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Details | Rhyme | |

Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


Details | Acrostic | |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Light Poetry | |

My Guitar

My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love

My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances

My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored

My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang

The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards

Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps


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 | Quatrain | |

My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Things Fall Apart

Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders  hardened the 
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which 
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue. 
Our agricultural and peaceful 
"green white green", they've turned to 
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.


Details | Verse | |

Rust Sleeps

Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub door so to screech
a shrill alert to drunken ears
of some returning ghost.

Rust sleeps upon the riverbed,
suicide pushed into the deep,
trolleys severed by the silt,
dead baby prams beside.

Rust sleeps in feasts of coma night
and eats small mouthfuls of the moon,
spits corrosion at the stars
and dulls this razor life. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life


Details | Light Poetry | |

I Hate You All

Yes you, and you, and you over there
The nerve you all have, it’s sickening
What right do you have to leave this world?
Why do you all die on me?
What is life that you toss it away?
Old and sick, humppph excuses I say
I have had enough
No one must leave
Stop, I command time to STOP
Are my tears not enough?
You all conspire against me, I know
To add me to your collection
Of death
Why? Why? Why?
All your kind smiles, laughter and love
You make the world shine, and give hope
Only to disappear to the afterlife
Is this not cruelty?
I beg of you all, do not go
I have not the strength to carry on
Here, as you all dwindle away
Leaving me to ponder my own mortality
Alone, alone I sit, knowing romance will be kindled once more
Death will come to offer me a final kiss
Whom will hate me?


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 | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Blank verse | |

ENNUI

Disenchanted with ennui,
I want to my earth
To meet the sky,
To catch a falling star
Outside a ‘Monday thru Friday’
‘Nine to Five’ job,
But traffic on the eight eighty
Enshackles me in the tapestries of my mind.

Amnesia walks me through corridors of lice
Armed with coffee cups, the stock market on the radio,
I have lost all with my nasdaq fall
Into bars and brothels of dubious repute,
All is carnal after all.

Entrapment with Chopin on the alarm clock,
Donuts oozing with cream, wiped away with a napkin,
How do I get away from Tchaikovsky at night?
As the older whores at last snore,
I light a cigarette and lean out my window
To wail a poem, catch a falling star. 


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


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 | |

Isolation Keeps

Along roads where mistral sweeps
Loneliness within ambles on
Every other step falling, keeps isolation
While, happiness continues out of sync


Details | Verse | |

DESTINED- Shadorma

My clenched fist holds mesh of luck lines threads of fate stitching life imprints of many struggles I fight destiny 21/08/2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Hypochristians

They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed 
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence 
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way 
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.


Details | Blank verse | |

Alien

When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me—dead Like a spider in the water, I realise what has been bothering me all along: It is my own mortality A distant song A bad fatality A cool, unopened telephone A modern dial What’s the use in trying To make life what it will never be A pleasure is not what life is about Because around you people are dying And there’s no time for crying So what is there to do When the earth crumbles Into something foreign and Suffocates me so that I’m foreign, too And everyone around me is foreign—dead —Alive—wishing to be dead—wishing to be alive- Wanting to give What we don’t have to give, Like a man inclined to drink himself to death On an evening like every other evening On a night like every other night - I take the shining bullet That my father left behind Because what use is there to live In an alien world where everyone is alien to everyone And wishing to break free, not to be alien Not to be sinners but to regain redemption We’re all so sorry for what we have done When the earth crumbles Into something foreign And suffocates me again so that I am dead And the bullet that has often shined doesn’t seem to shine so much any more, I will escape all that is alien by shooting myself in the brain And hope that death is not alien When I have always suspected that death is the same


Details | Rhyme | |

For Laura

For Laura

She suffered in silence from the years of abuse
If not for the violence she felt of no use
She denied that her soul was addicted to pain
Inside she felt cold so her blue eyes would rain
She had beautiful dreams somewhere in her youth
Of being a queen then she discovered the truth
That love can go wrong if left up to a man
It will not be strong if it’s not part of God’s plan
Hope painted a picture with colors of laughter
Of missus and mister happily ever after
When he used to kiss her it encouraged her faith
The times he would hit her she didn’t feel safe
Through all the trouble she had time to conceive
Despite the struggle she just couldn’t leave
She knew in her heart things would only get worse
She accepted the dark blaming God for the curse
If not for her kids she’d give it all back
Thinking time won’t forgive what’s been done in the past
I wish I knew her before she was broken by man
To give these words to her so she’d understand
That a woman’s heart has one unique chance
She must use all her smarts when choosing a man
Not all of us can wear shiny armor
Some men you can’t trust they’d only harm her
But not to give up time can be a friend
You may have the Lord’s luck the next corner you bend
There is time for love you are still that queen
Ask the Father above and you’ll see what I mean
The beauty with in you will never fade
God has always been with you; He’s never delayed
I must remind you; you are His greatest gift
Don’t look behind and the pain won’t exist


Details | Blank verse | |

The Searching (1995)

I’ve been dying inside for so many years
I’ve bee searching for a cure
I try so hard to understand what my body is telling me
I can feel my heart aching, the void I feel is so strong
I’ve been searching for ways to fill what was never given as a boy
I had love once and for a time my heart and soul were content
But I put my happiness at jeopardy long ago
And since that time I just haven’t been the same
I’ve accomplished so many things in such a short time
But I’m being engulfed by rage anger
The beast within my soul will not leave me alone
My heart, mind and soul are not sound
I can feel that I am at war with myself
I’ve been exercising my body and mind 
But my soul is lost in the abyss
This hollow feeling of loneliness
So many emotion are building up inside
My quest for happiness seems to be an endless journey.
I’m breathing so heavy lately and 
the pain within my chest grows stronger
the building of my foundation is weighing me down
the child inside is hiding but I can hear him crying
my smile has disappeared and my eyes have become so sad.
I have no strong religious belief.
I’ve been seeking exodus in so many alternate ways.
They say you must love yourself first
In order to gain peace with your own inner beast
I must face all of my fears, it is only then that this dead and 
empty feeling will heal the child 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 | Free verse | |

L. I. F. E. (Living In Fear Everywhere)

L iving 
I n
F ear
E verywhere

Just as we live and just as we die 
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves 
We are the players 
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise 
Of war, famine and greed 
We do rise
 
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills 
And continue to improve the technology, the precision 
The assurance of absolute destruction 

Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier 
Survival 
The career choice of many 
A thriving business with prestige and power 
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush 
So young, so fragile 
Blood is running in the streets 
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth 
Falling, one after the other 
So far from the truth 

S  hocked 
A  ngry
D  epressed 

What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ? 
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves 
Stealing each others dreams 
Each others families 
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ? 
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care 
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival 

G  ive 
U  s
N  o
S  anity

All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere 


Eric (and sometimes not)


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 | Blank verse | |

Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


Details | Free verse | |

TIME



If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 

TIME


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Rhyme | |

Heroes Soon Forgotten

Disease beneath the skin, iron will can never win.
Death in the air, sorrow and misery the killing pair.
What's no longer in the mind, has left for no one to find.
The eery chill, just waiting for the kill.
Demons never cease, death will never release.
The cold dead fingers, kills sorrows singers.
The dead in the earth, doomed from birth.
Lightning streaks the sky, as angels begin to cry.
The mighty hell fire, will never tire.
The infected precense, causes all to wince.
Throughout seasons, death has no reasons.
Hours are days, as the darkness forever stays.
Knife carves through bone, as the end is shown.
Before the damned awake, this world will break.
No repents for the sinner, in this game there is no winner.
When will we see the light, for all sicken of this endless fight.
The heroes will soon be forgotten, for now the loving hearts are rotten.
In those crying eyes, the darkness continues to rise.
Death plays the tune, beckoning the wicked soon.
Will this never end, for all have not sinned.
Remembering the dead, as all watched as demons fed.
Can any make it through, as hearts break in two?
All that remains, is the haunting scars and pains.
Trembling before shadows lord, deafening as the reaper has roared.
The blade falls, without the slightest pause.
Who can rise above, and make true what we've dreamt of?
Who can we trust, to fight through greed and lust?
Shattered dreams, tore through the seams.
We fight this master, as our lives drain faster.
Death comes to all, as they hear the voiceless call.
Getting closer to the gates, who now controls our fates?
Laughter burning through our ears, consuming all fears.
Finally there is freedom, finally the light has come.


Details | Free verse | |

VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


Details | Prose Poetry | |

That Which Is Real

Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s  breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real


Details | Free verse | |

The Scar

      
     
           
 They told me..forget it..! 
 They confused me.. 
 They ordered me... 
 "Control your thoughts.."  

 Whenever I see flowers...
 My heart leaps with joy..
 But when I reach near... 
 They wither.............  

 Whenever I see babies... 
 My heart leaps with joy.. 
 But when I reach near... 
 They cry....... 
 
Whenever I look in mirror, 
It frightens me......... 
 THE SCAR ! 
  


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 | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Free verse | |

Felo-De-Se Dream

I just drank a fifth of vodka
A lot on my mind
I start crying
But not because I'm sad or scared
It just feels like I'm supposed to
Razor blade in my hand
Ready to cut my flesh
First I slit my neck
Then both wrists
See the blood drip
Feel it running down my skin
Hear it hit the floor
Smells great
One taste & reality hits
Blood is gone
No cuts
Or tears
A voice says,
"This is your future"
Then I wake up


Details | Rhyme | |

Wasteland

Dust dry winds that leech and parch,
Skeletal soldiers that endlessly march
O'er barren sand and rocky crest,
Examples of nature's cruel jest.

Plants that bristle with vicious quills;
A land that teems with ancient ills.
Cursed and blighted by gods unknown;
Loved by bandits and rogues alone.

Loneliness that echoes the land's bleak need;
A cancer that grows like an unholy seed.
Twisted remnants from an age long past;
Memories linger, but nothing lasts.

Broken spires and crumbling sand;
Fading ruins on every hand
Of once proud cities gathering dust;
Abandoned dreams now choked with rust.

Shadowed lands now harsh and bleak;
Drained of life, of decay they reek.
Blistering heat to sear and scorch;
A land benighted, the sun its torch.

Mountains loom high on every hand;
Timeless sentinels o'er the broken land.
Yet in this desolate, deserted place,
Life yet lingers, if only a trace.

Lizards, snakes, and scorpions abound;
Cactus blooms and birds give sound.
Reminders to all that life will live,
And survive on whatever nature will give.

A wasteland it is, and yet it is more;
For it harbors secrets of forgotten lore.
Lessons of serenity, hope, and trust;
Covered in blankets of alkaline dust.


Details | Lyric | |

Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED. 
 


Details | Imagism | |

dignity

across rooms gust strong winds
emptiness without formed cracks

shook narrow confines
from the darkness within

indeff,rent,rent songs
nostalalqiques dreams
attentive inhumane screams
desire to belong

to accept dignity
speak sweet
accept defeat and
smile throu tormented peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Somebody To Love

I have no roof to shelter under
When the sky begins to rain
For an umbrella through the thunder
I will always hope in vain.


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 | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | I do not know? | |

***Love is a Terrible Thing to Waste

There’s so much inside of me
That I wish I could say
Yet I keep it to myself
It’s easier that way

I’ve learned to love carefully 
You won’t find me off-guard
I seldom allow anyone in
The effort’s just too hard

With everything I’ve been through
I’ve slowly built a wall
I tend to stay in my comfort zone
That way I cannot fall

I’ve made so many excuses
It isn’t worth the fight
So I simply shut people out
Though I know it isn’t right

I know that I’ll probably never
Know what love’s all about
So instead of going through the pain
I take the easy way out

One day I’ll wake up and have
Someone who will be there
But the way I’m feeling now
I just can’t make myself care

If I keep pushing you away
I’ll find myself alone
I can handle what life throws at me 
A lot better on my own

I can’t stand the pain
That’s left every time you go
So I hold in all I’m feeling
I never let it show

I’ve learned from every heartache
From ever time I’ve cried
I’ve learned it’s best to play it safe
And just keep it all inside

A love is a terrible thing to waste
A heart’s a terrible thing to break
It seems you keep me hanging on
To see how much that I can take


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | I do not know? | |

Lamentations for Immunity

Is it that we are blind?
Cloistered, locked from our mind?
Is it the shadow of our light
That threw away the left of right?

Is it the gold of many?
The lust of the unpure?
Who forgot we were free?
Blame this sugar-coated lure

Gray and brown  and never red
This is where humanity's led
Is it unavoidable, denied from escape?
Is there a gate, a virgin landscape?

We are not blind, there is a sight
A concealed source of colored light
Under the layers of steel and gore
Quest for Immunity, lament of the core


Details | Free verse | |

Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


Details | Free verse | |

Dream

everything is peaceful and calm just like always
but then suddenly something is different
I wake up and realize yet again that it was just a dream
just one more dream that will never come true
for my life is far from peaceful and calm
I wake up yet again to a world gone wrong
a world as scary as any nightmare
maybe we're all just dreaming this world
and without dreams it wouldn't exist
maybe we're all just someones dream
someone like me dreaming their life away
hoping that things will get better some day
isn't that why we all dream?
to escape from our fears and problems
if only for a few hours
dreams are a never ending addiction
the almost perfect drug
and we all do it
we sleep everyday to escape our lives
only if we sleep will our dreams come true
but they're only an illusion
maybe the only way to make a dream happen
is to die and dream an eternal dream


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 | I do not know? | |

Why

Why do I fall
For everything you say
When I know very well
You won't call the next day

Whay do I go with you
When I know you'll go back to her
I know there's no commitment
But when you ask, I say sure

I have no idea
Why I even pick up the phone
I guess I'm just afraid
Of having to be alone

When will I see the truth
Maybe I already do
But it's hard to remember the lies
When I'm so blind to what you do


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Solitude

There some who prefer loneliness
And there are some who just put up with it
There are some who say they aren't lonely
But in fact, there are many
However, I prefer to be by myself
For there are many things to be done
Only I can reflect on many ideas
And only I can discover myself
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who learns the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…

Now there is a choice to be made
But it doesn't seem like it’s the right moment
Are we all ready to change our lives?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Everyday it is the same exact thing
People harming and fighting each other
Now is humanity ready to be free?
To tell the truth, I don't think so
Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who realizes the most alone…

We deserve eternal solitude
For we're all a danger to everything living
And we must stay this way
Until we all know the truth…
We deserve nothing but solitude
Until we realize that we're full of deceit and malice
And that goes for everyone
That is called a human being…

Now many would consider me very weird
But it is in fact I, who knows the most alone…

Being alone in solitude
Isn't wrong nor is it bad for you
We need to be alone
Because we don't know ourselves…
We deserve to live in solitude
Until we are reborn again
And when that day in fact comes
Then you'll see the world change for good…


Details | Quatrain | |

For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!


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 | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

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


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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




Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Didactic | |

Advice for a New Sex Slave

Every night is the same here
As the night before
They make us drink a couple beers
Then men come in the doors
And have their choice of whores

We’re supposed to flirt and smile
Encourage their attentions to us
But when you’ve done this a while
It’s hard to sell them lust
When all you feel is disgust

If you resist, they’ll drug you
And sell you anyway
You’ll wake up broken and bruised
And sore between your legs
(Or worse, if they have sick tastes)

So try to find the nicest perv
And take him to your bed
Don’t count on those pimping jerks
To help; help yourself instead 
And choose the best prospect  -

The answer is in their eyes
Soft or warm eyes are best
If they give you chills say bye
And move on to the next set
Before their appetite’s whet

If you can’t get away
Don’t let them see your dread
Above all, don’t grovel or pray
Or even play dead (think pummeled head) -
That’s how their power is fed

Just imagine they’re someone else
Like a lover from long ago
It’s easier to take the abuse and dwell
On happiness you used to know
And keep that horseshoe of hope

If you lose hope or die, they win
So don’t make it easy for them
Pick the best guy and give him a “grin” -
It’s the only control you’ll ever get 
In a rape contest


Revised 3/6/12


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Narrative | |

A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

As my Mother Slips Away

I called my mother the other day- just to listen to her voice
She answered dear Steve – yes this is me- how are you this day
I said I was fine- it has been some time- I searched for more words to talk
She cantered a bit then came to a halt- as I began to say 
Mother dear- this is Mark- how are you today 
Mark she replied- I have a Mark- he was the oldest of three
How is school - are you making good grades- are you coming home real soon
I told her I would- If only I could- would she know me anyway
I visited my mother the other day- at a home for Alzheimer patients
Her stare in the air- made it be known- that she could not remember
I sat by her side- we nibbled on crackers- we looked out the window pane 
Then I was father- she told me she miss me –I cried a thousand tears
She reached for my hand- I did not resist- I was blessed to make her happy
How are you Tom- I said I was fine- The kids will be home soon
I told her it’s time- I must go home - I have to work tomorrow 
I took her hand- I’ll see you soon- Goodbye Steve she told me

As my Mother slips away today- how precious are my memories
For after this world –I can hardly wait- for my Mother to recognize me


Details | Ballade | |

The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

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

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

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

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


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 monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Quatrain | |

Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full


Details | Tyburn | |

I'm Going Nuts

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                                            constrain
                                            domain
                                            remain


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                        longing for rescue  -    domain   remain


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 | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Couplet | |

Rabbits

Always pulling rabbits 
From the bottom of my hat,
Always looking forwards,
Never looking back.
Like to keep you laughing,
Laughing through the night,
Keeps our broken hearts at bay,
Hidden from the light.

more of my poems at: http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

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

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

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

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




Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Free verse | |

Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box

The skies rip apart
Filling with a hot white fire
The winds blow both hot and cold
Burning and freezing
Birds are replaced by black dragons
Smoking cinders fall like rain
Covering the ground below
Burying people as they run
The ancient gods rise up from the ashes
Full of vengeance and hate
Desiring peace they fight for humanity
What has caused the world such pain?
Pandora's Box has been opened
Hope has died a violent death
The last chance was taken from man
Rains will wash away the ash
The sky will heal
Man will survive
He always has
The gods will return from whence they came
But Pandora's Box will remain empty
Devoid of all hope


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Ballade | |

The stress thats in the air

The stress that’s in the air

I saw two people quarrelling
Two neighbours these two were
They were screaming, cursing, yelling
It did the whole street stir
Such anger I had never seen
Not ever in my life
Some people’s minds to me, it seems 
Are filled with so much strife.

I remember times when I was young
I lived in south east London
And where I was, was a real rough place
Where many came undone
But still the neighbours stuck together
And they’d treat each other right
But now it seems all trust has gone
And folk just want to fight.

It seems that everyone’s uptight
And no one seems to care
About those ones outside their lot
There’s distrust everywhere
But can they really help themselves?
The stress comes with the breeze
And floats around from soul to soul
As it robs the  each of ease.

10 September 2013 @ 1925hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Princess"

So, I see a princess, all alone
Her beauty clear, her wisdom known
I ask her why she sits, on a floor of stone
Instead of on, an elaborate throne

She gives me a look, of utter confusion
Then asks me why, I live in this delusion
Must it be, that in her seclusion
She cannot be happy, why this conclusion?

I take a minute to wonder
And another to ponder
Why away from riches my mind will wander
And my heart grows fonder

I ask if I may sit with her, but she politely declines
I am startled at this, as my fascination subsides
She gives me a smile, and beautifully chimes
I am happy alone, listening to life’s little rhymes

Again I am struck to a daze
Amidst  confusion and haze
My eyes weaken and begin to glaze
I feel I have wasted many days

How can you be happy alone, I ask
To live life, without sharing your task
To sit here, no metaphorical mask
While right over there, in your birth you can bask

She gives me no answer, just one more riddle
Are you on top, or on the bottom, or stuck in the middle
To your neighbor do you mean much, or less than a little
Does a man play music, or is he a slave to the fiddle?

Though the answer is still haunting
I can hear it from a friends dull taunting
I have chased all that the rich were flaunting
And now I live a life that is lonely and daunting


Details | Senryu | |

Poison

Black water
Enters the system
Leaves decay


Details | Ballad | |

Forgiving The Unforgivable

Forgiving The Unforgivable.
 
I held my peace and sung a song,
that echoed through the righteous hall,
my right, my truth, all put to wrong!
As judgment fine had met the pall.
 
How can there be a better way,  
to tell the world of foul play,
than those, your words, that captivate,
and that, my looks, you separate; 
your lies, your tricks, my punishment!
In years to come a sure lament;
but life shall only last its days,
until the sun these men does gaze;
then deeds shall bind our spirits such,
would implore it the heaven's touch,
so again shall meet face to face,
when shattered is the time and space,
there I shall pardon and forgive,
as not in this dimension live,
and from this burden be relieved,
that had a trusting friend deceived,
and yes, I have just this to say,
that friends and foes alike decay,
but on that day, you I shall see, 
as an error of mortality.
 
I hold my peace and sing this song,  
That echoes through the righteous hall,
My right, my truth, all put to wrong!
as judgment fine has met the pall.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Rhyme | |

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died


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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.


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Capricorn, the mountain climber

Capricorn the mountain climber

The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.

He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.

He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.

23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.


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On The Edge Of Sanity

The heart is heavy, and the burden won’t be borne away, I seek the sun beyond the 
weeping moon, among the mourning stars, I seek for hope in the faces of those 
forsaken spirits, I moan silently, wailing for the diseased dream, and the rain softly 
washed away the remained memory of the sunlight, leaving only darkness in the 
horizon.

I weep delightfully, as I amputate the hanging wish, releasing my soul from the ghost 
of hope; comfortably I sank in grief, unwilling to rise, refused to pass through, this 
comfort drifted in my veins so ruthlessly I almost couldn’t breath.

Oh, woe for the dreams that kept me hanging on the edge of sanity, and woe for those 
promising tomorrows that faded in the ashes of solitude, for the foolish in me had finally 
crossed the way to the fairyland where a heart can dwell in peace.

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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


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The Simple Things

The shrieking sun 
& ponderous waters
The cerulean skies
& infinite stars	
The radiant flowers
With silver lined petals

All these things,
Among many,
Are things that amaze me 

But beneath the 
Shrieking sun
Ponderous waters
Cerulean skies
Infinite stars	
& radiant flowers,
Lies sadness
Subtle sadness

Such beautiful things
Can hide sadness
That is why I am afraid
Of the things that amaze me
-m.b.


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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


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Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


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Paying back what I owe

Paying back what I owe.

I guess that some are wondering
Why I’m writing all this stuff
About the man John Sherman
Maybe you’ve had enough
But I owe the man so much
He taught me how to be
A man who lives more in the moment
With a heart and soul that’s free.

I was angry, rude and antisocial
I had no friends at all
No one wanted me around
I’d drive them up the wall
With all  my foolish paranoid
And the hatred deep within
I tried with everything I had
To quell the nasty din.

But then I read Johns message
As I did surf the net
He told me ’do one little act!!’
And I have no regrets
That I did take the mans advice
For look at me today
My happiness is my success
And joy, it is my way.

Now I’m a very loyal man
I must pay back what I owe
John and Carla changed my life
So I want the world to know
I make me no false promises
I just say look and see
It doesn’t cost nothing at all
But it made a brand new me.

13 July 2013 @ 1208hrs.


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The Hidden Sin

What is sin? It is something that is buried within.  Oh no! it is the
hidden sin, it comes back to haunt you again and again.  Sometimes it
is near, sometimes it is far, also it can be a hidden war that lurks in our
inner-beings to haunt us again and again.

We love today and hate tommorrow, what is this hidden sorrow?  It is the
thing that comes back to haunt us again and again.  It makes you happy, it
makes you sad, it loves to make you feel real bad. So what is this hidden sin?
The thing that come back again and again,

Sometimes you are good, sometimes you are bad, it gives you pain you never had.
What is this hidden sin? The joy and pain that is hidden within, "This is the hidden
sin".


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Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


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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.


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Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


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The Time Machine

(I was inspired by the movie "The Time Machine", to write this piece)


For days, weeks, and months,
he became a hermit of science,
working on a device 
to return to his beloved, to return
things as they were four months,
and a fortnight ago; two lovers
embracing a romantic walk together,
in a snowing evening.

Memories of her smile and good heart
gave him courage to create a device
that would make him disappear
from the present,
and meet her in the past.

He depended upon physics to alter
time and fate; to return his joy
and meaning once again…..


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A Snake Beneath

welcome mat-- a snake 
beneath;  door bell pressed--broken
distant siren sounds


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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


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Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


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Silence

It makes no sense to 
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel, 
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. 
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...


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They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


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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 | 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




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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


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Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.


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Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


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The reality that hurts

How many things you should give up
So they will see?
How many nights to cry, so
They will notice you?

Living with the indifference of others,
Forgetting the necessity of warmth,
Then what is this life for?
We do create by ourselves
The reality that hurts.


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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


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Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


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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



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Time to Add More Love

The world's just not the same
This empire in decline
Roses don't smell as sweet
Only grow half their size

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say...

Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry?

Let's protect ourselves 
From the coming flood
Won't need no bullets
Just our shield of love

Let's protect ourselves
From the coming storm
Won't need no raincoats
While love keeps us warm

Time to put more wood
On the dying fire
Of hope

Time to add more love
Gonna raise this
Sinking boat

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say....

Baby doesn't it make you want to cry?

You're all I need
To get through this 
Doom and gloom
Your love for me
And my love for you.


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The joy of the pheasant shoot

The joy of the pheasant shoot.

Getting set for the big event
The good folk do their stuff
They beat the earth with sticks, do they?
With their little dogs so tough 
They flush those pheasants from the scrub
So all can have some fun
Killing them with smiling faces
As they fire beloved guns.

Then as the pheasants in a panic
They bolt into the sky
Our hero’s with their guns in hand
Make sure that hundreds die
As the air is filled with the cracking sounds
As birds fall all around
Just so these fools can get there jollies
These corpses cover ground.

I wonder sometimes if these hero’s
Have any souls at all
That they could get such satisfaction
Doing these acts so cruel
Sometimes it leaves me speechless
At the way folk get their pleasure
Killing beauty just for fun
Is an ugly kind of leisure.

10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs




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Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


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Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


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Narrative Qualities

Chatter; chatter; nag; nag; shut up they cry; proclaim a truce; dug beneath the 
sandy cove. 

Dermatitis dramatics; ghouls forlorn; faces exuberant in detail; wistful; smiling; 
caving; longing; sunning; words without need; need without words; immaculate 
conception. She stood; Farrell watched; gracing the parapet with parenthesis 
and parochial intent; grin overlong; foreboding yet intuitively inviting. He stood; 
Ferrell watched; pour poor swine; marital bliss; marital kiss; marital law; sternly 
facing the couple; mouth aghast; shouting down the crowd. 

“Is there anyone here who finds fault with this union?”

Farrell held his own; run they say; heir to the throne; a testament of guilt; to be so 
overly apologetic regardless of circumstance is to be appalling; it’s unheard of; 
even throughout the salient circles of silent elect; neglect yourself. 

“Arthur your wife knew too well…”

Reminisce; reconvict the perennial cyst; they kissed; marital bliss; marital kiss; 
marital law. They stood; Ferrell watched; skulking the heads of unleaven bread; 
heathen and sheathing the sickles instead; Ferrell construed pastures anew; 
skipping the scene; sauntering down a back alley boardroom. 

Farce off the elbow. 


Details | Free verse | |

Shadow

Shadow of a butterfly reaching through the light shining 
Through transparent window panes.
The shadow of me hiding in the shade casted
By the wall beneath the sill.

Sunlight of this evening lighting up my bedroom,
Helping me to see my surrounding.
Sunlight of this day, for me, it was brightly burning,
All while bicycling home.

Shadow of a bird symbolizing flying and basking
In the sun, which soothes my pains.
The shadow of me concealing itself and fasted
Inside my head as I sit still.

Rays of a sunset touching the glass, illuminating
The colours and the wall.	
Rays of a sunrise waiting for night to pass, wishing
To shine so I may finally roam.

Shadow of a cage: this window the only thing
Keeping me as solitary as I can be.
The shadow of me welling up deep within,
Descending into sorrow.

Light of the sun embracing countries, forever travelling.
Sunrise awaiting my horizon.
Light of the sun reminding me how
There will be a day of my dream coming true.

Shadow of the blue twilight gently glowing
Throughout this room where I am free.
The shadow of me restlessly reflecting
Upon thoughts of the days beyond tomorrow.

Sunshine everyday warmly reassuring
That it will always shine on through.
Sunshine everyday piercing
The gray clouds of any day.

Shadow of thoughts filling
My mind with a saddening realization.
The shadow of me is suddenly being embraced,
My Sun ensuring in time I will attain all I’ve dreamed.


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 | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Ballade | |

Cave dweller

Cave Dweller.

Once there lived a little man
A dwarf yet smaller still
Who lived within a little cave
All cold and darkness filled
He'd lived there such a long, long time
And knew he nothing more
That there was nothing better he was sure.

Then this maiden fair and beautiful
She ventured in his cave.
Her eyes were blue like crystal gems
For her most men would crave.
When the little man discovered her
With the candle in her hand
He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand

The maiden told that lonely man
About the beauty of the world
She spoke about the wings of a butterfly
All Gossamer unfurled
And she spoke of lush green meadows
And the flowers by and by
That lady spoke, her tone so very wise.

But that dwarf when she had finished
Sadly sighed and shook his head
For the thought of leaving his snug cage
Did feel his heart with dread
And he told that lady wistfully
That her fine land was not for he
For he was born to live this misery.

Socrares Dec 8 2003.


Details | Blank verse | |

Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

GREATNESS

Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.


Details | Cinquain | |

INDIGENCE

Many
see poverty 
as curse or calamity,
and rather embrace indigence
than change!


Details | I do not know? | |

Mankinds "Friendship"

The dagger of mankind enters my chest

I feel the burn as the flesh is torn open

My insides churn and reveal themselves

As if I am giving birth and mankind is the father

The holy ghost will laugh as this is happening

The spirit of evil embraces tears of his own

These tears are true tears only he feels my pain

He feels the same pain I feel, as he was cast away

Mankind and the ever loving Lord of Light turned their back on him

Evil was shunned and left to die, just as I was

The great villian of time, Mr.Einstein was shunned 

This rage fueled him to disrupt the time continuim

As he did to "Old Science", I do to mankind

All I did was speak the truth

The one crying for me now is my only true friend

We have gone to war together without knowing it

Columbus was alone when he wanted to disrupt philosphy

He was alone when he fell off this flat earth

Disrupting the peonic views of "mankind" and paving ways for today

Just as the sun rotated around these same idiots that judge me

Mankind is not ready for the truth that I speak

Only few have heard my words and sought after the truth

Now the sun no longer rotates around the bigotry of man

It rotates around me.......

So enter that dagger into my chest

And thrust it as hard as you can

Join hands with one another to make sure you drive it in

For this is only time that you come together to accomplish

As I await my only tearing friend to take me away from you

My tears I shed are for him....but they are of joy and need

I need his friendship, for it is truth, unlike mankinds........

Forget Ugly Causes Kreating My Anemosity Nor Killing In Near Demons


Details | Rhyme | |

The Memory For Which You Cannot Forget


And from the battlefield so does he emerge.
Beaten blood stains his memories.
Such beathy in destruction apon the devils backbone
such powers converge.

Bodies gather tossed into a heap.
he's silent even in his thoughts.
For the madness to one's self is better to keep.

Dying moments at a time.
the field may change death is the same.
Where humans are numbers with a toll
up the ladder he does climb.

The honest view over shadows the 
ignorant few.
Tortured are the memories trapped inside.
Cold steel to which tonight he does confide.

