
The wish for bliss 
My drive to survive
Still yet the ambient clouds and radiant 
Light of day pulls me from my safe haven
My wonderland
Now tormented by nightmares that devour
My once lustrous dreams
Shackling my imagination to a plummeting
Meteor that I cannot escape from;
No space to breathe 
Speaking from my soul to yours
Becoming faint
As you draw further away
Monday through Sunday and I hope
For today to be when you return, as
Tomorrow begins today has ended
And I know you have not returned, 
Thursday, Saturday and my faith in you
Dwindles
As I hope for contact; a call a word
Anything to show your intentions,
And you return unaltered, untouched
By the time apart as thoughts begin
To overpower my once spirited
Consciousness...
...Shattered and dieing...
...Shattered and living....


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 14, 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

Un peaceful and unquestionable

Just Imagining the tyrant sand
that covers my toes as i step within.
Shielding my feet from the beaming sunlight
that reminds me nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
My long flowing hair whispering in the wind 
wondering when i might get away for good.
Seeking admiration, affection, and warmth.
watching in the distance a family,
enchanted,blissful, and playful.
Still reminding be nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
The waves sprawling on the shore,
causing excitement and confusion.
Wishing that someday i
can feel so much happiness
that all my pain can be washed away, 
this is reminding me of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pogo's Rekindling Sticks To My Heart

Pogo stick bound for greater heights...
Forever springing up for fancied flights.

An arc intersects for at the meeting...
A much searching trip for learning the role of cheating.

Boing! , boing! , boing! ...
Spring to thee a heartfelt kindeling.
Add more romanceful sticks to complete the whole heart's fires
Rekindling.

Crackel snap and pop...
Am i yet at the place held above the top? 

Will i fell to a fast hard landing's flop? 
Boom! ...
Clean up time.
There is no failured time or room.
Let's go get the mop up broom.

Go through life and pick up many fallen broken pieces...
To my heart and soul, What may be in life my eventual role? 
Let's climb up the ladder's steps and slide down life's slidden down
path to a final succeeding failure. 

 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Violet

I met a monster this evening,
she watched me quietly
her eyes matched my own.
"I think I love that color on you."
As to what she laughed at, I did not know.
She ran her hand down my spine
her eyes narrowed as she smirked
her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth,
and then her's were on mine.
She bit right in 
and pulled back out
when did my lip start bleeding?
"Sweetie, I think I love that color on you."
I turned my eyes down from the mirror.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hiding Behind the Cameras by Kenny Davis

Hiding Behind the Cameras by Kenny Davis

In front of the cameras
I would flash my prize winning smile
Even for just a little while
Basking in my glamour and style
While under the vile, pile of this world’s bile
Drowning in it as if I had jumped head first in the Nile

You see, behind these cameras, I would cleverly hide
All of the lies and late night cries that I buried inside
Memories of goodbyes, “Oh my’s”, and “Lord, why’s?” behind these pain filled eyes
Holding together the disguise, that my tear ducts have dried, saying over and over
“Lord, I have tried!” avoiding to relinquish my stubbornness and pride

Embracing the flash, as if it would last
Knowing that it was just a mask, for my stressed, depressed ass
Just a blast from that flash, but a way to move on from the past

Flaunting in the presence of paparazzi
Wearing Armani, sipping on Bacardi, Going the way of Gotti, like I was somebody
 
My whole entire world, caught up in entertainment
Who I really am, struggled in detainment
Behind this smile, if the public only knew what my name meant
All the tears that were spent when I needed to vent
About the real blessings I was sent and then where it all went

Hiding behind all of the glitz and glam
While the public did their best just to slam who I am
Confused by who they knew and who they thought I was on cam
Confusing remarks that made them say, “Damn!”
Putting me in a category with all of the trash and internet spam

I would give them the look, so they could get a shot
Sporting the latest fads and fashions, I even dropped it like it’s hot

It’s where would all of the people come from that stumped me
Surrounded by the masses of those I thought that loved me

