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Details | Shape | |

Spring Bud

                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early

Details | Kyrielle | |

The Winter of My Tears

"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight- My face- a somber expression..." excerpt from *a poem by Just That Archaic Poet The summer of my laughter’s passed; my happy skies grow overcast. No meadowlark is singing here. The winter of my tears is near. In vale of shadows, sun hangs low. I sojourn now where chill winds blow. Into November’s gloom I peer. The winter of my tears is near. Before I meet eternity, a snow shall come and bury me, Its brilliance - anguish soon will mirror. The winter of my tears is near. The summer of my laughter’s passed. The winter of my tears is near. *Poem interpreted: "Equinox" This is technically a kyrielle sonnet for the Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp! Poetry Contest. Now used for the Winter contest of PD

Details | Alliteration | |

My Worst Christmas Ever

Snow falls around us 
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye

Details | Rhyme | |

Love finds a way

Life changes like the seasons
Laughter bubbles, tears flow.
There's a quiet look as the mind reasons
to let the sorrow go.

Colors change as hearts do,
Flavors seem so rich.
As a new beginning follows through,
The paths to truth have switched.

Thunder rumbled as lightning struck,
Water flooded the ground.
A different storm, life crumbled.
I watched as it tumbled down.

But now to rebuild with new parts,
Tears provide the mortar.
One fourth respect, One half love
With laughter as the other quarter.

I'll cry tears for all the pain,
But it lessens everyday,
And life has taught to put trust in fate,
And love will find a way.

Details | Free verse | |

Counting the Leaves


a piece of scarlett flowing by
flirting with the threads on my arms


breezes tied to their season, warmth running dry
canopies reddened with alarm

one hundred...

endless thoughts of winter's tide
her endless beauty and biting touch

five hundred...

winter's coronation has arrived
crowning the ground with white dust

one thousand...

one leaf left, a hanging army
whipping with wind, holding for life

one thousand one...

a brown corpse, dried and free,
falling, falling,
last tear from the tree.

Details | Couplet | |

This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me

Details | Light Poetry | |


Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.

Details | Ballad | |


I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...

Details | Verse | |

It Rains This Time Of Year

Stood beneath the branches of the oak,
  Mud and dampness rising from the ground,
It rains this time of year, I think I spoke,
  When no one else was there to hang around.

In the gushing torrent on the slate,
  Surging from the roof and to the pipe,
Whispers seem to echo, resonate,
  And raindrops from my eyes I need to wipe.

For I don’t ever cry despite it seems
  That sadness shadows haunt upon my face,
It’s just the lonely rain that always teems
  This time of year and in this very place.

I see a past when chestnuts lay on grass,
  And she was like a willow, lithe and svelte,
We drank of apple wine in crystal glass,
  And in the dusk I found out how she felt.

Beside the crackling fire in the hearth,
  I tasted her and she thus tasted me,
I somehow knew we walked a separate path
  And all we built with words would never be.

As I recall she left me in the fall,
  A note upon the pillow by my head,
And at the time I didn’t care at all
  Just carved another notch upon the bed.

It was raining when she went, is raining on,
  And even now, on times, I sense her near,
So much for futile wishing, she has gone,
  I only know it rains this time of year.

Details | Quatrain | |

Frozen Farewell

Frost bit lovers 
standing in the snow
Trying not to trust
what the other seems to know
Parting in the cold 
seems a fitting thing to me,
Opened up their aching hearts
and let their love fly free.

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 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 | Rhyme | |

Autumn Is For Lovers

The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.

Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.

Music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.

My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.

I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!

I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!

For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.

Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.

                            Timothy I. Brumley

Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.

Details | Quintain (English) | |


...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...

I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...

For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day


Details | Narrative | |

Mourning Over The Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our 
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over 
The locust plaque.....


Details | Free verse | |

End of summer for sure - Version 1 - Sad

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by fallen leaves,
saddened by season's end
and wet with shiny tears.

Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?

Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

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

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

                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?

Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 


Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu

Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

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

Details | Senryu | |

Blue Winter

overcast day
winter winds sigh and moan
grieving over you

Details | Light Poetry | |

Half Conduct

Why! my so blight
in time 
Watched eftsoons,
things of its kind
Moles-out, off
astral peeps 
In mooncalf, such
ace subsistingly went forte  
singeing still.

Details | Pantoum | |

Distant Pipes Lament-The End

Distant Pipes Lament - The End - A Collaboration

Standing out most beautiful lady,
Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours.
As warm before me you stand In glory,
A Rose you were among so many flowers.

Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours,
Following the path of ones heart.
A Rose you were among so many flowers,
You the moons' wonder from the start.

Following the path of ones heart,
I am scared and angry yet truly sorry.
You the moons' wonder from the start,
You left me grieving cold and lonely.

I am scared and angry yet truly sorry,
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced.
You left me grieving cold and lonely,
Into a vortex chemically unbalanced.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.

Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped

                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair

                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest

                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread

Tribute To Japan

Details | Lyric | |


Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?

Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?

Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?

God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"

Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Here Comes Winter Again

Here it comes again; softly knocking on windows at 2A.M, here comes the winter at a cold silent night, awakening my soul with the smell of dust after rain, the smell of mom holding me into bed, with the voices of my sisters playing next room, here it comes again with painful delights, here it comes again taking me back home.

Let the drops of rain knock on my door and let them ache my heart, let me taste the sweet smell in my tongue like a little boy getting wet beneath the rain, waiting to be rebuked, but none of this does matter because the burdens of life are slipping down with the rains being drifted on his coat, none of this does matter because the weight of life was just not this cold before.

Here comes the winter with empty corners in my head and echoes of laughters in my room, a piece of chocolate I can no longer find and a broken toy I’ve never thrown away, with good sweaters that never felt warm on a cold night like this, let the chilly breezes of winter take me back home again, to smell my father’s smoking cigarettes and my mother combing my hair, and the smell of coffee beans on one cloudy morning to refresh my day, oh here comes the winter, remembering me again and stopping by with few memories to take me home.

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Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Just Walking

When I am depressed and full of woe
I like to walk miles and miles
Through woods and fields
By streams and brooks with stepping stone crooks
Friendly walk-ways and un-ventured pathways….Just talking

The whole world comes alive…
Water babbles and trickles
Flowers twinkle in the sun
Leaves rush through…
Friendly places for the blue

Watching birds in nests with young chicks at breast
Birds that whistle and woo, sing and cuckoo
Squirrels dancing all around, up the trees and on the ground
Leaves twisting and turning - stirring
Friendly blanket-leaves for youths’ spring spirit beneath

Inviting, friendly places
Nature’s aces, hands, full
Never leaving, cycling, completing
Wholesome land of Mother Earth
Friendly absorbing places of mirth 

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops

Details | Free verse | |


You saunter through the double doors
Head held high
Chest puffed out
Putting on airs
You think you’re so clever, so deceiving
Showing up baring the most ornate mask
But I see right through
The mask that you wear tonight
You think it will conceal
You think just tonight
In this hour
You can be somebody else
But you’re dancing with the Belle of the Ball
This is MY Masquerade
And this is the 147th event
You just don’t recognize me
Because I wear a different mask each time
Your mask is cheap material
Sequins missing, feathers askew 
Such feeble attempts
I smell your bravado
Putrid and reeking, stinking up the air
But I see right through
I’ve donned masks my whole life
That’s why I am the bearer of this sash
That you see around my neck 
“Strongest Person I Know”
But I allow no one to gaze under the mask
Sure I play the Belle oh so well
But if you all saw beneath
Saw WHY I’ve had to wear masks
You’d strip me of my title
You’d rip off my sash
Break the pearls from my neck
You’d run for the door tonight
Quicker than Cinderella at the stroke of midnight
That’s the beauty of a Masquerade
You can pretend to be something you’re not
When one guise becomes worn
When it loses its sparkle
It’s glamour and charm
That first catches your eye
Well it’s quite alright 
Because I have a treasure trove 
BURSTING with masks
Grab another and keep dancing
Twirling the night away
Never skipping a beat
But when the music finally comes to an end
When the door closes and the final guest departs
Empty wine glasses are seen scattered all around
The only sound is the echo of my heels
When the confetti lies lifeless on the floor
That’s when I remove my mask
Exhausted, worn and weary
When I gladly, almost desperately 
Take off my tattered sash 
And throw it beneath my feet
Because I’m not resilient and strong now
I feel weak, frail and reclusive in my realm
That’s when the tears start to brim
That’s when I wish someone else held the title
So stripped and naked
Alone to clean up the mess
Everyone else has left behind
But there’s no one to there to pick up the sash
Just me and the sound of my tears
Echoing as they hit the floor
Almost fearfully I pick up the sash
Dust off the confetti
Smooth out the wrinkles
Before placing it back around my neck
As I throw my shoulders back
Standing taller than ever
Wiping away tears that no one saw
I walk back to my trunk
My trunk of the most decorative
Ornate, obscuring masks
Finding another to wear
As I prepare for the next façade
The next Masquerade 

Details | Rhyme | |


March's enduring dreariness looms when no pigeon coos;
at April's doorstep, it still blows away an umbrella or hat...
letting the impatient spring know that he refuses to go!
There were certain days so mild and cheerful almost wild,
but none of them lasted as inescapable moments contested!
Close to midnight, tears falling on this soft pillow reflect moonlight;
and sighs turn into sobs...remembering delicate daffodils' buds
that were as feeble as those dreams I had dreamed as little!
And still March's enduring dreariness is far from pleasantness;
it won't grant my wish...while outside many voices rant,
but shut out from everything, I can't feel or hear anything!
Go to another place, dreary March...vanish in the haze!

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

© ~JSLambert  2011

Details | Haiku | |

Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .

Details | Sonnet | |


The latent pace of winter-tide drifts on,

hibernal winds exhale a frosty dawn,

the gentle warmth of summer’s long-since gone, 

now ‘midst the jagged ice the sun lies torn.


Of broken heart she bleeds, to frigid pools,

a weary spectral light for life to take;

ethereal displays of winter jew’ls

reflect her soul on tears of downy flake.


Emotion spent she falls to deep repose,

where afternoon dies young, bereft of light, 

‘cept for a moonlight serenade that flows

across the down that softly quilts the night.


Encased within her dreams of grief and pain,

a frozen world of beauty breathes in vain.

Details | Free verse | |

Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change

Details | Haiku | |

Thin Crust

ice crust forms
old snow

Details | Free verse | |


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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Something good

The smell of coffee: hot and bitter in the cold winter night 
With the rhythm in the left hand and the rhyme in the right, 
He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
All muscles and teeth pressed hot, like ice on the crest.
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
In the strange interference ,water and fire ,one was rude.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.

The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.

Details | Rhyme | |

Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.