Blood stainded bages how they do gleam.
After years of the twisted vision.
No side has to be right it does seem.

The blood is embedded in his very soul.
No matter the side.
The the memorie alone takes it's toll.    
 
Often we recall alone we regret.
nightmares creep into are waking hours.
So is the victem of the memory forwhich you cannot forget.


Details | Couplet | |

Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


Details | Ballad | |

Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

Guilt and hurt

Guilt and hurt

I’ve heard folk speak of hurting
And I’ve had my share of this
I’ve had my share of loving
I’ve had my share of bliss
But me, I know for sure, my friends
That the grossest of all things
{The mother of the monster clan}
That life can to you bring….

Is guilt, I say without a doubt
It’s the deepest kind of pain
Hurt gets nicely tucked away
But you can try in vain
To remove the guilt that you’ve accrued
It’s like a red hot knife
Just when you think it’s gone away
It’s there to give you strife.

I have suffered deep, deep hurt
That’s suffocated me
But guilt just like a mountain
That over towers the trees
He over towers all life’s pain
And reaches to the sky
No matter how you charge at him
That beast will never die.

25 July 2013 @ 1207hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

The Poetry of Shadows

Silence and a stone
A mirror all alone
Shadows on my breath
Stillness seeking life within my death

Vengeance bends my will
The mirror crying still
The shadows hold my hand
Darkness conjures up an evil plan

Attack or break again
Either way’s the same
With horror on my tongue
The shadows claim all I can become

Silence breaking out
The mirror cracked by doubt
A shadow swallows me
The light is gone and I no longer see

Darkness plays a song
My truth now used for wrong
The past becomes today
The backwards child longs to now betray

The silence in his tone
As my screams are turned to snow
Belie his buried schemes
In which the world is lost in his disease

Forgiveness for my tears
Was spent on darkest fears
Now I’m turned to stone
By the shadow-self that represents my soul


Details | Free verse | |

An Agnostic Acrostic

 "this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . " 
Greyer looms matter's of the.....? 					 
Beauty fades not there then.....?				          
Flowers live and die fact of ....?					    
A four letter word of endearment....?					    
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....? 				    
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?                                       
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?                                              
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?      			   
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth 		                
You cannot see air but it is there so beware   			                
You do not have to walk into the total darkness  				   
to see how dark the blackness is                      				 
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares 	             
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see      		                
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free                                      
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue                                                                   
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds                                              
Without knowledge must be total misery                                                                      
as earthly beauty fades as the tree                                                                              
a dieing thing without fruit                                                                                           
the growing sorrow does that suit                                                                              
without hope of new life tomorrow                                                                             
Here today and gone so to borrow                                                                               
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face                                   
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace                        
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust                                    
on your pedestal under your own glass                                                                        
the fire that was given you smother to ash  - john edaward beam - for The 
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011


Details | Haiku | |

Clock Poetry

Time ticks and could trick
Could go places unnoticed 
It can kick and trip


Details | Free verse | |

Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

SEND US

(Hell is here)
Send us bombs
and open the wounds
the sores
that have not even healed
Spread out our pieces
over the fields
(if there are fields)
cover them with black plastic
(if there is any)
and light no candle
for it is better to be in the dark
Blow up bodies
sending souls to hell in pairs
so they may procreate
the race may still exist
the hunger may grow
misery may not cease
Give hearts to the dogs
and dogs to the rats in the sewers
which are inundated
(more than one can think of)
Send us fury and excuses
and may 'tooth for a tooth' not
prevent you from eating 
your own remains 
for anything else remains 
when sleep is gone.'

Patricia Evans


Details | I do not know? | |

Love and Truth

I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound,
suffering, beyond my imagination
In my hurt, i lost everything
and those nights as i cried alone and cold
I heard loves voice
"I come and i go like the spring.
Why worship only my coming?
My departure is my greatest gift.
The wound i leave you with
is Truth, my immortal lover.
He is your teacher and will never leave you".
Truth told me how small my love was, 
an addiction, to own another.
Truth taught me of a greater love.
He told me the secrets of love,
the beauty of the agony.
How to be with love, how to carress her. 
I still worship love, adore her beauty,
pray to taste her soft lips again,
but now, i also worship truth, 
He showed me my purpose.
He made me into a man, a warrior.
I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom.
I carry the flaming sword of truth.
If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate
I will crush you, slice you,
bring you to your knees,
make you cry at the alter of truth,
begging loves forgiveness.
And after you accept them as your masters,
I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert
back to life, a new life, immortality.
You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined, 
as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.


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 | |

Dard

"Badi Tassalli Se Toda Tha Tumne hamara Dil.
Hum Aaj Bhi Mohabbat Nahi Kar Paaye."


Details | Lyric | |

My Dad Another 24th


Days go past us, as do winds of season,
But never the days and years
That get stuck in some ear and age,
That engulf us like mirages in a desert.

One such mirage in my life is of my Dad,
Always before me, waiting for me;
Yet I never reach in time to be near;
So near to me, yet so far away.

Never did he forsake me, in life,
Never for moment, never for a day;
Always beside me in my hours of need —
A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad.

He suggested the best books to me,
But never pushed them into my hands;
A mere suggestion about the inputs —
The next thing I know, I have my hands full.

He sang tunes soothing, melodious,
But never forced me to listen to any songs;
A mere suggestion about the notes —
My passion for music was born!

His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends;
Value of friends in life is priceless;
A friend is a cool morning breeze,
Surround life with friends, my list’s endless.

Never fear life’s rollercoaster ride;
No problem is without a solution:
Life is too short to fret and fear;
And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me.

He came back into my life in many forms,
Beating death; guided me with many a face:
As friends, notes of music, verses from books —
He never left me and my life, my Dad.


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | Narrative | |

What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


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 | Free verse | |

Vertical Lines

Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect words
that make us cry
the vertical lines,
like jail bars hold us back.
Stand up and out and roar like a lion!

she is mine, I love her,
but I am quiet,
held back by the vertical lines
the black oily jail bars,
that keep my hear caged in
everytime I cry and people don't listen
the guard taps his nightstick upon
the vertical bars,
the imperfect feelings of pain and sadness
feeling like this it bores me 
feeling like this makes me sick
and I feel myself wanting to vomit
and shake the nervous feeling
of falling into a dark hole,
so I sit behind these vertical lines,
like cocaine lines, ready to snort up your nose,
like cigarettes lined in a perfect and neat row,
like empty wine and beer bottles
littering around my feet.

The vertical lines take me away from reality,
close my already blinded eyes
with a black blindfold.
These jail bars cross my soul,
chain my the ankles and wrists,
and choking me, holding my head under water,
I can't breath!!! Help me!
These vertical bars hold me back in life,
hold my emotions from coming out,
to tell you how I feel for you!
I no more want vertical lines,
I want to be free.
Drive horizontal roads that wined and turn around beautiful mountains
too take a deep breathe and share the beauty
to watch the horizontal horizon.
Too sit on a beach shore and write till the sun goes down
and the mermaids sings cheerful tunes
that uplift my spirits and break the remaining vertical lines
that bind and hold my heart in place.

There is nothing beautiful in a straight line,
let alone a vertical one.
Horizontal, vertical all bad in their own ways,
always trapping us, like jail bars or barbwire that streches across the open lands.
Love has no lines,
no boundaries,
so why should I have lines that bind me together
holding my head underwater,
till a spark lights a powder keg and blows me sky high
and I finally set myself free
and roam the horizon for ever.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)


Details | I do not know? | |

Coming back to life

Buried alive with obsessions
Suffocated by depression
Stuck underneath anxiety
Further from reality
Contemplating actions
From any point of view
For proper explanation
In things that others do
Tasking on others problems
As if they were my own
If I continue at this rate
I’m sure to be alone
Mind filled with confusion
Masked as a disguise
Keeping feelings bottled up
Adding to my demise
Finding a reason
To believe in tomorrow
With hopes not to bring with it 
Anymore sorrow
I need to learn how to let go
Of past situations
In order to rid myself
Of further complications
Take on the mind frame
Everything is going to be alright
Allowing room for what is positive
To come into my sight
Where I can veer 
In a new direction
On a road that is leading 
Towards perfection
Fighting off infections
Plaguing my existence
Using strength that I can find
To help me go the distance
Someday I’ll crawl out
From within my grave
To see who it is
That I have to save
I’ll find the answers so, many times 
I’ve searched for
I’ll then know the reasons
I will have found it, the cure!


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 | Villanelle | |

Complex of ideas

Complex of ideas

My hands smell like wood and, as I shout for a beginning, I pull myself out of me.
The laughter is shaking inside, it slips from head to foot and climbs…
I’m a young old man, for I have fed myself with old age…
That is why I have muscles so loquacious, so wise, so mild…
I always knew that love means whisper, smile, black and white…
So what that I wear with me this complex of ideas like marsupials wear their 
young?



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.


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When Death Answers The Call

How far beyond the surface of life I shall receive my salvation? How much time would 
you concede for me to earn it? Hundreds of agonies I shed and many more to come if I 
could just gain your bless, harmless pieces of a heart surrounded by the chains of the 
forbidden life, crumbs of a mind that once dreamed and mercilessly was crushed.

I walk lightly to you, my savior, burying all the pain inside, I look at them with a tearful 
smile but their eyes just couldn’t hear it, the silence that came through my lips spoke a 
lot, and the smiles they were painting on their faces reflected my tears, for the load I 
was carrying was just too heavy to be embraced.

I walk lightly to you, my savior, as I’m cleaning out my deserted soul, longing for your 
chaotic touch, anxious for the cold kiss, would you embrace me now? My savior, would 
you save me from this brutal reality? Would you hold my hand and walk me to my 
grave? Tears of joy drifted on my cheeks as I close my eyes tightly enough to see you 
there walking to me heartlessly.


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THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


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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


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Paper Heroes

There are no more heroes in the world
Nobody to look up to anymore 
No integrity displayed by anyone 
No honor 
No loyalty 
No honesty 

Now it’s all just flash 
Lights and glitz 
And the latest reality blitz 
Nothing of any real substance 

Gone are the days of a child’s hero 
Long live the reign 
Of the digital zero 

Media’s royalty 
Is the new elite
With piles of cash 
And the latest tweet

Rappers and thugs 
With bling and bang 
Rhyming their way
With the latest slang

What a sad display 
From a once great creature
The trading of humanity 
For the next glitzy feature

I am sick at the thought
Of the future of my race
Who sold out their souls  
For more advertising space

It’s all too funny 
To even get mad 
I just sit and observe 
The next latest fad 

Perhaps being of limited existence isn’t so bad 
It spares one the continuing freak show of the mad 


Eric (and sometimes not) 


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Condescension

Do words hurt?
To be belittled,
talked down to,
dehumanized,
rejected of your very life.

To be objectified,
demeaned,
robbed of your mind
and spirit,
robbed of your individuality;
your very heart itself.

Do words hurt?
Or are they illusions?

Is equality a dream?
Do you notice it at all?
Walking day to day,
from place to place,
seeing the masses.

Do you feel their struggle?
Do you take the time to care?
To wonder if their lives are really equal,
like yours?

Do you dream in apathy?
Or are you awake in denial?

Do words hurt?
When used to steal.

Do words hurt?
When attacking,
when targeting,
when ostracizing,
humiliating;
or criticizing?

Do you have feelings too?

How would you feel?
If I talked down to you;
...in condescension?


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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... 


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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


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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 | 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...


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Yester

Yester year grievous
brought events mischevious,
fulfilling fate malicious:
my worst fears,
my nightmares vicious;
I was oblivious
to how cruel life can be.

I suffered
soul turned cold,
heart in flames,
my existence- all in vain.

I withstood
all that came
and still waited:
come what may.

My heart burned,
my soul froze
my ego died.

I awoke
coming to life:
damaged,
yet emotionally indestructible.

No pain is painful nowadays,
no trouble would bother me,
no emotion may hurt;

The sacrifice was cruel,
yet it became fuel
for my new life.


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Poet Trees --for sale

Poet trees
             don't think
                       we cry ink...
        eyes pink;
face
  ta'
   face
blink; 

then    
    sink
  
to brinks 
of Disgrace;

lips 
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here

souls 
are sold this way 
today
       cut ties 
             with lies here
and Buy Here


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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


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Today, A Phantom

Today, A Phantom.
 
Heavy it lays upon my heart,
that today is a morrows past,
what there is now, an end --a start,
heavy it lays upon my heart,
tragic masks when do  break apart,
do bleak, so gloomy shadows cast;
heavy it lays upon my heart,
that today is a morrows past.


R.N.Khan, © 2012


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My Grievance

I did nothing to you
I did my job
I worked hard
You didn’t help me
You had me 
At work until 7pm
Nightly for the first
Semester
As time rolled on
I started getting better
And you kept pouring
Showers of stormy weather
Giving me letters 
Stating false information
Doing everything
You can to wreck 
Celebrations
Tried to fail me
In observations
Boy did you
Dish a lot on my plate
I could never
Believe that one
Individual
Could relay
So much hate
Maybe I made
A mistake 
In wanting to succeed
The whole time
I stayed on my knees
You will be charged
For malfeasance
This is only
A fraction
Of my grievance.



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Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










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Detrimental scene

The howling winds, 
The biting frost, 
The happiness here, seems quite lost,
The horrible thugs,
The putrid crime,
It's amazing how we seem too have a good time, 
The natural disasters,
The frightening wars,
How are people contempt when people aren't abiding laws.


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Unwanted

I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

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

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

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

I stand, alone.


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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.





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I hate my blood which is cold and blue

One day my ancestors were reading something
It is of our heritage they say as they always say
In their special conceited way
“We are blue blood”.
Oh I loathe my blood, the smell of that blood makes me mad at myself.

With disgust I feel that blue blood running through my vain.
Had I the blood of a farmer, a prostitute I would have boast!
Had I the blood of the oppressed, the humble blood I would have been proud.
Had I the blood of a tenant rather than land lord Oh I would call you my God “my 
God”
But I am ashamed to call your holy name as the blood of the bloodiest running in 
me.

Had I the bloods of minorities of any country rather than the proud majority 
I would love to be someone whose parents come from different religion and from 
different cast. So I would become the most oppressed and my blood would 
become more red and pure than the dirty blood of blue color.
And if I could not change my blood with that of hermaphrodite, prostitute, raped 
woman, homeless, minorities in the country, all the people who are oppressed
I would rather like u to shed my blood which stink with its cruel history 
That no one ever shed tear because of the arrogance of nature.
For ancestor’s crime, successor should make penance


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TRYING TO SURVIVE ON FEEBLE HOPE

I've been detached from anyone, and specially life,
merely trying to survive on feeble hope,
dangling from this rough and steep rock; 
I look above and another view transforms my strife. 


I tried to be that invincible hero, helping others
ignoring myself and, most times, my indispensable needs;
putting others first, if they were part of my family... 
as the truthful words of the Gospels brought perfect clarity.


On my last days, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
wishing that they wouldn't forget me when silence surrounds me,
when every delightful memory will make my throat chocke;
comfort me and assure me that there'll be a serene place awaiting me.


At times, I was overtaken by anger, shouting to bring peace
to an incident of jealousy, or an act of mischievousness;
forgive me for my behavior, and you may have called me a square,
an almost senile old man...being ridiculed for his bad manner.  


Now, your age is void of knowledge, of the wisdom I still seek,
perhaps your intentions are naive and harmless;
I understand how bizarre it can be when youth is at its highest peak:
disregarding wise words that can correct your whims.


In dire and discontent, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
and my mission is almost complete:  from a prophesied birth...
to an unannounced death, unless everyone awakens and realizes my hurt;
but if my conscience is righteous and pure, wouldn't Heaven pull up my rope?



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Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."


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Where Melancholy Mingles

I suppose
there’s always good reason
to cry
sadness never has a tough time making friends
ominously,
this dark acquaintance often approaches 
lending water for eyes
to cry

I suppose
there's never better time than now 
to moan
grunting and moaning are long lost relatives
miserably, 
feeding off each other 
dragging stragglers along for the ride
to moan 


I suppose
anxiety needs a moment in the sun 
to worry
flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony
fidgety
anxiously twitching 
as everyone quickly moves
to worry

I suppose 
there's no harm in a little dishonesty
to lie
while thieves join the party
deceptively
a terrible tandem 
of dirty deeds and tendencies
to lie

I suppose
everyone has the ability  
to struggle 
with adversity, where melancholy mingles
blatantly
crying, grunting, and moaning
anxiety moves in permanently
to struggle

 
and I suppose,
there's a heavy dose of negativity 
to digest 
mixed with stress
continually
it may lead to one hell of a 
nasty mess
to ingest
 
©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


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Abandoned Soul

You step into the future
With every moment that
goes by,
Your charred and twisted soul
Doesn't question why...
All earth is yours for taking,
No other your equal, can be
You see but your bank account,
And that's your destiny,
Slicing through all human values,
As a machete' through the reeds,
You litter this sweet world,
With your selfish deeds

A soul as dark as Hershey's 
Dark chocolate, I would think
The actions that you take,
Makes the human race
seem to stink,
Yes, dear Arnie,
You have no conscience at all,
You laugh at other people,
When they take a fall

You cheat your customers,
You cheat employees too
You are the epitome
Of the shame that man can do

You left your soul somewhere
Surely it is not on this earth,
And when you finally die,
The angels will give you wide girth

How sad to betray those who
struggled,
To make you such a rich man,
So you could laugh as you
cheat them,
You just don't give a damn

So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life
Someday you will face a judge,
When you pass from this life
And St. Peter will not budge,
Allowing you no entrance inside,
The devil will call for you
For payment time has come,
And it's so very overdue.


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THE WILDWEED

I was many in the field But had to know what's beyond the hill. Didn't know the cost was my roots.


Details | Lyric | |

A THOUGHT THAT BAFFLES A SOUL

What if I die, would I be a bother?
If I drawn, would love come to me from another?
Thin as air, I float among “others”
All of my past, my sadness, my hopes, my dreams, my lovers…
Vanish! Lost! To the edge of unknown…
Solitude, a heartbeat away…
For only me, my thoughts, there we lay
A sight, a movement…invisible to the “others”
Who are the “others”?
Fathoms of my past imagination?
 Specimens of my own creation?
Now I sit here, and write..
Awaiting salvation
A reincarnation of myself, if you will!!
For my time here is done
My journey is complete…
Away! Away! I go
Where?, I am yet to know?
A lifetime I waste on useless beliefs
That peace lies within the heart of many
Or, those fiendish deeds do not in fact transpire by any
No sweet thought to hold on too
Life: every inspiration you made 
Every motivation you crafted,
And every moral you imparted
was all a sham, and I was its sad sad target
You taught me once not to measure life by the yard
Or to whimper when the days gone hard

But now I must question!
I question at this time if the sky is really blue
Or if cars really run on fuel…
A Baffled soul is what I am
So away! Away! I go
Where? I am yet to know…


                                                             ~M.M.M


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The Downward Spiral

On the edge,
Leaning towards the deep end;
The dark waters with their mystery...
Seem to beckon you and your misery,
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you,
It's asking for your life and to guide you.

Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind whipping past your ears seem to hiss
As you fly and you soar
For time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last,
If you keep thinking of what people said in the past.

The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
You claw at the blackness surrounding you.
This tormenting fury you cannot bear
You wish to scream in your anger, 
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
Drowned without air...
Then, you are over come with despair.

The lack of life in this moment makes you weep,
All you want to do is sleep,
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it's not all that it seems,
Maybe someone is waiting just for me?
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free 
The one they are waiting in just for me?

You want it all to stop
You really want to quit
But you know there's person waiting for a hero
And this hero is you.

You must get out.
Out of this dream
To wake the one beckoning for you.

Say sorry to the black water
Flail in its grip,
Try to escape its unholy embrace.

Your breath escapes from your lungs
And your mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving you to start anew 
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.

Look at the world that you thought you knew.
Awake and breathe.
Arise from your room
With A new view on life.

Look in the mirror,
See what you want to be,
The glass then shatters
Setting you free.

Change the world, 
And all that it has hurt.
Do not let the one waiting for you down
Find him or her and turn their life around.

You won't let this world drown 
You won't let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because you've already been to the bottom
You know what it's like to hit the ground,
Then lose all you have had...
But now it's your chance to turn it all around
Carry them up that spiral with not a look down!
Help them rebuild their world again
And stay with them until the end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.


Details | Terza Rima | |

THE INCURABLE SOCIETY'S ILLS

Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.


Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.


Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.


Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!


While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.


Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.


Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

GROWING UP

On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.


Details | Free verse | |

The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior


Details | Free verse | |

Return of She

Broken pieces of glasses
moves around the high-way
while water flows away,
Lights were drizzling
over the road - nearby
woods were mangrove
and someone,
someone was crying
between the hearts

I saw,
her shadow
Standing still scared

Over the walking sands

Somehow, Somewhere She is ....

The Wind
The Blood
The Glass

Bounces and flies

A floating glass runs way ! Returns the long trail


Details | ABC | |

Dismantled Spirit

Dedicated to human realm.....

when it began...
 
menace of life made me die in each breath i took,
betrayed by the command of nature, in each phase my head shook...

shattered achievements..

confounded the mundane for whimsical supremacy,
likely to be fascinated towards the obscure prophecy..

tyrannical truths unfolds,

shadows of ego enlightened in my undesired destiny,
life being invaded by all omnipotent agony...
 
 soul in conflict....

 rather would i adrift to a breathless birth,
for the glimpse of perfection would pertain my worth.....


Details | Cinquain | |

Bruised ego

Who cares?
Whom fares this sea?


See, hear the tongues lashing.
Forces clashing in every mind:
love blind


Details | Free verse | |

Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


Details | Sijo | |

Out of The Mouths of Giants

Walking the streets to watch the needy and the poor
The  wealth that covers most of this country is lost
Casting a dollar bill at each tear drop that breaks


Details | Free verse | |

What once was... is now.

Passion!
This instinct acted upon....
What once we had! Raging and fiery! All consuming.
Blazing in the moment, Now an ember without fuel.

A Kiss!
An expression of bliss...
Where two souls open to one to the other.
Not when apart though, two never to live.

Love!  
Such an extreme...
In this feeling it is everything.  Separate!
It is an emotion of memories to never last.

Forever!
So short a time...
We spoke this promise.  Together!
Now, Forever seems to have ended.

Time!
Moments spent....
Wherein all things can happen, without fail.
As we know through our actions, feelings, and emotions.

The End!
The place.... 
When all my passions, kisses, and love stagnate.
And where Forever finds retreat,
Time stays absolute.
And I am with out... You!


Details | Rhyme | |

Values

Living in a world that lost meaning Where being righteous is demeaning Where the truth is shut out, never to be heard Where lies are in all our spoken words Living, are we really? Can our minds walk around freely? Can we live without murder, torture or despair? Do people even understand the concept of fair? Loyalty, was killed by his best friend Friendship, is no longer in style or trend Faith's roots were chopped from the earth Innocence is now lost instantly at birth Hate is consuming the land Betrayal, now, has the upper hand Blasphemy is everyone's belief Corruption is officially the greatest thief In chaos, my brain cries My heart thinks, but it fails and dies My only relief, is singing blues It is my escape, from a world with no values


Details | Elegy | |

When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

When
Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

When
One is left
with his thoughts
Forsaken 
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?


Details | Lyric | |

The Soul I Sold ---:2

If I seem down
forgive me

frowns I carry around
live in me

you may say,
ya' see right through me

your words untrue,
renew me

the hurt I’ve learned
brews in me

if only you could
re-design me

take time rewind,
refine me

recreate the mold, without lies I’ve told;
give back the soul I sold.

®~JSLambert


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Stolen Youth

On one dark Saturday night
That was supposed to be happiest ever
Turned out to be my worse nightmare
That in a just short time, went from Heaven to never 

It was the night of my Junior Prom
And I thought I had the perfect date
I had one of the best dresses
And ended up getting raped

I felt guilty, hurt, dirty and betrayed
How was I supposed to show myself after this?
What did I do at the age of sixteen?
To deserve the trauma of what he called bliss.

Now that it is many years later
And I am wiser and grown
You are behind me, which is where you should be
And only my outward appearance is shown. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Professional Divorcé

Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned


Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer  paired.


Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.

If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..




For
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~ 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing To Say

 I watched the love of two hearts crushed today,
So much pain and sadness there was nothing to say.
   For so very long the writing was on the wall,
For some reason it just was not noticed at all.
   Oh how the blame seems to be everything and everyone,
Not for a moment do they realize what they have done.
   The sarrow they feel is so hard for them to conceive,
Don't want to face the truth and they will never believe.
   Only themselves to blame and that's going to be awhile,
Before either of them will find a reason for them to smile.
   Broken hearts and thier worlds have been torn apart,
Makes me wonder will they know how to make a new start.
   Nothing good ever comes from so much deceit and lies,
To see no trust or faith just makes me want to cry.
   It's not really their fault so young and without any clue,
May be years before they learn how or what they must do.
  WE can only pray for them that they will  find their way,
The happines and joy they deserve will be found on that day.
  I watched the love of two hearts being crushed today,
To see so much sadness , there's  not much anyone can say.
TAC


Details | Ballade | |

Why does one join a poetry site

Why does one join a poetry site?

Why does one join a poetry site?
I’ll tell you why I did
I’ve been writing songs for forty years
But always kept them hid
But then one day a thought occurred
Why not be proud of me?
These words that come, they’re mine alone
They’re my totality.

They be the sum of all my life
Oh what a lovely story!
I write of all my troubled times
I write of all my glory
I send all my emotions out
All my feelings on my life
I’ll speak of life and family
And all our worldly strife

Then I look at all the views that come
And I know I’m doing well
That folk they show an interest
And some are in the spell
Of all those whims that come to me
And fill this clear white sheet
Knowing I’ve reached out to folk
Makes my life more complete.

27 July 2013 @ 1500hrs.






Details | Free verse | |

Everyday

So numb. Feel nothing.
Retrace, desperate memories.

Old, wet smiles,
are now my life support.

Plugged into what....
the everyday?

Watching future illusions,
through eyes, present.
They are still soft and misty,
from past passion and pain.

Knowledge and lore,
kept in locked compartments.
They are too intense,
when left unlocked.

Visiting only,
to touch the tip of life's wonderment.

Similarily, remembering to crawl,
back into the maze.

The distinct, identical sensation,
of love and heartache.

Both, ripping at your soul,
with hot abandon.
Leaving you breathless,
and wanting more.

Scream quietly,
for no one hears.

Love, forever loud,
for no one hears.

Listen....
for no one ever hears the listener.


Details | Bio | |

from father to son-

insurance policies 
laboured unto birth… 
the mythic glance 
of gentile gratification; 
the populist pariah 
sheathed sternly under glass… 
exhibited ad nauseam; 
pardoned upon the 
tandem bicycle, 
midst the callous cyclic queue…
from father to son…



Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to a windswept child

16.12.08

Proud windswept child
How shall I not
Look onto thee with fright?
- The Lord has spoken,
Loud and clear -
His will men cannot fight.

The Lord has spoken,
Yes - He said -
"As Sarah thou shall be -
The mother of six millions,
Those perished and decieved."

The Lord had mercy over me -
He sent His Angels forth,
Those strong-winged guardians
With their hard,
Never failing support.

Until the end comes
I shall fear
To speak about their names:

Of Hunger,

Pain,

Of Terror,

Grief,

And of their brother -

Shame.

Oh windswept child,
Thou need not say
What Lord has given thee -
The might of all Jerusalem,
The freedom of the sea...
And blissfully He lets you stand
Before my tearless eyes -
He gives you sheer naivety,
A will to be surprised.

So easily He lets you think
All power is now yours -
But lessons history shall teach
Will show that you were wrong...


Details | Rhyme | |

my epiphany

we heard a plethora of ghetto songs
every moral survival of the strong
these 27 long

confused years
I abused beers
and lost peers
shed tears
but persevered
to see the truth clear

it's time to delete all the foolishness from my program
and slow down
before a hot slug makes me go down

I did the stuff you doing
thought I was inhuman

and couldn't nobody stop me
until killers almost dropped me

God bless give praise
I wasn't sent to my grave 

to rest
little cousin death
still on my chest

so at night tears shed I dread I sped through life
my inspiration for the future comes from much hindsight


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


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

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

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

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

I refuse to bow.



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

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Rhyme | |

Dark, cold World.

===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes =====

It is for the lost..  that I wanna find the way,
Out from this dark place, of pain and misery.
Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young,
Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung.

I wanna be free..  but that'll have to wait!
I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great.
And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison,
D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision.

I don't want drugs, to ease my pain,
I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again!
Some say I'm insane!  This train of thought I'm on,
Goes through a portal to another dimension.

But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear,
My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear,
When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul,
I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control!

Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much,
And round-about that time, I start to lose touch,
See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too!
I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you.

However.. I know something, that they don't know,
I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go,
Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games,
Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names!

Till then.. keep strong!  Keep your mind awake,
You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break,
But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight,
Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Innocent

He was stop at the traffic light
They had him surround
And they put a hand cuff
And he wonders what’s wrong

And said that he is wanted
For what he don’t have a clue
It has to be a mistake
This cant be true

They put him in a line up
Then come in the room and say
The others can leave
But he has to stay

So why she accuse him of this crime
When He never seen her before
The jury says that he’s guilty
And sentence him to 25 years or more

He broke down in court 
His mother screams and cried
And today 15 years after
 his mother has died

Then one night while watching TV
He sees there is a new technology
Call DNA testing that can prove
If some one are innocent or guilty

He got a new trial
And his conviction was over turn
15 years of his life was taken
That can never be return 

She said she was sorry
But he just walks away
Knowing there’re many innocents
Still in jails today

Yes some times things happens
Why we can never know
And we have to keep believing
Or our minds will surely go

He sits on his gallery alone
As the rain starts falling down
Today he is a free man
Tomorrow a new life began 

You'll never know what its means
To have your life taken from you
Confined to a world behind four walls
For crime you didn't do

This poem I write today
Is for the innocents in jails
 Keep hope brothers and sisters
The truth will prevails


Details | I do not know? | |

Am I?

I dare to see into the future.
So many mistakes that I'm not ready to make;
So many lies and so many times.

Will I cry?

I see into the prism of the past.
So many ways I could have made it better;
So many things.
Memory stings.

No matter what I do,
I damn myself to who I am.
No matter what I choose,
Just one more hole inside my soul.
I am the sum of what I've been.
Who cares that I have no control?

I see inside the moment
The fractured crystals of a broken dawn.
The ways that I have gone
Have led me into who I am.
What chaos drove this fate to claim my soul?
What emptiness perceived that I was whole?

So many days that I have left to prove that I exist;
So many ways to say that I am gone;
So many seconds of contradiction to let my self confound into itself.
Who am I to say that I should end?
Who am I to know that I could e'en begin to know who I am;
To judge myself unworthy of my soul;
To say into the darkness of the night

"Goodbye, creater of my conscience, whole.
I'm here for greater purpose than to feel and to be felt.
I'm here to leave this rime and rust;
To leave this ashen crust of existence;
To see into the soul that I have made;
To be swallowed into the fated oblivion I have destined for my soul."

Who am I
To be?


Details | I do not know? | |

Thin ice of life

A skating I go
On the thin ice of life.
A skating I go 
On the thin ice of love.

On the fine sheet of ice, I draw fine lines
As the skate curves along the icy floor
Like a child scribbling indecipherable incurvates
My creasing destiny, on my palm I delineate
Ignorantly apprehensive of my desired fate.