Though I was showing the signs
Of the pain and hurt that dwelled deep inside
I would hide this broken line on this withered heart of mine
All to reinforce the strength of my spine
That in time this heart of mine would heal with these cameras I hide behind

© September 2011 k.davis


Details | Haiku | |

Clear And Present Danger

clear present danger
what is one to do but - then
to submerge great depths


Details | I do not know? | |

Heart sends brain a gift

Thanks heart I got your gift
It came through the blood stream
It wasn’t the usual none sense it was wrapped real neat

I gave it a shake and wondered what it could be
And then I remembered the restraining order
It wasn’t going to be a present was it?

Look I am sorry things didn’t work out with her
But you can’t blame me I just call the shots
Its difficult, under pressure I just do what I thinks right

Could you please arrange for this bomb to be returned?
I would do this myself but I have my hands full
I have been trying to stop this bloke ending it all


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | Shape | |

Towering Height

T o w e r i n g Looking down on those in the grasp of its touch. so harsh and cold it has been named by some who have seen it making ants of all. So high above our eye enough to touch our the sun above, yet so frail in time of flight it bows its head down Oh tower, what you see, what has been done within the night. You see all near and far, you wish that you could not. So many do in vain, they do not realize what is said their only care is for what is now, but you can see heaven from there. You know who comes and goes, you follow upon our race. You see the evil men commit, and you can't wait to leave this place.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Just Suppose

Suppose the winds were never again to blow?
Suppose the rivers ceased to flow?
Suppose there never would be another spring?
Suppose a robin was unable to sing?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the flowers could no longer bloom?
Suppose there would be no sun or moon?
Suppose the world stopped spinning around?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

Suppose the oceans would suddenly dry?
Suppose an eagle could no longer fly?
Suppose Love was suddenly lost?
Suppose we are left to suffer the cost?
Just suppose. Just suppose.

A Poem By,
Milton L. Delgado
October 28, 2001


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | Bio | |

Akira

Over the sun, the robed angel,
She sat on her giant throne,
Turning the days with her soft hand,
Her ring would reflect onto the eyes.
Of her followers as they watched her,
She sat many milleniums turning,
The day to night, but the cruelty of man,
Left the blonde seraphim ravished.
She fell off her high throne,
She plunged into the ocean,
And left a rainbow in her wake.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mom Doesn't Listen To Me

as I explore the depths of 
my inner being there's a few 
things that I have not 
been hearing or seeing

like my little girl's voice 
wispering thru the night
come hold me close mama 
for I feel such fright

or why can't you get out of bed 
your eyes look swollen and 
looks awful garsh darn red

and like why cant you come
to my school I 'm just trying
to make you proud of what I 
can accomplish too

also why do I have to go live 
with my dad when you had me
weren't you feeling nothing but glad

for eleven years I had to live
with these inner fears of not being able
to be a fulltime mother to my little girl
who I love so dear and cannot everyday hear

so to this day I will continue 
to fight and pray that the
heavens beams of rays
will let me enjoy my 
beautiful angel again one day
and thats what I need to say





I Have been stricken with an ungodly illness for 25 yrs
that prevents me from being a fulltime mother 
to my Jenny Rose the sickness has to do with
severe migrains to stomach there is no cure 
only injections to try to abort spells then I lay 
in a dorment state for up to 9 hours
it ruined my life literly



Also this is entry for Kristin Renyold's 
what you need to hear contest


Details | I do not know? | |

The Plague

Anger and violence, it lives everywhere.
Like a new type of virus, born into the air.
I can see it right now, I knew it would come.
To infest the minds of the young,
By the turn of the millennium.

It starts with depression deep from inside.
Then thoughts of death and murder, ramble in the mind.
Questions of whether this is real, or visions in my mind.
Maybe I'm already dead, 
Just stuck in rewind.