Details | Quintain (English) | |


I often visited this forest,
making acquaintance
with a centennial maple tree;
there I conversed eloquently...
as if I were talking to a trusted friend. 

I went back yesterday around nine
to admire its shimmering green foilage,
and discovered it was cut down to a stump...
before crashing and breaking the brenches of birch and pine,
as black ooze bleeded, fuxed and bubbled under its cracked bark.

And wondering what causes its fall,
I searched for a cause by examining its trunk...
leading to its rotten roots detached from loose soil;
was it too old to withstand a fierce Autumn's storm?
Or did a violent torrent add to its toil? 

Unfortunately, nothing I do or say will comfort it,
its death has came too suddenly and violently,
taking down many beeches and firs beneath it;
now, a wide space above it has let in sunlight...
taking away the cool shade that sheltered me.

I grieve for the anguish and helplessness that it felt,
not having been there to embrace it...
as soon as it plunged to the untroubled ground below;
ah, if that tempest had never come,
I wouldn't be weeping and be overcome by sorrow!

Details | Kimo | |


Hot sun-kissed days--- fled and rolled far away. . . . 
Crisp coolness saturates air
Brink to life and decay?

Pumpkins so yellow; melons so mellow
Gnomes appear; fat harvest fills
Crown AUTUMN: queen of year!

Dancing wind ~ jazzy blows, leaves on branches. . . .
Rainbow shower foliage
Trumpet dazzle of death?

(c)Olive Eloisa 7:14pm June 17, 2014
CONTEST NAME: 1 in 4: Choose your Season, Choose Your Form SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH placed 6th .. :D ** made little change to my third line after judging to correct the wrong syllable count.. :D!

Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...

Details | Ballad | |

to know

No one seems to understand 
Why I can’t let you go. 
If only it were that easy 
And there were things I didn’t know

I’ve looked into my heart 
Blessed and broken though it is 
I still see you in there 
Like a mirror of a wish 

Your picture still resides 
In the eyes of my mind 
Perhaps a fond remembrance 
Of someone I’ll never find… 

Is there a problem, child? 
Why do you cry so soon? 
Is there a hidden secret 
Laying dark inside your room?

I think I understand 
Why you had to leave 
But it doesn’t make the pain 
Any easier to grieve 

Each tick of the clock 
Life’s minute passes by 
One more song to sing 
Another question “why” 

Someday seems so far away 
When time goes so slow 
A melody of soft restraint 
Wonders what there is to know… 

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I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Details | Rhyme | |

winter song

I’ve felt the seasons each with passing time
each with weather tuned to its own phase
winter brings a cold I may not survive
if it weren’t for warmth that comes in its own ways

some say what’s in the sky depends on what’s in your mind
but how can you light a fire when the rain won’t dry?
to me seems like a big thing to deny
in the long run, just a different way to lie

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud the sky

spring is bright and warm on certain days
summer is the single most bold
autumn is bright and warm on certain days
they all bring their days of dark, dark cold

winter’s frost forms in ways unclear
many of these chills i cannot relieve
the other seasons hint its coming’s near 
kinda like winter never leaves

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud my sky

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Murder Of One Lead To Another

The Murder Of One Lead To Another

My death caused yours. I left without a fight like I had all those times before. Murder by my own self-indulgence. Looking how I had left you to your own devices, if I would had known that would be the cause of your death would I have been less self centered? Can you hear me singing to you as you slit your wrist and separate soul and body? Slowly slipping away as I sing the song of the 7 veils. I yearned for you, as you loved for me could we be the most perfect couple to die for selfish wish. What fools we are leaving this world just for a death we know nothing of. 
Stop! Return! Don’t leave me just yet! Are the words I hear as I return to living breathing state, I was returned back to this world? For you I could live on, for you I could die by your side, for you I would make you live forever with me. I was murder, you slit your wrist but in the moment of leaving this world we both was called back by the body we left behind. We came back hand and hand together to stay side by side. I was murder you slit your wrist, but in that last moment I came back for you and you came back for me. Did you see it our nearly over soul ready to be devoured and consumed by our greed? 
I was murder, as you slit your wrist. We tried to destroy our suffering and we nearly destroyed our bond. My death led to your death but in our final moment we were called back to this unforgivable world. Murder by self-indulgence, suicide of a broken heart, which was our ways out of this world. Thank you for calling me back.

Details | Lyric | |



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten

Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.

Details | Quatrain | |


Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.

She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.

In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.

And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.

Details | Rhyme | |


Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze:
think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver...
winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees
and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere. 

Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts,
don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness,
take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance...
gladly accept godly gifts without bows. 

Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts
by remembering the days spent on sunny shores:
those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned...
go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored.

Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues? 
It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Breeze

Autumn Breeze flowing on an autumn day, how cold thou art
How icy art thou fingers, when thou dost clench my heart
My ribs, my soul, why even my mind
Walking alone down the road,
Hoping to leave my ghosts behind
I suddenly realize that thou ethos dost match with my mood
Autumn, I believe only a hot coffee would lighten me up for good!

Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.

Details | Lyric | |


They Say it Takes a lot To Taste This
The Clarity of Isolation
But I Feel the Quality of Peace
Is Lost in my Frustration

Seasons Turn Into One
And I Can Not Break Until It's Done
But There's No Hope For me on The Outside

So I'll Stay Isolated

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 

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Two Minutes Too Late and the Clock Struck June.

We fell, two miles too far down to count the days ahead...

Two hours too late for me to forgive myself, I kissed him in the morning when the clock


and tears covered me in a bath of fear...

I asked him if he knew, if he understood, as he mumbled and held me in his sleep.

Two days passed and I watched the sunset, I found it far



to breathe.

I wondered, as I circled, as I watched him in memories, as I watched his face glow and fade...

I wondered where the comfort of January ran...

I wondered if he swallowed it as I brushed my tongue across his open mouth when he
whispered the promises I knew, even then, 

he wouldn't keep.

And hope was funny, she stayed by my side for two months plus three, I found myself waking
up in May, amidst the lilacs and unusual heat, I wanted to close my eyes and let my lashes
fall down as they tickled tomorrow so maybe..

he'd see...

but obsessions are addictions and he had an affiliation with the color blue.

“I love you,” I told him, with eyes wide open when the clock struck two...but I was three
months too late and my heart
held onto January
for the fear
of sight

Details | Elegy | |

Ice Cold

I see you there
While your swarms of light surround you
A typhoon could hit,
And you'd still stand just as still
Your expression unfaltering through it all

It is spring now
Your name smells like flowers
But the rose
Of your cheeks is gone
Winter frost clings to your hardened face

Your eyes were rich
Like sunset on planting soil
Warm earth to sleep on
Now I sleep in the trees
I always get frostbite from the cold ground

A touch of your skin
Would make my heart melt
Last time we met
Gliding your arm underneath my robes,
I shivered
You were ice cold

Details | Rhyme | |


Here comes Autumn's pallid pall-
It stealthily creeps; it silently crawls
Bringing the air of the Season's despair
(For Misery is Comfort, after all)

The changing of leaves, my Psyche aggrieved!
The Fall in all of its Depression
Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression...

* I suffer from "Seasonal Affective Disorder", hence the reason I wrote this

Details | Light Poetry | |

What Just Happen to My Spring

I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating

Details | Haiku | |

Weeping Willows

Wallowing flowers
Wading in placid waters
Pendants of sorrow

Details | Lyric | |

free fall

My life's a blurry vision
At the pressure point 
and I still can't make a decision
Caught a glimpse of my reflection
A good heart in jeopardy of detection
I look up but there's no pictures on the wall
I think I'm in free fall
I'm depressed, over stressed
in vital need of words spoken in jest
but never the less i'm only a guest
Got a dial tone but no one to call 
I'm drifting into free fall
Minimum wage 
will not allow me to act my age
Fending with rage
but I can't turn the page
I'm tired of fighting
My palms drip lightning
I'm not happy here 
and the future still isn't clear
Have nightmares for no reason
Give light scares
during the blood shed season
I get knocked down and crawl
I'm trying to stand tall
But I'm in free fall

"paper weighs about the same as life in ink"

Details | Haiku | |

Summer's End

Soft, pink petals sway
Sweet perfume of summer’s end
The buebirds cry in sorrow

Details | Haiku | |

Yesterday and Today

fir limbs droop
heavy with yesterdays rain
frosted with today's snow

Details | Epigram | |


The end is coming for me
i can feel it
if you can not talk about it
your a crash waiting to happen
if you no longer feel happy any more
even if your in love 
even your own child cant bring a smile
the end is closeing on you

your eyes have lost there soul

your heart is a stone

your blood is cold

loseing hope is easy
loseing friends is easy
just like the clours red and blue
i missed you  
for those days i did not meet no fortune teller
i will not miss you 
i just dont want to feel that way again

Details | Haiku | |


Cracks in the pavement
Leaves litter naked brown earth
It all returns down

Details | Lyric | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!

Details | Free verse | |

It's Okay. Really.

A heart becomes brittle
     and splinters in the cold
if left too long on the windowsill.
     What is it to me?
Your back sang everything I needed
     to know
as I slipped on frozen time left
     ticking on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about.
There’s really no reason for
     Winter’s treason.
It’s only another season
     after all.

Details | Haiku | |

Seasons of Love

Autumn has started.
Yellow leaves found their way home
to each other’s warmth.

Then, there was Winter.
Embraced the foliage, coldly,
freezing the lovers.

Thereafter was Spring.
Rainfall began to descend,
drowning the floras.

And last, was Summer.
Ending the fourfold seasons
for the two of us…

Details | Lyric | |


Pitter-patter rain drops fall on me,
I hear a  cute little bird chirp on the tree,
The winds pass by and they ruffle my hair,
I enjoy all this seated on my chair.

Is the sky blue or angry and dark?
Will the clouds fight and cause a spark?
Are the children out with paper boats?
Monsoon is here , the weather denotes.

Lush green is grass everywhere,
Children run and raincoats they wear,
I can feel and enjoy this lovely feeling,
Treasures of nature,I feeling like stealing.

How I wish I could see,
Alas! "Blind" is the word for me,
Colourfull world it must be I guess,
But Oh! Black is the only colour with which I am blessed.

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A Winter Stroll Beckoning Wordsworth

A walk through the fields, the marshes nigh  
Water risen steep along the banks  
Swinging low a grey tailed hawk flies  
To the girl's shrouded figure, stooping, it aims 
She feels the swoosh of its wings, her ash curls caught  
Entangled in a hundred claws  
Oh Oh she cries with a fearful yell  
The wind races the clouds' billowy bursts   
As she struggles to try and free herself   
She bends to the ground, though only for the worst   
Blood splatters the grass and soaks the soil   
Life gushes out, like lava at its boil   
Winter buries deep, the snowfalls and the setting suns   
Virgin white covers the silent and the frozen 
And in the Spring, when new life has begun   
Within the hug of her bones, a wing is broken 

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A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.