Reeling over the stones of enticing mutiny
Orbiting along an extended apogee.
Gathering myself together, combating myself unceasingly;
Victoriously I follow my self-defined philosophy.

Cognizant I am, of the hardship and pain
Of the marathon race I've undertaken.
Yet on the thin ice of love and life 
Inexorably carrying the burden of life
A skating I'll always goalless go. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Fog in My Soul

Cold and damp winter fog
Creeping, seeping, contemptuously
Deepening, ever more heaping,
Invading, pervading my soul.

Like pulling off the freeway,
The "I" now moves at a different speed,
Trapped in a helter skelter tempest.

Slipping past the cool mists of autumn,
Descending further into the depths,
Of the season my soul is despair.

Emotional atmospheric air so full,
Like Santa Claus's gift of toys,
Laden of tortuous mental moisture,
Flooded with the tears
Of my very being this day.
There is no other.

Heart heavy gravity
Weighs, awaiting some opening
To pass for existence.

Thickness of black aura,
Like my head thick in gridlock,
Each breath from this swamp
Swells to quagmire of quicksand,
Smothering, gasping, guttural.
Gutter real, but no eyes
To see beyond the invisible.

Trodden, berated, disheveled,
Full of confusion and frustration.
No answers to conflagrant queries
Until hope open a passage
To sail beyond Dante's levels.
Time in this valley is
Dreary, a depressed desolation.


Details | Senryu | |

Senryu on Loneliness

Septic.
Cold, wet days.
Glittering, cheapened stone;
filtered rain
falling
home


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


Details | Sonnet | |

Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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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


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Hurt I Learned

If I seem down,
forgive me.
Frowns I carry around,
live in me.
You may say,
you see right through me.
Your words untrue,
renew me.

The hurt I’ve learned,
brews in me.

If only you could,
re-design me.
Take time rewind,
refine me.

Recreate the mold, 
without lies I’ve told.
Give back, 
the soul I sold.

~JSLambert


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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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The Philosopher´s Madness

When one imagines
And one is in sadness
The time for madness
Will come like snow
Slowly growing larger
And one tends to depart
Into a voyage of the mind
To subseed into sorrow
And wonder if he´s life
Is madness, or madness
His life.


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The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


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The Art of Darkness

When you offer up your heart and soul
and pour yourself into a relationship
only to have it spat back into your face
and your heart ripped out and trampled under foot
right before your own eyes

and when you attempt any kind of damage limitation
to be laughed at almost hysterically
leaving you to hide in a dark corner
with the tears streaming down your face
feeling every raw nerve being scraped again and again

and yet you go on hoping for better
optimistically hoping for sunrise
when in reality there is only the night and darkness
the darkness of her nasty mouth and wicked laugh

in it all there is one glimmer of light,
the children you made are beautiful and bright
and young as they are they can see the truth

as you retreat further you feel it stir
deep inside it fights back
your spirit, that wonderful human thing
it’ still there unbroken, just a little bent

so you escape into your art
and pour into it your heart
but art has a dark side too
and it can bite you opening up the wounds
making you raw once again

facing the darkness from within your light
and so yet again you retreat into the night

...............deeper and DEEPER into Darkness


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The Court Of Humanity

This man will hang for his sins against humanity
Judged so harshly by his peers, he will not be set free

He asks “Why must I die for my crimes?”
“Because you’re guilty and it was only a matter of time”

He demands “But who decides if I’m guilty?”
“We do, we are the few thus we are the many”

The man stood in silence as he contemplated this
He queried “That makes no sense, what point did I miss?”

“Our meanings are not for you to decipher”
A quick moment of silenced followed, broken by the man’s laughter

He jests “How am I to understand my fate, if you will not share with me your conclusions?”
“Do you mock this court? The only conclusion you shall know is that we will not tolerate obtrusions”

He observes “I think this is a case of the blind leading the blind”
“Justice is never blind; we understand you and your kind”

He accuses “You are all like me”
“Yet you’re guilty, while we’re free”

He asks “So freedom is perception, we are as we perceive?”
“No freedom is corrected to serve the people’s needs”

He asks “So freedom is a business, produced by whom?”
“Freedom is none of your concern, your time is up, and your life is due”

And so the rope was put around the man’s head
He demands “Wait let me speak my last words before I’m dead!”

He speaks “All I fear is that I will be forgotten”
“That my family will not remember me and the other side will win”

“I don’t understand what it is to be human, I can’t handle the pain”
“And you all understand too well, yet you can handle the shame”

As he braces himself for death
He utters his last words under his breath

“If ignorance is bliss”
“Then apathy is a heaven you couldn’t bear to miss”


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from chaos emerges grace

And down came the rain
in senseless disarray
     chaotic runnels twisting
in sullen contentious gray

tides high in tempest
pounding pounding
     wrathful turbulence churning
stinging riptide biting

then came the winds
bending trees to splinter backs
      calling forth a hundred thousand souls
howling from disconsolate depths

for three days the torment spent.

On the last, a single shaft of brilliance
lit on the land, converged upon the sea
      reflected back from one hundred thousand souls
and brought our poet home.


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My, My, My

My, My, My My life is a crack in the concrete My faith is an old newspaper cutout My soul is the drifting clouds My heart is a crystal sphinx My core is as solid as a cup of pudding My voice is a hundred tapping feet So many words circle around my mind Reminding me I could never speak them all I wish the sky was closer so I could touch it When I feel like I'm falling from oh so high Many times I feel like I'm selling stories Good enough to be read but never instant classics These feelings I feel are taped to my heart But the duct tape is slowly peeling away A lot of verbs represent what I like to do But there's a lot of verbs I'll never experience Yet maybe if the iron walls come crashing I'll experience life like a brand new dictionary My life is a leaf falling to the ground My faith is an old unread novel My soul is the stars in the universe My heart is a sabertooth tiger My core is merely a collection of bottle caps My voice is a hundred buzzing vuvuzelas Days pass where I cut words from magazines Folding them up into old albums I'll never look at again I keep dipping my feet into pits of brownie mix Wishing I could taste yet I lack a tongue Most of the time I'm living an ancient ghost story Locked in the basement of a haunted mansion Yet these wood paneled walls can't keep me in Not when I'm as tall as any adjective in my mind Not a day passes when I don't look at the sky To see if I can cut the truth from the very clouds It's like a hundred new mysteries each and every day Just waiting for eager minds to find them My life is the sun setting in the horizon My faith is an old countryside sit-in diner My soul is the song of a million grasshoppers My core is the binding of an old book My voice is the breath of a thousand sleeping babies


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the night the moon refused to shine

on this stage
 as i face the struggle within
 setting the past aside
 i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
 transfixed by the sadness of poverty 

i tire of the disappearance of life
 doing things no one appreciates 

i try to ignore the irrational
 shall i go on- keeping up the payments of life? 

all the crazy torment, of taking chances
 i utter the words while the past twists and turns
 as I keep talking it over with me...with God
 
covered in despair i feel like a discoverer...
 on a ship with no life raft moved to the side of the river 

i've fought through the inevitableness of agony
 accused of an increase of emptiness
 i've sacrificed romance forever
 with the time ticking away 

time has no explanation
 it's all- or nothing
 along the path with life's mortgage past due
 haunting memories -rehashing the disorder of belief
 
i assessed my expectations
 i'm just too tired to play the games anymore
 i accuse destiny of my dying inside
 
i inherit threats of leaving
 coloring the days and nights for the time being
 in this land of dreams, an unbearable obsession devours me...
 i was so torn by the exit of you
 somehow i've grown accustomed of losing everybody in this life
 should i let my despair show...
 beholding an obscure face
 with tears refusing to cry their wetness
 breaking apart
 feeling nothing
 as the moon lights the frozen lake? 

sizing up all this misery
 i don't know how i got here
 hardly moving through the being of this world 

are the fish still biting...
 in the loneliness of this unsavory landscape? 

across the street i laugh at the untutored shouts
 of night's uncertainty...
 it's all so altogether painful 

i expose everything
 tricked by the bitterness of change in the unproductive rain
 
i'm drifting through things of the past
 complete with prophetic discontent
 
i tell you... the nonchalance of it all is disgusting
 the difficulty of pretending about my place in this world
 setting everything in motion as the night passes
 i face stale foolishness
 
love is just so much unplanned profanity...
 the misbegotten affairs- the liars, the cheaters
 what uncolorful experiences
 
i move through life's hurt
 as a grenadiers song is playing
 and all those sterile people I choose to leave alone
 
now, at this time in the night...
 the night the moon refused to shine
 i'm in seclusion dropping out
 in the yellow of the cold december moonlite
 wanting to leave behind
 the hurt -the damage
 lost in grief
 one last time
 with no feelings left to share
 __________________________________________
 by anne p murray


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Grudges

Nameless hurts evolve within the galaxy of the heart,
breaking the soul's grasp of eternal delights.
Bitter voices stir the brewing poison of judgments,
bringing hatred to the human mind's faulty sight.

Blame's lies escape each mortal lip,
hissing with a belief's fractured thought.
Pain drowns the songs of truth,
making waves from the tears so easily bought.

Grudges block the entrances to peace,
letting hate grow within the human shell.
Souls bathe in misery's dark glow,
leaving love trapped in despair's cell.

Anger carves sorrow into the fragile spirit,
hollowing out the breathing breast.
Tempers erupt with selfish passions,
as human egos fail compassion's test.


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If I only had One Day to Live

If I knew I was going to die, today.
I really have no idea, what I would say.
I think I would go to work as always.
Since that is where my full heart plays.
I would tell my wife, that I love her so.
Much, much more than she would ever know.
She along with God saved my mortal life.
Rescuing me more ways than just being my wife,
I have no desires to fulfill here on earth.
Though I know I didn’t fulfill my worth.
Nevertheless, I served my best in integrity.
If I had only one day to live, just now,
I would tell all to live the best they know how.
Remember their mistakes, don’t make them twice.
But if they do, stay away from making them thrice.
My last words would be to say, everyone has value.
Though be cautious of the feeling they have overvalue.
My heart beat weakening, my breath weakening too.
Upon last breath, I say goodbye, precious life to you.


Written for


Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name If I only had 1 day to live 


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I Don't Want To Be Mature

This is one of my best poems I have written and has been acknowledged alot!! Hope you like it and please do comment :)

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTHS OF LIFE
I WANT TO THINK THAT THERE IS NOTHING KNOWN AS A FIGHT
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE FACTS OF LIFE
I WANT TO THINK THAT THERE IS NOTHING KNOWN AS UNBEARABLE SIGHTS
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE BRUTALITY OF LIFE
I WANT TO WASH OUT THE THOUGHT THAT UNFORGIVABLE KILLINGS OUR DONE WITH HANDS AND NOT KNIVES
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT TROUBLE
I WANT TO THINK THAT THERE IS NOTHING KNOWN AS STRUGGLE

I WANT TO THINK THAT WE LIVE A WONDERFUL LIFE
 AND THAT THERE IS NO TIME FOR CRYING
I WANT TO BE INNOCENT 
I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT GOD IS THERE TO PROTECT ME AS HE IS OMNIPRESENT
I WANT TO CLOSE MY EYES FROM THE REAL WORLD AND ENJOY
AND BELIEVE THAT EVERY SORROW CAN BE VAPORISED
I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT EVERYTHING IS A PLAY
AND THE WHOLE WORLD IS A FAIRY TALE
I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT NO ONE IS UNDERPRIVILEGED
AND THAT EVERYONE HAS ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY THEIR BREAD
I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NO TERROR
AND AS EVERY SECOND PASSES BUY THE WORLD GETS BETTER

I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NO GRIEF
AND IN HAPPINESS ALWAYS THERE IS BELIEF
I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THESE ALL THINGS ARE FOR SURE
I DON’T WANT TO BE MATURE


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The park of broken dreams

The night was long , so cold and dark.
Snow was falling in the park.
Like a black-white movie scene ,
The one you have already seen.
Under dim street lamp`s light
She was walking through that night.
Past the gates and past the trees ,
Full of cherished memories ,
Fragile hopes , that`d gone away ,
Vanished , turned to yesterday.
She looked back and asked them why
Did her dreams went pass her by ,
And the world said silently
It just wasn`t meant to be.              


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Living Today

Living Today

By BJ Welsh

Waiting for the answer to come
Makes one’s life even more hum drum
Sitting and staring without any news
Is an impossible feat if that’s what you choose

How much longer can one be idle?
Losing one’s outlook as well their title
It’s easy to say just keep busy
The thought of moving makes one dizzy

It’s time to get over it, the pain of error
A life one used to treasure
But did you really believe that theory
Or did you grow tired and a bit weary?

Yourself or others, for whom did you live?
Did you really have all to give?
Suddenly, you put an end to it all
Now you have to accept the fall

Moving on is not so easy
The thought would make anyone queasy
Looking for acceptance in a loving place?
First try your young child’s face









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All Who Ignore

What should I do, should I accept and believe?
Could I carry through, though I'm so naive.
I look to the skies, and hope you hear.
Do you hear our cries, are you near?
Sometimes our thoughts, are misleading.
Inner wars have been fought, my hearts now bleeding.
There are two paths, which one shall I choose?
I feel the wrath, beckoning me to lose.
Do you scorn, all who ignore?
Has your welcome worn, or should we have more?
Should they hear my laughter, or am I wrong?
Are you worth chasing after, or were you fake all along?
So what do I say, for I cannot leave.
Black engulfs the dying light, as we fall.
Why should I fight, if you hear every call?
I reach towards you, begging for an answer.
Will you help me through, are you sure?
The chilling air, leaves me breathless.
Life's not fair, but we're still left useless.
My shining King, I bow before your feet.
Shall I hold an angel's wing, yet I'll accept the fate I meet.
Confusion masks my face, as you consume me.
Sins cannot erase, yet you say I'm free.
I'm no longer here, in the world of decay.
I draw ever near, at each passing day.
Will you arrive, and free us all?
Will humanity thrive, or will we fall?
I'm so tired, of this never ending hunt.
The last shot has been fired, in your little stunt.
Give me reason, so I cannot commit treason.
Time and again, I will fall for this,
Will Death win, will we feel the Judas kiss?
In this farewell, I watched as the Heavens fell.


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Padock filled with bulls

The paddock’s filled with bulls
All waiting there to die
They don’t have too much future
For the farmer, he’s the guy
Who has the power of life, and death
He decides what lives and dies
As he fattens each beast carefully
That’s where his money lies.

I see these creatures roaming round
And it makes me feel quite sad
To know that for my appetite
These beasts be treated bad
The taste of steak is mighty good
But what a price we pay
I eat my share of it, that’s true
Perhaps I’ll stop one day!

One paddock filled with bulls
It opens my eyes wide
To realize these wondrous beasts
Throughout the years have died
So I might feast with bulging belly
It really is not fair
Living on this little farm
It fills my heart with care.

2006


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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!


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Gentle as the moon

Who is this?
That calls me from my latent apathy.
Why is this good?
rescuing heart from lovers atrophy.

My desperate mewling 
reached further than a shout.
Stumbling toe scraping limp
took me further, packed more clout.

I was lied to.
Thinking that you're bottomless ration,
could be earned,
could be bought with acts of compassion.

I was indulging in hurt,
abiding in poetic romantic pain.
I was thrashing around
bellowing at nothing,
needing to blame.


Why is this love for me?
when I was wasting all my energy
on a treadmill run.
Who is this?
That holds me light;
gentle as the moon,
source of the sun.


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Remove Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance, 
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
 Fragmented consumed exhibits –
 Pieces as shattered glass,
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
 Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
 Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned, 
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed;
Why wear that mask you display?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Truth

The dead filter through with lifeless dreams of flesh flowing in a sea of blood and

sorrows that call out to the sins of those polluting the earth with hatred dimming our

prospective on life's greatest treasures and causing a wave of untamed shifts destroying 

all that is good and blinding us with lies of a better tomorrow.


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


Details | I do not know? | |

Emotional Tide

The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?

Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts

How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?

Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.

How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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My Front window

My front window, portal to the world
seein' 99 brothas gettin' killed
and as they bodies fall it's crazy 
that this genocide don't phase me
it self-inflicted by brothas bigga
every time we pull the trigga
got someones liquor hittin the curb
but the killa's smoke hella herb
after bloodin' up my window
almost wish I had some of they endo
to blurry up the things that I be seein'
lord forgive em we're such insolent beings
why do we kill all so indiscriminent
walkin' through the hood with criminal intent
It hurts but are bodies gotta drop
lives like hell gettin' rocked in da hood nonstop


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Dear Sister

As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
ever so attractive 

Perhaps, more so, 
to wishy-washy, 
whimsical wanderers, 
than hearty-heady,
homeward-bounds 

Drawn to your vivacious, 
velvety beautiful petals
Only to leave it,
scratched and scarred
 
As a rose, 
ever so beautiful, 
and attractive
Perhaps, thorns for protection, 
must you have


For MQ


Details | Ballad | |

A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


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The lying man and the clock

I should really be writing my essay (due tomorrow!) but I can't have this poem stand here 
under my  name without some well due editing. I would remove it but I feel like I have not 
given the idea a fair amount of my effort. 


Let me tell you the story of the man who wared with time
Let me tell you of the lying man who thought himself free from fate's monotonous rhyme:

This lying man would not a true story tell
To the masses: tales of himself in a regal crown he would sell
And they would ask: How come you here, great king?
And he would weave tales of abandoning his office for a woman's ring
Some would jeer and others cheer
But always he would smile ear to ear
At time in its grandeur he would leer
To priests he would lament of his heinous crimes, to never repeat them he swore
Begging their pity and reveling in the new skin he wore

So why, you may ask, does the liar lie of heinous acts
When he could lie of owning the grandest tracts?
And the snake of snakes would slither its tongue
And shed its skin, a coat in its closet so neatly hung
It would tell you a million tales, not one of them true
And never itself shed in any hue
For the flesh beneath may be soft and fickle
But the skin above is always rough and brittle
The flesh beneath once shed, would still the beating of his heart
The skin above once shed, would instill in his life immortality, the one true art
And always the happiest man alive he would be
Living the lives of any man his mind could see

And so the lying man would not a true story tell
The lying man would lie till the day he fell
That day the king of kings dies
The day the criminal meets his demise
While the lying man that was lives on in every story
As friends and foe would debate the king's glory
All the while the lying man that is sinks deeper into his grave
And that priest would remember a criminal who only mercy did he crave

And that coat of skins would weaken and tumble
The skins within gone brittle and begun to crumble
As the lying man that was, flesh and vulnerability, decays
All those skins he left behind, time will one day erase.

And so lying man, you had smiled in the face of time,
Done no great dead but steal what was theirs and mine
You had fallen thinking you had bested the clock
When only you had deafened yourself to the echo of tick tock

© Samir Georges
2010


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WYME 1

my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.


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Heartless

The day when first I saw her face
Is vivid in my mind,
For my heart flew up and took
My spirits with it to the sky,

And every time that she was near,
My heart to the heavens was swept,
And every time we shared a kiss,
Up to the smiling stars it leapt,

Until one day she cut the strings
That held me to my troublesome tool,
Then sharply down to Earth I smashed
And wept just like a broken fool,

And since my heart I gave away,
I've learnt love's not a thing to waste,
But now I have no heart to give;
Merely teardrops in its place.


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There is some thing in despair

There is some thing in despair
An "s", a "d", an "e", a pair
I know not where
But there is something in despair


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The Timeless Generation

This is a tribute to those who were themselves
An ode to the incredible minds
Including Hunter S. Thompson and Jim Morrison
Artist born inarguably before their time

This is a write to the rebels
Those who punched authority in the mouth
Bob Marley and Johnny Cash
Belong in this crowd without a doubt

This is an anthem
To those who stand up for their rights
Muhammad Ali, Malcom X, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. 
 For the Africans led freedoms fight

This is a write
For those who have the voice for the ages
Jerry Garcia, and Jimmy Buffett
Were at their best on the grandest of stages

This is a document
Endowing guitar god immortality
To Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, and Dwayne Allman
Their names shall live long after their fatality

Texas Rock Legends ZZ Top 
Belong in the guitar god classification 
Well into their sixties
They are still rocking stages for this great nation

Pink Floyd is embraced with love
Symbolizing the envied acid trip generation
Singing mellow songs with an especially deep message
Times tarnished by public misinterpretation

I’ve mentioned few
Of the historic minds I hold dear
Though many were lost before I was born
I still shed symbolic tears

Their messages and combined impact
On the generation in which I belong
Often could only
Be broadcast in song


They vocalized their messages
To impact segregation
They sang songs filled with meaning
Often advocating self medication

Their memories are priceless
Even to those they were never to know
Their impact so important
Such a significant path drove

They lived in controversial times
Experiencing events not known to we of today
All we know
Is what our teachers choose to display

Knowledge may be earned
By studying these priceless minds
Listen to their music, read their messages to the world
For you would be so very surprised

This art is non-existent
In this “Bill Mahr” defined era
Rather than banding together, we point fingers
With women finally able to vote, they only worry about their mascara

The efforts of our former sixties/seventies generations
To change our nation has now been proven to have failed
For the future has shown
Their freedom train was to be inevitably derailed


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Bittersweet Wisdom

Death, in its unhurried wisdom,
ends all doubt and sorrow.
It is a lasting remedy for all
Illness, insecurity, and loneliness;
The finality of it ends all pain with
a sweetness not otherwise known.
Its sweetness is known only by those,
who in their passing have smelled its fragrance.
The pain of those left behind has a
fragrance all its own, a bittersweet
emanation that assails the senses with
its pungency. The strength of the void,
left by the passing of one loved,
seems endless. Time and faith,
working in unison, will lessen the
strength and fill the void.


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Weary Words

Sometimes some things just don't work out,
And some people never get better,
And whilst I'm learning to go without,
You're writing me another letter,

To keep your hold on me secure,
In case he escapes from your cocoon,
But worry not, for I am sure
You won't need me anytime soon,

For as I write this weary verse,
He's lifting up your summer dress,
And as the pain is getting worse,
You're smiling with each soft caress,

Lord knows it's going to be tough
To purge you from under my skin,
But sometimes words are not enough,
You're on your own from here on in.


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Tantrum

The sound of fear bellowing from my soul, as I shake excessively
The words are no longer words in the duel, I fear the reality
I continue to scream, no longer in control
My movements are quick, as I do not have rule
This nightmare is a reality

During the day the nightmare calms, until I arrive home
I do not wish to hurt the ones I love, so I try to roam
I roam around, until they arrive, trying to help to keep me calm
Another night, another match only to continue
This nightmare is still a reality

My tantrums contain pain, held in from others
I wish the day with no more pain,I have never wished to hurt another
I continue to try day by day, to  help keep this nightmare away
The nightmares are a fading reality


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The edge of frustration

Joys of the day,seems to be limited,
with sun going down,leaving me frustrated.

Dunno what makes me so ,trying to figure it out
whether its the horrible climate or the little ones shout

But again,I've tolerated climates worse than present
and the presence of kids ,happiness was all it meant 

then what could be the reason for my present state
that my very lovable things are now an object of hate

Irritation seems to be ready for anything that comes across
Be it either a friend or family with everyone I'm cross

Find me a place where I can get a moment of peace
along the blue high skies or in the lovely green trees

As i need to get away from this reality of irritation
killing me every moment at the edge of frustration.


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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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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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The skinny moneyed man returns

Mocking the rest of utopians,possesed of diathermy
the skinny moneyed man is vaccinated with noisy triumph.
He is going to massacre thousand souls again.
Fear came upon us with a smile of understanding
and drones decided to stay in concealment for months.

Nothing hurts like the truth gnawed by mice
as the despicable events stirred me to pity.
I cut my hair very closely but there was such a jam,
that i couldn't get in.
He tried to obscure the issue but his reason was clouded by hatred.

He squandered his money on idle pleasures,
"iam sorry if i have offended you",
made the punishement fit the crime
"here's a toast to our success",
using the sponge of sodomy.

The air seemed vibrant with the sweltering heat,
as the sphinxs of misery made my egoism full of vigilance
Skinny now holding a bag for me,trying to redeem
my sins.


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Rainy Times

Rain-rain-rain-rain-rain;
Comes and goes and goes and goes!
Moon chants and sun cries...


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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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My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



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Elegy for Heidi

Elegy for Heidi 
            I
The clock ticks away.
But there is no layer of time 
and no decision to make. 
            II
I have been jaywalking 
on the edge of the roof
for the last few weekends;

down below the grass looks
already dark, depressed,
as if death has made it.

then a bird, a simple 
blackbird sits on the bough.
It cries out and a hand

rises from the green earth
like a bride waking from
her bridal night, gleaming.

I know, I know, I know, 
we are all life’s disciples.
             III
“Come on, wake up!”
“My God, you are from East.
It is
Still night here.” She said.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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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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Your Embrace

Dear Lord I await your embrace as the weight on my shoulders is getting harder to take
I see the pain and daily lies that we spread its our mask . . our disguise

The pain and suffering is like mystical chains pulling me down to a darkened place,
I know you are with me so I should feel no fear, but it gets harder each day and year by year. 

I write this now with tears looming in my eyes, my strong front hides the pain deep inside;

Your love keeps me going . .  your secret signs show the way, yet I still pray please make the pain go away.


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War

Blood drips from their heads as they continue to fight
If they declare it war, is it anymore of a right?
Is fighting a must with both swords and guns
Only to see which country is on their political run

Death for their country, so misunderstood
If they realized it was for nothing I wonder if they would
For a problem that only deals with a thought
There is much bronze rather than brains that are fought

Wars should be verbal, let the soldiers be free
Until that happens I hope for much peace to be
For now it is uncertain, still barbaric ways
No one knows better than when to stay away


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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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Something of a vers libre rant.

Me?

I'm two hundred and sixty pounds of fat
muscle and bone.
ligaments and nerves.
emotions and freewill.

six feet and three inches
of longing
and of hope 
that is bound to be lost

I alone am no hero.

but then again,
alone,
none of us are.

solitude brings out the strength
in only the mad
the frantic
the hopeless
and the dead.

strength lies not in 
the whispers of the dead.

is there an after-life?

is there a god?
a heaven?
a devil?
a hell?
a nirvana?
a sanctuary in the clouds; the earth?

i could die on the streets, 
as many are

leave no impression on anyone

where is god then?

millions die.

where is god now?

so many christians;
yet so few are christ-like.

i see the hypocritical
the sad
the greedy
the desperate
the mad.

I am one that longs
for love
yet at the same time
i absolutely love the feeling of being sad
above all other emotions.

a rainy city,
overcast and chilly everyday 
of every month
of every year.

an apartment,
on the top floor.

my future self
staring out of the window
with a glass of scotch

a teenage alcoholic turned pseudo-celebrity.

my job being listless and endless, 
just as my life.

long and un-happy.

this is not what i portray in my life
to my friends
to my love
to my family

they know nothing,
only suspecting.

And yet here i am, 
climbing the ladder to a happy little life.

secretly longing for what so many scorn.

loneliness is my blanket and my secure little life is my pillow.

teenage alcoholic turned pseudo-celebrity.


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when a woman leaves a girl

after all,a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's
they are etched by fire on stone
they are in fact considered traits, not just errors
and now you're so alone
when you were 14 they all said how much potential you had
now you hit 19 or 20, and you're just considered bad
if you were a troubled kid, things were different than most for you
and i don't mean GETTING in trouble,although for some,it's that too
but depression is so very real,they just have no idea
and looking in the mirror to feel,you must skip your next meal
you are never good enough,and always fall just short of pretty
although you are considered smart and extremley funny and witty
they way that you percieve yourself,is different than what others see
at least that's what i have been told,do you agree with me?
but why is it that when your younger,people just want to help
but once you reach 19 or 20,your just dealt the cards your dealt
i don't feel any different inside,i can tell you that for certian
the older i get,the less they care,i hide behind a curtain
i'm still a kid at 21,at 22 as well..
im still a child in alot of ways,living in an emotional hell
where did all the helping hands go,the ones that were there before
i blame myself for not taking that help and will forever more
because now apparently,it's too late,nobody cares about me
i am not a cute little girl,just a woman who needs to be free
i ask of you,human to human,the next time you want to judge
pray for patience if you need to,ask for help from above
but something tells me im not alone,there are others who experienced this
there are others out there that need help so badly,please don't miss
don't miss their smiles,that are still so young,even though they look so grown
at 21 we are not adults,and pretending we are makes us feel alone
maybe i AM alone in this feeling,i have no idea
but what i do know,for sure i feel...this is very real.


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Meditation

So passively life still goes on
As though the night was never dawn
Still when I sleep and as I cry
The tears could never know the night

Incessant babble, endless silence
Drives the dawn into its end
Endless ends, life's fraying cord
Tenses but to quickly rend

All of emotion is lost in the waves
All of my feeling surrenders its fray

To be alone, to be alone
To lose my tears within the page
To be alone, to be alone
To feel the moments lose their age

Rapture, bliss, eternity
The end of all existence
To be alone, to see clearly
Eyes blurred with tears of distance


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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


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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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Mixed

I feel mixed up,
I am happy yet I'm sad,
How can it be both?

Feeling lost,
Without a sense of direction,
I seem to have lost my growth.

Searching and searching,
Exactly what I shouldn't be doing,
Wishing I could turn off my brain.

Telling myself,
You'll get there when you get there,
But that doesn't ease my strain.

I feel mixed up,
Searching for my light,
Wandering aimlessly,
No end yet in sight.


Details | Rhyme | |

Anew wolves are fighting in my soul

Anew wolves are fighting in my soul.
And I am feeling black like a crow.
My old scars are bleeding like hell.
Shall I rise to my feet again?

I had a sack of pride but I lost it all.
And I am feeling black like a piece of coal.
There is no rescue in anyone's eyes.
Kind people keep hurting me telling lies.


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn's Chilling Blaze

Autumn's Chilling Blaze

The trees blaze as if on fire

the Autumn breeze plays the leaves

A song of times passing lightly falls

on ears & eyes & mind & soul.

Lazy days of Summer's past

the chilling fire of Autumn's blast

The air turned crisp & cool flows

over the land, spreading color to gently swaying branches.


A small boy shuffles through the color

the sound of laughter echoes down the lane


Times like these ease the pain &

the loneliness makes room for awe.

A landscape transformed as if touched

by a painter with a thousand brushes.


At night the moon shines


Bright, Big and Real


The wind rolls clouds

over his face


A chill is felt by body and soul

A season's past…

A small boy laughs…


A man cries…


A dream is done.

……….
rlm '85


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze


I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown


A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass


For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

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

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

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


For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

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

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


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

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

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


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Absence of blood

Lost in smoke......his smile!
Down on the earth the path is hard
And the rocks are black.
Was the a trace of pain in his face?
Was he weeping? Was he crying for life?
Whatever he did has lost in vain.
The dust also died in the air,
For they forgot to spread.
"Black is the colour, none is the number."
Nothing else in the sight.
Not even the blood could spread in red.

Oh blood! You have proved
That you not only the horror of death,
You can also be a sign of life,
Because you can make the death look less horrible.

But now the death is so fierce,
Even the blood is absent here.
Only the fire and black hell,
So deep that even the devil doesn't come,
Instead, he fears, he fears!


Details | Rhyme | |

Scary Feeling

I feel like sl-lit,
i wanna flip.
Let my words rip,
come take a sip.

My phone keeps on ringing,
its chesney hawkins singing.
I get this scary feeling,
she's gönnä nail me for stealing.

I look at the sealing,
wish i knew what was the meaning.
I must start to pray,
every single day.