So many young feel the same way.
Give me a gun, I'll cure you of this today.
Anger and voilence, I've been it for years.
I feel like going hunting,
For humans or deer's.


Details | I do not know? | |

drowning in a depressed world

drowing in a depressed world 
yelling out HELP but nobody hears me
drowning in my sorrow
running towards no were to go
trying to escape from my own sorrow
but seeing no hidden door to get out 

drowning in a depressed world 
seeing with a stranger's eyes 
seeing murder , hate, and suicide
and broken hearts.

drowning in a depressed world


Details | I do not know? | |

Birthday Blues

Birthday’s come and birthdays go,
I shouldn’t worry, I fully know
First they’re young then follows old,
But as they pass I grow cold
And weary of the days to come
Feeling like a total bum
Just waiting for my time to end
Until my cards, they’ll no longer send.

April 7, 2005


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection

Am I in love? I must say no,
For love to myself, I never show.

My brain is very active still,
It works against me to break my will.

The evil, it's there, it's blinding me,
So my mind floats in fantasy

It's very addictive,
And I'm quite afflicted

With these talented souls,
That shall never know,

Or see my words, or hear my voice,
Anytime I make a choice,

About or over anything,
Like shall we dance or maybe sing.

Still my mind's preoccupied,
All other things I just abide.

This hand I'm dealt, I do not desire,
It causes pain like flames of fire,

Burning away at my mortal being,
Always feeling the need for fleeing,

Away from this place and across this land,
Through valleys to mountains and burning sand.

If I understood why, I'm positive,
That maybe then I'd want to live.

Instead I sit right on this spot,
Deciding whether to take the shot.

I think that I am going crazy,
Days of late seem very hazy,

So many ways I wish to fly,
So I no longer have to lie,

And pretend to be a happy chick,
When in this mind the thoughts are sick.

My heart, desire and soul have lost
Hope of mothering whatever the cost.

I’ve taken His punishment since the past,
I hoped one day to see the last,

But still it drags on evermore,
What does He want? I must implore.

The time is short it's growing near,
It'll seal my fate, that I fear.

Oh father time, can you not stop?
The ticking of this infernal clock

It's almost here, I see the day,
Please won't you stop these games you play.

My mind is fragile, this God knows,
I hope to strengthen before it blows,

For I pray, tis not my destiny
To be driven into insanity.


Details | Free verse | |

Last sighting

Still searching we walk to edge of tide
To where waters tickle the toes 
At different edge each night
Here you were last seen
That dreadful night
Disappearing

Washed away with tidal sands and seas
Your mind tormented with unease
Released by natures blessing
As each wave comes over
Fleeting moments lost
As older things
remembered

Your footprints gone only whispers remain
Your life we shared and loved, we cared
Left to us are solemn memories
Of many days gone by
And still we try 
To find your
Lonely soul
Lost

And so the seaside weathers gently call
And seagulls cry around rocky shore
Last sighting of you was walking
In the sand one misty morning
And although not one print 
Was  left for us to find
There is some peace
From knowing that
You were smiling


Details | Free verse | |

THE ENNUI OF THE LOST

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and a desire for a Dolce Vita
mollifies a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears off and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui deprives him of courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles the sand to infuse fear.
    


Details | Free verse | |

Broken minded

It tumbles through my mind
Like an oversized owl clipped
From flight.  Nothing remains 
Shelves of carefully stacked 
Thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Shatter into shards of coloured mirrors.

Then it spreads – a black tar
Glupping, glumping until it fills
Pores and membranes and every
Being that was once myself.
I thought steadiness achieved
Until one day – back turned –
You came and that was it.