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The Unraveling of August.

I've wrecked me again, scattered, undone...

and here...

We were foolish to believe and he was simple, then, I could have told him...

underneath me...

but I turned upside down, you see, and tumbled from up above.

Bee stings and southern air, and if I thought I didn't remember, if I thought it was
easier to smile when words weren't spoken...

brilliance is never found in silence and oh, how I knew I was right, how I knew hearts
didn't break when the moon was full...

I forgot to look, through the months that his eyes shone brighter, and I almost stopped
myself because when almost everything is right....

what does it matter?

I wished that he was never enough, though I felt him deep inside, though I rocked through
weeks that confused me, though I slipped through fear alone by his side and Wednesday
whispered her premonitions from skies that were slightly too dark....

too full of August...

for safety.

I wanted him to hold me, just once, when the sky fell, I repeated words over and again and
found myself...


I was new...

and I could feel him breathing when I stopped as irony slapped me back to life, I saw the
mirrors crack a little, I saw who I was underneath, I kissed the surface to convince
myself I was still beautiful, despite the changes in my mind....

I knew I loved him, I knew...

I couldn't hold his hand...

so I held onto nothing a little bit tighter, I suffocated circulation, I stopped....


and came undone...

because I could still feel August...

and I still...

needed him.

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Ram Shackled to Ruin

To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls Even a fire could not deny us of it's history Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul Many a storm caressed her wooden frame Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances Even weddings were celebrated within these walls Sadly economics became it's downfall My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former As you travel through the mid west There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories

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Sun must seep again, But rain cuts streaks on the cheek. Drip drop to ripples

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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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The Sad Camellia

camellia droops
under the weight of rain
blossoms fall like tears

Details | Senryu | |

Long Summer Days Soon

She had a baby
today.  She's only sixteen.
Long summer days soon.

Details | Sestina | |

Autumn Breeze

   A whisper of beauty sets to the night
In ancient time of Autumn breeze
A flightless feather to soar the sky
Records the silent echos of sorrow
Carries through on seasonal change
Keeping time with history's eye.
   A feather passes a tear filled eye
The sacrifice before the night
The day of blood held in the breeze
As a gentle wind through summer sky
Pierced by the blade of sorrow
The Holy man of change.
   New land wandered for man to change
A wishful time to England's eye 
The eagle spies the foot step night
The pilgrims beyond the breeze
As children cry to burn the sky
A massacred Indian sorrow.
   A black man echoes sorrow	
The pain of life to change
Freedom from the blood stained eye
His cry seeks out the night
Caressed by Autumn breeze
As another feather floats the sky.
   Blood stench streams in horrid sky
The bodies of broken sorrow	
The feather sights upon the change
As delusions form in hatred eye
Secrets under night
Their souls become the breeze.
   Reaching upon the new day breeze
A scrape of cloud and sky
A world united in mornings sorrow
The view of landscaped change
Laments cry the tearful eye
Through restless lonely night.
   Unto the land of darkened night
The feather of recorded sorrow
A moments break awaits, the next Autumn breeze.

     September 25, 2008

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a new york warmth

On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Every now and then
I don’t wanna turn left 
Just the path I martyr 
On the way to no where
Could you envision me 
No longer sadly
These are the lovely words 

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Back and forth 
Are the trials we cure
Would you hold me more
If you found me impure 
And we’re holding on 
Cause it’s too late to go home

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

On the park side of town
Silence is a muffled sound
No apologies
Like sea gulls 
We are standing free
We’re holding on 
Cause there’s no better place to be

So let it snow
Go here, there, and before
She asked me to leave 
I kindly closed the door
Theses are the times 
We wish not to endure
We look for warm meals
Band aids
A sore throat to absorb the cure
Lungs commenced to whispers 
Profoundly within your ear 
A little something
To keep your thoughts pure
I could ask for no more
Than sun lit days 
That hover above the clouds 
And shadow 
The doubts we adore

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Come Autumn

"Come Autumn, come Autumn,
Paint the world!
Trees, give me gold,
And riches unfurled!",

The poor man sang,
in a pile of leaves
under the Autumn trees,

The branches digest,
And the gold fell down
Upon the man's happiness,
And all around

And for once,
The man in rags
showered with gold,
was rich.

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Grass clings to our arms,
And sweat-lines of dirt,
Nestle in the folds of our necks.

The sun beats down on crew-cut heads,
And bare feet are cooled,
In the tub that waters the cows.

Our playground of trees and fields,
Unchanged since we arrived,
Makes summer’s end unthinkable.

Then comes the morning when all is packed,
And a cloud of dust masks a last view of paradise,
Once visible through the car‘s rear window.

Moving from road to highway,
Greens fade to gray,
And pastures and trees yield to asphalt and cement.

Bricks and mortar replace wood and nails,
As cookie-cutter buildings,
Blot out the sun.

Our arms sense a chill,
As the shadows grow long,
And without fanfare, it is fall.

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I was once captivated by the things you would say.
Just seeing you, would brighten up my day.
Now it seems as if that has all changed?
The only thing you do, is cause my heart more pain.
I wish I had known who you really were.
It wouldn't have been so hard.
The agony inside me, makes it hard to breathe.
The impact you had, was so hard to believe.
Now the walls are there, forever guarding my heart.
If only they had been there, to protect it from the start.

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September fall

September leaves fallen and flew towards the empty sky.
enchanting my world to bring glorious color,
purple, gold, and yellow shades that sing a blue chorale.
That echoes beneath the silence of September fall, to	
embrace the sounds that bring, the	
melodious symphony that plays deep in my heart. 
Bringing back the old familiar string of yesterday, to
engulf every note that sways on dancing clouds
remembering the dance step, I forget somehow.


September 8, 2011

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Season's Change

Spring how wonderful for alas it is here
Birds fly all around making good cheer
My lover sits close to me and whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" 

Summer how splendid the pool parties began and all the kids hope it will never end
And then my lover comes to me and looks me in my eyes with sincerity  and says              "I'll always love you my darling" 

Fall has it all as the wind calls to the trees as their leaves fall and turn colors from what use to be green
As far as my eyes can see they cover the ground
I look for my lover but he can not be found
I call for him but he does not reply
Perhaps I will see him another time

Winter sets in  followed by cold icy winds
It blows poor trees which are now dead and bare
The sky has turned gray and the flowers have gone away and now I see snow
But where my lover is I still do not know
The snow touches my skin with soft icy pains of sadness 
With a broken heart comes many things anything but gladness

Weeks go by but it is not yet spring 
The snow has all melted and dead grass is all I see
Then I look into the distances for something has caught my eye
"Oh My!"  I cry it is my lover I see
I run to him and grab him joyfully
But that joy was short lived as he pushes me away
With his face like a storm he says "I don't love you anymore" 

Like seasons people also do change 
I know this now as I slowly turn and walk away....  

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You didn't really say goodbye to me,
As you, waving your hands and half-pouting,
Barely even glanced at me, then left.
At the time, who knew these moments were numbered?
I swear I saw your complexion turn to a rustic sunset,
As fall dawned on me, and realized that your winter is nearing,
One did not know that you were a leaf,
Nor did one expect that you would be leaving so soon.
Leaving is what leaves do, and
I now dread seeing you any more than I have to,
All I can hope for is your goodbye;
The fates are unkind if that is all there is for one to hope.
They say leaves fall before it gets cold.
Nay, it will grow colder upon your leaving,
I still dream that you magically turn into a branch, or bark, or root,
Or that at least, I too would be a leaf, and fall with you
Unto this earth, as it prepares to dream its better dreams.

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Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.

Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 

Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 

O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!

Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 

Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The 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 

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Fall comes then the crushing pain comes and make 
me feel depress tears come out and shine 

Then winter freeze every feeling and sadness
that make me fall to my knees 

Here comes the spring that makes the inside
fade and come next year 

Summer where have you been happyness, mistreated and 
memories still remain 
but better days are here to
stay too

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The Sins I Commited When I Loved Him Too Much.

I knew the rules, the engagement of us, he had a wound on his chin, he told me it was ages

he told me about her, he never spoke her name softly enough.

I sat on floors as I looked out windows, I stared for the time it took him to pull his
jeans up, I heard his fingers fumble at the button, his callouses rubbing against metal
and the quick goodbye of a zipper, and I knew it was summer, but the sun seemed to mock
me, the sun rose two hands too far for me to feel her.

“One day, one day, you'll love only me,” I whispered to myself, loud enough to break the
silence but quiet enough so he wouldn't know he had hurt me, though my tone wasn't
convincing and I could never stop the tears.

I pressed my back against pillows and sunk quietly into where he lay his head as I closed
my eyes, I made myself familiar with the fabric of blankets, the soft pattern of quilts
and discovered a new way to hide, and I hid from him so he would stay...

I would have done anything if he would just stay.

He reached over to kiss me, to touch my cheek and run his hand over the freckles no one
ever saw, he smiled for a second, for the moment it took for me to curl up into him, my
lashes tickled his arm, my tears traced over his tattoo and I found it hard to let go.

I composed myself, I looked into his eyes, I thought about how sad it was that I begged
for him even when he was right there, I stopped for a second when he opened his mouth, I
followed the trails of his breath as if they were swimming through my air, and he told me
that I was the only one who ever made him happy...

I shook my head, I blinked and found love to be ironic because the feel of him was killing
me, I kissed him, lips meeting and sins committed, and for the time it took him to walk
out my door, I turned my head and stared out my summer promising window...

just to watch him leave.

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These soft orange blossoms
are more colorful and fragrant
than the velvety, wild roses...
hastily clinging to sturdy sunflowers' stems,
fretting a danger too real and so imminent.

His manly hands attacked her in an orchard of beautiful roses, 
and she left blood stains on those delicate, scattered petals...
who did hear the young virgin's painful cry,
subdued by the quails' loud twitter in the shady elms' branches? 
Some did, but continued to walk and let her die!

Her mother wailed under the weeping, embracing elms... 
they saw her child struggle and despair, but they couldn't help;
why did that brutal man raped her and beat her to death?
And what kind of punishment he deserves for that cruel act?
Wouldn't a just judge be furious and imprison him for life?

A light wind detached the soft orange blossoms from the branches,
and let them gently fall on her violated body to cover with dignity 
the purest and youngest blood spilled in the meadow of clovers;
God Himself cried from His throne, and sent His angel of mercy
to the sorrowful and lamenting earth, which had seen the eyes of innocence.  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Dark Days

The day has darkend
 And the lagoon has frozen
 Death could come anytime

Details | Haiku | |

A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes

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The Forgetfulness of Tuesdays.