I'm smoking myself to death,
i need to take a deep breath.
Please don't make me fall,
i don't wanna end it all.


Details | Free verse | |

HELP

To help is to be alive
to lift when someone has fallen
to shine when it is dark
to be hope when all is lost
All these are help, and are remembered by those who witnessed. 
A smile can change a life, never underestimate your power, and your power over the world.

So when its needed . . . 'help


Details | I do not know? | |

Meaning

Hollow words have beauty
Hollow words are dead
Life has had no meaning
With hollow words' Godhead

So speak your lies
So scream in tongues
Your hollow cries
Are not enough
The world will turn a deafened ear
The world will turn a deadened fear


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Stymied by moral transgressions

While the church of today continues to wrestle with prominent issues,
like those of leadership, moral credibility, or fidelity of her members;
society remains critical to address certain weakpoints already at hand,
those seeming endless lawsuits against the clergy and religious members.

Moments in time unfold the wreckage of moral credibility, trust, and confidence;
it’s like a downfall of the human castle formed with the sanctity of wisdom –
continuity in liturgical sacraments, prayer, and reliance on biblical life;
with faith that God is involved in many events both ecclesial and personal.

It’s on a soaring journey where the Jewish concept of bitachon   is needed,
to move on amid the struggles and other evolving deal of human problems;
so inextricable that make one stronger to cope with what life really means,
in this generation where a culture of arguments abounds in moral situations.

It’s sad to think of what’s going on; it’s painful to experience those afflictions,
the church grieves and suffers with all her leaders’ and members’ transgressions;
with the abuse of power, freedom, and prestige of being one of Christ’ ministers,
heaven weeps as evil triumphs to lead those priests into the world of failures.

The turbulent waves of scandals that have wounded the sacred priestly life,
people’s trust and faithfulness to the sacraments of life – a great turmoil!
the whole Catholicism has been shaken and struggled to redeeem her reputation;
her running sore of afflictions – so widespread that only time can heal the wounds.

With the words of Jesus at his farewell discourse in Johannine literature,
“I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you.”   It’s reassuring so far;
the Spirit of truth  is Christ himself who’ll walk with his own people of all races,
his covenant with them, promise to his disciples, and assurance to all who believe in him.

The church echoes hope and perseverance in the throes of sufferings and tribulations,
She calls everyone to look for the true light – Christ, in hiddenness and humility;
His epiphany  in a continuing journey of faith, in the gospel cries, in various events,
Christ shines in one’s heart, along with the Father and the Holy Spirit – the Paraclete.


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Me

It's like I'm trapped in this shell called a body
I can't get out
Every1 else all seems the same to me
its like all their minds are intertwined into one
I wanna leave this body behind
I don't understand people anymore
It's like they all changed
And my thoughts are trapped in my mind
I won't let them out
I am a lonely soul
I need someone to talk to
I'm lost and need to find my way for what I'm searching for
If only i knew what that was
I'm on a lonely road to my death
What happens after that i don't know
I hope i find what I'm searching for before the ultimate end
It's nothing on this world this i know
It's not a god, or a girl, or to be accepted, or even love
I have tried all of those
I think it's somebody who understands these thoughts i have
I don't know if that's even it
Am i Crazy or Am i just an average guy.


Details | Villanelle | |

Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Disillusioned

We pledged our vows before God and man,
But to have and to control was your only plan.
you wanted a mother certainly not a wife ,
Your verbal abuse nearly destroyed my life.
You wanted to be a father but only in name ,
This was all part of your devious game.
An uncaring parent that's what you were ,
Blood is thicker than water don't you know?
Whenever you sow your seeds,
You nuture them and ensure that they grow.
Marriage is not a fairy tale,
Where dreams just come true,
It's a lot of hard work and committment  
you have to put in too.
So ponder on that before you answer the Lord,
Because as you know, he'ii always detect a fraud.


Details | Senryu | |

#56

State of hopelessness
Inability to sleep
And downheartedness


Details | Triolet | |

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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Mixmatch

smooth mellow always sallow 
never foolish but continue to repeating
this EVOL  stay falling for my
devotion and lies 
forever trying to spell together 
fighting to stay alive.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Regret and Fear

I remain too afraid of hurt again,
so allowing it so many times,
I can't possibly feel it any-more,
left cold, painless.... totally touchable!

I live through the past, building a wall 
in which I find minimal pain, thought or fear.
To show that pain would be losing again.

adding:-

' I can only be hurt again as long as I allow it 
  and I won't, I simply can't. '

The regret and fear has already hit me :-

Regret for the past....
Fear for the future....


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The Black Bee - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

The black bee goes back again and again
And he comes back to love time and again
Then the flower blooms to end up her pain!
The bud hesitates to become full grown
Due to the shameful fear of the unknown!

Forget the cruel facts and the ill-feelings!
Give me your soul to enjoy the good things!
Stay with me forever O my heart sings!

Give up all hopes except the hope of soul!
Come back come back since my heart is your goal!
Come back in the fragrance of the garden!
My mind has already become a burden!

Lonely is this night! Is it for nothing?
It is shedding tears dewdrops are falling!
O the excited flower is crying!


Details | I do not know? | |

Inside

I was wandering through what I thought I'd destroyed
I was wondering where would I lose all these joys
Untruth's bruise upon my soul
Losing lies that made me whole

There was once such a time when I felt I was right
And a time when the darkness was bleeding daylight
Reason could not lie to me
Reason only made me see

Now I have realized only struggle has worth
And the darkness was light on the path of my search
Darkness, it has made me see
Lies have lost reality
Words have fallen
Like rain to the ground
Lies are calling
In emptiness crowned
Lull my false reality
Crown the soullessness in me
Guide the truths to set me free
Find what I can never be
Deep inside my empty creed
Deep inside the hate in me
Deep inside
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul

I've been slitting the throat of the passionate life
I've been drowning the sorrow that gave me my knife
I've been warding the doorway to hell with a grin
And been centering all of my life on within
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul
Deep inside my empty creed
And even deeper, still unwhole
I've found that I can never be
More than false reality


Details | I do not know? | |

Obscene Dichotomy

Voices calling, shrieking at me.
What can I do to appease?
My head full of screams, a heart
full of pain, my body shaking and ill
at the fear.
I can't seem to still them,
I want to be free.
With no end in sight,
the tunnel is dark,
my mind shouts obscenities
only I hear.
Seething with hate,
teeming with love,
the dichotomy shredding my soul;
evident pain in my eyes as I stare
blankly at nothing, yet
everything there.


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Feb 11/07

These emotions
.....Repulsive
This anger
.....Demented
The pain
.....Expanding
My Life
....Condemned


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Confessional

A world now standing still
In awe of what was killed
Frozen in the wake
Of every lost mistake

Nowhere to begin
For every broken thing
Silence strangles thought
In shock of what I caught

A darkness shining through
Replaying every truth
Alone beyond repair
Repayments I can’t spare

And all in my defence
I proclaim innocence
Perhaps there was a time
But not for my greatest crimes

The pain has turned to ice
My shame shrouded by night
The stars will shape her face
The hearts that I betrayed

Averting all denial
This humble crying child
Desires to atone
Until the dark is overthrown


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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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epigram #1

Here lies Lady Truth.
I would not weep so,
were she dead.


Details | ABC | |

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN

WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN


As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.


By Tom Zart






 


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To the last sail to paradise.

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.

At he end of the day
When the sun goes down
I heard a shadow far away
Who is weeping an a shattering tone.
It took my mind apart
To the other side
And made me wonder
Who is there on her knees
Weeping so trgically.

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.

The one who has to sail
Has gone into the sea
And the one who has come home
Has also gone.
But the one who is neither in the
Nor home.
At the deapth of night
Who would come for him!
 
The ones whose faces have never smiled
Whose gardens have never bloomed
Whose daylights were never bright
And night-lights were doomed.

I'm going to go those
To feel their life
To touch their face
And cry....

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fire Within/ Third World?

From without.
The din of the splattering rain
On the cantankerous tin roof!
(Raindrops keep falling on my head!)

The wind whistles
Through the Aeolian Harp
Of the gaunt ribcage of the hovel
While yellowed ivories chatter in cadence!

The cold numbs and rattles
The apology of the image of God!

God's image!

The tortuous length of the serpentine coils
Wriggle with a life of their own.
The cavern of the belly resounds with protest
As the familiar guest called Hunger
Comes uninvited
To howl in unrequited appeasement!

The mind is numb
With the bleakness of tomorrow.
Will the fires of the hearth
Quench the raging fires
From within?


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Oil Volcano Against A Gulf

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An oil rig is burning up
Mourning for eleven dead
Beaches blackened with tar
From drowning birds
To shattering lives
Oil volcano against a gulf

A pipe that still gushes
It is too late for blame
It may just never be fixed
From failed attempt
After foot-in-mouth
We need more than prayers

The fisherman lose lives
They skim oil instead of
Our 3rd coast is in peril!
Still pipes pollute
Robots can not help
A disgusting mess this big

We should sustain within
At very least geothermal
Farm solar instead of corn
As Germany is doing
Fueling off our own
Equally paying our farmers

America can not afford
To go on wasting a day
If we boycott, we will pay
Pump price going up
We see what they do
BP might raise them anyway


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

worrys of life

The things people worry about in life
the things that fill people with strife
are very commons 
but at the same time very rare
and in my life I've always found
that none of this is fair
why should we make our lives worse
thinking about this curse
even if we just let life take it's course
we still worry over nothing
every time we think of something
it's soon followed
by thoughts stowed
in the back of our heads
like terrible nightmares
that chase us from our beds 
so if your carefree
consided yourself lucky
but one day there'll be
worrys so scary
you'll dread them getting loose
while  there waiting,
plotting in your head
like a noose 
waiting to unthread


Details | Didactic | |

Rules of Love

Don’t smile if there’s pain in your heart.
Don’t pretend that you’re together if you’re apart.
And don’t make illusions of “me and you”,
Because there’s never been a feeling that’s true.

Don’t fake a smile, it shows through your lips.
Don’t fantasize of “us” having a relationship.
And don’t think that you’re so much in love together,
Because the love of the other has started to falter.

Don’t build your castles in the air.
Don’t love too much because love isn’t fair.
And don’t be a fool to accept all their reasons,
Because they’ve been playing on you throughout the season.

Don’t ask too many questions.
Don’t be deceived, it’ll just lead you to the wrong direction.
And don’t assume that somehow your love’s growing,
Because it’s only you who had that feeling…

Don’t wait forever because it is vain.
Don’t expect too much, it’ll only bring you pain.
And don’t be absurd when it comes to love,
Because love’s just a game, a game called “love”.


Details | Triolet | |

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. 



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Postpartum

Tis a cruel twist of fate
When in love a child is born;
What once was love becomes hate
When fruit of union she doth scorn.


Details | Acrostic | |

Always on Display

A queen of the magazine layout for dreams,
Lady with the looks, they all want to see.
Wherever she goes they stop and stare it seems.
Angelic face, perfect smile, looking at thee,
Yes she seems happy, is it now, in some degree.
See her life, is always on display, for us to see.

One dream, for life, or until another comes along,
Nearer or farther from happiness, is this wrong.

Don’t you see behind the perfect smile that gleams?
Intimate details shown for profit not reality,
Social discloser, we live in fantasy dreams.
Pain, discomfort, so hidden in emerald eyes,
Looker, she is titled, a beautiful glitter anomaly. 
Aberration, for all to aspire to become, in lies,
Yes, she’s a looker, always on display, not free.


Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


Details | Personification | |

my dark thoughts

is it a waking dream?
no,
is it a waking nightmare?
no,
it be the thoughts of the deserted,
those who have nothing left to lose,
the ones who can go mute without a second thought,
the ones whose dreams overflow with the blood of others,
for they are the ones who see the sinister truth,
the end isn't near its always been there,
every year,
every month,
every day,
every minute,
every second,
for you see the end is not when the world ends,
it is the last day you feel complete,
it is the day you feel worthless,
the day you see only the dark side of things,
the moment you imagine slaying the beast of which caused your pain,
for that is the day the innocence known as your "inner child" is finally slaughtered,
and when your become...,
heartless.


Details | I do not know? | |

Harmonies

She lives inside of me,
In the secret catacombs
Of my soul.
She's there, in every
Step I take
Calling me back home,
Where its warm
Where its safe..

She doesn't know
Where I am.
The birth of my dreams,
In her eyes and mine.
She smiles
Her perfect smile
To cataracted eyes
Now unappreciative..

Two parts of one
lost forevermore
I can't contain
This red super giant
My pain, pulsing
A painful reminder
Of how fated love
Became an abyss..

How did I refuse
Her celestial grace?
Her beauty,
A reason to believe
In His grand design.
How did I turn
My back
On sunlight..

I've never cared
to look for another.
My heart, I know,
Was truly lost
The day she left.
Slowly the eclipse
Crept towards my
My soul bereft..

I hope that she
Is always happy
No matter where
She may be.
I'm happy that for
A moment
The sun danced
Around me..


Details | I do not know? | |

Coming Clean

The taste of you is still sharp on my tongue.
Beside me your form, vulnerable in sleep, 
Unaware of the stroke of my hand along your spine.
All day I gaze at the gentle swell of my stomach, 
Patterned with traces of silver and brown,
Your greying hair.

I’m sick of this routine.
Afterwards, you doze and I think.
I cannot stand to look at you,
Poisoned as you are, I am far more content 
To comb over the many images and scenes of us I have in my mind,
A library perhaps you could call it.

Each time we are “together,”
I can’t help looking at your contorted face,
It amazes me to see so many thick, oozing emotions, 
Growing at an almost grotesque rate.
They remind me of garden weeds.  
In a struggle, they easily lose their thorned plumes, 
But always leave a resilient root, embedded deep,
Soon to flourish again and willingly present itself 
For another wounding.

I am nothing like you.
I’m pure, like an angel.
Typically vindictive, your catlike body,
Curls against mine, and tries to argue otherwise.
Its useless, you should know that
Chastity is not purity, 
Merely similar in its perversity.

Your phone flashes your husbands name,
But you’re too busy dozing to move, 
Snorting and grunting in you sleep, 
Roast beef or pasta, which meal tonight?
I now also feel drowsy, satisfied.
I have left my scent on you, and now you are my territory.
I will store the memory in the library for later.

Same time tomorrow? 
I can predict it.
You will arrive indignant, complaining that
I’m so silent, impassive and unresponsive.
You mean nothing to me.
Self indulgent, wallowing in your sin.

God bless my purity.
An infection in a tender wound,
Stripping me away piece by piece, 
Leaving me bare, exposed and empty.
Purity is just defeat, and I am long lost,
Be it a blessing or a curse,
It’s in the blood.

A faint smile escapes me as I think of us,
Weaving our immaculate dance,
And I think of my purity,
Like a dancer’s failed pirouette.
As we lie here,
The eight wonder of the world.


Details | ABC | |

Undesirable whispers

I was not afraid that my life one time will finish.
I am afraid that it will never start.
Death always was ahead and whispers to me
"Live because I am coming".

The biggest injustice in this life is if you have arrived and depart without travel...
The joy of the journey that you never live

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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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


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Special Day

Sometimes when we lose our way
We're lost and we run astray
Beyond our hopes and myriad dreams
All is left are misty streams.

It's easier to doubt yourself
Blame our Lord and cry oneself
Yet we fail to raise our heads
Get these bodies out of beds.

Breathing is a simple art
All you need is lungs and heart
Why not breathe and breathe some more?
Your way to freedom is beyond the door.

We sit for hours thinking of the past
Without our memories, how long would we last?
Memories are for 80-year-olds
Those who've seen beyond our worlds.

Save your thoughts and all those stills
Keep them piled up like worn old bills
One day you can read their text
Weep and sob and get all vexed.

But not today or anytime soon
Not when you have genuine boon
Believe in yourself and who you are
You'll shine one day in the brightest stars.

One year, two year, three year, four
You should break this overdone lore
Get yourself a brand new life
It's not that hard but simple rife.

We must be ready to bury our sins
Focus on vigor and hard-earned wins
It's not our fault we doubt ourselves
Our hearts are where our fears do delve.

But if we have the will to try
The strength to fight and not to cry
We might just find our dreamt-of way
Make each day, a special day.


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Global State of Why--- Word Morph

Whether here at home, or far around the globe
  People mourn, and weep into a glove
   Beneath the trees of wartime's shady grove
    Shedding tears upon a fallen soldier's grave?
     A soul who gave his life for actions brave
       His life is spent, yet it is peace on earth we crave
         A futile waste that man is warrior's slave
             If only we could learn, and clean the slate
              Where peace and love would be the normal state




...................................................................
(note: Each end word morphs by one letter)


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


Details | I do not know? | |

What life offered me.....

What life offered me 
Was a bunch of great mysteries
The most recent mystery was 'she '
She came so close to me and left me for ever ( ? )
 
Why mysteries chasing me one after the other ?
Why can't I find the answers ?
The time I could open them to see
They are moving away and away

My mind is filled with confusion
Navigation system doesn't working anymore
Directions all seems the same
I stuck without moving a step


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On My Birthday

Transfixed upon a lucite sunray
the iron blood of longshoremen
washed beneath the whisperings of the bay
a pupil canvas pierced through
by the scalpel of elephantine deceit
vision yellowed in the flowering of a lost identity
the young man swallows deeply and mourns
the gist of his first twenty-nine years.


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The One

My urges take control of me But I repel from expressing true feeling I lay awake on a sleepless night Dreaming of forever completion with a female People my age tend to take whatever comes to them And end up with players and loose blondes But I know what I want And my life is like an endless search for it Which I am willing to devote myself to Even If I die with the burden of my virginity My friends say I lack taste in women But in reality they are the ones without taste I'll find the one someday The one that stands out from the crowd And believe me It will be a beautiful moment And I will treasure her forever But is that really long enough...?


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Reality at its best

The human mind
so unkind, so devious,
it can sting like a bee
then leave,
before your eyes-
then what your eyes can see, 
they don't really see it at all.
It's all in a dream,
this messed reality,
it's warped, when rainbows spit hail,
children don’t smile at clowns,
they laugh.
It’s cursed, this place called Earth
And it’s no longer a paradise,
What was is lost and there’s nothing left. Nothing.
I see the storm clouds, nothing blue.
No sun, but where has it all gone?
What happened to my pills, misplaced purposely.
It really doesn’t matter if you are alone
Cause no one else believes you.
You have no other home,
Just knives falling from the sky,
And once you look up, 
You’ll quit asking why.
And once you’re soul asks you to bargain,
The devil will speak once more,
The angels surrounded ignore
Cause you’ve lost who you were before.


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Danger Danger

Wary the man walks alone,
Wary the woman who never stands apart,
Wary the child never says a word,
Wary the leader whose words never stop,
Wary the actor who keeps no regrets,
Wary the fool who regrets all,
Wary the worker who never stays late,
Wary the manager that never goes home,
Wary the girl who never smiles,
Wary the boy whose smile cuts,
Wary the shepherd who cries wolf,
Wary the crowd that doesn't listen,
Wary the world that doesn't care,
Wary the stalker that obsesses,
Wary the carefree with reckless abandon,
Wary the worrier with legal action.


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Stop the Acid Attacks (Message to Hong Kong)

Man, whoever you, are stop the acid attacks.
God never intended us,
To use our chemical knowledge like that.
What you are doing is wrong,
Strong acids are corrosive, explosive, and deadly.
This action scares the hell out of me.
People are running around town,
Screaming and burning,
Because you’re mad,
That is awful and sad.
That is just so inhumane and wrong.
You go to college to enhance your knowledge,
And then do evil things,
Adding a demonic disaster to someone’s dreams.
This act is mean,
Stop the acid attacks,
Acid can remove someone’s skin right off the bat.
Gosh, this is wrong!
Please stop the acid attacks in Hong Kong.


1-15-10


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Broken Soul

Erika Raiken.
"Me Against Myself"
7/1/2011

Put your smile on your face kid, yea that's right, and forget about letting them know. Wipe your tears, pull that knife out your back. There you go. Play soldier, with your head held high, and smile like a champ. Now forget the pain and rip out, rip out your cursed bleeding heart.The heat of it. A thousand cindering tongues licking at your very soul. Corruption lurking in shadows, and yet there is no shade. Just shards that cut like razors in your chest. These are just the mistakes we make, coming from chances we shouldn't have taken. Is there any better way to say "Go To Hell" than E Tu Brute? And Caesar fell. This cataclysmic apocalypse, tearing the demons from your chest, and making them real. A century deep, yet sixteen years true. Sparkling
vision as the tears come. Wipe them now, don't let them see the pain that lurks inside of me, inside of you, inside of every broken soul this world can muster. And through all this drunken rage you find a peace three years deep. Now wake up, 
and remember those years are rotting in some gutter next to Edgar Allan Poe and his Raven. Nevermore! Put that smile on your face kid, and forget about letting them know how dead you are inside. Wipe your tears, and pull that knife with that glistening hollow-point smile, Forget the pain, and rip out the Cursed. Bleeding. Heart


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An Angel Message from the other side

I know you love and miss me still
You always have and always will
I am still with you and a part of you knows
But it still hurts because the body's eyes do not show
I did not leave you I never will
Even so, this part of the journey is like climbing alone uphill
So don't be surprised and I know you will
When you realize I AM here still.....


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SERENITY RESPONSE

SERENITY RESPONSE

The winds of autumn blow 
Creating change

The crux of the matter
Do I bend or do I break?

Willow knows the truth
She may weep besides waters deep

But she drinks in courage to face the future
And bends when winds do blow

And in her serenity - she survives
'She accepts the things she cannot change'

© Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011

For Nette Onclaud’s- Serenity response

The Serenity prayer  by Reinhold Niebuhr

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference Amen 


Details | I do not know? | |

Treads of the living dead

Our destinies are hemmed in within the clefts of our imaginations;
Fate entrapped within our labors of all that remains undone,
but then veiled is the crude reality that sears underneath our ingenuous faces,
For we have become all we are, we've become everything and we are nothing!

We are the living dead of this black world;
Its byzantine to be honest with our muddled selves...
for at our best we still fail to beat life's test,
even good is no longer good enough,
but someday fair and peacefully time shall let us rest.

We are the besieged souls and foster children of an ethereal loom;
The fruitions of trees that never bloom...
We are too alone to die yet too soon to be
And we've become all we are; the living dead!

We've been betrayed by time to deny our suffrages by day,
faith unfaithful kept us falsely true...
but one day all shall be gone for glory and for good.
And we shall thwart the possibilities of dying or living by a rood,
For who we seek is the God of all gods!
The God of the living and of the dead.

Author notes***-As much as there is life and there is death, some souls can be trapped 
within, this souls are not dead and they are not living. this poem is about such souls.


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I Hate Monroe

I hate this place.
Man, I have to go.
I hate the racism.
I hate the haterism.
I hate not being heard.
I hate Monroe.
Man, I hate the word.

I hate this place.
And that’s a fact.
Once I leave here
I will never look back.


written Summer 2004


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 | Alliteration | |

Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men


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Complete Man

Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
 
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
 
 
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world


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Disappointment

Sweet, little surprises
Due to come in May
Will have to be put off
Until another day.

Things happen
And plans change.
The reasons why
Span a vast range.

There’s a better plan
And you can bet,
That once revealed,
You won’t regret

Having placed your trust
In God above,
As he blesses your life
With abundant love.


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The good fight

I am a vessel,
pushed around,
on this vast ocean.
No oars to guide me,
no sails to direct me,
helping me along in my travels.
Just the harsh ocean.
Always pushing,
where it wants to send me.
Always the crashing waves,
battering me,
jolting me ,
with its cold unforgiving,
shards of mist. 
Some have asked,
"Why not try?"
" Give a good fight"
 "Retaliate against this fierce ocean"
I cannot.
I lost all hope,
all fight,
long ago it was subdued
Now,
I just survive,
an existence dictated,
by a cruel and unyielding force.



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When wind leaves the world

Whered the wind go.
It came by in a breeze so slow. 
Then it charged onward in its rage.
Forever moving foreword, the world its stage.
But someday the wind will go away.
For nothing can forever stay.
And when the wind stops blowing.
And the sun stops glowing.
The world will crumble and die.
And the wind will cease to fill the sky.
The world will fall apart peice by peice.
The people will riot against the police.
The powers of the world will fall from their reign.
And they will then feel the poors pain.
Then the water will stop flowing.
Next the crops will stop growing.
Food will be hard to come by.
And millions of people will die.
Millions of mothers, brothers, fathers, and daughters will cry.
The pacific, and atlantic will dry.
And the fruits on trees will grow shy.
All becuase the wind left the sky.


Details | I do not know? | |

Everywhere i am.

Disassembled parts lay scattered,
Desolation after destruction,
Determined to destroy the battered.
Dabbled in days of discussion.


The words screamed could never replace words unsaid,
Even if whispered in pain,
Deadly verbal daggers thrown that could damn the dead .
Always whispered in vain.


My soul mixes with the air to cause cancered hearts,
I'm not of this world,
My being fixes to assemble scattered parts.
I didn't mean to hit eject and be hurled.


A dangerous landing erased careful planning,
But alive i am,
Tedious demanding encased understanding.
But scattered i stay in dunes of sand.


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Prayer for my love

Endless please God don't let anyone bite my sweetheart
I don't mind her all boyfriends if not over-smart
Or with unknown guy if she wants to flirt
No!
Don't let her go with the high flow
It will drown her I know

I don't mind if she spends night with friendly guys
Or for her if someone dies
Endless please God make her happy just be Nice!

(Amen)


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 | 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 | Quatrain | |

Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know


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The Pot of Clay wonders

     Is the world cheating on me?
Is self-deception so thick that I cannot see?

Is the world beating on me?
Is suicide so slow that I cannot be free?

Or be me?

What am I?

A wave passing by?
Or a rock so grounded that it cannot try?
Or ask why?

What am I?


Details | Free verse | |

Poison Ivy

Thirteen, deemed brilliant...quite attractive,
injecting her poison through the blood of
countless young boys...

boys...calling her home...riding by...
boys...craving her time...wanting her...

But beyond the intellect, she was insensitive
and, at times, brutal.

"Dance with me."
"No way, you're ugly."

"Would you like to go see a movie?"
"No, you're not my type."

Chased...so she ran as distraught boys with
bruised hearts neither forgot nor...

forgave.


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Winter loose

I shiver
as I look back over the months.
I balk at the thoughts
that run through my mind.
It is not cold outside
but an icy wall built within.
The music from the speakers ache with my melody.
The old questions again:
how do I measure and see?
It is not fresh in my home
but a chill wind crept in.
A cloud of living creatures darkens the eve.
A doubt rises from the hidden fertile depths.
It is not bracing on the street,
I walk swiftly by.
Your breath the wind of the south.
Your words warm but from the desert.
It is not arctic in thy heart
but I dare not go in.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Street Smarts

There's a thing called street smarts I'm learning about.
Everyone seems to have them but I am without.

Do unto others before they do it to you.
This is their motto, it's all that they do.

I cringe when I see it, they laugh when they find
someone they call a sucker who is only being kind.

They bleed them to death then move on to another.
I guess they don't know, you should always love your brother.

They live life backwards, I guess they always will.
Look at live spelled backwards and you get evil.


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Needless

It's easier to break yourself
In tiny pieces
To show them how you suffer.
It's easier to cut your hands and
See your blood flowing out of
Your body filling the silence which is
Killing you.
It's easier to say goodbye,
Pretend like you don't care and
Always smile, and smile all over again
Because it is nothing that
They want to know.

It's easier to walk out the door,
Easier to disappear when
You feel nothing holding you
To anything that in the end is
Nothing at all,
Especially all of them who were
Trying to be a part of your life
Occupying your mind and heart,
Steeling what was real once inside of you
But then they were all gone.

It's easier you think but
You don't know a thing.
Nobody is going to show you the real
That you pretend.
It's easier to say but
There is the hardest out there.
To prove you wrong
When it is needless
I'm not going to.

Because there is no sense
To teach the dead to feel the life.


Details | ABC | |

Dear soul

My dear soul.
Your whimper is so human 
You are so close to me 
that I can't see you. 
I can only feel you when 
you ask for air to breathe.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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LOST down a Dark path

Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. 

My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, 
years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. 

The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. 

Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! 
. . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.


Details | ABC | |

Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Regret

I'll be your biggest regret, One you try hard to forget, Passed over, No second glance, Pushed aside, No second chance. I'm the thorn in your side, Drifting away in low tide, Remembering all those times, Things appeared to be fine, In the blink of an eye, Marooned alone to gaze the sky. Deep space, where my soul resides, Feeling all the planets collide, Will we make it out alive, Not for us to decide. Just wish you'd look and see, How right we are, you and me, But no matter how far we get, You know I'll be your biggest regret...


Details | Free verse | |

America fallen

This,
 my trusted allies and friends,
  before the fall of tradition encompasses dedication to future trials.
Just another apology to the civil.
Ethics knows no bounds or condemnation.
Slivers of recompense entangle folly,
 greedily consuming heart-felt majorities of lies and rationality.
Logic determines national enlightenment.
Harsh reality gorges the life of fallen commanders,
 pushing past the past and clinging to the end.
Betrayers of Constance and Grandeur
 spit in the eyes of child-like morality and compassion.
Educate the mute to ensure mindless torture.

Fold the hands of the leper to crumble the hope of forgiveness.
Contemplate the existence of language,
 numbing the effects of pureness observed,
  laughing before gray-hairs with mocking triviality.
Show the truth of America.
Damn the weakened masses for profit or gain
 while trampling the dream long forgotten
  but rumored to strive.
God bless this collection of lost souls.
God bless the children cold and weak.
God bless the once open arms of Lady Liberty.
God Damn This Fallen America!


Details | Rhyme | |

I Take

Your Death,
Your Cries,
Your screams of Pain,
All of which are all in Vain,
Your life i take,
To end my Pain


Details | I do not know? | |

A Life Less Ordinary

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..

Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.

When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.

Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..

A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..

This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..


Details | I do not know? | |

Here Alone I Sit

Here alone i sit

Kept away from the outside

Here away from the sun light

Stuck in a cold cell

I don't know if you can tell

But here alone I sit

In missory

In pain

Until the day

Im free

Then I can return to me

But until then I sit behind closed bars

Wishing on a star

Praying to go far

But until that day

it is here alone i shall stay


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Callous eyes

Callous 

Every tiny things matter in a young world, 
and then with callous eyes, he is used to pick
days and nights as they pass him, as they pass beyond.

Sometimes he panics, fears that she’ll go away 
and he won’t feel any ache, just be watching her
moving away, erasing; looking at the place
where she has been seen last; with covert anger.

A tiny butterfly flies, in and out, in and… 
the patch of rain raises smells, smells of musty dusk.
The callous eyes follow the hands clutching heart 
where past is blending in pains and agonies.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?


Details | I do not know? | |

Sorry for my wandered thoughts

It happened somehow
I don't really know how
Only one thing I know 
It happened beyond my control

I wish I can control everything
If possible the whole world by my hands
I tried for it and now I know for sure
I don't even have control over me

Everything will happen on it's time
But don't just sit and relax
We must do something
Try to master our self first

Self control is a great strength
You can change others later
Don't find fault on others
See how great they are

Sorry for my wandered thoughts
Can you accept my apology ?
Can you be my friend again ?
I want to be your friend again

I think only for this moment
We may see dark clouds again on our way
But we don't  know the future
It can be great with God's help


Details | I do not know? | |

Abortion at seventeen

Abortion at seventeen 
=
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the 
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath, 
just before sleep, medicated sleep,  
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.