Gone peace and enter marooned
Madness.  Life over but not dead.
Torture like toenails being pulled. 
But it goes: time is our one
Weapon left.  The shelves are
Never replaced, my childhood general store
Vandalised.  Bottles of being
Smashed from innocence. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Eye Stones

Eye Stones
It has come to pass
That we sing our songs
Of yesterday's gloom . . .
Of tomorrow's doom . . .
While trying to figure out
Why we are out of date
Fools of doubt
A mind trapped within a state of time
Where life is but an imagination
Of an empty soul's interpretation
Of a mirage in the desert heat
And we are made of meat!
Able to rot and age with time
Dying from the moment of conception
Like glowing embers falling from the sky
We're already dead, so we can't die, just cry
The clock is running out of tock
The eyes are growing dark--a sea of stones
What's it like to know you are dead?
To know that life is just all in your head?
 


Details | Lyric | |

Earthbound

A falling silent sky
And upside down, in this sky I cry
Broken rules as all silence screams
The air is thin, is this but a dream?

A glowing distant star
It comes so close, but its warmth is far
Moonlight recites painful rhyme
In space I breathe, but choke all the time

A fading planet of blue
The ocean all, reminds me of you
With such delight I feel the sun
Reflects the earth, as I am undone

Solace of my disease
That I can see, but never reprieve
Creature of mine so peaceful here
The blackest hole becoming so clear

Burning in bitter night
The webs of pain have made darkness bright
So close to death and drifting alone
I have become the faded unknown

A glowing distant star
The warmth has scorched, now it’s not so far
The scattered night silencing fear
Now thoughts of you; the ocean so clear

Swimming in currents of light
The reflecting stars charting my flight
My tears reclaim the need for your love
Just take me home, with all space above


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection of True Beauty

I am critical of every flaw.
I make sure not to leave out a blemish.
I show what's there
Up close and personal
Covering nothing.
Every time one looks at herself in me
She looks frustrated, sad, helpless
Yet on occasion she has a glow about her,
A gorgeous illumination of happiness,
Surrounding her golden strands like a God gifted halo.
Her eyes, unmistakably a beautiful honey brown, 
Are mirrors themselves to a sadden past,
And of an uncertain, yet hopeful future.
Her imperfect skin, which troubles her so,
Changes slightly from year to year, 
To her inconvenience.
Yet what she seems to not understand
Is that what I show her is truth
And who I show her is real, honest.
And because of that,
Her reflection, in every way, is magnificently beautiful.


Details | Ballad | |

Dissociation

I see a better world that I can use Its far from you And inside me The reality is too much to handle anymore It's a place we all can love A place where all angels dwell Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me It saves me to go away It's my internal prison It's my only safe-haven I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more It's deep enough where you will never find But open enough to keep expanding I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore This is it i will take a stand A sky with death In it's smile Rolls across the night It seeks to know what is wrong And the thing is you I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm still in love with you

My heart bleeds from pain lusting to see you 
again countless memories is all I got left to 
treasure reminiscing and fantasizing is now 
my only pleasure soft touches and kisses from 
you is all I use to look forward to never thought
we would ever separate I hope its not the end I 
hope its not too late as I’ve manifest for you 
to see that the only way I can carry on is if your 
apart of my life now loneliness is all I feel sitting 
here hopelessly as my sorrow for you discomforts 
me as my tears weakens my pendulous soul as my 
lifeless brain fails to give an answer to make things 
better with you again I cant sleep or eat without you
all I do is steer in the distance of the stars as my mutilated
heart bleeds for you moving isn’t easy when love is 
involved my eyes stay moist from tears only you can 
dissolve 
for my privation only you got the cure



Details | Ballad | |

Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


Details | Free verse | |

The Unknown

The whispers around me are getting louder
The footsteps beneath me keep coming
Keep growing
As I stand there in the unknown

No one is around 
To see the fear in my eyes
For the time just stands still
As my blood starts to fill the empty spaces

When I am there alone
It feels as though I’m not
For even though the sight cannot be seen
Something, someone
Still is

The fear is growing higher
The blood is flowing faster
As the whispers double
And the footsteps beneath me become deeper
A scream cannot be made
Or the fear cannot be shown
For it is all in the unknown