She studied her shoes for ages, laces frayed from her obvious clumsiness

He touched her arm, lightly, as tornadoes settled themselves and memories
fought the weather,
her hair, it seemed, was nappier on Tuesdays, and he tousled her
when she woke up.

"Please" was always spoken too lightly,
she fell inside herself with the familiarity of requests
and apologized for winter's mess,
she shook her head,
her eyes always fell on Tuesdays,
and sighed, for how is tragedy

He snapped pictures for their calendars, she pasted them above
dates and message boards on smudged kitchen walls,
she fell in love with the deterioration of paper
and decided hate would fit
the stacked boxes above her refrigerator sang out lonliness
and the letters that wrote out their connection
on Friday nights
spoke now of neglect.

She walked through hallways, lit dimly by apple cinnamon scented candles,
and watched her shadow lead her though
silent rooms,
her fingers slid across the cracks that had become the voices of abused dishes
and anger, in January, when Tuesday's sun rose too cold,
when Friday nights made her
and the sweaters he laid upon her shoulders became threadbare,
for this was neglect
weaved in between with the threads of spoken love.

Day breaks in the middle of thought sometimes, as silence breaks
with breathing,
and there was a reminder at twelve twenty seven a.m.
that he was there and dreaming,
that she was useless, save for the hair that tickled her cheeks when they became rosy
from the wind that stung her alabaster skin on
Friday nights in January
and she tied her shoes, certain that the laces would soak in puddles
of melting ice,
walked through doorways as her shadow followed her
to the portrait of hope where alone wasn't signified
by the beating hearts that forgot to love
on Tuesdays.

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It was born in the spring with hundreds of others
with always the closeness of sisters and brothers
As days passed by it grew bigger and stronger
and grew to maturity, a youngster no longer

Days turned to weeks as it basked in the sun
Its colour was beautiful, second to none
Weeks turned to months it now was full grown
and then it produced offspring of its own

Its offspring grew larger and then left the nest
to further the species with all of the rest
Its job was now over its colour was fading
Old age and disease its body invading

And then came the autumn of its short life
A life so productive and full of much strife
Now it was weary its life nearly over
Soon will be time to lie in the clover

As winter approached its kin were all dying
They couldn't hang on despite all their trying
Fewer and fewer of its companions were left
and now it was feeling completely bereft

So now its alone, its companions all gone
Where there were hundreds now there's just one
Now it hangs on alone waiting to die
Its life nearly over 'twill be gone by-and-by

I saw it this morning still hanging around
awaiting its end under the ground
A life full of happiness, sadness and grief
On a tree in the garden hangs the last lonely leaf

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Woke up with a terrible headache,
pounding this brain, spoiling the taste
of the delicious mocha coffee I sip;
tired of watching the urban morning news,
troubles abound, so do my Holiday blues.

And a blank mind void of inspiration
adds to my unbearable, changeless woes;
wouldn't someone cheer me up, and with a convulsion,  
revive my weak breath risking annihilation?
Fresh air, crisp and fragrant, is needed into my lungs. 

A blue and bright sky isn't sought after when it's frigid,
all my body wants to do is keep itself warm by this fireplace,
watch the log's fire rising amid the reddish bricks of the chimney walls...
imagining throngs of scintillating fireflies float on a mild summer's evening;
wouldn't a hot bowl of chicken soup will revive me and do me good? 

And a blank mind void of inspiration
can spend a whole day in idleness when thoughts do escape;
and once they are gone, they are lost forever to memory and vision,
but wouldn't this be an horrible thought to hold them in my grip,
wanting them to stay...not to connote guilt?

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

A Wintry Dawn

Bathed in eternal twilight the city sleeps,
While the fangs of a restless wind
Hounds it four corners.

Mists of breath rise,
From the one who walks -
Through the eerie shroud
Of padded footsteps and ticking time.

Gray - 
Looming from the stillness
Engulfing the light.
As the Sun battles for its place
In the pinnacle of mankind's vision.

Louder than any sound
Kissing mortal ears
Defying life.

And still he walks
In solitude. 
In gray.

Details | Ballad | |


Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?

I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!

I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!  
 I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
 you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world! 

My long nights are as cold 
as these smooth satin sheets...  
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going 
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!

The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!  

Details | Free verse | |



Do you remember hazy days in Paris?
Mornings painted with rain
delicious sunshine dancing on wet streets
like warm tears
washed away now with your reflection
in the quiet certainty
of a June morning

Details | Free verse | |

Me in December

me in December is missing. 

i am found at all other times of the year

but right now...everything is severing

coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.

you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing

contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting 

green red, red green...snow topped mountains

it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that 
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music 
coming from your heart. 

it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in 
December is in mourning

i am missing...

Details | Acrostic | |

Beginning of an End

On this 
Everything that 
Loves will loose.
Everything that lives
At last will die.
Forts will crumble.
Fate will step back
And nap.
Lovers will cry and heartache will
Laugh. Tonight in the 
Still Wind Cold.  

Details | Narrative | |

For Mark

His home is always
where he is –

Beneath the trestles
of clattering trains, he huddles
in the damp & sandy wind,
eyes across the ocean,
sandwich crumbled,
filthy in his coat pocket

His home is just
where he is –

Now inside a box behind a dumpster in the middle of downtown nowhere, 
surrounded by the 
bizarre aroma-therapy of steaming, festering garbage 
His home is exactly
where he can
no longer go –

Inside the placid, welcoming walls
of the house
where his sanity lives


He stumbles, aching,
crying from his
crying from his soul –

His pants encrusted 
with what he could not leave behind, 

His hands 
clutching a desperately empty bottle, 
His hair in stringy,
unkempt ribbons,
slapping his face in the wind


He, trapped & terrified
in a life beyond his living,
seeks suicide
by public transportation,
wishing it could all
just be over

Wishing he could somehow
force his feet to take his body
into the path
of the oncoming bus –

But the driver
will not mow him down,
will not have him on her conscience –

She refuses his anguished gift
of responsibility
& slams the bus to a squealing,
furious, bone-shaking stop
& screams at him


I will not do it!"

Sad, relieved, horrified, pleased,
he views the scene as
one more evidence
of his beleaguered, hated,
ridiculed immortality

And laughs his drug-indentured way
back to the motel 
which has a dumpster 
behind which he can once more 
box himself in 
until he thinks he can afford to
take the public transportation system on 

And maybe this time, he’ll 
find his win, 


be successful 

And never have to live 
inside these walls of pain 


which he only knows as home 

Details | Rhyme | |

The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night
A horror unfurls
As they leave their trenches
Under the Bagpipes skirl

It's Christmas Eve
In World War One
Over the top they leave
The killing has begun

Knee deep in mud
Barbed wire and bodies
The piper laments
Their bravery embodied

To march into battle
With their weapon of pipes
Whilst bullets and bombs
Leave the theatre in strife

Onward they march
Turning men into hero's
The battle of the Somme
Last centuries ground zero
What makes such a man
To enter a war
His weapon of music
That they follow him for

Amongst the men that fall
Others pick up their guns
When the piper falls
Their is no one

On this cold Christmas Day
The horrors have been unfurled
As one looks over the trenches
To a different world

But the very next day
In the distance you will hear
The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes
Leaving their enemy in fear

        In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers
who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered

Details | Triolet | |

The Bitter Wind

Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song autumn cloaked in gusts of silence Forlorn, the nightingale is still ominous clouds conquer dawn’s light a somber moon has left the sky Forlorn, the nightingale is still bitter is the wind without song

Details | Cinquain | |

Flooding Rivers (Cinquain)

Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts

© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved

Details | Ballad | |


As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!

Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?

Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy! 

Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!

Details | Haiku | |

The full moon

On this summer’s night
There is full moon in the sky
But I want to cry!

Details | Ballad | |


I remember seeing you walking downtown,
flashing such a revealing smile in early fall;
and I,attracted by your charm,
could not resist you at all..
because pretty is too incredible
to describe you and not to pray for a miracle!

I've walked in this noisy piano bar...
unawarely of you being there,
and he's touching you with his jealous hands,
giving me such unpleasant glances;
oh, he's making you the center
of his attention...noticing how I stare!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you otherwise,
'cause you deserve a guy who has a sweet voice,
and runs his fingers on your quivering skin so fair:
to make you feel sensations you never felt before...
turning you into a more passionate woman,
who desires the touch of a real man!

I wish you were really free,
so you'd be part of my wonderful destiny;
and with these emotions exploding inside,
there's no hope for me go wild...
having you on those nights, filled with bliss,
until you are in a flood of warm kisses!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you,
and that thought can't keep me apart
from your sad eyes that speak of hurt;
dream of me and I'll dream of you...
let's make believe we are this close,
and that an impossible love we never choose!

Details | Free verse | |

Winter Solace

O that winter
Could calm the raging storm
That her kisses so tender
Would silence tempestuous fire
Cradle me in her icy embrace
Let her pure snow
Blanket over every hurt
And freeze these endless tears
May arctic lullabies
Lull me 
Into slumber eternal
Where dreams of crystalline flakes
Cover, conceal tragic memories
Until this anguished heart
Is laid to rest
No more to suffer
Another tortuous, heavy beat
Let me sleep 
Forever in winter's loving embrace.

Details | Blank verse | |


Rain brings sadness  I can’t smile.
Like a tear flow from my eyes.
Just like blue songs 
that hurting me deep inside

Rain reminds about the past
like a shadow come and go through
some are joy and others not
maybe laughter, but it was sad

suddenly, no more days to be fun.
No hearts bloom and to be glad
Verdant colors turns into gray

Good times had been faded away
what is left? And you feel bad
Rain make me feel lonely.
When the days will get lovely?

Details | Free verse | |

Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul

Details | Lyric | |

Merry Christmas To You (not me)

Away from him,
Away from them.
I dread it 
Like a rose without a stem.

There, I'm away 
From all my sad tears,
Away from the cold,
And even farther from the fear.

Away from all the dark
Memories of cruelty.
When you're away from that,
It can be hard to be merry.

Still, trim the tree.
Put up those stubborn lights.
I'll wear my santa hat.
Still try to make the season bright.

Light up the place with smiles!
Don't be overwhelmed with gloom!
Decorate the house really pretty,
Just please don't blame me if I'm in my room.

Details | Ballade | |


Whats up with all the pain??
It never seems to change!
Babies on the street,
Friends that were once sweet.
People here and there,
Torn up everywhere.
Families torn to shreds,
But the cycle never ends.
And when the pain subsides,
Your on another ride.

Details | Free verse | |

Not a Tear

Not holding back a thing
like the telephone, it does not ring.
I lost the song the notes floated away.
Been dreaming way to long so goes
the lover's broken song.