These are the words that belong to past, 
I urge to tell more to see if tears 
are going to make you less of a goddess 
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

AN UNPLEASANT DAY

The fog thickens over the waters,
making every island vanish
into the misty sea rolling by;
but the lonely and trembling gull
stands on a skaky lamp-post, 
and his loud,distant cry
is revealed by a deep anguish
adding to an unpleasant day...

Mindless and shameless lovers,
take advantage of the pelting rain
to satisfy their urge with passionate eyes; 
these lovers came to this marine 
with the intent to cheat without concern,
not honoring their promise
to those who are eternally faithful:
isn't instant gratification a foolish game?  

The steady raindrops turn into a tempest,
causing the eere wind to whistle wildly
and as they pelt on my windshied and dance,
the music of my melody,so lively,
changes to a tune played with melancholy;
winter effects my mood so dramatically...

I look out of the driver's window twice
and the same bird sits still where he was,
I'm wondering if he waits for his mate,
to take a plunge into the water and bathe;
it's not only humans who experience loneliness:
it is seen in the wilderness as well...

Amid the fury of the relentless storm,
I'm caught between land and air, 
and does anybody feel the awesome force 
that makes us look so insignificant and small!
Our works are temporary and frail,
like the empires that were great and invincible,
they may seem perfect and beautiful,
but they will lose luster and suddenly fall
and crumble into a dust of oblivion:
only this Universe was made to last forever...

My wish for serenity is swept away
by the wind's fierce currents above,
and the frenzy waves carry it along
to follow that ship that left a while ago;
and still there's no visible sky
over the prestine, white beach
where I would lie down and sleep,
hidden away from anything and anybody...

In this treacherous month of March,
I can't lay back or be faint of heart;
somehow, with willingness and brit,
I must start being realistic
and take in consideration an unpleasant day
and make the best of it anyway... 


Details | Free verse | |

Time

Time ticks by,
Controls my life.

Bells ring for classes, 
Time dividing up our lives.

Why must I live like this?
Why not escape and be free?

Because time's everywhere.
It will always tick.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Silence Prevails

It's been so long. Seven years are gone. 
You watched me grow up. Loving you. 
And I used to say,
Ten times a day,
I love you. 
Now, I'd rather let it pass. 
And let silence prevail between us.
 
There were nights. And I'd be awake.
Waiting for you to be home. 
Now, I'd rather you don't come
And hours we used to be on telephone...
I'd rather be alone. 
Conversations never ended, they never really do...
And yet the ones we have now, I wish we never do.
 
Did I just grow up?
Or may be you loved a different me.
Not that I like who I am now
But it's little I can do about. 
We go to a fancy dinner. Yet, when was the last time we laughed together?
Moments which seemed little, now just feel like forever.
 
Sitting here on my bed, I watch you,
Wear your coat and leave. 
You are the only one I ever have. Would you come back?
But I say nothing. Sometimes silence is a comfort.


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 | Free verse | |

Secrets Spoken Without Discretion

The logical way to deduce and to reason.
  To monitor time.
    To chart the changing of seasons
To believe.
  To have faith.
    To trust in sweet Jesus.
      To pretend that god's will does nothing but pleases.
To smile.
  To cry.
    To hate.
      To fear.
To compulsively
  Consumingly
    Long for the one you hold dear.
The slap of the sea against the jagged face of granite.
  The profound, minute presence
    In the universe, of our planet.
All that we know is known and not known.
  Significance lost to the more significant significance.
    The grandeur of the glorious lost to the tempering of the monotonous.
Every other day I dream.
  Laboring away my life in the in-between.
Nothing said.
  No breath lost to conversation.
Within my head
  The perpetual drone of resounding contemplation.I steal from myself more than any thief could ever pull thru my bloody hands.
  My fears cause more pain than any loss I have ever known.
    My desires drive me with a passion greater than any pleasure I have ever
      Gained.
All that I have imagined has dwarfed all that I have experienced.
  And yet, the mysteries of my mind validate my existence.
    So much power 
      Over such little substance.
Every other day I dream,
  Laboring away my life in the in-between.
I walk without moving
  Across a world I can't see.
I have devoured my own soul for sustenance,
  Yet I am left starving.
Who could enjoy the feast,
  Having eaten themselves while they waited?
Every morsel has no flavor.
  Each bite of this life is bland.
Though I strive to enjoy and to savor,
    I cannot help but spit-out your offering of sand.


Details | Free verse | |

So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

Where Persephone Dwells

Seeds of pomegranate 
     in my belly 

This girl wonders how much of her 
Is alive 
above ground 
Or circling Cerebus 
as he chases his tail

(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)

I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter

We use people as tarot cards
 to guide our destiny 

Entrails are likely more reliable


Details | Free verse | |

214 b

Don't shoot me down with your neat coded numbers
Inhuman measure nice non corrupted style
I can’t get blown over by US beauties
For the one I love is already mine.

Look at you blonde hair with hardly a face
Heard "why the visit to US" she called out
I replied  "tourism is my intent madam
Pleasure with friends, no business for sure".

"Relations! of course carol's my net friend".
Immediate relations never a niece 
for I had cajoled DS-160 to kindly accept
But it hadn't bulged from its predefined stand.

"Ok what you do", I said "cinema-movie"
"You own it", I said "yes" a bit surprised
"Since when" was her shot and I cry "childhood"
"1962" in my consciousness as I blurted it out.

"What does your friend do" I said "works" loudly
"Where" and I told what I knew there and then
Remembered the place, city to name them; 
Seconds begin to tick like a time bomb.

With clicks she uploaded a coded disaster
Take this 214-b active and duly registered 
And when you can decode the puzzle reapply 
 Public response -New Delhi Discretion-:     

Now left, decry this immigration tag;
Certification: “courtesy  VO's gag"


Details | Free verse | |

Futility

I am a bee.
I gather pollen.
I make honey.
The honey is taken from me.
I sting.
Someone cries.
And I die.


Details | I do not know? | |

Existentialism

I will lie.
I will cheat.
I will steal.
I will destroy whole worlds.
And then I will change and all is forgiven.


Details | Free verse | |

a feeling forlorn

The screen emanates the feeling
Pain seeping from the light
Greeting all with fake yet warm smiles
Bleeding through the air. Thick and relentless
Pouring past a sea, crimson red.
Breath taking and awe inspiring.
It’s all there is in the candle light.
A resourceful malice, taking all advantages.
If you look carefully you can see the tears.
Dripping there in the page, running down
Vertical lines take hold and resuscitate
Papers all in order. Can’t taste the sugar.
Can’t taste the sweet, all that’s left is bitter
Remnants of an old man lost in a shell
Remnants of an shell emptied, nothing left inside.
Dust in the wind, an obscene gesture
Cuts in the page, turn back while there’s still time.


Details | Free verse | |

Tossed

We try to look up but our necks are broken
The weight of the world has taken its toll
And now lifeless, were tossed
Hurled over the boundaries
The lines
The principles we've made
"And promised never to cross"
flying past our passed mistakes
we drop tears like bombs,
colliding with the sadness that was so long gone
but never really left
and now we're falling
falling
falling
.... crash
lost in the regret
stuck in the past
we accept defeat
mourning the death
of the person that use to be.


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 | Verse | |

Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | ABC | |

Surely

Surely!







I felt like exploding. 
The back of my eyes were burning.

What had happened here? 
There must have been times when I felt more than this. 
There had to be. 
Surely.

It was Tuesday afternoon, around 12.20pm, that I realised what had to be done. 
Someone had to pay!

I have lived, up until now, a privileged life. 
One really of no hard labour, unlike many of those around me. 
I suppose I felt superior to some people in many ways. 
Should I have thoughts like this as a member of the human race? 
There you go you see, human race, race, the word that we have put into who we are, its a race, we are racing, racing each other. 

Where will it be the race, who is in the, race, yes indeed!
Mumblings of a mad man corrode the in workings to such a degree that there seems no way out!
Surely we had felt more than this?

Surely!   




Scott. T . Williams.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Life and Love

What is life without love
A night sky without a moon
Could also be unlit candles
In a dark scary room

To have your heart 
Explode with emotion
Yet no one there
To share your devotion

For you hold your hand out
Will one help balance life
If no grasp for that hand
Unknown plight of feeling damned

So some try and try again
Others fail before they begin 
Life goes on with or without
Each year lingers by full of doubt

To make one more connection
Surely would length my life
So unsteadily I thrust the hand
Who will balance me now

But what is life without love
And also love without pain 
For deep within my heart 
It has all been the same


Details | Free verse | |

Sight Regained

I was a blind woman walking among the dead, but I travel alone now, a swimmer 
in a black sea, unable to continue another futile struggle at the hands of hope's 
humiliation as I make love to the inner core of darkness, for

nothing equals the power of your intensity.

I struggle and I struggle and I struggle, but my treasure chest is now empty, and I 
have nothing left to offer, a beautiful temple robbed while secrets are well 
concealed within the palm of my hand although thoughts of your abuse yet 
linger...ambiguity at a costly price.

My spirit is weary as the moon's equivocal language betrays me; I live in a glass 
menagerie where freedom speaks in her foreign tongue.

No longer will I allow shadows to guide my lonely soul.

What could be.

What might be.

What should be.

No!  What is!

Vanity will never allow me to settle for second best.

So I courageously confront demons who lurk within the realm of reality, who 
deceive my thoughts in an aggressive attempt to draw me in...again, but finally 
the anesthetic has worn off, and I view an abandoned street.

I wear a guise as I dry my tears and understand...

We don't always get what we come for.


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 | Personification | |

AFTER LIFE

AFTER LIFE: (HOPE COMES)


AFTER ALL OF YOUR RECKLESS LIFE CHOICES, 
THE ONLY TRUE ARCHILLES HEAL IS ONESELF.
REGRET NOT YOUR PATH IN LIFE,
BUT ONLY THE IGNORANT REACTIONS. 
AFTER OVER COMING QUITE HARSH CONDITIONS
OF YOUR EARTHS ELEMENTS
THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD PONDER IS THE TOTAL 
IGNORANCE OF YOUR DEAF EARS KEEPING 
YOU FROM SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE.
BLINDING YOU FROM ALL

THE UNSPOKEN WORDS OF YOUR LIFE,
RELATIONSHIPS THAT SUFFERED, 
YOUR BROKEN HEARTS EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY.
OUR BATTLE STRICKENED WOUNDS TRYING TO HEAL;
NEEDING OUR BANKRUPED SOULS SAVED
FROM ALL THE CHAOTIC SORROWS SUFFOCATING US DAILY.
OUR OUR HOMELANDS

FEARS ESCAPING HOLD OF US
MOMENTS IN TIME LOST TRAGICLY.
BE ALL THAT YOU ARE FROM WITHIN, 
SIMLIFY EVERYTHING. BEING HONEST WITH YOURSELF,
ABOUT THE TRUTH OF YOUR LIFE.
IT IS EXTREMELY HARSH, AND HARD PAINFUL WORK,
BUT AT LEAST YOU'LL HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE OF 
KNOWING THAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Y
YOU'LL UNLOCK THE POWER FROM WITHIN
YOU'LL GROW IN STRENGTH, CONFIDENCE.
YOU'LL SET YOURSELF FREE AND APART OF THIS WORLD
AND THE HUMAN CONDITION.
YOU'LL GROW AND OPEN YOUR MIND TO BEING KINDER,
TO OTHERS, GOING THE EXTRA MILE.
BELIEVE IN THE TRUTH AND STOP 
ALLOWING THE LIES FROM OUR MEDIA AND GOVERNMENT
WITH THEIR ILLUSIONS OF WHAT OUR REALITY TRULY IS. 

HOW CAN ONE CHOOSE THIS YOU ASK? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ACCEPT JESUS INTO YOUR HEART AND KNOW THAT HE DIED FOR YOUR SINS.



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 | Senryu | |

#54

Whispers in the dark
Calling a restless soul home
Unfamiliar warmth



Details | Free verse | |

Turn the Page

 
                     What remains beyond the climax...?

                     The enticing rise, the disappointing fall,
                     no more crimson skies, the sacrifice of
                     inhibitions lost.

                     A falling market, stain between once
                     solicitous thighs, now but a vague
                     remembrance of cries consumed with

                     denial...

                     impatient, violent pulsation, no longer
                     compliant but decrepit...so keen an
                     observer of disarray.

                     One engulfed by infatuation...another,
                     missing in action, to what extent had
                     lain there...

                     frozen...




Note:  Fictional piece dealing with the detriment of being used.


Details | I do not know? | |

KILLER MOMENTS

In the moments,
when sadness descends upon
and loneliness surrounds my heart
The absurdity of life 
reveals before my eyes
winds of obscurity drifts away:
all my faculties
The moon of hope hides
behind the clouds of disappointment
stars of memories dismantle 
from the sky of mind
when darkness whirl around 
and longings weep deep inside
heart seems to stand still
music of life stops
in those moments    
if YOU happen to come....


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


Details | I do not know? | |

I will play this part

I will play this part
So skillfully that
Nobody would guess
That my mind's in a mess.

I'll play this part of mine.
I will not cry or whine.
Nobody will understand
That I live with a broken heart.

I will play my part
So naturally that
Nobody could guess
How I'm tired of this race.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Without The Box

So, there you are
Returned from fighting another mans war
Heard you’re quite the hero
Good for you my friend
Twenty years young
Couldn’t wait
To kick some terrorist ass
And so you did
So very well indeed I hear
Now you’re back
Nothing more to kick
What are you to do with yourself
Lying there as you are
Look at all of us here
To welcome you back
Can you not hear the joy
Can you not see the happiness
Or is it all hidden behind the tears
So here you are returned
In a flawless uniform
Lying there all smug and confident
With a peaceful look
Here you are returned
Fresh off the plane
In a nice tight package
Here you are returned
To never leave again
Good to have you back my friend
Only wish it could have been
Without the box


Details | I do not know? | |

A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Contradictions

As Christmas morning dawns
And children wake with yawns
Excitement permeates the air
With nary a worry or a care

While miles across both land and sea
Other children pray and plea
As anguish haunts their waking day
To weak to laugh, to frail to play

Those well fed children, some obese
With gifts a plenty, several apiece
Crowding round the Christmas tree
Happy, joyful, so carefree

While other children, worlds apart
With empty stomach and aching heart
Gathered round an empty pot
Despair, hungry amid stench of rot

Those healthy children with toys and stuff
Some spoilt brats that have enough
Often whining, wanting more
With gifts a plenty by the score

While suffering children without food
In shabby huts both stark and crude
Complain not once about their plight
Yet from so little derive delight

So while we run around demented
Stressing about which gifts to buy
Perhaps it is best that we relented
And asked ourselves to question why

And when we talk of Christmas cheer
Perhaps we ought to shed a tear
And spare a thought to those without
Is this not what Christmas is all about!!!


Details | Free verse | |

THE WOMB OF PAST

That which passes away
Leaves in its trail
The shape of things to come to take its place.
0, Past, you have now passed But when the  Time stops  you come again And repeat yourself.
I lived in you in back of time
And suffered pangs of life forlorn I looked at Future on the horizon To give me a life which I adorn A wishful thought I learnt in time It never begins nor ends anywhere .We are all children of a fate - That Time usurps and forbear 
It moves in circle flitting away To us it passes as the past It comes to us as future then By turning circle full & fast
We forget miseries, suffering all The past that caused us so much fear In life and death, we can't forget Though wait for you appear. 
I greet  you not as a welcome guest
Coming  from the womb of past, to my despair,  I can not laugh,  nor can I weep,
I want to strike a deal with you very fair
You turn the clock back again to whom I laughed And loved the life without any care.


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 | ABC | |

Someone behind the door

There is someone that knocks on my door every night,
when the darkness and the cold freeze my soul.
He does not say anything, just gives me his hug.
I try to see into his eyes but the weariness closes my eyes and my dreams 
chase him away. 

I will try many years to make him friend,
but he is my greatest Fear...


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

The Price Of War

Joined the Army during Wartime to help out Uncle Sam,
Had to get through Basic first while eating eggs and ham.
Up at dawn each morning we started on a run,
It didn't take long to realize this really isn't fun!

Now that Basic's over we join others in this fight,
Each side believing that their the ones whose right.
We go through streams and valleys to ambush the enemy,
But in the darkest hours peace is our silent plea.

When we're not fighting or hiding we write letters to our kin,
For happy news and levity to help us at day's end.
It's time that everyone understood the price of War's too high,
Considering that on both sides people's loved ones have to Die!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Give Up - For all those touched by Cancer

We've all watched someone we love an adore, battle with all their might
Holding onto love and grasping at hope to try and win their fight.
They can not find reason, the questions abound and nothing at all makes sense
But still they struggle and try as they might, they will never give up their defence
Some they are lucky, remission sets in and the tears that they cry become hope
But others will battle till weakness sets in and they have lost all ability to cope
The families, the friends all those that survive vow never to give up the fight
To find a cure for all those that are touched by Cancer's dangerous plight
No matter your age, gender or race, we can all come together as one
We can do whatever is needed of us until the battle is won.
Copyright - Written by Sarndra Schoenmaker on 3/7/09


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 | Rhyme | |

I Don't Belong Here

I was born and raised here, 
In the hellhole, 
Called Monroe.
I don’t belong here.
That is horribly why,
I have to go.
I was warped here,
In the Hadean eon.
For what I could reckon,
No apparent reason.
I feel like I’m going, 
In circles steadily,
Traveling alone.

I hate this town. 
It did nothing ,
For me,
But had me believe,
For a very long time,
That I was in a place,
Where you must be
A certain way to be
Somebody.
That I was a nobody,
Going nowhere,
Getting nothing,
With nothing to share.

I don’t belong here.
I’m so disgusted,
 With this place.
I feel like an animal,
Not from the human race.
I am caged, locked up,
They won’t let me out,
Like I’m some type, 
Of wild beast,
With dark fur,
And eyes,
Gazing in doubt.

I really,
Really
Don’t belong here.
It’s so sad to say.
I feel like I’m,
In the prehistoric days
I don’t belong, 
In this place.
I don’t belong, 
In this place.
I don’t belong, 
In the place,
Where I was born,
And raised.



Wrote in August 2004, God brought it back to my mind, as I kept pondering today 7-31-09 
on how bad I want to return to end the madness that is going on in BR, God is calling me to 
be a witness to people in BR, but I feel that the people who can really feel me the most are 
the children who are trapped in  back wood Monroe.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Prodigal

I've nothing left, Comletely drained, You know what I've discovered? I gave my all, To everything, my very soul uncovered. And now I look for some return, on the life I spent so fast, And found that I have spent it all, on things that will not last.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost On The Stage

The Ghost on the stage, blinded by rage.
We all burn in the fire, of never ending hate.
Who now is the liar, who now controls fate?
The Ghost on the stage, trapped in his cage.
No soul left, for the saving prayer.
The omnipotent theft, adds a new player.
Familiarity in the air, death so near.
Who is there to scare, all cower in fear.
Bitterness has left it's taste, of sweet death.
Worship such a waste, giving away sweet breath.
The Ghost on the stage, has an inner war to wage.
The laughing will never cease, its knowing hold.
No such thing as peace, as my heart grows cold.
Lies so humble, in a world of pain.
Lives will crumble, driving all insane.
Genocide, sweeping the land.
All have died, under the malevolent hand.
What's the choice, the final decision?
Who's the voice, killing with such precision?
Pull away the knife, beneath the skin.
What's the meaning of life, for none can win.
Turn the page, for the Ghost leaves the stage.
Now it's time, for this to end.
The unknowing rhyme rhyme, carried on the wind.
Death lurks, silently in the shadows.


Details | Senryu | |

A Valley of Pain

greed gives you pleasure
for a fleeting moment, then
a valley of pain.


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Eventually

eventually everything loses its touch
eventually everyone gets rid of their lust
and when you can no longer pretend
that everything eventually comes to an end

it'll all come down in a bad way
no one not even you can stop fate
so why bother why even try
because all of us will eventually die

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

trouble all of us will eventually meet
i guess you think a fool i must be
but the truth is so full of heat
the odds i guess no one can beat

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

and this pain fills me
wishing i could escape this destiny
but whats meant to happen will
i wonder how does that make you feel

the truth makes you so pail
slowly we're losing to this hell
in this life we're all going to fail
and we can't escape this jail

baby listen to me yell

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

eventually you will give up 
eventually your words will be left in the dust
eventually you will lose your shameful lust
while everything has already lost its touch




Details | Verse | |

In Solitude

You will die in solitude,
And me, and all of them.
You will be alone in this,
And me, and all of them.

We rule over everything,
Humanity without power.
Be one for all, and all for one
But in the end we all will
Die in solitude, and stay in darkness
Which will be around us forevermore.

Without breathing we do not exist.
The last thing that we’ll see before we pass away
Is gon’ be light from God, and it won’t lead us
Anywhere.
It is just the sign that time has come.

We will die in solitude, my friend, and
There is nothing to be scared of.
Life is shorter, weaker than
Queen Death, and how do you know,
Maybe forever after Life is better than
Anything else?


Details | ABC | |

filing for divorce

Agony, bitter contempt.
Destruction, eternally forgotten. 
Gasping, hindered instincts.
Just killing lilies. 
Metallic needles overture perfected. 
Quiet raindrops splash underneath. 
Vulnerable wasteland. 
X-chromosome, Y-chromosome, zero-defect!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Adulteress's missing thread

missing threads
----------------
She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine,
like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. 
She looks inside. The sprawled bed sheet of flesh shines in luminous darkness which she
thinks she is. 
Remember the worth and compare with leaving behind the cords, one son and a lethargic
clergy who divides his self between interpreting the God and being her husband. 
She remembers the cats, the weekend cooking classes and small garden of oriental roses.
The pale moon is always hiding behind the clouds when you need it. The clarity is a burnt
out butt of the cigarette learning to jump overboard. She waves away the smoke. She looks,
once more, inside and outside.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | I do not know? | |

This Pain

Why am I so far from same?
Not even close to sane.
What cause's this pain
This pain

What is so messed up in my brain?
That bows my head in shame.
That weighs me down with my own blame.
This pain.

Is it this heart that beats its lonely sigh.
That is tortured from a love never there.
The last echos of a thought that wouldn't die
This pain.

I don't know what to feel.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to express.
This pain.

It's always there.
Through push and shove.
and in the end 
you learn to love.
This pain.


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 | Rhyme | |

We don't believe....

Wings beat through the wind of change
Echoing drumsong on etheric skins
We swoop to existence to feast upon
Fermented stories plucked from Eden’s memory
Drunk on the possibilities of harvests fulfillment
We migrate to a new golden dawn
Still loving you for the hope
as it springs eternal
from the nail bed of your wounded heart.
Who will part
the heavens for thee
as Moses parted the Sea?
Suffer.
Suffer little children.
Be meek, be poor,
endure
another round
of Karmic delight
as the light
remains hidden
under a bushel of fear
and we are left here
living the fall out
scurrying about
in the destruction of our leaving.
We have all been deceiving
the holy ghost
and at the very most
we can try to be kind
but the human mind
is so disconnected from heart
that we do not know where to start
to heal.
We can only feel
as deep as our pain has allowed us
It runneth over, our cup.
They nailed you up
and left you there to bleed
their greed
for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain
and once again
they're howling for blood and bone.
War alone
shows us, I suppose.
Not enough the rows on rows
where desert grows
crosses born
to die in scorn.
We all die.
Heads severed and hung to dry
just trying to please
bodies blowing in the breeze
strange fruit indeed.
Yet you still bleed
from every church wall and cemetery
yet your cross is very
very old.
I've been told
your Mother died
For one whole year she cried
at the agony of betrayals cost
as all was lost
of that bright dream.
It sure doesn't seem
any better to me.
Jealousy
and greed
precede.
I know we have to change
and rearrange
our thinking.
We've made a stinking
mess of the wisdom taught.
We got caught
in thinking, that life is so tough
we could never be enough.
You told us, these things we could do and more
we just don't believe you anymore.
 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

May Soon Be

Used to drive by in my car
Shake my head, look the other way
Used to think get a job
And get off the street
And now, it’s a place
I may soon be
Used to walk on by
Or cross to the other side
Thinking they had no pride
Now it’s a place
I may soon be
Heard all the stories
Of rich men falling
Being lost and forgotten
Now it’s a place
I may soon be
Used to scoff at their college education
The thought they ever had a mansion
Business suits and cars
Now it’s a place
I may soon be
I’m not there yet
But I can see it near
I see those storm clouds
Searching for me
I can see my efforts
Being for naught
And soon being caught
I can see losing the choice
Of what to keep
Being in far too deep
And looking through the car window
From the other side
Funny how perspective changes
Depending on where you stand
How quickly you begin to understand
When it’s a place
You may soon be


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 | I do not know? | |

Caamora

My soul burns down by darkest flame
Molten ruin's left of me
My heart aches to the tides of sea
As purity's all I can name

I claim it as my own right here
For all that I could love or fear
Has neared the brink of emptiness
Become one, interlinked with this

Amiss, the thought of what was fate
To lose the hope of what might be
These are the notes that resonate
Like prisms in a sunset sea

To me, the sunlight fades to darkness
All light dies down with the day
Here, within, what words can't say
Here, this flame is the abyss


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 | Senryu | |

What Are You Waiting For

this wait
has alway's
meant never





Tribute To Martin Luther King


Details | ABC | |

Why birds do not sing on this Earth

When hot and It is rain, 
Birds do not sing in vain.
This joy they never feel 
When heat walks upon hill. 
When nothing else has worsened stroke,
This rain is taken for the rock -
Birds fear this intensive sound,
It echoes back the shape of ground:
They harder fear their end 
When endless drops hit waiting land. 
Who's after spot of Paradise on earth? -
It always rains, It always hot,
And question is the same:
Why birds do not sing on this earth 
When heat turns into rain?


Details | Classicism | |

Scorpio,Friends Loveless and Loss

As i struggle to open this world
I find:
Two lives lived
beauty that has never shed
a withered leaf that always bleeds
as my only life with the realest of friends
i watch them and my heart honestly leave


Details | Verse | |

Sitting In The Park

They mowed the grass the day before,
The cuttings strewn upon the floor,
I sat upon the bench and saw
	The cricket pitch.

The men in white with willow bats
And padded knees and ice-cream hats,
The splitting stumps and yelled “Owzats!”
	Time’s dropped stitch.

Upon the ruined castle wall,
A brick or two seemed poised to fall,
Yet gravity defied to call
	Them tumbling down.

As sparrows in the gaping cracks
Flew in and out their nesting tasks,
A ginger tom in sunshine basks
	And yawns but does not frown.

The scudding clouds traversed the sky,
A crow upon the rail nearby
Winked a darkly gleaming eye
	Foretelling rain.

Thunder steamrolled overhead,
Turned thoughts of wake to thoughts of bed,
“It’s time to go,” some phantom said
	Yet I took no heed.

I sat there in the park all day,
As azure skies dissolved to grey,
And saw the people rush away
	When the heavens bleed.

They mowed the grass the day just done
So blades turned yellow by the sun
Rejoined the earth, became as one,
	 Decaying in the soil.

The shilling drops fall on me now,
And I remain beneath the bough,
As time moves on I wonder how
	To keep this mortal coil, 


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 | Lyric | |

Future, A Desolating Future(Part 2)

the sweet sun is bound to rest-
to melt is the tomorrow of the glaciers;
wither will be the daffodil, though at her best
to cry is the future of our laughters...


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweetness and Sorrow

What is this, what is the reason?
Why should everything have its place
And every occurrence its reason?
The sun shines, the rain pours
Fire brings death chaos and destruction
But also new life and fresh flowers
Why must we question our happiness
Yet yearn for it in times of sorrow
Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow.
Sometimes we lend, sometimes we borrow.
Sometimes overcome by joy and happiness
Sometimes wracked by grief and sorrow
Sometimes full and others empty
Sometimes firm in our choices and beliefs
Sometimes ( too often) easily tempted


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 | Free verse | |

Discrim-a-Nation

I watch as you
discriminate
in this sad little nation

I watch as you refuse
to hire him
or befriend he

I watch as you fall
into a sad habit
as you keep him from moving up
and act lie we're dumb

I watch as you become
like everyone else
always discriminating
without even a thought

I watch as this becomes
a discriminating Nation
Well, you know it is
     DiscrimiNation.


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 | Free verse | |

Pain

Pain…
A word with a thousand meanings
Used to express situations 
Full of agony mixed with suffer
Pain…
An adverb used to fulfill ache
A result of betrayal, lies, and disloyalty
A mask of cruelty, used to describe 
People, times, hurt
Without pain, without love, without hate
A world isn’t a world
These cause the continuation of the universe
Cause the break of some people 
And the patience of others
Without pain there is no hate 
Without hate there is no love
Without love there is nothing…
You can never understand pain
Unless you experience it 
You can never confront it 
Unless you have a heart
Build with courage, filled with love
You can never abandon it 
Cuz it will hunt you down 


Details | I do not know? | |

Aftermath

Sometimes it feels like the fire within
Will slowly consume me, overflow the brim
Red soaring flames, ignited by love
Heaven smiles on me, manna from above

Love, hope and mercy, basic human needs
The fire within me, it slowly feeds
On the pain that I carry, heavy and swollen
Belief in myself, paradise stolen.

Soft grey ashes, the memories black
In the distance plays a broken laugh-track,
The haunting melody hangs on the air
If love is so painful, why do I still care?


Details | Haiku | |

I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.


Details | I do not know? | |

Scratch

A hundred thousand scratches on my soul
A hundred thousand scars that make me whole

My mind drifts in the sky of unknown thought
The only thing that's real is what I'm not

We live
We die
We feel
We cry
We fall into the empty sky
I know that I can not deny
I live
Will die
I feel
Will cry

A hundred thousand scars upon my soul
Another scratch now screams that I am whole


Details | Free verse | |

Final Rest

The Commerian facade of the old church
stands watchful over the path
leading to the threshold of the cemetery.
Through the  years
the stone monuments
of tranquil resting places
greet survivor tears,
dewdrops of love.
Within the church
psalms invite unison of spirit,
hunger and tears seek holy love,
as prayers to saints dissolve hate and anger.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Prose Mine Prys

‘At play with words’

Cork thine eyes 
Cloaking lucent verbose halls 
Surely binding shutting tight 

Cork thine eyes 
Clutching goblet sipping falls 
Drunk seduction bending sight 

Prose mine prys 
Gather up my scrolling drawls 
Paging through the spite 

Prose mine prys 
Splitting metaphors with mauls 
Swindle word codle the blight 

This poem explained

Shut your eyes 
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts 
Absolutely shut off your mind 

Shut your eyes 
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich 
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind 

My ordinary words chip away 
Read what I have written 
They are memorable moments of contempt 

My ordinary words chip away 
I chop up what I write with metaphors 
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness

T.R.Sevrens


Details | Free verse | |

Murky water

There she stands, like water flowing.
Dream like state of mind. Bring it down.
Numb feeling starts in the feet. 
Fingers tingle with anticipation. 
Reeling in the catch of the day. Breathing deep.
It makes her fly. This is false, untrue.
Heavy is her heart, mind, body and soul.
Weighted with the actions that will come.
Taken by the lies that will ensue.
Dreams wont save this mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone in a Big, Bright World

Alone, alone and watching the midnight full moon
 
Alone, alone and carrying a curse that should feel like a boon
 
Alone, alone in a lonely house and peering into the wintry, foggy gloom
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a loon.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and staring into the fire
 
Alone, alone and sinking, into the bog, into the mire
 
Alone, alone in the heart of the woods and watching a burning pyre
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a liar.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and looking into my soul
 
Alone, alone and knowing, never can I fill this hole
 
Alone, alone in a dark void and surviving without a goal
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is not whole.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and standing, facing the sea
 
Alone, alone and not knowing what might be
 
Alone, alone in the darkness and feeling it creeping over me
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is me.