Details | Prose Poetry | |

In The Dark

All alone in the dark, i can see nothing any which way i turn. I can hear nothing 
but the eerie calm of silence. My heart skips a beat as my imagination begins to 
plays tricks on me. How i got here, i do not know. I am just as clueless to where i 
am as to who i am. A name is such a simple and instinctive thing to know, but i 
do not obtain this basic knowledge of myself. I do not know my past nor my 
present. This darkness terrifies my senses and makes my insecurties take flight. 
I don't know if i will be able to survive such emptiness as that which surrounds 
me. I can feel it grabbing at me. It tears like claws into my soul. It has already 
taken my identity. The only thing left for it to steal is my life. Life is such a precious 
gift that one should not give up easily. We only recieve one, so why should 
something that doesn't deserve it be allowed to take it? The coldness is getting 
unbearble. My body shivers and shakes with the wind. I can feel my life slipping, 
but i won't give up... i can't give up something that i hold so dear. It will just have 
to rip the life from me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Moving nowhere

I sit here now by candlelight
Still thinkin of poems to write
No more electric in the house
Everythings as quiet as a mouse
It's getting light morning is here
I just wish someone was near
Just someone  to talk to for a while
If i could i'd walk a mile
Or even a few i could do
I'm not sure i wish i knew
But i cant i'm stuck inside this house
Being as quiet as a mouse


Details | Epitaph | |

Liberator (Epitaph)

He lived a life of such greatness
And did not die a thousand deaths
To all souls he brought happiness
Even as he breathed his last breath


© Joseph, 8/12/07
© All Rights Reserved


 
Epitaph is a commemorative poem inscribed on a tombstone or mortuary 
monument written in praise of a deceased person.  Generally, epitaphs are 
small poems with rhyming lines written in reflection of the deceased person’s 
life.  They are not always somber and some are very humorous and witty.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mama ! Whats Wrong With Me

mama !  whats wrong with me
crawling on this floor on bended knees
a bucket a towel and kleenix for when I sneeze
injections where the sun doesn't shine or glee

please tell me mama what was given to me
emergency visits and sirens for all to come run and see
test and more test without any answers given to thee
is it unknown or was this meant for this to be
my sickness I have deep inside thats stops me from running free


mama how could you have given this to me
was it through your dna or excitment to its fifth degree
or was it too much sun in the eyes for I beg and plea
mama what have I've done to deserve these nasty heaves


mama please help me help me please
three days of hell to its fullest degree
is not what I want for the world to see
of me  lying on the floor as I beg and plea
mama please help me help me please





note
for last 25yrs I have been suffering 
with unknown illness that prevents me
 from having a full life and took me away from
being a full time mom to my jenny I have to take 
injections that make me stop throwing up 
to 3 days and meds makes me sleep 
up to 9 hours sometimes
this sickness is called CVS   
{cyclic vomiting syndrom}
found in children 
and now adults too 
mostly women

no cure no remedy 
just things to help ya through the night
oh what fun    LOL              







                                     


Details | Rhyme | |

Chilly Willy

like a stampeed herd of buffalo shuffling across floor
I kept hearing stomping through the door

no mist or beams of light
but her dogs surely felt the erie fright

clinging to me like a lovers intertwine
I uttered to them you'll both be just fine

I could feel my sister's enity come through the door
I sat up and yelled your here no more

as fast as she came in
she backed out slowly once again

I called out to her name
said you died in your sleep oh what a shame

could not fall to sleep the rest of the night
waiting for another sign that she's alright

she was only fifty seven
now she resides in God's heaven

her dogs placed in a no kill shelter
But her visit felt like helter skelter



Tribute To My Sister Phyllis  {1951 - 2009 }
     R.I.P. Chilly Willy


Also Entry For
Danielle White's
Time Warp Contest 
GL All


Details | Free verse | |

War

Upon the battlefield, 
Blades clash, and arrow whiz,
Guns fire, and artillery booms,
War is here for eternity.