Lost the key and the door is locked.
it will come as a shock I know.
But this desert rose is dry and 
tired she’s moving on now.

No holding me back now I am
moving along .
not sure, what took me so long to 
decide what is best for me.

Perhaps it was the misspelled title
of those hidden longed for
dreams and the spell when I fell
for you so long ago.

The door is locked
the rain is pouring outside.
I forgot the phone just let it ring.
Did not look back I went straight
ahead to the dry desert.
Going to rescue that rose
before it is too late.

Going to beat fate at its 
own game make it bow in shame
taking her back where she
belongs being herself
once more.

No tear...
not even one tear...

Details | Free verse | |

Timely Expressions (from My Secret Sin)

Time don’t smile
I accept with open arms
The hardships wished upon this child
Time won’t smile
Scars for souvenirs
Symptoms of a lonely mans mile
Time don’t smile
My senior year nearly lost
I promise it’s everything but false
Generosity of a kind mans heart
Sacrificed happiness remaining the cost
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Yet I put two negatives together
And on the other end of the equation I saw a light
No need to become sentimental
My misery is all but instrumental
After while hope will be widespread
I mean continental
Speak soft to me mother
Let your prayers reach my heart, ever so gentle
And out here it ain’t all bad
Mistaken guilt for love, what you call sad
Internal bleeding
Still on my soul eternity is feeding
It’s all in good deeds
A palm full of trust is all I’m needing
LSD, stress , a bit of Hennessey
Got me blessed with bad tendencies
Why does it seem disaster is so kin to me
White roses, Grave yard dozers, and spiritual imposers
Has my life at a sudden closure
Time won’t smile

Details | Couplet | |


I could tell it was raining before I even heard 
The pitter patter of little drops

Because it was hard for my body to get out of bed again
But what am I saying!? It's always hard for me

To escape the colored covers and my dreams
It's hard enough to exist in reality

Let alone be forced into it by the bring of an alarm.
It was always easy to make someone laugh

It's like this life has been one long headache
And my days are one Advil after another

I close my eyes hard enough to escape 
And i can't close my ears or ignore the sound of the clock 

Telling me to wake up.
Telling me to wake up.

They say after the rain there's a thousand 
Poetry submissions titled "the rain"

So this will go un-submitted 
Just like a thousand others

Details | Ottava rima | |


Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.

I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 

A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.

Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Lyric | |


Fly me to the Titan
Let me walk among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Venus, Jupiter and Saturn
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, Honey  kiss me
now and then

Fill my heart with peace
Let me smile  for ever more
You are all I long for
All I desire

In other words, please be loyal
In other words, I love you so 
Please come here!

Details | Free verse | |

The Compromise Years

Foreboding night of mist twined with shadows of glowing lamplights.
She was standing there under the lamplight post,
her weathered cylinder mechanical smile,
in photogenic reverse.

Seemed she had been waiting for sometime
like the years end of mature thyme.
Graceful movements her hands went to work
caressing an imaginary spot in her palm.

Her head lifted towards the voices ahead
thoughts grasping the spilled syllables of conversation.
Without a speck of rationalization her eyes lit
her countenance sparked.

Her disappointment registered once more
as the couple passed.
Her hands began to massage the aching spot
in the middle of palm.

Her heart swallowed whole the womb of
age and disengaged as she remembered the
long wait of a promise the years of compromise.

Another year approaching her weathered mechanical
smile faded to a line.
Her arms sleeved in the coolness of the night
under the shadowed glow from the lamplight.

Details | Senryu | |

Time of Change

The scent of autumn
Passing slowly through the town
Is all I notice

Details | Free verse | |

Childhood's End




the snow

isn’t magic


Details | Rhyme | |

Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…

The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | I do not know? | |

Christmas Cares,A Rich Man Stares !

Christmas carols linger in the air...Except
for the homeless and hungry,who could not
do anything else but to hunger and not care!
Songs of merryment are unleashed into the
busied city streets...The well to do are
out buying caviar and champaigne,and silken
sheets!TV ads give messages to go out and
spend...While the holidays bring to the
poor,only hunger and suffering in sight,
that will seem to never recede and end!
How can the rich sleep at night,knowing that
the poor sorrowfully suffer?It is indeed to
bed,for those unfortunate,hungry people
who cannot afford to buy or eat a
well nourishing supper! 

Details | Rhyme | |

Three Wooden Crosses

beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses

such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses

fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen

mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow

waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent

out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds

ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load

spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost

but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive

Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt

Details | Haiku | |

Clear And Present Danger

clear present danger
what is one to do but - then
to submerge great depths

Details | Concrete | |


The origami nooks and folds
of thoughts pushed down inside,
pockets deep and intricate
where mazes often hide,
and grow,
and bend,
and twist,
and crease,
and wait upon the day
when all the things we never 
tell ourselves come out to play.

Details | Ballad | |

Till We Meet Again

Under the sun Under the moon Under the stars
I'll wait here for you
Threw the wind Threw the rain Threw the snow
Our heart will always grow
Over the mountains Over the seas Over the miles
I wish you were here with me
In our words In our letters In our e-mails
That's all that matters
Without our honesty Without our trust Without our love
That wouldn't be enough
Out of hate Out of anger Out of war
My love will be forever yours
With our hopes With our dreams With our prayers
We will always be forever there. . ..

Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.

I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.

Details | Free verse | |

A Native Winter

Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow
the natives struggle to survive
their daily lives disrupted
returned overnight to the past
living as their ancestors did
the warm fog of their breath
quickly dissipates in the frigid air
doing battle against the cold
some are defeated, overcome by the mist
they go peacefully in the night
each morning the icy land emerges slowly
cold, darkened hearths await the light
one that takes many  days to arrive
the only heat comes from 
the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips
daily they wait
eeking out an existence
waiting for their world to reawaken
from it's winter slumber.

dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that 
ripped through the country January 2007

Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  

Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest

Details | I do not know? | |


The Sunday mundane mowers mow
The hush of summer
Calm and slow,
A sudden abundance 
Of people fresh from hibernation
Lull in the lazy languid
Heat and warm sensation
For me the weather is turning,
The rain is so near 
I can taste it on my tongue
So near I can breathe it in my lungs
Stop the dam mowing
In my world it’s snowing.

Details | Sestina | |


Abundant rains pelt
on the window's foggy glass
with a rhythm too sad;
mist, raindrops and dreariness
deepen my nostalgic mood:
when sunshine was felt at noon....

The orchard's petals 
adorn the small cupid's head
over the fountain:
an oasis for robins;
today, they don't warble,
but sip water from their well...

From this window-sill,
daisies, dangling from their vase,
struggle on their stems  
only to commiserate, 
with their sympathetic glance,  
my nostalgic mood of brighter days...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |

Summer's Fade Out

A whispering farewell
Of the Breeze in late August
It is turning cooler by Day
The Nights arrive quickly
That much earlier to stay
Swimming trunks in the draw
Short sleeves,back in the trunk
Fall is approaching
Her voice faintly heard
 LifeGuards are leaving
The Beach to be tightrope
Children return to the School Hustle
Winter is around and about
Slowly on the horizon
As we gaze for one more time
Summer's Final Fade Out

Details | Quatrain | |


A bon vivant lyfestyle 
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.

Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes, 
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.

Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood 
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.   

And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.

So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Epitaph | |


Our men of steel 
Our men of good will
Only those who stand 
On this tempered platform
When nothings left
Only man
O men of steel
O men of will 
What can one do?
When all is gone 
In which he is to pursue
Men of steel 
Men of good will 
Does silence 
No longer cure 
A curious mind
Your foot steps 
Your everything
All is mine 
O men of steel 
Could this be?
The end of will 

Details | Bio | |


Leaves blowing gently
On this hot summer day
No time to enjoy it
I've got bill to pay
Broken heart on the phone
Clinging desperately to hope
"Please don't leave me"
How can I cope?
Brand new love
Growing stonger every day
Leaving me breathless 
As he sweeps me away
Mother and brother
Slowly sinking down
Deep into their bottles
Slowly sinking down
Moldy old house
Not fit to live in
Landlord promises help
But he just won't give in
Leaves blowing gently 
In their lazy summer way
Still got no time
Same story different day

Details | Free verse | |

The Seeds of Fear

Nature can exist without any sunlight.
The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance
sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and
from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear.

The garden is dampened by the tears
of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving
beneath the shade of the great ash trees.
Their roots and their branches connect the underworld
with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea.

And the shadow exists between these planes 
where it relies on the fruit fallen from the
Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow
in the Orchards of Loss
reminding us, with each passing season, 
as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees,
that immortality exists.

Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity
that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence
behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear.
A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with
Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope.
Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness
and reaches the senses of all that venture through.

Details | Free verse | |

Fading with Tomorrow (from My Secret Sin)

Here and now is all we have
A chance to tear, a chance to laugh
Reach out for something more to grasp
At times I could dream upon quiet nights
A happy home,
Hot chocolate and faded porch lights
Don’t cry your tears
For they’ll only fade with tomorrow
As time leaks, truth speaks
Come eye to eye with romance
A new face to meet
So many peers around me
Even out in the clear troubles surround me
Please, don’t cry your tears
For they will only fade with tomorrow
My hours consist of mislead love
Late night clubs 
A few warm hugs,
A couple of lonely shoulders with shrugs
My peers say there’s nothing I couldn’t conquer
Yet my popularity allows loneliness to ware on me
Never could defeat my guilty conscience
For now it only cares to own me
But don’t cry your tears
For they’ll only fade with tomorrow
So much pressure consumes this life of mine
Then again, 
There I go being selfish and wasting our time 
I’m wading through the world’s insanity
Yet I’m lost in my own misery
Stranded tears of thee
Would any of you care to see
Please don’t cry your tears, 
For they will only fade with tomorrow
I’m so desperate to live long
So hard to carry on, when nobody loves you
I’m curious, 
Over the edge are they eager to shove me 
Say grace from above me
Pick me up, dust me off, and hug me
In reality it’s alright to dream
But above life it’s broken schemes

Details | Free verse | |

Picture Me At Ease (Angel of Sadness)

Picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze 
The characteristics in my personality 
so hard to please 
Saturday mornings it’s Ric D’s 
Another mother 
trying to feed her family from her knees 
It’s all good in your eyesight 
But you and I 
were born to stand on the other side of right 
And I can’t reach for heaven 
For the statistics say I’m only five, seven 
I just want you to picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze 
Fact is after the hugs, kisses, and unfortunate risk 
Yes my dreams will shatter 
The past is made 
yet the future remains a broken pattern 
My only token is plastic leather, “Plather” 
I’ll be here, therefore and after 
Someone to grasp you, embrace your tears 
But picture me at ease 
Just think of me enjoying one last breeze 
And it’s the same depressing song 
That keeps us stretching past the wrong 
Smiles and guilt trips 
cause we are only stressing to live long 
Better yet it’s a blessing to rest at home 
My can tin’s filled with nothing 
My palms is blistered, my misery telling me to toughen 
I’m living to die 
So I don’t often bother with breathing 
Nonsense is adolescents teething 
But picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze