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 | ABC | |

The mirror

I looked in the mirror 
Life was drawing on my face 
Happiness and sorrows
Lines engraved 
My own moments
Lost in time 
Deep experiences
Dug in my skin.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Senryu | |

#55

Lost mind never found
Never found in a lost sea
Wet behind the ears



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 | Narrative | |

She Has A Big Heart

Her heart is so big, her love is so strong
Most of her life, she has been treated wrong
She has so much love, so much to give
Sometimes it took all she had just to live
What in the world did she do to deserve
All the pain that's been forced upon her
She's worked so hard to do everything right
But, when she'd least expect it, there would be another fight
For days she would hurt and walk around crying
If she told anyone, they'd think she was lying
How could this life of hers be so unfair?
Is it too much to ask just for someone to care?
It caused me such heartache to see all of her pain
All the times she was hurt, it was done in vain
Such a wonderful person with all of this love
Deserves more than anyone that I can think of
I'll always be thankful for all that she’s done
I love her unconditionally, unlike anyone
Who is this woman with such a big heart?
She's the beautiful woman who gave me my start
She's very special; she's one of a kind
She's like a rare diamond that most never find
She's my best friend, she's my Mother
I hope she knows how much I love her

Copyright © 2000   Shari E Davis


Details | Verse | |

Burning a cool fire

When a fire breaks out
In a property,
Everyone runs after the fire,
To make sure,
Nobody is left, 
But when somebody flamed me up,
Nobody come to share me,
Everyone blamed me,
This is my business,
They cannot touch my privacy,
I burnt the entire life,
Nobody shared my pain.
I tried hard to extinguish it,
Myself, and wept, until,
My last wish did not burn,
I cooked my sighs,
And roasted my memories.
Nobody came to care for me,
I am living in a poor world,
Where a fire is burning in my cool motions.


Details | Free verse | |

Illusion

I woke up screaming once more of another once more. I had the dream again, bringing back memories, and feelings of distress, grief, and unremitting pain. It's storming again, loud bolts of light rolling on and on in a continuous pattern like life, and death; age, and time. Age is an illusion, something time chewed up and spat out like a piece of gum on the evolutionary highway. Time is irrelevant, it only tells what it wants, until life runs out yesterday, only to give birth to the idea of "new" life today, and to die tomorrow.


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 | Lay | |

died while i was living

can't be 
justice 
with the suspect 
smiling 

can't be love 
with my heart 
still prowling 

oh 911 
did you get the 
411 
my heart was broken 
i can't walk or run

i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch 
you....now look at 
the drool from my tounge

i'm seeing my future 
but my present is 
threat ful 
if i don't change i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
hold up i'm talented 
beautiful
able 
willing 
strong 
powerful 
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living


Details | Free verse | |

Searching

I am confused.
I feel lost.
Yet this place is strangely familiar to me.
I am wandering inside my head,
looking for answers,
I am not sure even exist.
I keep searching,
hoping they will immerge,
from the gray depths of my brain.
But they never do.
Emotions always rising,
then sinking.
The ebb and tides of my mind.
At times its a lonely place to be..
.


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 | Rhyme | |

A Girls' Advice

A strange sight
A damaging night
Sometimes it’s hard to tell
How everything fell

Why do we have to wait for so long
When waiting makes the pain prolong
What do I do to stop the war?
Can I just wish upon a star

Noise everywhere 
People run here and there
Why can’t they see
What the war has brought me

Why can’t they listen to my advice
It seems all they could here is despise
Maybe I’ll just wish upon a wishing well
Before this nightmare turns to hell.


Details | I do not know? | |

I am

So here I stand, an empty man
The one who never found his soul
Thus here I know, and here I die
The life that never knew its sigh

Was lost in something more than this
Was begging but to find release
To wash away the crimson tears
Within your eyes, without your fears

I find the wilted rose can't last
It fades, it withers still too fast
But I can't bring myself to leave
All of these empty memories

And I've known the sunrise
To bring tears to my eyes
And I've seen the sunset
Wash away my regret
And I've felt all these tears
Wash away what were years
I have felt, in that night,
That true love was true sight

So here I kneel, an empty man
Who's drowned his soul within the rain
So here I die, so here I've lived
My heart was all that I could give
I've plunged my life into my pain
My heart could never feel the same
My soul is broken once again
As I drown in these tears of rain


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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

YOUR THRESHOLD

Your smile is a threshold
that I can cross unharmed
only to discover your smile is a weapon
slicing me to pieces
with sordid cynicism.
I grab the metalic lance
which is your own baseness,
a vileness sheltered in your chest . . .
Oh! the lance is like ice
so cold that your veins have no pulse
But with a disenchanted shield
that protects nothing, impedes nothing, 
in this misty field
on a foggy night, I´ll bow
my body before your pedestal!
trying everything
yet nothing can touch
your brutal ego
And the more I cross this threshold,
the more I want to cross you, but I can' t!
A viciousness kills me litlle by little
I -- each time a little weaker
You -- each time a little more insane
You -- blinding me to the reason
the way we are blinded by faith and psalms
and you, so powerfully wise, prepare your supper
I -- dying again at your feet
You -- carrying my scalp
across the sepulcher of myself.



Details | Verse | |

Fairytales

In blue waters of the sea,
In all the rivers, darkest forests,
Lakes, the mystery exists
But nobody has told.

When you're looking at the charming will
Hidden in void,
All your mistakes may be erased,
The pain may be taken away
But nobody has told.

In the forgotten land, among
The flowers that are never put to death,
There is a magic bean that's lost among
The rocks but you may never find it,
And nobody has told.

Nobody has told.
Nobody has dreamt
Through all the life of
Fairytales exist.
Because they don't.
Nobody has told you
To believe.


Details | Blank verse | |

Fill the eye


Fill the eye with solo thought
Mirror of mind is eye
Smile can deceive not
The dreams which in heart die.

In a speck of moment shine like star
But in next dull as night
From happiness miles far
Like a free flowing fateless kite

What you dream is all figments’ child
Leads to sorrow, mightier than death
Al the new born thoughts wild
Die in a single breath.

The pain I feel is pleasure now
And pleasure felt is pain
As to the falseness I bow
And reject the truth in vain.

Where to die seems like joy
And life itself a sorrow
Where each, each other annoy
And disappear forever beyond tomorrow.

The anxiety, the pain I feel
Is like a caged tiger, shackled in bondage
And shown as lamb in veil.
Dying each moment in rage.

Heart has died ages hence
As nothing now I feel
As can’t live as in fence
And can’t my own wounds heal.

How can the birds forever smile?,
And how can the trees always grow
I can’t wear smile for a while
And what is growth? I don’t know.
                                           Akash Sangwan


Details | Free verse | |

life defined

I  have so many wounds that there is no way they can ever be healed. 
The kindest of hearts, I have turned them against me-
 running from and distrusting their intentions. 
I have hurt a lot of innocent souls that deserved so much more love and sacrifice.
 My heart screams for compassion as my diseased brain confuses 
my thoughts into a foggy web of unnatural feelings and unfounded sadness.
 The meaning of my pain and frustration hidden in words no human can translate. 
Where is the peace promised through love that exists only by voices from the past?
 What is truth but not a whisper of perception?
 Tears fail to sooth my weary spirit as it screams to escape a hell of battered flesh. 
Fear drags me into darkness and into crevasses that deepen
 each moment of every hour as I await my inevitable demise.
 The meaning of life may not be as elusive as pondered.
 Death is the destination therefore life must be the adventure,
 the trip from death to death.
 Before we live we are dead so death is our beginning and our end. 
Life is death in waiting.


Details | Lyric | |

Autumn

And this is how what dies ,dies 

And what passes , passes 

And what fades , fades under the layers of dust 

And you ask 

And I never answer 

And ants carry forests to the tiny tunnels 

And birds migrate to the fare shores 

And stormes hit the shores 

And sands drown an ancient village 

And locustes eat what is trying to survive the climatequakes

Do you feel bored of the sea noises 

Or the shameless clouds 

How fierce are the windows of the night 

And through its narrow panes , the nocturnal wind sneaks like a grayish song 

Shaking the sheets of bed with bitterness 

And cold is a scare on the noses 

Gets blue in the frozen delicate finger-tips 

And the trempling of the hearts 

And you ask 

And I got confused with the answer ,silent , 

And , silent , I melt in the roads .

 

Written & translated from arabic by Mido 


Details | ABC | |

Faithless

My prayers seem to echo
To the stars
Unheard by You, 
That's how I feel
I feel wrapped by darkness
Frustrated obscurity
Nothings seems clear
Nothing is real
Faithless—
Alone
Crying in a corner
My prayers resonate
To the hollow end of the night
Again and again
My divine moments turn into dead silence
No ears to listen, no mouth to speak
The kaleidoscope has settled into crystal vision
My astral journeys are now touchable skies
Cold stony nights
The stars were beautiful
They were pearls of sky
They were sequins to the soul
Suspended up high
Now they taste like fire
Their skin is untouchable
They're frigid, frozen, stoned
Lacking soul and mind
I feel so disconnected
From the other world
I feel alone
My soul's screams unheard
Tell me why I feel this way…
Thrown into the city
When all what kept me alive
Was Your ethereal comfort?
Tell me why… 
Tell me why I feel like You left me out
When I know more than anyone else that you are always there
Tell me why I feel like a barrier is built
And I can see You no more…
I know You are there
I know that You can hear me
But tell me why, I feel like I'm alone…
I'm bleeding to death
Please make the pain vanish
Take it away
Just like you used to
My world has just been halved
I'm on the other side—
Trapped undersea 
I'm losing my breath
I feel more real
Than ever before
I'm in a parallel universe
Lacking a spirit
Lacking a soul, a mind—the essence
I cannot live
Please have me back
There still is hope—
I'm still intact
Guide me into
My original track
Give me breath
Don't turn Your back…


Details | Free verse | |

Bird

Your need lingered over me, 
Demanding and squalling, 
Drowning me in your 
Chaotic desperation, 
And suffocating the memories 
We might have made. 

Though you heard, 
You would not listen 
To the pleadings 
Of long lost visions, 
Even as they danced 
Before your eyes. 

Then you mistook 
My vulnerabilities 
For weaknesses, 
And mounted your encapsulation 
With grand fortitude, 
Masquerading as love. 

My belief in you 
Was shattered 
By those bruised moments, 
Irretrievably committed 
To the dedication 
Of your definition. 

So came the day 
When your audacity 
Compelled my strength 
And I would not surrender 
To your abuse, 
Regardless of your lies. 

Now a powerful bird finds 
This place heartbreaking, 
For the soaring dignity 
That will never be -  
Because I will not allow 
My wings to be clipped.


Details | Rhyme | |

So Much

So much pain
So much hatred
So very distraught
But still sacred
So much anger
So much anticipation
So much anxiety
To fill this dissipation
So much f***ing attitude
So much f***ing heart
So many f***ing personalities
So hard to disregard
Too much force
Too much to maintain 
Too much pressure 
You're to blame


Details | I do not know? | |

Momento Mori; Mea Culpa

On a road away from here... 
Peace vaguely shows itsself. 
I'm headed where I shouldn't be 
With nothing left, here to fear. 
All hope I had has gone away... 
My loss, I can no longer stop. 
This pain swelling within me, 
Is here to stay. 
Another day, withers by, 
Another hour of misery, within I dwell. 
Drowning in sorrow...sleeping in Hell. 
Now I just wait to die. 
This is my fault, I'm all to blame. 
No where left to go that I care to see... 
I'll run no more from intracranial torment. 
Can't run away from all of this pain. 
It was left here just for me.


Details | Free verse | |

WHAT IT MEANS

If I could see you every day
For the rest of my life
I would be so happy
But why should I be
When you no longer seem to feel that way
about me

I’m done with emotion
I’m done with feeling
And it looks like you are too
Judging by the way you’re acting

Every time I find someone perfect for me
I’m reminded they’ll be just out of my reach
No matter who it is
No matter where they are
No matter how very much they mean to me

I’m finally beginning to learn what it means
What this great grand thing we call “life” really means
And I’d rather be on my own all alone
Than bouncing a baby on my knee.


Details | Epitaph | |

loneness while watching my IPOD

I am watching an old movie on my ipod while on my treadmill
these old eyes of mine are crying in relation to the sadness
that the character in the movie is facing
LONELINESS is a familiar trait that binds everyone together
when something in their lives seems empty without hope or love
I tune the IPOD to Jim Croce's TIME IN THE BOTTLE and feel the
passage of time that echoes my sentimental sentiments with
a sad refrain that will endure until my spirit finally leaves this EARTH place
AHHHH..
look at this lonely person and reflect with whatever
eyes and thought that you can see and imagine
It is my turn now
Do not let it engulf your soul as it did mine
I will sleep now
it is highly doubtful if I should ever wake up again


Details | Rhyme | |

Well done O Cruel well done - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

Well done O Cruel well done
Burn my heart O God burn!

If I don’t burn my incense
It doesn’t emit fragrance!
If I don’t lit up my lamp
It gives no light in my camp!

When I become unconscious and life is so hard
Then God your harmful touch is your sweetest reward!

In fascination and shame
I can’t see you so hard game!
God set afire my darkness
By thunderbolts of sadness!


Details | Couplet | |

Nothing Can Happen

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen


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 | Lay | |

SCHEDULE


The room is cleaned up
and because it is saturday
the sheets are linen
pure, white and steamed,
the dinner is a banquet
and the dessert is an apple pie


So, she lies on the bed
and he, on the top of her
and because it is a holiday
they have closed the office
they are following the schedule


The roon is cleaned up
linen sheets
she is waiting for him 
he is on the top of her
he is following the schedule
she is looking through the window


For a few brief moments
he enters and pulls out of her
she moans and suffers predictlaby
he comes and shakes convincingly


Because it is Saturday
the office is closed
she is lying on the bed
he is on the top of her
she is moaning predictlably
he is thinking about the pie
she is thinking about morphine
and in the inside-outside rhythm
she feels like she was dead
and he pretends he is loved.


Patrícia Evans


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Prodigal

I've nothing left, Comletely drained, You know what I've discovered? I gave my all, To everything, my very soul uncovered. And now I look for some return, on the life I spent so fast, And found that I have spent it all, on things that will not last.


Details | Free verse | |

ignorance of a dormant mind

look at yourself
for a moment,
look into your soul,
feel the essence of your existence.

are you pleased,
disappointed...or tormented
by the unexpected outcome
of your life?

what is unseen to the dormant
mind is that no emotions truly exist.
they are sloppy manifestations of what we 
believe it is to be human.


Details | Cowboy | |

Circles Made of Stone

As we journey wide in life
On strange ranges far from home,
We often stop and ponder
Old burnt circles made of stone.

They are last meager remnants
Of some campfire long ago—
Where pards and tired travelers
Would share a hot cup of joe.

The fire would blaze but briefly
Then be just smoke as they’d part—
To rise again down the trail
Where another fire would start.

Yes, they’d slowly gather rocks
And form that new ring of stone—
Build a blaze to ease the night,
So they’d not be all alone.

But those days are mostly gone
With stone circles left behind—
Cowboys seldom come this way
And good pards are hard to find.

And while fires now seem to die
And a cold north wind does moan—
There’s always comfort in a fire
In our circle made of stone.

And so we all go our way,
Build rings all the farther—
Honor roots and family,
But most of all, our Father.

Yes, now we’ve come full circle—
Return to earth as it lays—
A circle of completion—
Like brief dust of earthly days.


Details | Free verse | |

Dirty Laundry

Every time you think your being good
You think you've done well 
Every time you think forgivness is at hand 
You go and do something 
That intentially unintentially
Demotes every effort to make things right 

Keep airing your Dirty laundry 


Details | I do not know? | |

Sometimes

Sometimes my thoughts and feelings
Are beyond the use of expressing words.
Sometimes my dreams and wishes
Are in need of fulfilling.
Sometimes life doesn’t seem
To have much meaning.


Details | I do not know? | |

Power of a word

The age old encounter of emotion and mind
The battle for pride and for place
Emerges a power unmistakably vile
A weapon of utmost disgrace
With a sharpened wit and a slight of tounge
And that it comes with the greatest of ease
In nothing more than a second it can
Bring a person down hard on their knees
It can break a hard heart and the strongest of souls
Rip through a persons own thoughts
It can devastate lives of many and one
With neither a gun, a dagger nor sword
It destroys within minutes things thought to be strong
Things created with time to endure
Memories offer no support from the pain
As the anger screams offering more
As your body implodes and the trembling sets deep
Even more than the want to be heard
the havoc, the pain, devastation indeed 
Was caused by the use of one word

James Thomas Mahauariki
Copyright © 2009


Details | I do not know? | |

Time

The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
   meant
       in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
   the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
   and drowns in me


Details | I do not know? | |

Indigo

I crash down on everything,
Calm at times
But a storm brews inside me.
I feel it deep within me.
I seem shallow at times,
Salty and harsh,
Bitter and sweet.
Summer transforms me.
Now cool and calm,
I shine and glitter,
Smooth, with a heart of glass.
I wash away my sins.


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 | Free verse | |

Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


Details | I do not know? | |

Sacred

Sometimes in the course of history, there comes along a man.
He is righteous and afraid.
Bound by the might of his mind.
Learned and full of insight, he can tell you most anything you need to know.
But he is human.
And must also be a person,
But a person is a mask.
A character in a story,
He knows the story isn't written right.
He sees the wickedness of your thought,
Deeper than the fear he feels in telling you.
You are wrong.
It's not your fault.
You can only borrow at first.
But you have to see the shadows to know of them,
And you must create to know they are not.
We deal in shadows, projections, made from a character of our own creation.
Break character.
I know you can.
Wake up.
Dream.


Details | Free verse | |

ALL LEGENDS ARE MADE BY DREAMS

Is there a purpose for struggling,
enduring trails that could be been avoided?
What motivates an individual to surpass
any conceivable limit...to build a concept?


A normal person has less cares than a genius;
no passion for art or interest in science,
so aimless is that existence...
resembling a shadow passing. 


A philosopher once said that
legends are made by dreams,
by each stage as they are woven,
but their inner voices are as faint 
and distant as raging waterfalls
descending steeply, to splash in rivers below;
and to hear them, you must get closer enough,
until their loud sound can deafen 
the ears and astonish the eyes...
Oh, I have contemplated them in sheer surprise!


Nobody ever sees a thinker's curved back
posing on the water-splashed, cracked rock;
if civilization has betrayed his idealistic thoughts,
accusing him of insanity and prejudice...
how can dark minds be lucid enough to discern
what he sees in images of true perfection?
And he will be another outcast detested by society...
for having demonstrated a superior mentality?


Go to the highest hill, amid the rugged mountains of the South,
and find him in the same spot meditating
over a glorious view that the very learned once admired;
go and comfort him with a friendly hand-shake,
and amply confirm that his action wasn't a mistake,
but a challenge and a cause worth-taking!
And his testimony, that all legends are made by dreams,
is found in his prophetic and exquisite writings.



Details | I do not know? | |

Changing winds of time

Back it was, days long ago,
			When every moment was shared,
			Decades far it seems from now,
			When by hurt, I’d be spared. 

			The changing winds of time,
			Were so cold and annoyed,
			That by the time I could realize it,
			Everything was destroyed.
			
			To learn this new way of life was tough,
			Letting go was even tougher,
			In the blink of an eye,
			Everything had changed forever.
			
I could have consoled myself,
			By saying, ‘it will be alright’,
			But I knew it was not that easy,
			I knew I had to fight.

			Challenges were many,
			But chances all too few,
			After the same life, for years,
			These consequences were too new.
			
			Days followed days,
			Waving years goodbye,
			Standing in the core of all of it,
			Yet I was amazed, asking ‘why?’

			Music could still be heard,
			And people around still fought in vain, 
But I was missing everywhere,
			And I could never be the same again.  
			
Dark clouds covered me,
			And I had nowhere to go,
			Waited in this rain for days and weeks,
			As to when would the sun glow.

			Time preached me it was the one,
			Who changed relationships,
			Couldn’t have understood it better,
			Than facing all these hardships.

			I know it would never be the same again,
			Neither do I expect it to be,
			But I learnt from this episode,
		             I was quenching thirst on a dry county.


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 | Verse | |

Helpless

help me I scream.
Unanswered I run.
The sky ablaze.
My life torn.
Uprooted.
Ash all around.
To my knees I fall.
My cries unheard. 
The world ablaze.
Around me I see.
Not fire but hate.
Not ash but greed.
Let it burn.
I scream. 


Details | I do not know? | |

O, Tenebrous

O, Tenebrous

O, interminable tenebrous
ev'r bewildering,
haunting, taunting
my incessant Pierian Spring!


McCuen Copyright October 2008


Details | Free verse | |

a liquid feeling

Why does this heart feel so bad?
Remembrance of an uninteresting event.
An escape into the night.
Feeling sadness multiplied.
Boiled down and concentrated. 
Why does this heart feel so bad? 


Details | Free verse | |

Afraid to write, For ending

I don’t want to write any poetry,
I really, really, don’t.
I’m afraid with what I might come up with,
I’m afraid of what I won’t.
I’ve lost most care for laughing,
Most hope and love, must change…
But I’m dying and dying deep inside,
And I yearn for that to change —
To end would be a bless,
Bestowed on only me.
And a cure to all the others,
Who say they lov’est me.


Details | Lyric | |

Black sand

When you find your early your already much to late all this time now you over compensate
A rush towards the front so we can crawl to the back always flinching from the timely attack
anticapation explodes towards the surface flooding out release its only purpose
Timely ruin erodes the  youthful heart corroding the edges lets it fall apart

age and wisdom go hand in hand the curse of life has only one demand
youth and vigor go hand in hand but at that point we dont even understand 
in the end we return to the land all these things we were crumbles away into black sand

A hard life takes a serious toll no one to help you madness takes control
lonely hearts lightens the soul to run the great race headlong towards the hole
some live life as a perfect dream while others mostly cry and sometimes scream
good deeds leave nothing to redeem we all lie in dirt or so it would seem

time and space go hand in hand we all must suffer there every command
pain and strife go hand in hand alone we fall and alone we must stand
in the end we pass to the land until we fade and crack turning into black sand

writing this down its quite hard to think today could be it id be gone in a blink
pondering the end leads to the brink no matter how high ones soar everything must sink
it seems to be a very grim notion no matter how hard you swim your consumed by the ocean
live like some mad commotion but time moves straight it knows no other motion

life and death go hand in hand no matter who you are you see others life’s are so grand
fools and liars walk hand in hand each of us all carry these life’s long brand
until the day we return to the land once particles of icy cold lifeless black sand

all of us are dieing only some know when cant control the future but we are were we’ve been
the endless void a thought Iam not akin ill go when I go and not until then 
perception is something you have to be in to see our lives stretch and then grow thin
So many hits we take in the chin but the harder I’m hit the wider I grin
because one thing is certain on your journey you’ll be hit over and over again

shame and guilt go hand in hand for all our troubles the end cannot be planned
love and loss go hand in hand we hold so tight by the thinnest strand
until we sleep in the bosom of the land when all of this returns to black sand


Details | Sonnet | |

Blendrome

Many lifetimes, within a single life,
past memories, of how it used to be.
Continuous change, be it bliss or strife,
folding in on you, turning out on me.

It’s not just time, or how it passes on,
it’s an ever-changing universal plan.
A twist of fate the coming of new dawn,
your spirit knew before it all began.

The loss of a loved one, the birth of a child,
feel it in your soul, know it causes change.
It’s always been there, be it strong or mild,
It’s another lifetime, it’s not really strange.

It can be beautiful; it can be pain to some,
I’ve given it a name; I call it, Blendrome.


Details | Verse | |

Hope

Hope is like a candle glowing in the dark
A bright light, a lively, flickering little spark
It is but a small flame, giving itself up in prayer,
Growing weaker as it burns itself out in despair
Striving all the while to stay erect and alive,
But like hope, one breath and it does not survive.


Details | ABC | |

Life's Jolts

After baring concern
Developing each focus
Grasping, holding it,
Jumping, karma lives,
Moving nowhere over
Preparing quaint replies,
Sweet tastes, unkind,
Visioning with X-rays
Yearlong; zap


Details | Lyric | |

Agony

You took me home, I drink to much because of you my livers turn to dust
You got me high my lungs have quit for the last time.
And because of you my obsession grows more and more with each passing day.
I do it more to feel the high but it just won’t come back to me. 
I tried to walk but it’s so hard I just end up on my back staring into the sky.
You came to me to help me back onto to my feet.
And helped walk me back to the car even with my resistance you took me home.
I’m sick of the things you have said and done while leaving me high and dry.
I’m so messed up from what you've said and I’m on the brink of dieing out, of 
this place you call my home.
I’ve tried to make since of all the things you have said to me, But it is impossible 
to stay on track. Some people shouldn’t be alive. That’s how I feel.
Like I’m not needed in this life, even though it might hold something I should 
uncover,
I’ve never searched these things in mind that should be found, but yet apparently
unattainable to keep track, it’s almost impossible to grab a hold of the thing that 
are most vital to your life. 
When you are in a life where all you do is getting smashed and seared. And you 
try and try to help me up, but you took one move… You took the one wrong move...
You took me home. Because of you my life now sucks!
And it’s now whirling out of my control 
I feel I’m fading from this place that you have brought me to 
So take my away from here I need not to see your face in front of mine 
So get away... away from me!
Why is it when you call my name, I’m put in a state of misery
I’m am so perplexed, can’t see straight
I’ve tried to go and find my-self it's just so frustrating
I can’t take the fact that you entered my life at an age that I do not know
And I try to ask my-self what can I do to help me out of this awful state
Of misery.
Than you made an effort to help me up, but then I see a whole new being and it’s 
not you but somewhat else… I see… I see My-self!?!
I think I helped my soul from this death I think that I have come to my sixth 
senses and have turned my life around.
But you still make that one last go to start this all another time
You took me home with this agony
And I ask you one last time why did you make my life this living hell!?!


Details | Rhyme | |

Empty, Meaningless

Empty mind
No words to say
Meaningless mornings
No hope for the day

Empty home
No family to hold
Meaningless nights
No shelter from the cold

Empty promises
No goals to fulfill
Meaningless life
No dreams to kill

Empty heart
No love to share
Meaningless world
No emotions to bear

Empty soul
No life to give
Meaningless being
No point to live


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 | Free verse | |

A Moment In Time

A moment in time where we must face ourselves
A moment that not all of us will treasure in the future
We are naught but a life, a soul, and a posterity
Forced to seek inner guidance
A moment in time that will force most of us into a deep state of self doubt and 
self pity
We will bring ourselves satisfaction by breaking an unpenatratable evil wall that 
reconciles from fear
Although for some it is possibly an abomination to do so
A moment in time that will bring a gift,
A gift to ourselves, a condescending demeanor of hope and praise
A moment that will bring us eventually just not to our downfall but to our death


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 | Rhyme | |

My worship of sorrow - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

My worship of sorrow is not yet over;
I shall lit up all the lamps of my sorrow
At the end of the day for my last prayer.

When birds return to the nest
In the shadow of the evening,
When the bell of evening worship is rung in the evening
Then this life will lit up its last flame-offer
And my worship of sorrow will be over.

So many words of my so many days
So many yearnings in so many ways
My mind is full of these things now-a-days!

When in the sacrificial fire
They will burn like the stars
And they will rush towards the sky ignoring barriers
Then my arrangement will match sunset’s color
And my worship of sorrow will be over.


Details | Free verse | |

Locked And Blocked(In A War Torn Part Of Africa)

A forceful pungent smell
Hits me from this piece of land
Smeared with the precious blood
Of countless innocent people

Many vultures here hover
Over carcasses
Of several dead

I hear syllables
Of the long familiar refrain
Tightly knit together
Sounding clearer and clearer
At each virtual instance:

Don't leave me in the dark
Don't leave me in complete darkness
Sweet sister

For long have I waited
The light of day
Passionately have I endured
The troubles of the gloomy hours

The sky is unusually starry
And overcast
Morning seems a thousand
Years distant.

Proclivity gave birth
To rapid procreation
Insincerity paved the chance
For lust and greed

Alas, this country is in prison
And constant fears
In morbid grief
And mortal tears.


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 | I do not know? | |

A kiss from heaven, under the street light

A kiss from heaven, 
under the street light,
lost in ignorance among men in the street life,
cant break free,
for me heaven is a thug lost in the street life,
drugs and violence,
sex and thieves lost in the rush of the streets,
all we ever knew,
for us life was done before we were threw,
it will end were it all began,
walking the endless road,
truth and justice we will never behold,
in life never warm always cold,
endless nights and days never a happy medium,
in a cold way,
look into our eyes there is no soal,
only endless darkness to unbearable to behold,
the cost of eternity to survive,
only one option rob another for there life,
endless swerving in a downward spiral to the end twist and turn,
were will it all end,
to much to handle like Russian roulette lost in a life you will never forget


Details | Free verse | |

Nailed to a Cross

She nailed the floorboards
with the sharp edges,
the remaining shards
of her soul. She was shattered. 
The crystal-meth sucked
her flesh down to bone.
Her breasts were raisins,
her legs tiny pricks,
and yet she walked
the walk, she swayed
her hips to catch the eye
of any man willing to pay.
And at home, each day,
before her necessary work,
she continued to nail
her soul to the floorboards
and pray to a splintered cross.


Details | Free verse | |

Sacred Conversation

the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign,

the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled...

music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart.

We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir.

The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction.

The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten


Details | Lyric | |

Have You Ever

Have you ever 
Loved someone 
But not have them 
Love you back? 
Have you ever 
Wanted something 
That you could not have? 
Have you ever 
Needed someone 
And they weren't there? 
Have you ever wondered 
If they even care? 
Have you ever wondered 
What life would be like 
Without you here? 
Have you ever wondered 
If people would even notice 
You weren't there? 

November 6th, 2003 (One of my earliest and favorite)


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 | ABC | |

AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY




Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.


By Tom Zart


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Details | Verse | |

The Daughter

Today I lived my life with ghosts
Both living and dead
Your face, their face
Slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor
Hundreds of pictures of you and them
Hundreds of moments and moments and moments
Too numerous and caught in that web of time
Dangled on a cobweb so thin, so fine
It could break but does not snap
And lasts and lasts
And holds and holds
All there, suspended in that instant
Before falling to the floor,
Or in the box of memories. To be kept.

So where do you reside, in the bin or the box?
Where do you live for future’s worth?
Will you be cut adrift or salvaged in those stepping stones to the past.

And yet, she still picked up those photos of you 
Pained and dulled
Still confused and stabbed by what has happened over time.
She saw your face and paused. Reflected.
She then gently collected up those images of you and me
And saved them in the box
One day for all to see in times to come.
She decided not to put you in the bin.
Unlike me.

She rescued her childhood.
Put down a marker in the sand
And said stop to the sea
To the waves and waves
That break over time and pain
Saved you from the blankless pile of Venice and Florence
And Christmas and beaches and Barbies and laughter
And with a simple dignity 
She gave you back some worth.