Never changing, we fight our bloody wars,
Like medieval times, we fight still,
All that has changed is the weaponry,
We still kill one another given the chance.
As a general once said, 
‘War is just another form of diplomacy.’

War in eternity, not even gone when we reach the stars,
Spaceships with guns, 
To fire upon hostile aliens.
War is here to stay.


Details | Lyric | |

Mental molestation

As I probe within the depths of my mind
Searching for all there is to know about you
little by little I discover the person you've become
and the more I learn the more I forget.
Now I am trapped within you
surrounded by you comp heart races as I notice the changes
little at first then growing into pain
how did I get here? why did I come?
I thought I knew you but now I see we lost touch long ago
my life without you seems empty
I look for you in my dreams when I close my eyes
you looked close enough to touch and then you were gone
why do all the people in my mind keep leaving me? 
am i not good enough for them?
My mind wanders looking for sanity but
I find nothing except an empty condom wrapper~


Details | Couplet | |

The Case Against The Moon

She held the case against the moon
in bubbled glasses sea green hewn
and whispered nothings to the fish
her sea fins swishing at her wish
"The case against the moon", she said,
"began the day that I was wed
and on that day the tide pulled back
to swirling waves to ships attack
It 'twas this day my love embarked
a voyage to sustain my heart
while I a lowly mermaid be
he came to set my spirit free...
His ship was bitten by the wind
a low and moaning hull of tin
His eyes of coal to be immersed
while I searched for my wedding purse
Pearls from oysters for my crown
and seaweed stitched a wedding gown
His laugh and all his love did die
and, on my fins, I know not why
And so bold moon, I challenge you
to bring the worst that you can do
and I will fight with all my will
until the tides return to still."
The passive moon, it heaved a sigh
and tides began to do or die
while waves in turmoil turned to swell
the fish turned too, and wished her well.
She threw her glasses to the sea
and dove to indigo caves once free
to tether nets of liquid ore
to quell the moon forever more
On flying fish she pulled her nets
beyond the sun's impartial sets
to catch the moon and hurl her down
a luminous splash, and then no sound
The earth went dark, the sea went cold
all mermaids there went grey and old
The sea floor shook at the moon's embrace
in a glowing ripple of pure disgrace
Still in the sky in purple wind
the mermaid whispered: "I have sinned"
She shed a thousand briny tears
and flew the skies with grief and fears
'till deciding at last what she should do
She set a course to save the moon.
She dove to the bottom of a sea of light
and what she saw was quite a sight
The broken pieces in scattered glow
This wasn't the moon she used to know
So gently, with fins and liquid lips
she balanced a shard on her mermaid hips
and flew to the ink, to the sky of sorrow
with a sadness of what would be brought the morrow
The sliver she placed in the sky that night
became the "new moon" to dimly light
the ocean each month to gently grieve
it's ships and it's mermaids to long bereave.


Details | Rhyme | |

Avaricious Bunny

A tale of one, who feared an obsession so absurd,
Very lonely, he had so very few friends indeed.
Afraid of their thoughts, he felt could be heard.
Richly clairvoyant, at times his mind would bleed. 
Individuality drove him inward, hiding his view.
Cautiously ushering new friends to be seen,
Intentional thoughts kept him honest and true.
Only he knew of the obsessions so obscene.
Under a cover that hid the disease from birth.
Secure he only punished himself from worth.

Bunnies do have many fears, to undertake in life.
Unbelievably we hide our suffering in happy ways.
Never realizing, most other creatures live in strife.
Nevertheless, we sell ourselves, running in a maze.
Yes, fear can drive covetous ways from becoming rife.


Details | Free verse | |

From higher realms I watch

I see you in your sadness,
I feel your dark despair,
if only you could see I'm here
or feel that I'm so near.

From higher realms I watch you,
protect you, keep you near,
I wipe the tears that fall each night,
just as I'll do all year.

My life took momentarily,
no warning did we share,
no time to say I love you;
nor let you know I care.