Details | Lyric | |

It's Easter

Woke up this morning, in my home all alone
Set up your picture, in the hall by the phone
I glanced at the kids faces, hanging there on the wall
Dropped to my knees and prayed, there in the hall

I looked out in the yard, through the kitchen window
Saw white and yellow tulips, blooming beside our broken home
And there on the table, set the empty Easter baskets
Oh! Now my heart is filled, with all of my regrets

Today the sun is shining down, on the yard so bright 
The grass is all new, looking so fresh and green
Oh! darling It's Easter, It's Easter
Last night you packed and left, after our terrible fight
Oh! but darling, you have to know 
That those words, I didn't mean
Darling It's Easter, It's Easter

Now I'm standing here knee deep, in this bed of  flowers
As my eyes start to drop tears, down like April showers
Oh! darling I can't bare, being alone on this Easter day
My God  please open your eyes, and turn around today

I know now, that I've been taking you for granted
But if you come back, I promise I'll be the man you wanted 
For this is to be, one of the happiest days of the year
But darling you left because of me, and now I shed these tears

Today the sun is shinig down, on the yard so bright 
The grass is all new, looking so fresh and green
Oh! darling It's Easter, It's Easter
Last night you packed and left, after our terrible fight
Oh! But darling, you have to know 
That those words, I didn't mean
Darling It's Easter, It's Easter

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Am Unbroken Still

Though your words break my heart,
crushing me deep inside;

Though your words hurt me,
though they be without faith;

Though you cause my heart to cry,
and bring tears to my eyes;
       I am unbroken still!

Though you doubt my love for you,
though you do not understand;

Though you know not, The Truth,
and your eyes are without sight;

Though you do not believe on GOD,
and despise his Gospel I share;

        I am unbroken still !

Though your heart knows no fear,
and you've no hope within;

Though you be angry with me,
though you make my heart often heavy;

Though you break my heart in two,
and ask me not to pray;

        I am unbroken still !

Even though you say, '" don't pray ",
pray I will for you, because Jesus Saves,
and because of Him,...
       I am unbroken still !

Details | Narrative | |

The Graveyard

The wind seemed colder that December day,
as I walked among the graves marked with
marble so gray.
Some had a story carved for all to see,
while others were just marked, Rest In 
Pictures of the deceased, were on a few,
as I looked a little closer,
to see how many I knew.
Then in the distance, 
I saw a crowd,
another loved one to be buried,
then my head I bowed.
Old graves stood out,
their markers so tall,
darker than most,
like shadows at nightfall.
Sad to think, some had to die so young,
but way back then, not much could be done.
Strange it may seem,
to visit the dead,
but facinating to me,
on the life they led.

Details | Rhyme | |

Santa's Take

What a special time of year....
 I,Santa and my minion of elves
making a gazillion toys for all
the giddy girls and boys.

Just what are some of the things they
will find under the tree? Let's see !!

Colorful cars that go vroom vroom
and twin engine planes that zoom.
Remote control trucks that 
tumble around the room.Oh these
things simply can't come too soon!

There's the cute little doll house
with a canary canopy and the stocking 
stuffed to the brim with sugar coated candy.
Oh my, what about the indestructable 
tank with the turret that pivots or the
tried and true toolset equipped with 
screwdrivers, pliers, hammer
and yes, even a rack of rivets.

I almost forgot about the long-legged dolls
with their fancy silk sweaters and dresses.
Oh how  girls love those that talk or cry,
or ..... yes, even make little messes.

Then there  are teddy bears,dolphins,
monkeys, ...stuffed animals of all kinds.
Oh, is it possible for the youngsters
to get these tantalizing toys out of their minds?

Chutes and Ladders,Candyland, Twister,
Guess Who, a smorgasboard of board games.
Oh yes, after this Christmas Day, 
nothing could ever be the same.

Then there are cd's, dvd's,mp3s
you name it, even cell phones to call.
And no, that's certainly not all.
Catchers mitts, frisbees,yo-yo's or 
better yet, a new leather basketball.

Robots, Light Bright,Spirograph,
we are busy making toys for tots.
And I don't think I need to tell you
No matter how you slice it... there's alot.

But I'm running out of time here  you see
and there's no limit to what 
can be found underneath the tree.
Every year Christmas provides a new story.

I know I hold a special place in 
the hearts of people both young and old.
But I will be the first to admit
Christmas is not about me or what's
under the tree, but might I be so bold

as to say we must not forget that the real
Christmas story is all about love.
It starts and ends with  the gift of Jesus
sent to us from His Father above.

For without that very "special delivery"
Christmas Day we wouldn't even celebrate.
No, as a matter of fact, December 25th
would simply be just an ordinary date.

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Son Rise (from Scenes from Above)

Wave goodbye Tomorrow 
Die, drown another victim in yesterdays sorrow
This is goodbye tomorrow 
No tides to borrow 
So goodbye tomorrow 
Yesterday gone, tomorrow not shown 
Today just a repetition of a sinners definition 
My hopes shattered 
How do I cope with my tears and matter 
Drooling of fantasy's when you had her
A poor mans paradise 
Adversity and no cares about life 
Living in hell and loving it 
Pivoting through bail and shoving it 
Shoulder blades cracked, collar bones crumbled 
Older, outdated, fact is to remain humble
Cemetery lust 
Post marriage life and fussing is a must 
Burning eyelids 
Is there even a such thing as baby's dying of SIDDS 
Irresponsibility, parent-hood and no agility 
Rapper and murderer's 
Yall are cursed, so don't even refer to us 
I'm blessed with stress, my life's a mess 
But for me happiness is only a test 
And when you see that sudden glow in my eyes
And the room flow's with goodbyes 
It will all come as no surprise 
That as I pray for tomorrow
I'll be taken before sunrise 
And maybe I'll get to witness again his Son Rise

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Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
It is time
of green corn moon.
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
They speak many tongues,
break words.
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
They still come.
Days grow less
like buffalo.
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
Their tribes grow.
I am Whispering Elk,
Our moons
grow few.  

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Bourbon on the breath

In this failing light

Beginning's start and end

Without Shade.

A single wave, my bones are lonely

But a ghost can’t whistle

Nor halt time, like the end of a Day.

And Flowers jumped

The air grew loose and Sloppy;

An immaculate slur present

in every gust and vowel.

Crumbled force of Clouds

I’ve earned this Right to Stand or Sit,

The Weather will not Move me.

If Deaths Mouth is Set

On Biting Faces,

Then what Matters the inside or out?

Wind and Water, Dirt and Spit,

 A Drunken Howl goes Crash! the Sky.

I sit among abandoned conversations and spilled

Quickly vanishing bright eyes.

Trees bend and snap

Waving me to Safety, “You Fool!” they Shout.

I breath In---

----a reply

                       Yes, yes…

“There’s Bourbon

                     On the Breath of God 



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April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?

The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?

The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?

April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!

Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!

April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!

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Times impenetrability halts me choosing how to articulate
The outlook winter that blows though my dark hair
My art and writing won’t terminate their daily debate
For writting is drifting my mind so the crayon I must adhere

Art I stand under with writing, for crafts pushes me to its side
A green smog corrupts the minds forcing to cut the link
To add drawing to my expressions though I can’t abide
For I have no eyes of the mind to express it in sight than in ink

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Goodbye summer days.
It's time for change, not for some.
Dead leaves sad soles.

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The Evergreens

"All night there was an ultra-white moon
and now this must be the inevitable freezing
dawn, orange and bright but blue around the
edges, a waning sun rising above a
sparkling landscape overcome with an
embroidery of black flowers and dwindling
death, which only annoys the evergreens,
ever the philosophical trees, scorning the
riotous existence of lesser plants, who
squander their legacies of light in desperate
displays of adulation beneath that ruthless
sky and then hysterically scatter seeds upon
an earth that is already hard as steel.

This arctic air arrives with super-sonic messages,
trumpeting that all this false gold and copper
stuff, seeming to flutter like paper money in
their twiggy fingertips, is merely a tribute being 
paid, in vain, to those metallic idols who stand
tall knee-deep in mirroring ice and never relent.

On TV just now, the police were yelling, "Freeze!"
and firing their guns at him, but the boy kept on
running because he came from a much hotter 
country and he didn't know the meaning of the
word until he was dying among the evergreens."

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Icy crysals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.
Covering the cold barren ground
With a layer of frozen elegance
And false comfort.
Concealing the lifelessness,
Dusting the comatose trees
With an illusion of vitality.
Branches jut out at the sky,
Clawing, struggling
For that last bit of warmth.
Innocent little flakes descend,
Enveloping the sickly talons
Under the smothering blanket.
Primped and powdered corpses,
Stiff and dead
But beautiful.
Icy crystals floating down;
So innocent, so pure.

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Malevolence (Karma for Demons) (Angel of Sadness)

She’s coming for me 
The things that I have said
Shh! I’m already dead
She’s coming for me
I’m laid back
But I spit like a demon possessed dragon
An angel colored in darkness
Drunken from life and staggering
What’s behind this kids eyes
The homeless shadow he carries alone
The story behind the songs
No I do not speak in tongues
To live a casual life is not to seek to be hung
There is no forgiveness for cursing your living 
Consequences circle my thoughts 
Shaded purple is my appearance for resisting the law
I can make my words seem of innocence 
Or I can make my words keen of relevance 
Two murders in Genesis
She’s coming for me
I lay down; I’m troubled in my peace
I wake up to visions of my flesh deceased
She’s coming for me
The things I’ve to often said
My souls coughing, seems I’m already dead
She’s coming for me 

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Something in the Icy Wind

There is something there
floating in the stinging air
cold yet calm
a collected psalm
it bears words of your embrace
and feels something of velvet and lace
the icy drops melt on my chin
pelting me with emotion again
something there amid rainy wind
tidings of a distant friend
I know all too well the things it has to say
and they hold true to this chilly day
you love me no more
either in heart or soul
no love for me can you hold
says the icy wind and its frigid lore

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Escaping reality
seems the only way
to really feel free;
lying back on a soft meadow,
looking up to see
the scarlet moon 
rushing against another shadow...
before the coming of dawn!

Losing what's not mine,
its very hard of letting go,
because it took more
that faith to get where I am...
and only be left with pride! 