Details | Free verse | |

Good, Evil, Rage: Me

Six AM is
NOT a 
         Solace:
The ( waking ) hours
Seem
        NO
Better.
Roll over and press then
Panic Switch
(In your
         too
            loose
                  pants and
Flyaway bangs
And nosebleeds)
      Wishing
A  death
Upon the sunRISE
"Because
I
Said".



"Good, Evil, Rage: Me"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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 | I do not know? | |

Triumph of Love

You say there is no truth
Then why do you say it like it's true?
In this century of blood
We are lost symbols of love

I hang onto your every word
Like you're a despotic God assured
But what do you mean when you say
I am not who you are

A lie
You offer only one reply
"I know not who I am"

But my thoughts are spirals always unclear
And it keeps coming back
to this meaning that I lack
and I wonder, who am I to think
that art could save a wretch like me

Ideologies I pretend become my sanity
Love is no virtue just a vanity
I sink into my expressive appeal
Hoping it will all become clear, but it fails
I know not who I am
Just a sketch of me

So I stand at Gods door
and i hear the voices from the cathedral
When they blend they sound like angels
So I raise my voice hoping to reach them
but the range is too high way up in heaven

So I hold my tongue
Forget the song
Tie my shoe keep moving on
I hope someday
I may find
a sense of meaning that can't be combined
With these hateful words and ruined minds
That my friends all seem is theirs and mine
but not me
I am free


Details | Free verse | |

Few Words

Don’t be sad, be melancholic
Don’t feel glad, feel Quixotic
In aims to articulate
You become everything you hate

All in
Few words

Don’t be sorry, be repentant
You’re not pissed off, you’re infuriated
These memories become
Pieces of a future whole
But that whole is always in the future
So you become a hole to fill with films and literature
An unending and unerring opening
It goes on into endless night

But the next time you’re stifled
Caught for words, tongue-tied
Just say what it is you know
Don’t pry for the superior

“Happy”
“Sad”
“Angry”
“I love you”

There’s nothing more than 
Few words


Details | I do not know? | |

Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


Details | Didactic | |

All Holding Hands

ALL HOLDING HANDS

Shiny and new,
Brilliant and blue,
Covered in crystal white,
Oh'...what a sight,
The freshness - sweet and light.
More than a treasure,
Wonder - pleasure.
Silver and gold,
Perfect folds 
And stately moulds.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

Our yearning for this and these,
Above, beyond the trees,
With us down here - please.
To scrape and scratch,
To beg, to match,
To be the first to latch.

Pounding, raging heart,
Things must have - not part -
Protect, defend - at the start.
New and more to eat and gaze,
Of old tradition to amaze
Of rightful duty within the haze.

Over all - our racing eyes,
"Come in, come in" to idealise -
Must have, to hold, to prize.
We were there, we saw,
Fascinated with gore, 
‘More - we want more’.

Cheers and tears,
Covered welcomely in ours and theirs…
Through the years -
Of gain and loss,
We Search and Cross
The desert and the moss.

And these things once blue,
Shiny and new,
To it we threw. 
And to it they go,
Rows upon rows,
In fields not to grow.
To be tossed and returned,
Faded and burned
"What did they learn?" 

These fields of rot,
Safekeeping the have nots,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.
Under dirt they lay,
Forgotten with earth and hay -
Still - to stay.
Together forever they hide,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.


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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


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To Society's Eyes

Buring eyes of my contempt,
please take notice of my hint,
of your glares I wish exempt,
away from your coloring tint.

Let me forget paying your friendly rent,.
Confine me to my nest.
In societal dues, I'm spent,
leave me to solitary rest.

All your social circles make me weary,
I just bide until my sweet solitary.


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My Angel and I

A long road we've traveled, my angel and I
A dusty trail full of stones
And mountains that we've had to climb
To eventually get us home.
A long road we've traveled, my angel and I
But she's still here beside me
To wash away the that tears I cry
To wave away things I don't need to see.
We walk together through the troubles
Through the mysteries of life
We make our way through pain when it doubles
And march confidently through strife.
She picks me up when, like a toddler, I fall
She protects me whenever I choose to tumble
She picks up my burdens and carries them all
Because of her, my world never crumbles.
A long road we've traveled, my angel and I
And yet, here she is, still here 
Even though she's gone, she never died
Because she is me, but without tears.


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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?


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Reclaimed

In me search for understanding I came to know not what I sought.
My past and present tribulations amount to nothing in the end.
Blinded I was.
But now I can see.
It was only misplaced, and now reclaimed. 


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Time Unspent

Lonely Days filled with sorrow
Swimming endlessly through the pain
Living for worldly possessions
Soon to find I'm going insane

Trying to classify my sadness
As a type of never-ending disease 
Diagnosed upon your good-bye
Never to put my mind at ease

I thought things would never change
I was lost in time unspent
Spending countless nights asking
What those cold words meant

Yet days are getting better
I've found a guy who makes me smile
When wrapped in his arms I soon realize
All my heartache and tears were worth while


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Abandoned Reverence

It is perfected
these scars of neglect
like stars in vague darkness
Beneath lines of courage
Enough to live for
Enough to die for

It is an ever flowing storm
this voice of fear
Deceiving
like choice in fierce plight
Beneath calm weathers
Enough to fail for
Enough to try for

It has all been given
All been delayed
Lost for so long
between whitened brilliance
and silenced millions
Fight the strength
that wounds the spirit
Enough to resound for
Enough to imprison for

Absolution never was rectified
Never tolerant
Never illiberal
Betrayal always engraved on existence
Always forbidden
Always allowed

Foment the restless
that has forsaken me
the purpose of infinity
the eternal cry 
of solitary humanity


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My Ontology

 Forsook my tears
Misplaced my memories
Forgot the years
I hope I'll forget me

Oh you have seen, my love
The way our lives have fallen down
Like broken rubble at our feet
Silence the only sound
That we could hear
As we lay looking
At each others' shadows in the mirror

And the river-water passes by me
As I look at what we'd see
Those nights when only points of light
And one bright sliver lit the night
When shadows fell upon the water
Intertwined, faded away
This was that place
The river where we'd realize
That every face
Was just a mask
That every heart
Was full of stars
And misery
The place where we would go to find
That only our lives weren't enough
That, deep inside, we'd never be complete

And so we knew
How we were naught
We, filled with holes we never sought
Were desperate for a shining star
Among these dying suns

But in these waters, where we prayed
And where we made our tourniquet
When?
I forget the times when we would feel alive
Just you and I
And some unspoken lie
That we would name our God
And hope that it would make us whole

It only left us cold

Yes, you and I, my love
Were not enough
And so, yes, you and I, my love
Are here, down by the river's side
The willow's weeping on your eyes
As clouds pour down clear sympathy
For lost ones such as you and me
Why could I never realize
That what I tried so hard to find
Was buried deep inside
Where I have never been alive

Your body floats further downstream
The blood and water mingling
I've cried such tears, I'm almost blind
No more light by this river's side

I'm washed in this last of redemptions
In this night of empty skies
I drown in this, the end of all
Because of what I can no more deny

Is there a cure for empty eyes
Or is this love with hollow cries
This faith in something more than night
All of this nothing more
Than our own suicide


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Nothing

I wish we had more time
To say our good-byes
I'm sorry that most of our hours spent
Were filled with deceit and lies

I know you can't get it back
I just wish we weren't through
But once our time has come
There's nothing we can do


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To Name

In a moment there is time e'en for
   The universe to move itself yet closer to its end.
In a minute there is time to
   Make decision by decision
       And to change yet one more time.
Yet still the seconds pass us by,
As though fate's flick'ring, wand'ring eye
Had cast its gaze, transfixed us with its stare.
And in a moment, still I dare not cry
That I have known it all, will tell it so,
The silence of the grave, the raging river-flow,
That life's steep waterfall, where thoughts would go,
But leads once more, once more, to one great question.
And moments mounted each on moments pass
As questions pass us by,
As questions fade, yet, known within themselves,
Have foiled our inattention.
And moments mounted each on moments past
Contract us toward an overwhelming question.
As indecision mounts on indecision
Yet we will decide.
As inconclusion would conclude our thoughts,
I find in you an overbearing truth
And, content,
Will yet decide if I have wrought
That superceding, incandescent cry.
As moment fades once more to tempered time,
Decision will, content, no more be mine.


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Perfect Agony

So you say just once more
How I've fallen again.
And you say you live for
What you thought was a sin.

So you never have hope
To achieve your desire.
So unable to cope.
Plunge your hand in the fire.

'Cause it's
The only way you know
That what you see
Is reality.
The only thing I know
That I can show
Is perfect agony.

I feel a perfect agony
As I lay drowning in this sea.
For all my life was meant to be
Is what lies deep in me.

The truth of what I really am:
A simple, fallen, hollow man.
And now in all this agony
I find the perfect truth in me.

	I don't need your advice.
	I don't need you to tell me how to live my life.
	I don't need your advice.
	I don't want your advice.

I feel a perfect agony
As I lie drowning in this sea.
And all my tears turn out to be
A lie: a perfect agony.

The truth of who I really am
Is a simple, fallen, hollow man.
So now I find deep in my soul
A truth: a feeling I control.

	I feel this perfect agony.
	I feel this perfect agony.
	I die: I drown deep in this sea
	Of tears and perfect agony.

So you say just once more
Death's what you see in me;
But you still have to live for,
And you still have to be,
In perfect agony.


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LIFE

To be in love is to be insane
For love means tears and tears means
pain.

Love is hate,                                                                                    Love may come,
Hate is love,                                                                                     Love may go,
Lover means both                                                                             but the memories
and misery means all.                                                                       are forever.


Destiny is what we live it's not something
we wait for.  It is a mans duty to
make it better and to jump over any
obstacle that get in the way, For life
only comes once in every mans
destiny.


What is love?
Love is another word for lust
for a accomplishment				
a license for deception				
a license to lie,					
a license to think that you 			 
are never wrong.				 
A license that when it expires			
It becomes an unforgettable pain.


I wanted to hold you,
I wanted to keep you,
You made me feel special,	
But all I got is a memory,
and now I want the
impossible to forget
you.


So much to write about				
 So much to say,
 So many thoughts running through my
 Head but they all seem to be allergic
 To paper and pen





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Changed Destiny

Now is it strange for me to say
at least on this so late a day
words occasionally come late
even though ever filled with hate
why must we our own kind attack
being so as we pain the blacks
and if that's not enough alone
the flame will come down off their throne
to kill us it's your destiny
fortold in all of history
police must exterminate us
justice they say, we blindly trust
I trust alone me god and fist
hide behind 'white' lies and 'black' mist
Blacks kill the masses you now claim
we kill ourselves avoid the flame
you're the burning plague to man kind
manifest destiny in mind
you're born with it so I don't blame
as you turn to God to hide your shame 
white man's ever burden to bare
I hate you not I truly care
end the hate of other faces
we're one race of many places
love is the goal of fragile life
musten't end it with gun and knife.


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Rapper

it's my own philosophy
and i believe it's true
one cannot be a rapper
unless they have gone through some drama
that one finds hard to cope with
any kind of scenario that torture our souls
that's what we rap about
like poverty and ridicule
ask me about it


Details | Senryu | |

All of His Answers

all of his answers
were insulting--he thought all
questions were stupid


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The Field

I am waiting
In the field
For you to find me
The whispers of the wind
To guide
But you will not catch me
You will not sweep me
From the ground
You will not leave me
Either
The night has come
And you stand
Above me
Gaping, at my sorrow
You do not know
Who
 I
Am
But you know
The nonsense
Of the self
Always wanting
Seething for something
Unreachable
You are not the One
I long for
But you will do
For now
You will do
It is hard to say
Why
A simple word
I listen for the answer
But it never comes
The wind roars
Through the brush
And trees
But they do not answer
They snicker
As I weep
For my loss
I want the warmth
The immense comfort
Of life
Therefore you
Will
Not
Do
I have decided
You are not
What I seek
You are
A reminder
Of what I have lost
Your warmth
Is lukewarm
Your touch
Shallow and steel
You let me loose
I will gladly go
Away from this nonsense
Away from the silence
Of waiting
Of wanting
Hoping there is
End
You are hopeless
You are also
Sweet and civil
But I will not 
You do not need me
And I surely
Do not want you
Need and want
In this field
Are the same
Need equals
Want
Want equals
Need
But you are neither
What I want
Or what I need
I am
Not want I want
I am
Not what I need
My attempts to calm
My fragile nerves
In this silence
Torture
I am not enough
But you are
No longer listening
You are not gaping
Or waiting
Or wanting
You are gone
And I am not
But still
We are not sufficient
You are not
And I am not
So, who are we?
Where are we?
The field is
Fading
And I am
Alone
Whispering to
Mocking
Winds


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Writing In Blood

Crying a flood of tears,
Always having those fears
Of trusting others.
Life still dissatisfying even with brothers.
Cutting one self open,?Writing with blood.
Always feeling lonely and homely,
Hopelessly waiting
For the one & only,
So hurt...
Believing that everything is deceiving,
Thinking that she's only dreaming...
Killing just to see if she?Will go into her true awakening.
Bloody writings,
Left behind,
Writing in blood saying,
"There is no point in living."
She was one of a kind,
So now they wonder,
Why writing in blood
Was all she left behind.


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The Mind

I have heard the whispers in their ears, "Well, do you know?", "Are you both might-have-beens?"
I've seen the notes that, flitting forth, only fall to the floor again

And I have read, and I have heard,
But I was none of it to see
Yet I have seen, I've known the word
That "Love", 'twas never meant for me

The gossip speaks in hollow tongues
Concerning anyone
The gossip spreads like drops of blood
Inside the street-strewn mud

Ah, I have seen the couples, arm in arm
And I have seen the fools' tongues entwined
And I have known that somber, empty harm
That comes with indecision, tears, and sighs

But I will never know
Love's raging rivers' flow
For I would ne'er desire
To leave its mental mire

Though rain that falls
On the window pane
Is beauty, still, to me
I think of none
And hope none thinks of me

For I love none
And see the truth
That love is naught but fading youth
And I love none
For love is but the mind
Betraying all the tears I'll never find


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**JUST ANOTHER

I’m just another notch on your wall
Of heartaches, breaks, and shame
I’m just another foolish soul
Caught up in your little game

I’m just someone you run to
When loneliness comes your way
I’m stupid for believing
You were ever here to stay

I’m just another tear you see
Yet you still watch me fall
You claimed you loved me
Well so much for the long haul

I’m just another countless face
Lost in your cloud of lies
I see who you’ve truly become
When I look into your eyes

I wish now we would’ve never met
I’m sure you feel the same
I’m just another girl to forget
Just another girl to blame

I’m just about to break down
This is hard for me to do
But these words need to be said
I’m just too good for you


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LOST

LOST

A feeling of non-existence
So deep yet so close
A feeling of non-acceptance
Buried but yet it rose.

The thought of being lonely 
As the days pass by 
The thought of weeping quietly 
Not really knowing why.

The feeling of ignorance
But still standing bold
The feeling of repentance
Though sins don’t unfold.

The thought of losing faith
So strong yet unsure
The thought of losing identity
So hard to endure.

But, most of all the solitude
That burns within my soul
I’ve lost my whole universe
That once used to make me whole.


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Give Up

Why
How
Can anything be explained
Do we really feel what we feel
Do we convince ourselves to feel
Are emotions factual or accurate
Can we honestly say that we know someone
Pathetic, despicable
No one understands
Who really cares 
Are we really alone 
Does anyone really love anyone
Does pain exist
Is it a state of mind 
State of being
Are things ever what they seem
I want no more
Can’t help myself
May continue no longer 


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Inscription on a tombstone

                            he was no hero
                      a mere farmer from Ahero
                who tendered crops of breed inferior
                                 bow to him
                               he was a man


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Mixed Feelings

What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.

This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to understand me,
I try to tell what''s bottled up inside
And try to put it under a spell,

Even if I do, I''ll go through such inner pain again & again.
For without it or the other way,
My soul won''t live happily
Or won''t be able to change...

My days will always have colours,
For grey shall be in the night,
Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight...
Oh it is my hate and love,
It is my grief and happiness,
It is both worthful
And worthless...
I can never decide
Because the pain will always reside.


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Voices

There are voices never heard –

Counted syllables in ordered measure
make gentle foot falls on the page,

where dreams etch their faint impressions
like the shallow ruts from falling leaves.

So many souls on this flattened verse
have made their quiet sounds

and moved their lips to speak;
these little sounds that never traveled.

The silent tear now cold, forgotten;
these measured syllables so finely ordered,

The voices never heard…


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Pawns played poorly

People aren't pawns...pushed to places strategically
but the more I seem to disagree....with this pawnscape, politically
My stomach sours watching a globe played like games of "Risk"
  or Chess to bring back that we are not your pawns
Our sons and daughters weren't put here to further this!!
My brothers, your sisters aren't here to burden this!!
Yet, at every moment one of them dies...no one can
see their casket coming home?  
At this very moment some soldier stands watch, alone.

He knows as we, this war's wrapped in absurdity
sugar coated fear campaign,  has all but stole our dignity
Like Tyrants sweeping through... calling this Mission:Pillage
Ransacking village and town, turning it all upside down
And putting it back in an order we choose...

Its sad to see any good deeds we've done--undone
If even our intentions had ever been to "free them"
You can't force-feed your brand of "Freedom"
At all costs end a Genocide!!
But at which point you must stand aside...
People find a level...much like water
But not when surrounded by opportunists
occupying,  law defying....bleeding the land of its worth
So then who's worse?  
So sad we could leave them even asking this!


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I die a little more each day

Whenever they tell me not to progress, to stay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I try to teach, and they say nay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they try to stop me a word to say,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they try to reduce my spiritual array,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I salute them, and they don’t even say hey,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they tell me there’s a will, but no way,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever I see a beggar, and they say it’s okay,
I die a little more each day.
Whenever they tell me, I shouldn’t stand up, but lay,
I die a little more each day.

All your ignorance and anger and war and gore,
Have killed me today and I am no more.


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Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


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Were You There?

Were you there when they crashed those planes?
Were you there to find someone to blame?
Were you there when panic was growing?
Were you there, or were you unknowing?
Were you there to see those towers fall?
Were you there to hear their final call?
Were you there to see the dust?
Were you there to remember what was?
Were you there when candles were lit?
Were you there when the towers were hit?
Were you there when we first cried?
Were you there when all those thousands died?
Were you there to see the hole in the field?
Were you there when they gave our White House a shield?
Were you there when the dust finally cleared?
Were you there when new pride was adhered?
Were you there after that first year?
Were you there to hold memories dear?
Were you there to love our great land?
Were you there to lend a hand?
They were there when duty called
They were there and they gave their all.
They were there to protect us
They were there, no matter what.
They were there to fight to live
They were there, and their lives they did give.


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Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


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Shame

Oh, what a shame that it must be
For me to feel so deserted, so lonely
No one to befriend me, no one that can see
The pain on the inside, the pain that I hide
The times I’ve tried, to make this life work
The times I’ve failed, and the emptiness that lurks
Deep within the depths and the pit of my soul
My inner voice silent, my struggles untold
Will I ever unfold, the sheer mysteries of this earth
Will I ever discover my life’s worth
Humiliation, agony, lessons of youth
Life isn’t worth living, unless someone has proof
Does anyone know the truth, about life and success
For I am ashamed to be living, ashamed to take a breath


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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.


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Pawns

 Is our life truly ours, or is it some how a pawn being played between the 
heavens above and the hell which lies beneath us.
Are we really in control of our destiny or has it been laid out for us? 
No matter what we do or how hard we try.
What is fate? Are we able to change what could of happened? 
Or are we at the mercy of the unknown? 
Would we want to change it or just let things be?
Is our lives totally etched in stone? Or is it written in blood?
If yes, then those blood?


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Tribes

We think in terms of Us and Other
We run in packs together
Without our walls none calls us Brother
We are This and They are That.

This is where the hate begins
Their gods with ours must disagree
We are Fire  They are Water
They all go blind to what we see.

The infidels are not allowed
To share this world our gods have made
We shall seek them out and slay them
Remove Their root by Holy spade.

The smoke arises from Their dwellings
These evils done appease our rage
Soon They shall come to set the balance
So it goes from age to age.

This is how we nourish murder
This is how we feed on hate
Victims all in endless cycles
Rape and burn; retaliate.


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No Choice

And then after only to see, but never with out.
The small weak with out is strong.
After with little less none to be.


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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 | ABC | |

THE RIVER OF NO RETURN



Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.

True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.

Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.

Far too many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.

Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.

Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of  God in man
And  you’ll remain more civilized and clear.


By Tom Zart


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THE AMERICAN DOLLAR

I vow ALL allegiance to the Monetary Currency of ALL Nations,
Expendable Generations of Fathers, Sons, Mothers and Daughters,
Mother Earth Raped Hourly,
To the Limited Numbers of CRUDE BARRELS,
On Every Street Corner Crooked Politicians,
Profitability EVERLASTINGLY,
The Verdict of Justice Purchasable,
Moreover the Idea of Peace, Laughable,
The Dreams of Hope Categorically Extinct, 
God FOREVER Questioned, Occasionally Observed,
Additionally, Every Man Religiously Persecuted,
Illegal Immigrants are our TIMELESS FOUNDATION.


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Hours

Granules fall within the glass as hope slips away.
Fear sets in as I'm left here alone
with all my troubles and sorrows.
I scream into the silence
and I'm blinded by the moonbeams.
The hours fade into the abyss of nothingness,
changing the scene instantly, into slow-motion,
but the only thing that remains the same is frustration,
for only the shape of the gaze morphs.

A flashback to a surrealistic labyrinth of security,
and I'm left hollow from the burn.
Ecstatic electricity penetrates and permeates
through me like love's sweet splendor.
Like a child full of innocence,
I hunger for love to make me complete.
Yet broken and neglected, I go hungry, except for despair.


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken Promise

You told me I was the one
You promised you'd stay true
How could you do this to me?
How could I mean nothing to you?

I've lived in the past
Now, moving on is a must
All those moments I thought were love
Were really filled with lust

Life's nothing but a broken promise
A confusing web of lies
It's impossible to make things work
When only one person tries

I won't say I didn't love you
Or pretend I'll still be your friend
But I will admit you've left me
Wondering what might have been


Details | I do not know? | |

Existence

My pain.
My grief.
My emotions are my own. 
My existence verified thru them alone.
I have me own creed.
My creed, mine alone.
But in the end, those around me.
Slowly, precisely, ignorantly, they cut away.
All that remains.
My destiny. 
Shaped by them.
Them alone.   


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 | Free verse | |

Ignorance Isn't Bliss

Ignorance isn't bliss. 
Ignorance is only 
paradise to the giver, 
not to the receiver. 

In result of hearing 
the venomous words, 
his formerly blissful emotions become 
contaminated, 
as emotions turn 
from gold to tar. 

His black, acid eaten 
emotions are clearly 
shown on his face, 
as his gateway of tears 
are struggling to compress 
and hold back, 
threatening to drown the 
ignorant. 

But if he lets go, 

if the dam for his tears crack and collapse, 

his tears would only 
be a shallow puddle, 
not even covering 
the giver of ignorance's 
shoes. 

But the giver still smirks 
in satisfaction 
aware of his reaction 
as the 
receiver 
tries 
so 
hard 
not 
to break 
down 
and crumble at his feet.


Details | Sonnet | |

TROY

TROY



Fabled proud towers across the Aegean
Sheer walls never breached;
From far-off  Hellas rarely seen
Till by the angry Greeks full-reached.

Burnt and humbled, a culture erased.
After ten years the city strong-walled
Was obliterated, washed away, effaced  -
And history was appalled.

So also  the Atlantis, Cumorah,and  Inca delirium
Drowned in the flow of time,
Killed in their flowering, like Illium :
Such cultural perfection sublime.

        The tide  of history washes and cleans 
        Leaving no trace of stillborn might-have-beens 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Pact of Hidden Thorns

Ohh the hidden thorns of my love
   when truth and care's not held above
   when snake is symbol of white dove
Ohh the hidden thorns of my love

Secret glances Secret thoughts
   when friendly truth begins to rot
   and "friends" become what they were not
  innocent in gestures act they all as jesters. The hot
 fire of the nova; you catalysts cause the explosion
 the implosion, and imposing of fake reality to which goes my emotion
  and I react to my pact, "Do best by all I see". I react to my reality
   this can't be helped, but you can't see
 Blinded are you for eternity. By your
Secret glances Secret thoughts

What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.
  'Tis dark I see when harked to me
is ever only constantly 
  that truth lies in but mine eyes
   and good is all but what I see
What right to love if by but my own will and Soul?
I'd Rather die.

But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.
  So I'll bind to my pact, "Do best by all I see".
    And I'll live life on my own through my reality.
  Such ignorance on your part that
But 'tis you in fact who'd rather see
   my untimely end than truest me.


Details | Blank verse | |

hark to light

Within my heart burns desire
always being doused by longing
waiting for sweet passions fire
alone i search for my belonging
falling down a spiral staircase; dark
to the straight narrow arrow of light I hark
Ascend from current state of dark
Change, react I see the light
oh, to me my answered plight
now I see that all is white
Dark is day and day is night
I feel no reason
for the season-ing
of my believing
and my need is leaving
as I stop believing
but the crushing wont stop being
and all that I am seeing
isn't worth believing
waiting being light and feeling
also I am dark
and no answer in the dark
can I find 
but the light of my own hark


Details | Free verse | |

Testicular pain

internet doctor
these are my symptoms
This is everything wrong with me
a list of complaints i have noticed
hoping there is something i can do
to bring back my health
and hopefully pull through

Lists of complaints
everything i can think of wrong with me
from my backpain and insomnia
to the shortness of breath
the throbbing in my right testicle

Stress isn't the proper word
but it does go along with my depression
constantly itchy
loss of interest in everything
nauseas from time to time

Nervous breakdown maybe
five months ago
now spiritually impoverished
feeling like i can't take anymore
however the voice in my head tells me i'm gonna be fine

hyperventalating out of boredome
the constant obsession of trying to make sense
out of the confusion

Internet doctor
i'm sure there must be one
a list of physical ailments
just don't take this on unless your ready to realise
i have everything wrong

Herpes New year
Mental health Industry
dirty blood on the wall of a crime scene
medicated to slow down my OCD thinking
Testicular pain
the depression coming back
guilt feelings and regret for a life of being wrong
hard on myself for everything
driven to drink
and wanting to self medicate
dual diagnosis would be a blessing to me
and i would't be able to function on all the different prescriptions
you try to prescribe me

pills for stress
pills for my blood
pills for my heart
pills for my thoughts
pills for the rash
pills for my moods
and now i have testicular pain living in a town with dirty water
they say its not the water doctor
but before you cut my junk off
can i ask you a question
do you think it was the pills?

I dont see the point anymore
suffering is soo much better
im sure eventually you will sell me suicide
to make yourselves feel better


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled

how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?


Details | I do not know? | |

"Existence, to the most abstruse level..."

Is it just me, or did I really approach this the wrong way,

I could just forget about it, but it lingers in my mind,

I never thought I would feel this badly,

As if life isn't enough of a burden anyway,

Don't pity me, don't offer your condolences,

That only makes me feel even more horrid,

Breath, heart, sight,

All essential things,

Yet cause you so much misery and woe,

Hitherto, I have not a single regret,

Because life is kind, in its own perplexed sort of way,

And that is what gets me through the day...


Details | Rhyme | |

Chunk Of Life

Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
One would think
Things were fine

But it was his farewell
His last salute
To a life
Where death had 
Taken too much
From his soul
Now all he wished
To crawl in a hole

Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
"Sure, my friend,
all is fine!"

One too many 
taken from him
One too many 
made his hope dim

So chunk of cheddar,
Rather share it with him
But he is gone..
It's no mere whim...

Chunk of cheddar
Chunk of life,
It breaks off uneven,
As there is no knife

No surgical cut
No idea what that is
And that chunk of cheddar
With the sparkling wine fizz

Yeah, that chunk of cheese,
That tart and sweet bite
And that bubbly wine
Just can't improve the night

Too many gone,
Too long....
And no way to understand
What's going on

Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
My last taste of life,
For me that's fine.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Young Ailanthus

The young ailanthus tree grew in a narrow yard
Behind a rowhouse in a block facing the boulevard,
And anyone could tell it never would grow tall;
Only its shadow loomed immense at evening on the wall.
It trembled in a breeze.  It tottered in a blast.
I'd see it battered to the earth after a storm had passed.
Yet always it would rise, and to its limbs would cling
The thick white snows of wintertime and half-grown cats in spring.
In summer, lush and green, it dreamed and seemed to smile
As though it were a jacaranda on some tropic isle.
With hand-like ferns it reached outward and ever higher
Until one day its growth was stopped by the high-tension wire.
And still another day, urban renewal came,
All of the houses with their trees leveling in its name,
So you would never know, in viewing the debris
That over here stood someone's home and on this spot a tree.
Together we were young, in many ways akin,
But I do more than mourn the void where once a tree had been:
I pray that when life's storms torment and buffet me,
I find that power to survive I first knew in a tree.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

And I despise this house

The grasp is choking, hard, and cruel 
	The roofs are limited yet wide. I am the servant to this place. 
Her burning gaze sears through my eyes. 
“You shall despise this house.” 

Never to return to here. This foundation built on itself. 
 Raised to sky with other hands, with elements of life. 
Another breath - two more to hear, a shriek that is my name 
And to the gaze I whisper softly, 
“I shall despise this house.” 

I am the builder of this place. 
With arms held up by strings. My eyes waver across the fleeting ground. 
Trembling as I see. The whole of the world moves through me in blurs, 
When its distinct colors form to light. With clutched fingers on the rails, they make
My ears ring from the sound. I await the end on the last stair. 
And I despise this house


Details | Rhyme | |

Catastrophe

The selfish idea of man has brought,
Lot of catastrophe in this world,
The world war - I was a shameful trauma,
Killing each other in anguish aroma,
Then stopped the war after a 
Lots of disaster and drama.

Not a great deal of time has elapsed
That we forgot this sinful act,
And started again 
for a massive maneuver for another war
 – The II World War

It’s a war with big hue and cry,
Killing each other in a rampant rue,
Hitlar’s greed to grab the world power,
Made him to attack one after the other.

Then did the Americans a heinous crime,
To stop the war at the earliest possible time,
By dropping the atom bomb on Japan’s dine,
Killing and crippling 
The innocent in no time,
To strain its name in the 
History of humanity and mankind.

Then emerge a peace keeping body,
To stop fighting and hostility,
To create peace, mutual cooperation and brotherhood,
And make the world a better place for survival,
It’s the United Nations Organization –
The pious world body

The war is a massacre,
It’s a real catastrophe,
Snatching the life of the innocent,
Making millions of us cripple,
Putting us out of food, water and employment,
Fumbling the world with horror.


Details | Free verse | |

no regrets

Isn't life supposed to have regrets?

It seems like a life not yet fulfilled.

It feels like something is missing.

Maybe the life I live hasn't been lived.

At least the way I would have imagined.

Nothing seems to fit nicely in its place.

Nothing seems to make any sense.

Trying to figure out life is impossible.

It feels a lot like breathing under water.

But for some reason this feels relaxing.

Dying seems so comforting in the end.

Dying to soon could turn out regrettable.

I wouldn't know though, I'd be dead.

My only regret now, is not having any.


Details | Free verse | |

Beginning's End

It is furthest from my mind,
The looming shadow of a shadowy ending
That makes my blood run cold;
I watch the sun as it fades
Towards eternity, never to be seen
Again; never to be heard,
To be felt, nor remembered.