But I know your love for me is strong,
no matter how time's passed;
built on strong foundations,
this one was meant to last.

Now I've another role to fill;
as an angel set to care,
to teach and lead misguided ones;
new lives to prepare.

But still I hold you nearest me,
I'm sure you've felt my touch,
I hear you when you talk to me,
For I love you love so much.

And one day when the time is right,
we'll be as one as such;
then you will understand and see
how from higher realms I watch.


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother's Teardrop

her tears stained the paper
after reading the article 
from the pentagon on how
her son was killed in the line of duty
by friendly fire by another
soldier guarding a watch tower
placing metals and flag in hands 
she endlessly stares at her son's 
picture wearing his dressed blues
on the old piano and unwraps
the flag and places over her shoulders
chanting his name over and over again
her husband helps her to her feet
and leads her out the door for their next
visit to his marked tombstone 



Tribute To 
Armed Forces 



Inspired by a sister site Swamp Challenge
To Start Poem Using Her Tears Stained The Paper


Details | Lyric | |

A Song of Freedom

A bird forgotten in a rusty cage
Waking up to see the last of day
A broken wing that whispers of a war
To be let out is all he’s hoping for

All alone without a will to breathe
Too afraid to finally fall to sleep
Nothing left so he begins to sing
The dancing rhythm granting life within

Another heart that sings of other lives
So universal it transcends all time
Another tune to free an empty soul
The lonely bird now understands and grows

So he wakes with patience and a song
The bird remembers what it is to long
The deeper that his music comes to be
The more the bird desires to be free

The bird decides to share his greatest work
A song of freedom stronger than despair
His music travels over open plains
He keeps on singing even in his pain

His final note now reaches every ear
His final breath has emptied every fear
The bird has finally left his rusty cage
The bird, once broken, has truly found the day


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hidden Emotions

We keep things hidden inside that we are too afraid to show. When we have 
nowhere to turn, we push our feelings down and try to pretend that they don't 
exist. We cover ourselves with a mask as though, with that mask, we are freed of 
our emotions. If we are lucky enough, our trick will work for a while until the 
inevitable happens and our hidden thoughts burst up and overwhelm us. They 
feed on us until we break down and face them. Tears help to wash away the 
feeling of helplessness and lonliness that can break us if we allow such to 
happen. We can never rid ourselves of these, but we can try to take control of 
them so they don't hurt as much.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Reflection

My eyes don't even dare look at my reflection. It is not my outside that bothers me, 
it's my inside. No one sees what I do not allow them to. I do not show them how I 
really feel and I do not show them my true self. I fear that if I show them my true 
self, that I will become vulnerable to them. If I do not share my heart, then I do not 
have to deal with the inevitable pain of it breaking. Lately, I do not know what to 
do. I feel myself becoming weak inside. I have allowed the outside world to 
influence my emotions. Sometimes I feel that if we had no emotions, that we 
would be alot better off. Emotions always end up ruining things and hurting us. I 
wish I could just become hard on the inside so that it wouldn't hurt or bother me 
any longer. If I had a shell around my heart then nothing could come close 
enough to harm it. Nothing would hurt me ever again.


Details | Free verse | |

Eyes of a Saint

Anger devours all thoughts of sanity.
Left in perspective is a warped sense of morality.
No “I” , no “me.” Just a lost sense of individuality.

Memories torn and tattered. Hopes and dreams , gone and splattered.
Her Brain too oftenly impaled by the pain , that she should’ve never grown accustomed to. She’s sickly pale with a heart that’s black and blue.

Crimson trickles. Now only one drop remains.
Life disregarded , as natural as a male lion who bears no mane.

Imagery in mind is so vivid.
Agony the artist that uses her wrist as a canvas
Where it created a red and wine collage without paint because she " could no longer stand it! "

Heart stops. Begins to rot.
Decadence creates its very own chaotic thought crate.

Entity flashes.
Meaning turns to ashes.
Eyes turn white.
Life becomes faint.