I took a forgotten dream,
and turned it into a vision:
to set the mood of passion...
to steadly touch, not just feel!

Losing what' not mine
makes me doubt the meaning 
of those unconvincing words;
how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving,
too unpleasant to be remembered by time... 
to which everything belongs?

Every star has gone to another sky,
and the pale moon won't leave;
how should I forget about Eve,
if I have no strength to cry?


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Autumn Air

I get a smell of the autumn air
It's too soon but it's welcome
I feel a fall breeze
It covers me with warmth
it surrounds me
My stomach is turned to knots
my mind and body uneasy
But this is comforting
The fall smells so good, so clean
it's one of my favorite smells in the world
The air tells tales of Halloween and Thanksgiving
Things to come
Pleasant and sweet
But the air brings with it
memories of times pased
Good times and bad
All I can feel is happiness for the future
and sorrow for the past
Things, people, places
all unfinished business and "what if's"
So many lifetimes
all in one
My heart aches for the ones I've lost
I will never forget them
They will always be with me
No matter what time or place
I will never forget the ones I've shared time with
in the autumn air

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Tis the Season

The air is cold, clean, and crisp
Holiday Season is in full swing
Every house and yard aglow
Adorned with every twinkling colored light
Snowmen, Santa, even Toy Soldiers
Smile and wave from snow-covered lawns
Presents piled under evergreen trees
Blanketed with ornaments, tinsel, and lights
Stockings hung from the garlanded mantle
Bask in the glow of the crackling fire
Scenes inspiring peace, joy, and happiness
A season of giving, family, and love
Everyone's spirit is uplifted and bright
The world is overflowing with Holiday Cheer
How could this season be so dark for me
Then I remember-I dont have you. 

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The Big UnEasy

It was all good a week ago,
Bourbon Street was full of energy,
The air saturated with laughter, Gumbo, Jambalaya and Catfish.
The wind whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
Farewell to the last days of summer.
But in my slumber, hurricane season was here,
The wind no longer whispered, but she cried for help,
And suggested that we do the same.
As God's fury swept across the delta,
With a similar rage that had driven Hitler during the Holocaust,
The same "Big Easy" that was adored and cherished,
Had become as uneasy as an upset stomach.
In complete emotional distraught, I pinched myself,
Hoping to awaken from this Purgatory... and I did.
Only to find the ocean inhabiting the streets of New Orleans,
Filled with corpses, that swam through the water like schools of fish,
The air saturated with death, hunger, despondency and lamentation.
With my faith paralyzed, I turned to look up at the broken sky,
Seeking an answer from God about what had happened.
As if he had sighed before answering,
The same wind that had once whispered those sweet nothings, daintily cried,
Katrina, Katrina... Katrina.

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The days are cold and dark
There is no color no life
Simply shades of white and gray
The nights are colder still
Alone I gaze out at the world
All the hate all the controversy
I try to quiet my troubled mind
With thoughts that can only lead to chaos
Love is dead buried long gone
One simple thing is all I desire
So close but just out of reach
Help me please
Bring back the color the light
The warmth only you can give
I'm so cold so alone
Cloaked in the frigid darkness of my solitude
Like a flower in autumn

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Sated Salt

Salt are you worth it?
Salt of the earth are you then?
Salt old and seasoned

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My Last Night (Angel of Sadness)

I rose, I stood
It was a feeling somewhat good
I laughed, I talked
My forearms even looked
As if they contracted shaded chalk
My body, my shadow seemed to no longer stalk
These were the events I would present
The morning of my last night
Strange enough, I even toasted to breakfast
The humor in drowning in this lake last
You and me, together we’re going to make past
If I let go, then this song dies
And we become nothing more, than a repetition of tries
Ain’t it beautiful?
The things we grow to hate
We reach for in our final grasp
So soothing so cool
These are the things thought about
Mourning my last night
I shook hands
As if it were a normal day
I accepted the conclusion of a troubled man
I participated in a few random acts of kindness
I even cursed the face of a phantom in pure blindness
The things I accomplished
The morning of my last night

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Much More (My Secret Sin)

And I don’t want to miss you much more
Now you know what I want to keep in touch for
Cause I don’t want to miss you much more
You kept me from searching for something we each adore
Another knight leaving the fight in rusted armor
Closed your eyes and said bad luck was a charmer
Evil through mans vein
Supply most of the poverty and pain
Caught a tear drop 
Asked “you know who” when the rain would stop
Plagued by unemployment
I do nothing for my own enjoyment
What if I was spoiled, would I write the same
Maybe I’m just a brat without a name
Couple of friends misplaced
Riding high, now their shame is lowercased
I’d say be mine 
But I can see, you’re doing just fine
Going solo, playing water polo
Tracking wet feet in the dojo
Speak in violence
Got a fistful to try it in silence
Searching for something more to adore
But I don’t want to miss you much more

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Guard my heart from all the worldly pain
Bring peace to my soul
And from sin let me refrain
For I have been so broken for so long
By Your light teach me right from wrong
Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt
Bring me to my knees
And Your name I shout
The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light
To me bring goodness , love, and what is right.
Help me to believe Your word will prevail
When I was once so strong
Now I feel so frail
Bring me back to the place
Where the darkness is no more
Close my past, give me a future of hope
Let my heart soar
Take away the sadness
And bring joy back into my life
The pain is so deep.
It cuts like a knife
Where is the compansion that I'm longing for
Bring me back to the place of peace
that I was before
I know that place
I felt the warmth of Your light
Take my burdens and help me to win this fight

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A steadfast gust from the slamming of the door
grazed the terrain of her peach forearm
Her tiny chestnut hairs stood tall as
the ancient oak tree towering over their backyard

Signs of spring were blossoming 
While a once euphoric state withered around her
Plucking any stimulus from her diminishing being

Tears dangled on end 
of her spider-clumped lashes
She faught their release
for the journey down her visage 
would only confirm his twisted exposition

How could the beholder of guilt
Be the bearer of insult
He could accuse of her unfounded infidelity 
Well knowing his conscience was faulty

April rain purifies a soiled seed
Instilling deep within her
the catalyst for new being
A worthy blossom she is 
and wither she will not

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I guess I thought they'd never end--
Our days of green and blue,
When every crystal dawning
Was something fresh and new.

We loved and laughed the time away,
Two kindred spirits, we.
I guess I never thought, back then,
That summer's end could be.

But no season lasts forever;
The autumn leaves must fall.
And kindred spirits say goodbye,
When evening shadows fall. 

And now, as I experience
These days of brown and gray,
My lonely spirit's longing for
The one who flew away. 

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Heavens Above

Sleet clung to the eaves and dripped slowly down
As the mist laid a shroud on the face of the town,
And walking the main drag hill to the square,
I saw Icicles glisten from guttering, hung there
As spears of tears or the last wishes of raindrops
To solidify as decor on markets and chip-shops.
I saw in the demon haze of whiskey and beer
The beauty of winter glow white and austere.

And in the staggering of my ill-footed stride,
Felt the tilt of the earth as my eyes opened wide.
The ground, a conjurors tablecloth, pulled out from my feet,
Slowly, pin-wheeling arms, as my heart skipped a beat,
Or two or maybe three, I felt the night shift
‘Till I lay on my back in a frozen snowdrift.
Looking up at the heavens above, I saw stars
Skate across my red eyes as white glittering scars.

Later, picked up and dusted off, coat wet and cold
In the smoky pub clamour I sought to control
My more fanciful urges, curled my hand like a vice
About glasses of bourbon and chunks of cracked ice;
I could not suppress thoughts of the years I had seen
Whilst MTV blared from the huge plasma screen.
And as the chain stoking old year had minutes to die
I saw the stars rise again in my pickled mind’s eye.

When the countdown began, raised my glass in a toast
To all that would be and my favourite ghost;
To the heavens above, zooming far into space
Rose the exultant cries of the whole human race,
And I would like to say that I added my own
Though the truth is I never felt so much alone;
And in that aloneness wheezed loss and dismay
When the new year began and the old slipped away.  

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Life As A Song (Angel of Sadness)

Library lounge, It’s a sad, sad song
The bar scene period is a sad, sad song
Smoke purifies the air, still nothing terrifies my stare
Every episode, the same played scene
The strangers we rubbed and laid between
The washed up bartender, playing his hand 
Wife called three times, yet he’s staying to make a stand
Everything about this place is a sad, sad song
Each step we take, the making due with what’s left to bake
Burning crosses, turning to the open closest
After the bomb, no laughter to come
An early rapture for some
The flame that appears to be taking my soul
The mother who’s life revolves around another’s pole
Monroe, Louisiana, it’s a sad, sad story
The lives we lead, the heavy breathing
No response for the patients steadily leaving 
Frankin Parish High School 
The small town and communities, the empty liver pools
Nightmares that no longer bother you
Images that only seem cosper to you
Random flowers from strangers
Sadness that towers over angels
You life, my silent nights
Rain drops that trickle down my night stained windows
The shame that tickles my frown, no sins to close
The obsessions that claim our sanity
The morning dew that eats away at worn fabrics
Everything I just wrote nothing less of vanity
The guilt in my conscience, such a sad, sad song

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April Fools

The warming
muzzle of sun
burrows into
budding souls
till wind changes--
turns its back,
broods, then touches
us cold
as temperatures
and yes,
this is
the cruelest
month, the
naked temptress
of sateen summer.