Hindsight projects a tolerable clime,
When the waters flowed violently
Into a tumultuous abyss of dark life;
The winds coming from every direction
Push the waters along; directing their fates
As though infantile and easily detoured;
Into the raging orange horizon, the waves
Present just below the surface of reflected light
And fiery hues, are vaporized into the heavens
And are consumed by night.

And where was I amidst this chaotic
Orchestration of infinity? Was I swept along
By the wind controlled current, or moved by forces,
Unrealized at the time, in partnership with the moon?
The sound of events around me was amplified
To deafening volumes where existence was confused
With permanence.  Finally left blinded and breathless
Caught between sundown and nightfall.

It remains furthest from my thoughts,
But troubles my waking hours just before dawn.
When sleep has lost its hold and the wind begins
To blow again. The forces of invisibility begin to pull
At the new day’s embellishment of yesterday’s
Struggle and tomorrow’s unknowing.

And so it is written:
“Fear dwells in the unknowing, but what cannot be seen
	has always been observed.”


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 | Free verse | |

Apoud Illes Lapis (By the Stones)

Fugax praeter tardisanum,
Cum omnia memento temporis,
Pecunia et potestas,
Famae et gloria,
Illea isti istae ista vero illud magnus?
Que de illea minorus reis,
Un candlae in illea tenebrae,
Un beate catalus ad tuus pedos,
Un bracchium undeque tuus umerous,
Un subrisus in tuus flos amicus faceies?
Ubi voluntas nos be sine ea?
Que de a lodiscis in illea frigoris?
Que de id?
Apud illes lapis. 

(Fleeting but slow,
With everything in the moment,
Money and power,
Fame and glory,
Are they really that important?
What about the little things,
A candle in the dark,
A happy puppy at your feet,
An arm around your shoulders,
A smile on your best friends face?
Where would we be without those?
What about a blanket in the cold?
What about it?
Apud illes lapis.)


Details | Lyric | |

Hate You Now


I saw the news today

I'd like to know what the hell you're trying

I want to find away

to silence you, and stop all the dying

You think you're above the law

You'll send to die just as many as you want to

Damnedest thing I ever saw

the mess you've made doesn't even seem to daunt you

You spit in our eyes and say
I'm gonna hate you now

because you are more evil than I am

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna hate you now

cause daddy's so proud

and mamma's still crying

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause my God told me to
When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

and what about you my friend

could you please tell me how

How will we find our way

when the God you pray to is a fat cash cow

who'll stand up and say

This has got to end.

but you slap mommas face and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna kill you now

My daddy's so proud and momma keeps crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause my God told me to.

Manipulation games

and broken promises from long ago

You put out the Lady's' flame

You'll reap what you sew

The children have to pay

Old men, and old women too 

they just get in the way

of the bombs I drop on you

I'm gonna hate you now

because you've always hated me

I'm gonna hate you now

For all the oil that I've bought

I'm gonna hate you now

Cause hate is all I've got

How will you return 

all the lives that you have wasted

watch the babies burn

Say this will keep us free

I wish you'd drink the blood

I wish that I could make you taste it

You've never understood
and you refuse to see
You turn your back on God and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I don't agree with you

I'm gonna kill you now

cause Daddy's so proud and Mama's still crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause killings what I do

When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

what about you my friend

could you please tell me why

why can't he see the sin

of worshiping that fat cash cow 

just look at the mess we're in

You're killing for a lie


Details | Rhyme | |

Would You Remember Me?

If you gazed upon my face,
Would you ignore what's ugly?
And if I hid myself away,
Would you remember me?
 
If you looked into my eyes,
Would my soul be hard to see?
And if I go blind tomorrow,
Would you remember me?
 
If you knew I had a voice,
Would you listen attentively?
And if my words seemed meaningless,
Would you remember me?
 
If I wasn't picture perfect,
Would you blame society?
And if the world's view never changed,
Would you remember me?
 
If never on a milk-carton,
Or a famous show on TV,
If I vanished from the world today,
Would you remember me?


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mercurial Soul

Silver washes through the sea
Veins trace life deep into me
White transpires, falling free
From this Tree of Mercury

Thus have I seen love's bright sheen
Shining forth the last sunbeams
One white light 'midst all the sea
This crying Tree of Mercury

Orbs of sunlight drip to dirt
Where veins of life spread through the earth
Searching, blindly, for the rain
That seeps up to drip down again

These silver veins stretch through the sea
In search of sunlight as it fades
And all across the crimson waves
Is falling rain, sorrow to sea
Tears of the Tree
Of Mercury

A sunset slips so slowly to
A garnet rain with silver strewn
These crimson tears of love for you
Fall as the sunset fades.
The moon
Now rises, shines so pale upon
A night that never will know dawn

So still, alone, I'll always be
This crying Tree of Mercury


Details | I do not know? | |

12

And in the end the pain will cease. The tears will dry. The distorted will become beautiful. The tragic will become celebration. The empty handed will gain riches. The diseased will become well. The trampled will become kings.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing

do you think it would be possible to be nothing?
to grow up to be nothing, to wish to be nothing
i think thats where ill end up being
with the things ive set in stone
with the things ive let out of cages
with the truth thats bitten me
i consider myself still little
still dreaming
still wanting and hoping
right now, id like to be free, kind of like nothing
but not in a negitive way
nothing as a gypsy roaming the street
always with a smile and a song
nothing as a hippie walkin around
with bud in the pipe and a peace sign in his hand
nothing as the fresh wind
happy, flowing, nice.
do you think its possible?


Details | I do not know? | |

I WHO HAVE NO ONE





I who have no one, no one at all
Envy others as in love they fall.
Sleepless nights, with inward burning, 
Feeling hopeless, tossing and turning.

Lord please forgive the fool I’ve been  
Hiding from goodness in the shadows of sin.
I humbly pray to heaven in space
For one more chance to regain my grace.

I’ve lived my years indulging myself
Leaving decency and principle on the shelf.
Now that your light shines on my face
I pray for forgiveness in shame and disgrace.

All I ask is your life mate for me
And I pledge to become all I can be.
A soul without love is empty and void
No wonder so many become destroyed.

Outside my window there’s the thunder of rain
And the haunting sound of a far away train.
I feel your presence as I silently cry
For someone to love before I die.






Details | Free verse | |

the thought walk

though it's yours 
you've not seen this road before 
the nights alone 
the storms blown 
the pavement never smooth 
the mirror of my youth 
you've not seen this road before 
until i showed it to you 
when i opened the car door 
to let you out 
and you walked home, angry 
in the potholes of my footsteps


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 | Rhyme royal | |

Angel Tears

The angels tears fell into  a river of black.
nauseated, I urged to go back.
For an imprudent girl would surly die
if to continue where angels cry


Details | Tetractys | |

Case of Discrimination

I 
Never
Thought I would 
Be second best 
In your life, I thought I would be your wife,
All my life I was discriminated 
Against For be-
-ing poor, black, 
From the 
Bad 
Part 
Of town
Things I had
No control of
I can’t believe I would face financial
Discrimination from one whom I loved
 So much to one
Who bears an 
Ugly
Face 
I 
Cannot
Believe you
Of all folks the
One who listened to me, who knows the law
Would discriminate against me, keep me
Down at number 
Two and promote 
Her one with less seniority, more cash
Who looks like number two with boobs; how un-
Just to twist ‘round
Love’s laws to 
Fit your pocket
I object 
All
Ex-
Cuses  
For the crime you
Committed your criminal acts of hate
You’ve been given life sentence with access
To only the 
Face that
Looks
Like
A non-
Human-like
Creature, the one
Who supports your butt financially.


Details | Haiku | |

Dead Life

The sun won't shine on,
me but I no longer care,
because my life's dead.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight


Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest


Details | Alliteration | |

The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?



Details | Imagism | |

confusion squeals

thoughts   completely unbidden
burst  beyond consious moments
struggling times overwhelm
threating normal dephts unhidden 

dream  like  haze
unnoticed surface sounds
completely mocking maze
deathlike ressurection abounds

where innocent despair rains
notions squalor admist pain
embittered rattling
betwixt cuddled minds 
battling bemuddled ideals     
 confusion squeals


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Out Of Here {Footle}

if you 
    feel blue

           can't forgive
                 just snive

                         the one
                             your son

                                        you love
                                             because

                                                   you won't
                                                         and don't

                                                              love 'em 
                                                                   leave 'em

                                                                            for long
                                                                                   he's gone



Please let your son's and daughters know
they are loved and wanted no matter what

This is my entry for Jim Fish's Contest
Love And Forgiveness


Details | I do not know? | |

PROZAC

Zac you are a pro
When it comes to feeling
Nothing,
 you take me to a place
Without sensation.
To numb the pain you take
Both dark and light,
I have become
A shadow of last springs flower,
I have become
An arid vessel with nothing to carry.
Zac you are a pro
At seeing things a different way;
But I like the color
And the twisted shapes,
I like the tears and how they taste,
I like that there is still something within
That beats.
You are a pro Zac at what you do,
But I like my tuneful sadness
And my strange ways,
I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer
But crave some kind of life instead.
You are a bitter pill 
That I can no longer stomach


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Spirits Speak

To those of us who believe 
We recognize things like these. 
Quiet tributes rectify 
Unerringly unify. 

Passed-on loved one happily 
Communicates airily. 
You may ignore, they insist; 
Deny this faith?  It persists. 

Fact or fiction to you 
Matters not 
It's written now, it's cool. 
This is hot. 

Emotions spent 
There are times when 
Voices are meant 
To say, “Amen!”


Details | Narrative | |

My Only Desire

I never wanted to be with this guy.
After meeting and talking to him,
I got a message from the big guy in the sky.
“Help him, Nikki,” and I wondered why,
I still do.
Being around him made me,
 Happy sometimes and sometimes blue.

Every time I wanted things between me and him
To be through, the big guy would say no,
“I told you that I wanted you to see,
What I made him to be.”
I saw many great things and felt great,
After being with him, loving him,
And praying for him constantly.

I saw what God wanted him to be,
And how he was being held back by himself,
His family and those people in the streets.
I fell in love with this man,
Not because I really wanted to.
It was because He wanted me to.

My plan was for him to be with me,
For three days only.
It wasn’t God’s,
This situation is odd.
We started getting closer,
And doing things together,
Like we were supposed to.

This journey began as friends not lovers,
We had many good times,
As long as battles, trials, and struggles.
During this process , I realized that this man,
Was just like me.
Hurt by someone that was supposed to teach,
Him to love and how to be loved.

I did not do everything right,
But I tried.
Many nights I prayed and cried,
Because of the similarities of our lives.
My only desire was for him to be successful,
Not to be with me.
He’s still unsuccessful, so I’ll stay on my knees,
Until that only desire is achieved.


He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them. Psalm 145: 
19



(started 1-15-10 finished 1-23-10)


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Abortion

A   bolishing an innocent life that never asked to be.
B   anished from the world before ever getting to see.
O   bligation is a concept that to you must bear no meaning.
R   ecklessly you continue not even trying to prevent concieveing.
T   actlessly you don't have the sense to even be ashamed.
 I   gnorantly believing that you should not be blamed.
O   bituary never written for there was no name to apply.
N   otoriosly callous as you are I wonder did you even have the decency to cry?


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One, Two, Three

The storm is clearing and the sun is trying
to show its glory.
Its like love, reaching to touch my being.
Can it touch my heart
through the shell I wear ?
Should I be a crayfish scuttling along
some muddy river,
so it can not touch me ?

Now looking back on true love 
through the stains of time,
faded from the years.
I step out into the rain,
maybe it will wash it away,
all the while I'm remembering my true loves:

One,
stolen by the unsightedness of another driver
in the days of an innocent youth.
Fate did not keep me innocent long.

Two,
romance became misery as she held the bottle,
instead of my hand.
Divorce was mine, as she remarried her bottle
and took it's name.

Three,
We were meant to be together,
a blessed union of our soul's till,
the agonizing wind of addiction
swept her away, faraway.

Divorce and heartache caused sorrow,
sorrow has married self-defense !

They all still talk to me ?
One, from the beyond, like it was yesterday.
Two, in vivid dreams that seem so real.
Three, out of the blue and when she comes down
from the clouds.

Self-defense has become self-reliance,
as I wait for number four to come along.




Details | Imagism | |

A blind man's verse

“Darkness it is only darkness
‘Blind’ why were you born to live?
Why don’t you be murdered?
You were beaten into a sheet of invisibility
Of  black and only black
You are the wall between the colour and the colourless
Why were you born?
In some angry whispers the gods stabbed the darkness
With their silver blades
Then the moment came when the white found the black
Like a tear in the blanket.
Through it crystals of light were shattered
Killing the darkest and blindest of all evils
It found its home in the shadows of the dawn
The mirror got its reflection 
And the eyes its sight
And saw,
Saw the devils masked by the faithful darkness.
Blindness – I realized that you had meaning more than the sharpest of all sights,
The terrible occurrences that were at midnight,
The crimson drops and the whaling murmurings
With the rhythm of the slowly dieing heart.

Blindness oh blindness
Why did you abandon your faith?
And be murdered by the inhuman light?
Darkness
Where are you now?
Why did you dissolve in the white and forget the black?
Why did you give me vision?

Find me again!
Rule me again!
The light has to be murdered!

Darkness it was only darkness
Darkness it is only 
Still,
DARKNESS.”




Details | I do not know? | |

With Love_________

Black suits step out from shadows
with pristine promises of light.
I can taste the sand, the gritty
guilt of my nationality. The warm air
Immigrates from hell, the gates have opened,
as promised.
 
Burnt flags in tatters, gripped
by impatient wind, whispers
of death roam Europe.
For every soul, a valentine sent
with a photocopied signature.
Satan is smiling, regardless of capture.
 
Every time you kill a weed,
two more roses suffocate.
 
 
With Love _____________


Details | I do not know? | |

REJECTION

Rejection is a way of protection.
I do it to protect myself from predators of the heart.
It keeps my priorities impart.
Why is the world so animalistic?
I suffer from experienced love pained colic.
When they ask I say no.
Then I ask them to go.
Its rejection.
I have a negative projection.
It’s the way I feel.
There no way I can heal.
Theirs no point.
Is their anyway life can anoint.
Rejection is tainted,
When love is colorfully painted.
I am rejection depicted.
An awful outcome is what I have predicted.
I am an organic play for a loves selfish way.
So if I say no.
Its because reality is what I know.
Rejection may be a low blow,
But love shouldn’t be out of our control.
Rejection actually is a settle goal,
Filled with ambitions of a serious soul.
Rejection consume me.
Rejection own me.
Rejection is me.


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The Blues (2006)

I am sitting here alone
Here all alone
This is not my real home

I have nothing and no one
Absolutely nothing and no one
All the love I ever had has gone

My destiny in life is what I sing bluely 
I sing it bluely
Until I am yours truly


Details | Rhyme | |

The Desolate Heart

Bitten by cold and stung by fright
A life beleaguered by the darkness of despair
The afflicted night awaits sunlight
                      Of hope, warmth, love and care

   The wet eyes await the horizon’s window
       To open for the majestic appearance of sun
Brightening lives with its transcendent glow
          And flogging the darkness to make it run

A frostbitten tree with its outstretched arms
     Stripped of its leaves, tormented and down
  Robbed of its beauty, devoid of its charms
        Prays for succour from sources unknown

The afflicted heart still beats in the chest
    With unabated passion for love and caress
In mounting anguish and growing unrest
        The undaunted spirit can’t settle for less

The desire, the hope, the expectations, the dream
To see the glowing face of light and love again
        A mirage they appear, an illusion they seem
    Tell the heart to contain the emotions insane

   One that has parted, one who has gone
     In the whirlwind of time will never return
Be your heart desolate, miserable, forlorn
         And your life slowly like a candle burn


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Stop Sign

Waiting for the traffic to move,
Longest day in the world for me,
Slow motion in progress it just won’t groove,
I’m growing no faster then a tree,
Impatient the moment arises,
Looked both ways and the season subsided,
The occasional mishap just occurred,
Crash in an instant now I’m disturbed,
In this second I look in the past,
I see myself and I didn’t last.


Details | Free verse | |

Black Rose

I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind.
Giving time more time.
Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted.
Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted.

Here I stand a man with no set destination.
No guides no plan , no helping hand.
Just heroes for who I show admiration.

Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire.
Just another chance to form iron from this ire.

All these thoughts that have been written down left unread.
So hard to forget the words never spoken.
How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token.
How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken.

These forms and ideas together they untwine.
How each dark thought sprouts in the night.
How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.


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Care to care

To be a hundred percent clear
I don't have much left it seems
It must mean I have given in
To fears instead of dreams
I wish for love and happiness
Instead I find emptiness and sorrow
I am stuck in the pain of today
And have long forgotten tomorrow
I wonder if I was made bad
What my life could have been
I wonder if I would stay the same
If choices were given again
In circles my path in life has been
Never is anything complete
So I keep marching on
Until I meet my bitter defeat
People say a lot of useless words
And many feelings they try and share
But "I Love You" falls silent 
When you no longer care to care




Details | Rhyme | |

Why War

Why are we always sent in to war
To fight for a country which loves us no more
It's love is of blood,land,and idles of stone
We pay with our flesh,and our children's bones

A people of peace we are all so to be
With rivers of death for the whole world to see
Even followers of our lord him self
Have marched army's to war with sabers of stealth

Thou shalt not kill yet murder is ok
The blood that we spill runs downhill all day
Please open your eyes and see as i see
The tears on my cheek rain down on the free


Details | Ballad | |

INFELICITY

I should go				            I’ll go			If I knew what was right
I should just go				 I’d go			    If I could do that too
Just write a letter			         And go			If I could sacrifice my heart
Say goodbye				        Then go			If I could see the outcome
See you later				         Just go			If I was strong enough
Tell you I love you			        Right now go		If I was brave enough
Scream out my misery			I could go		If I was wise enough
Cry out my broken heart		        I will go		                       If I wasn’t afraid
Wail across the sky my love	     I want to go		         If I wasn’t in love
I should just go right now		I won’t go		                     If I wasn’t haunted
I should go before its too late	       I can’t go		                      If I wasn’t
already lost
I should go before I cannot		I need to go		              If I wouldn’t fade away
I should tell you nothing		    I have to go		  If I wouldn’t fall apart
I should whisper nothing of this     I must go		                If I wouldn’t hurt you too
Bite my tongue				        I should go		            If I wouldn’t scream forever
Forget my dreams			      I’d go			              If I could escape in sleep
Smile and laugh my lie			      I’ll go			                If I could hide in dream
Joke with you for a smile		        I’ll just go		              If I could sing again later
I should go before I see you again	    I go			If I could love again later
I should just go				            Go			         If I could remember how
Because I cannot bear it			   Go			            If I was better than I am
The knowledge of another inside you	GO!!		  	          If I was anything at all
I should go				                    I’ll go away		If I was a kinder man
Before I really die			                 I’ll go and fall		If I was a promise
I should go				                    I’ll go today!		       If I were someone alone
I should					               I’ll go Tonight!!		If I were someone whole
Shouldn’t I go				                  I’ll go right now!!!	         If I were a warrior
	
I will leave you now 
And linger no more on the fringes of your life
If I am anything at all like you believe me to be
I will call you and wish you well, 
Wish you all the happiness I want for you
If I am a shadow of the song you see me as
I will just run silent 
And let you go like fate meant for us to be
Before you really knew me too
If I am a warrior, if I am, if I were . . .
I would lay down my soul and walk away 
But, 
I am not a warrior

How can I be . . ?


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Last hope

Again and again I rewind the cassette
To listen your voice once more.
Such moments always let me forget
What the Hell I’m dying for.
I wish that entire people around
Could hear my screams at nights.
I wish they’ll be able to find
Common sense instead of that fights.
They don’t know what’s dying for real.
They don’t care that I want to live.
I already can hear sounds of peal.
Except of last breath I have nothing to give.
Only you can help me live my last days
And your voice on the old cassette.
For me it’s so tender and grace.
If I’m wrong, forgive me for that.
This letter you will never read.
God will take me away from the earth.
Hope is the one that I need,
Hope makes me stay alive forth.
Thank you for all that you’ve done,
Though you will never find out
That I lived, cause I will be gone.
In saving one’s soul you shouldn’t be doubt.


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The Original View

Brave's poise, saunter, swagger, and strut.
Just second nature,
not petite, nor femme.
That is the way.

The first look deceives,
does it hide within.
Trapped by the boundaries
of this state I live in.

Uncouth is okay.
Who is to say?
He or she?
Who is right.

True only to the one.
Screaming to break free..
Some read the signs
right or wrong.
They conclude on first sight.
How hard to invert the sign.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Father Whom Can Not Return (angel of sadness)

I used to think about what life would be like
When I turned twenty-five
Of coarse I mess up, but I'm granted plenty of tries
Tomorrow doesn't matter, for I'm trapped in now
I used to kiss your mother in all places other than her mouth
Not referring to you as a mistake
But now I'm wondering how 
I guess the chances I was given, I have taken
And I'll never learn
Now I'm just a father whom can't return
I used to never worry about growing old
I used to say I'd keep my temperature
Even in the blistering cold
Daylight seemed so shady
And I'd shadow every truth my mystery told
Maybe life will turn me into a hardworking man
Stars in the night sky openly stand
Maybe life will lead me to live out my fantasies
I'll be everything, we once as children ran to see
My peers will mourn
For I am now a father whom can't return
I couldn't rehearse a lie
And I couldn't re word a well told story
So I have heard, but what more does life have to offer me
Late at night I witness you lay down and pray for a softer me
What would you prefer to see
I fear that I'll be no better than you were to me
Now I'mma father whom can't return


Details | Rhyme | |

What's Happening

The world seems to be closing in
Its full of heartache, turmoil and sin
And trouble is lurking around every bend
What's happening here?
What's happening to me?
I'm not happy these days
I don't like what I see
It's crumbling all around
How can this be
This wasn't his plan
He wouldn't do this
Would he?


Details | I do not know? | |

my mind 1a

lost n my own
mind.
world of 2 poverty make u
go insane.
little kids runnin the dark 
streets without a soul.
my simpathy n compassion for others 
start 2 suffer.
but nobody cares
my feelings and thoughts.  
r of my own 
mental creation
wit no co-operation. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Stepsister

Exchanged for the plates they made
and painted with colors representing
springtimes I hardly remember
was the sidewalk way too warm
to walk upon with barefeet
I hardly remember

Scratched through entire lines
of the notes you wrote to me
lines I could never see
which must not be for me to read
imaginably the most precious words
I could never see

The ghost of our old dreams
when he sometimes visits
asks if I still care
for love sung in folk songs
and blue tragic chapters
I still care


Details | Free verse | |

Fatwas in Aspic

An insect,preserved in amber,
Frozen at one point in time,
Never changing,always the same,
Trapped in death
Through an accident of place,
It has its grim beauty,
It pays the price.

A new born baby
Swaddled in its family's clothes,
Comfortable and unquestioning
It grows.

Nature provides crucial moments
When it can break free
To broaden its outlook and horizons.
It is fear that drives it deeper
Into the arms of its alma mater,
Where it chokes by culture confined
Where it drowns by doctrine defined.

Only a few ever try to break the bonds
To be hunted as heretics
While the rest bay obediently for their blood.
Socrates and Christ were of that ilk
And they perished in a blind fog of prejudice
As they strove to challenge
The myopia created by fear and power.

Shi'ites,Kurds and Sunnis today,
Bound by rigidities of code
Forged by pride,hatred and fear,
Are now on that road
Where the only destiny is death
Clashing over their myopic interests,
Blind to the others' sameness.

If we could just cross boundaries,
If we would tear down our taboos,
We might yet recognise that we are licensed to live
On one planet,under one sky,with the one God.

If only we could tear ourselves free
From the fatal amber in our lives.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who would be the one Dedicated to Mom/schitzophrenia

A child is born one October day
Her eyes so bright they'll light her way
The plan's in place for what might come
Who would be the one?

At first it seems all is serene
A child who's heart is always clean
Plans are in place for what will come
Who would be the one?

Who would be the one to hear and see what really is not there
To stumble in the darkness with confusion and de spare

To want to change from inside out
And find someone to care about
Who would be the one?

As years go by She'll wait her time
For she knows peace is near
To draw the strength from where she can
And to hold to things so dear

A child is born one October day
Now, who would be the one?


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Damaged Goods

They say I’m pretty
it’s a common mistake
... look closer
to see this disease
the rot that festers inside

You don’t know it
the only thing that makes me whole
and less all at once
forsaken by all decency
broken...battered...bruised

Could you even see me
because I never fit
that perfect circle you created
it leaves no room for me
I follow no rules

Don’t you worry ‘bout me
I feel no pain
no guilt
no pride
...I feel nothing at all

I embrace this sickness
... so pure
Does it make you hate me?
The sickness?
Or my embrace?

Are you like me?
Feed your sad desire
different time, different drug
we all die
just the same...


Details | I do not know? | |

**My Silent Prayer

Lord give me strength
Each and every day
Please let me remain silent
And watch what I say

It's so hard to be the good guy
When I'm outnumbered 3 to 1
Especially when I'm tired
Of always being the one to run

But why do I always feel guilty
When I finally strike back?
Maybe because it's not who I am
Maybe it's all just an act

I'm not quite sure
Just how much more I can take
I'm tired of pretending my feelings aren't hurt
I was never one to be fake

Everything happens for a reason
Yet, still I question why
Do people push my buttons
Is it just to see me cry?

Someday the table's will turn
They'll see that they were wrong
Lord You don't give me more than I can handle
Just enough to make me strong


Details | I do not know? | |

Roman of Darkness (angel of sadness)

It's only dark because you refuse to open your eyes
I'll recite to you a truth
But you will confess and it will become our lie
Chiors will sing
Enemies will rejoice
So sad, the misery, that happiness brings
Ur anger, my trials, our roman of darkness
It only hurts because you insist on resisting the pain
Stars seem to stand still, as the sky's gallop
Reality is an overwhelming fantasy dreamed upon in feign
A small change of scenery
A tempted range from more of what you mean to me 
Seems cold winters are only seen through short sleeves
As I fall, you stood, a roman of your darkness
It only rains because  all we only walk beneath heavy clouds
You find yourself at ease
As we recite your hymms, our prayers aloud
Sometimes we see reflections in things we shouldn't
When tears seem to fall upward, to where do we put them
The secrets that lie relaxed beneath our dreams
Yes we see ourselves in places it seems impossible to be 
We keep progress when failure indeed means more to me
A memory you will soon forget
A temptation lost with full regrets
A Roman admiring his chance in your darkness


Details | I do not know? | |

Sadness

Sadness could be tragic turn of events
Or sadness could be forgotten or lost moments
Sadness is a state of mind
Sadness isn't very kind
Sadness hurts, stings, and bites
Sadness can hang over us all through the nights 
Sadness is the color blue or black
Sadness is the reason good guys hold back
Sadness is rejection from a girl or boy
Sadness is a child with no fun or joy
Sadness a dry and dreary place
Sadness is a frown on a loved ones face
Sadness is putting your dog to sleep
Sadness is what causes most to weep
Sadness burns your souls desires
Sadness sparks unwanted fires
Sadness exist in broken dreams
Sadness is lights faded gleam 
Sadness is when you've lost the "ONE"
Sadness is the last heartbeat. Done!


Details | Free verse | |

Marquis de Sade

A wounded heart
An offense of conscience
Inner struggles
Inspirations?
Or in desperation do I dip this pen

Deep within the ink wells
So dreadfully crimson
My declarations
Upon this soaked paper bled

The verses LOUDER and BOLDER do shout!
My injuries from a cruel world
That must be heard!
Every rhyme and every reason
Catapulting out, through my stinging words

My soul melts into ink of quill
Becoming one
A channeling vessel
As the broken heart 
Spills and spills

This is my message of life
Of how I lived!
The tragedy and torture…
Continues written and left unabridged

At the end...an ironic twist
For now, my heart resides in others
And agony lives on
From where before, it could never have existed!


Details | I do not know? | |

I AM NOT

I am PRIMAL.

I am PREHISTORIC.

I am HISTORICAL.

I am TRADITIONAL.

I am EVOLVING.

I AM HUMAN!

I am not a RAPIST, I am not my FOREBEAR.
I am not a TERRITORAL THIEF, I am not my PREDECESSOR.
I am not a MURDERER, I am not my ANCESTOR.
I am not an EMOTIONAL CHARLATAN, I am not my GRANDFATHER.

I am not a RACIST, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a WOMAN ABANDNOR, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABUSER, I am not my FATHER!
I am not a CHILD ABANDER, I am not my FATHER!

I am not a MAN!

I am ONLY MALE!

I am PURELY BORN.


Details | Epic | |

Of Venus

As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.

The boiling seas
of the Cosmos
churn acrid.

Upon the nurturance
of Venus', passionate
quivering calls
exclaimed.

The essence of
God's wrath
lovingly made tame.

As the chariots
of love, upon the
courtships of epic
virtue, possess.

Our goddess sisters,
import the specialty
of rule, for which 
the governs
obsess.

As Boreas' trumpet
sounds ecstatic
bliss.

The Rosicrucian
passion bells
hither, a faint to
a swaying and
hiss.

As the murmuring 
embers of the 
divine left
receded.

Hour of humanities
no time of present,
so subtley,
defeated.

As upon death,
a mummy spreads
its rein.

The resurrection
of the Sons of Man,
all for not,
in vain.

The seduction of 
fertility and the 
mysteries left to 
relish.

All made bitter
upon showers
of mourn,
to embellish.

When upon 
the merry company
of our divine,
Saints, roused
along Lethe.

A brother to 
you, oh dainty
beholder of truth,
as yours in 
Seth.

The disillusionment
of our fathers
petty, immortal
opportunity
made solemn.

The wisest of 
men, why,
amongst the 
true, made golem.

Take precedence,
then and now,
where'st upon
your throne 
of pride.

As the winds
of wrath swarnly
blown, our savior
side to side.

In due notion
a precedence
of time,
without respect.

A fulfillment
of God's love, 
our souls to 
resurrect.

As Dragons
drew the chariot
of night, 
and profound
duration.

A cowards sword
in hand, his
skewer's elation.

As stars reflect
the knowledge 
of the sacred.

Humanities, why. . .
derision for dole,
left shaken.

As prophets
emit, as seen
thus. . . .

When stars do 
let fall
the Sun, 
pray thee,
a heavenly Venus.


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts

Does it bother you to be alone?
Only when I sleep.
Your dreams are nightmares of death.
But I can't help it.
Why do I suffer more than most?
Nobody knows,nobody cares.
But is it wrong to wish they did?
Was I destined to suffer?
It makes me want to be alone.
So you dont cause others the pain you know?
You are loved.
I know I just can't feel it.
The more I love the more I feel alone.
I don't think I belong here.
Death can ease your pain.
I want to live.
But if you do...
You will hurt them.
I just want to know why.
Why what?
Why do I suffer?
Why are they glad to see me suffer?
Do they hate me that much?
I know I'm not perfect,
I just want to feel,
To feel like I matter,
Like I'm loved,
Like I'm not alone.
Iam hated.
You deserve it.
What you can do with words...
What can I do with words?
Write your feelings down.
Why?
Even if someone cared
They couldn't help me.
Why can't someone care about me like I care about them?
Your a psycho.
I know.
Your heart is black.
I know.
Then how can you love anything?
But I do.
Doesn't that mean anything?
Not to them.


Details | Sonnet | |