With her vision blurred she makes out a face.
She understands.
She’s smiles. 
She is seeing the reflection of her escape...in the eyes of a saint.


Details | Haiku | |

Discarded Love

amidst sandy shore
withered rose lays discarded
from the sea of love


Details | Ballad | |

Didiane Le Vie

 
I need to feed my hunger is never satisfied I need your attention please notice me My emotions are bare, so I crave yours 'Tis a painful obessesion that leaves me wanting more It goes on over and over Till I find my mark I'm synthetic and cold nothing inside Woe I am, is all I feel I'll try forever till im dead But I cannot be dead-- for only your blood will be shed Take away this horrid price But painful immortality doesn't fail I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire I can't feel anymore I was made by a blood-thirsty whore Who wanted war and death All I wanted was to be real Only you are my mark I'll gain all your attention Capture your emotions Just love me even though I cant love A creature of the dark I was made to tear everything apart I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire (love me and love me and love me and love me and love me and love me) I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire


Details | Lyric | |

Walking Through Shadows

The absence of a lonely night
I’m too close to you; too close to hide
This sadness everything I am
Contradicting my heart as it turns to sand

The need to walk alone and be
Reflections of death; reflections of me
This silence everything I know
Surviving the end lest I turn to stone

Arise, the darkest of my fears
To face death alone for all those years
I wake from ancient worlds of rain
And now I exist in the darkest pain

The absence of a wishing star
With nothing too close; nothing too far
This indifference weaves the night
Caught up with lust before I feel the light

The need to take from her my soul
Always she smiles; always she knows
This shadow master reading lives
Beckoning fears that will steal your mind

Arise, the angel I must shape
The darkest of knights can still awake
Too strong, but hatred is too much
Awakening light that understands death’s touch


Details | Free verse | |

Lost Souls

Two lost souls
Screaming in agony
Searching for solace
Seeking comfort
Brought together
Through the hands of fate 
To guide each other 
Out of the abyss that 
They have become trapped in 

Tears of sadness
Totally consume them
They are drowning 
In their bitter despair
No one could reach them
They were left to decay
In this claustrophobic tomb
They had stumbled into

Eternally misunderstood
Two outcasts
Two souls connected 
Through their endless
Captivity in the darkness
They have been bound to
For what has felt 
Like an eternity 
Now traveling through
Their tunnel of torment
Facing their demons together
So they will never have to
Suffer in solitude any longer



 


Details | Free verse | |

You Little Devil

her heart could not withstand 
anymore pain from the life 
of her son's daily usage 
of drugs and alcohol

only sixteen and yet to blossom
mother had to make some 
tough choices either check him
into a treatment facility by dawn

or simply call the morgue
while holding sons photograph
kneeling and crying at his casket



Tribute To Addictions
May God Give You Strength
To Fight That Demon


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh What A Fool Am I

Oh what a fool am I
when I alway's thought you'd
be right by my side

Oh what a fool am I
to have looked into
those baby blue eyes

Oh what a fool am I
to think that there was or 
could be any other guy

Oh what a fool am I
in believing you could stop
the hurt and pain caused deep down inside

Oh what a fool am I
to stand here and think that one day
I would walk down the isle as your bride

Oh what a fool am I
that I won't one day
tell you one last goodbye

Oh what a fool am I
to stand here and just
look and watch the big blue sky

Oh what a fool am I
for wiping these tears
running down my eyes

Oh what a fool am I
blowing you one last kiss
and letting out a big sigh

Oh what a fool am I
For chosing to be
Oh what a fool am I



Little Diddly LOL








Details | I do not know? | |

Familiarity

The familiar glazing over of the eyes
The all too strange stare
Mismatched eyebrows
And in-grown hairs
I was sure
Sure I knew that person
Then I opened the medicine cabinet
And she, she disappeared
Just like dew on a summer afternoon


Details | I do not know? | |

Ignored

Days passes by, we don’t notice the