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Shelter My Eyes (Angel of Sadness)

My heart don’t want to beat for me today
Arguments and bouts
We done drifted a good distance apart anyways
The measurement
Only teases as we wonder where the pleasure went
I’d hold my head, but she don’t want me here no more
I’m looking at heaven
But there is no happiness behind them doors
Momma say there’s a better man in change
I’m going to be the same
So there ain’t much this letter can change
I’m dying, bad thoughts seizing my brain
Smiles teasing my pain
And my heart is crying 
How could I not want to think of those tender moments again
Childhood memories, I don’t even know where to begin
Foster homes and social workers 
Lost my temper, but how could my vocals hurt her
I apologized; I even reached out and gripped your hand
Tipped you well 
Hoping that it would make it easier for you to understand
Besides I died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes 
As my enemies cried
I took one from the heavens and died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes
I swear my enemies cried 
As if they cared that I died 

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The World's Only Capture (Angel of Sadness)

Only my saviors childs are the this worlds capture
We sinners live to see the rapture
It was something more than a catastrophe
My conscience steadily asking me
Is the plan still to live life severe and disaster free?
My dreams are exhausted, seems temptation has reached the sky’s 
Sinners become saints, attempting to figure which prophecy lies
Veins constantly bleeding, I can feel my soul leaving
Yet I’m forever breathing
The curse of Kane
No flu shots cause I’m never sneezing 
Seems my misery is ever pleasing 
And with the mourning after
I wonder why these children are your lords only capture
Yet we sinners live to see the rapture
Label me sexiest, homophobic, homosexuals baring arms in marriage
A third of the world is gone
Bury baby Jesus with charms in his carriage
Execution of minors
I guess there’s nothing in this life finer
Dear child I watched your mother scrub the windows of that diner
Who am I to say that you are wrong? 
But who are you to weigh that child and determine if he’ll live long
Mr. President consistently stepping over hurricane victims
Misery no longer worry’s my pain, I can see it’s only a sitcom
Do you remember nine/eleven 
Simply because that September, down south was your only heaven
And as you galloped with the clouds 
Alqueda stood on it’s soil, it’s dust and dirt proud
But then again I’m wrong to speak out
But I guess making home is what being weak is about
A woman’s right is abortion
Perhaps it’s wrong but it’s only a portion
The tragedy’s we smile to see
The happy times are where we suffered above tiles to be
Breathing on my last breath
Leading my last steps 
Of coarse the worlds gone end
But it seems my saviors childs are the worlds only capture 

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Casual Dreams (angel of sadness)

As this city sleeps 
I give you open arms with more to keep
Now I'mma make you beg for mercy
As you would have me do
As the home crowd marinates and laughs at you
Even though the man is deaf I still say excuse me
I respect him as he was in place to abuse me
I laugh, I smile, in hopes that they won't 
A gasp, a given child, whom copes when they don't 
I've had this mark since birth
But it's so not a birth mark
I think it's a hurt spot, a dirt art
I feel like I died
Like I'm buried alive
The truth is I feel like I'm tired
Like I'm barely alive
Now my eyes are red
Heavy, Lively
Just a little past dead
A meal past bread
As this city sleeps
It dreams of a scene
A peaceful place in defeat

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The Loneliest Night Of The Year

As the lights die down in this old town
I sit and sip my beer;
Self-consciously I wear a frown
On the loneliest night of the year.

The revelry spills over distant hills
As the midnight hour looms;
Resignedly I raise my glass
To toast the lovelorn tombs.

For the buried days of all her ways
Seem to animate in my head;
Despondently I plead them live
And come back from the dead.

The sweetest face I cannot replace
With an ocean of spirits and wine;
Convulsed with tears, I taste her mouth
And grieve for she was mine.

Acting tough is never enough
And neither is alcohol;
Unfulfilled I fall to bits
For she who meant it all.

I sit and stare at an empty chair
And find that I believe
In self-destructive self-pity
On this coldest New Year’s Eve.

The fire goes out and I fully doubt
That the passing of a year
Might signify some bright new hope
For love and life and cheer.

I will drink some more then hug the floor
With nothing else to do;
For nothing is all I have become,
Nothing without you…

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The people sit iced
In the winter

In the dark
They tremble in shadows

The night is cold
The night is endless

They're frozen in the snow
Like roses

They're sleeping

The flowers echo the sun
No one watches
No one rises

The fire of hope is our warmth
The flam is weary
It will die soon

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It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       

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Autumn Fare

 The scent of earth after
a rainstorm
     rests weightless in the
 air swirling shiver around
my heart.
 Kicking up leaves that
     stick to my shoes
holding to.
     Breathing the scent
 of clean, pure

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Change of Seasons

 Fall breezes carry summer
scents fading
on wind tides grown
restless and

 Dandelion fluffs catch
on currents uneasy
spiraling among
the trees to tangle
in crackling leaves
       drifting ~
    to gather in the corner
of my doorstep . . .
to unsettle in a puff
the door slams shut.

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window-a prisoners saviour

One day Ill find a window,
Where the light shines through.
No more darkness, no more pain.
A pathway to my freedom;
A rope to save the fallen;
A direction on a barren lane;
The name of an unknown soldier.
A step into the future
And away from the past.
They say that light leads way to the Angels.
Twas the light of the Northern star
Which led the Magi to Bethlehem
To witness the birth of Christ.
	Its lets me know that existence still exists
Outside my black universe;
That off my black canvas
Lays a pallet full of colours,
And a world I cannot see.
	It stopped the loneliness
And lent me the gift of time.
If only I could reach
To feel the outside world,
To smell the flowers so sweet,
Wave the seasons goodbye
As they come and go.

But here, these chains encapture me,
Alone in this room-
Only a window for company.

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who cares

Should I be mad
or maybe not care
so many people who are just not there

My guess is that it no longer matters
but on your day 
what would you say
if I didnt call

O well

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The First Snow (Missing You)

The Leaves blow away
and so do my dreams
Lost like the day
Nothing is as it seems

The cold that is settling
over this place
Leaves no sign of you
Not even a trace

And October moves on
and November flies by
And the snow starts to fall
Swirls of white in the sky

And still you're not here
and the days still move on
And just like you're presence
my hopes are all gone

Will I ever again see you
or is this how it ends
Will we ever be lovers
or will we stay friends

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This is a breezy and starry night,
with no strange sounds to induce its mystery;
lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart
opening the pages of an unfinished diary...
as I sit alone drinking my bitter wine,
but it should be sweet to make me feel fine!

Has anyone seen me swelling with pride,
wrapping my arms around her hips
and pressing on her soft and scented lips...
until my wild kisses would make my sweetheart fall:
wasting not a minute to convince her how I felt inside?
How could her jealousy have been the cause of imagination?  
I couldn't help being noticed by ladies of indiscretion...
if I resembled an Adonis standing on a pedestal!

Should I find anyone to explain this rage with easiness?
Would anyone be willing to stand by me
and allow me to be the kind of lover I try to be,
or let me die without ever knowing the feeling of fullness?
I still wait by the doogwood tree
where that pretty star stood still...
giving us another reason to stay longer
by the glimmering waters of the river!  

This is a peaceful and wonderful night
hearing the invisible crickets share their delight;
I lie beneath the shadows of tall trees,
and make my wish for more dreams:
hoping to never feel this cold,
being fully loved and understood...
Consumed by incomprehension,
somehow swelling with pride,
and yet I rest amid the dreams of incompletion;
my restless spirit has wings to soar high,
but it needs the strongest wind to lift it up...
and make it float 'till it can't stop!

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Alabaster Wraith

The North Wind whistles as she lifts
her soft and sequenced hair,
her milky gown glows amethyst
as moon drops gather where
the Earth’s soft, gentle eyes fall closed
and tears arrest the night.
Her sleepy heart, to all exposed
abreast the piles of cold calcite.

I see her nearing silhouettes
her shadow long and bleached.
I’ve felt the chill of groaning bones
and heard Elysium beseech.
And so I wait through trials of
the Alabaster Wraith,
she dawns upon the still walls of 
a midnight void of faith.

White gypsum stars fall from her eyes
her hope all buried in the quiet.
Crescendos rise in moans and sighs
as Alabaster anguish riots.
She leaves a frozen chandelier
on every branch an blade of grass,
a billion shards of nature’s tears
like silver bells of glinting glass.

Oh, winter white symphonic, mute
her muffled voice like shuffling leaves;
winter’s sad lamenting flute
has petrified the autumn sheaves.
The alabaster wraith intrudes,
her silent chords of neutrals play
her sad requiems I can’t elude
as Earth is swaddled ‘neath her splay.

Her head held low, her eyes aloft
her face a shield of sleepiness;
her anger heavy, sadness soft
her weary smiles slowly undressed-
She leaves a silent sweet tranquility
upon the hush of nature’s breath
She rests in nature's mute soliloquy
beneath her shredded burdens depth.

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Waiting For You

'm still waiting for you 
in my mind
Though in reality I've left
you behind

Just like winters ice
 and snow
Seasons have to change
I know

But I'm still waiting, wishing
Wondering just how you're

With not seeing me like I'm
not seeing you
I wonder if you even feel
the same way I do

I never could tell really how
you were feeling
You seemed hurt, you seemed lonely
like you're heart needed healing

And in my mind I still see you
as clear as can be
and everywhere you are there
you're always with me

And the things that I vision
are like sewing the seams
and those seams turn to schemes
that get lost in my dreams

I can feel the cold air and
as I touch you're skin
Swirls of snow come and go
as I wake up again

As I think of you're face
and that time and that place
I miss you much more than
I missed you before

I always do wonder
if you even remember
that day you turned around
at the end of December

And you spoke those words
and I looked in you're eyes
You said I liked standing behind you
yes time truly flies

Since that moment you said that
has it been months or years
My sense of time fell behind somewhere
lost in my tears

And that chill, yes the chill
I loved you and the cold
But they said I was to young
and that you were to old

But I don't believe them
and I hope you don't too
I was just to shy to ask
if you feel like I do

And than it was to late
for words I needed to say
and before I even knew it 
The time flew away

And its how now, so hot now
cause Summer is here
But Winter still grips me
I can still feel it near

And so now I am waiting
very calm, very still
In my mind all the time
For  that cold winter chill

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Walls of Berlin (Angel of Sadness)

Will I grieve you, only if you grieve me
Said you couldn’t rest
So I lay in this casket with you
A bouquet in a basket, why risk the truth
Delusional I may be
A happy ending, a sympathetic conclusion
Is something we’d pay to see
Cross your arms and lay with me 
The aspects it’s okay to be
You or me, whom shall we grieve
There are certain things I need from you 
Like we feed
There are pertinent things I need you to do
As we grow to be adults
We simply do what needs to be done
Across from the morgue
Smiling faces soaked in with the sun
Outside these walls of Berlin
Suited individuals call for her sins
Will you grieve me, only if I grieve you
Through the many hours of this day 
Tragic circumstances flower our May
In a declining sun set it reflects from my window pane
A metaphor of my life lived in feign
As if I demand that you be my friend 
Take this childs hand to the end
Down those spiral steps 
Admire the depths of a single breath
Your or me, whom shall we grieve?
A mother dropped her bags to comfort her daughter
On and on through the years she brought her
These missing links of murder 
Kissing a stench never before heard of 
Full of bars, cool as scars
Precious jewels of mars
Like I lost my tongue 
I’ll start a thousand wars
For I will not be forgotten!!!

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September sadness, sweet and sour,      
A dagger piercing heart and soul.
Nostalgic flood tides rush to shore,
With tender memories of old.
Cicada swan songs wax and wane
In melancholy symphony.
Secluded crickets strum their harps
In monotonic harmony.
A carefree summer sounds retreat
Before the mellow, golden haze.
Autumn sadness fills our lives
With bitter sweet September days.

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A summer sweetness fills the air,
And spring is in the park,
But winter chills their hearts of gold,
And clothes them in the dark

A song is on the lips of trees,
And blooming flowers hum,
But autumn turns them all to brown,
And rids them of the sun

A calming lull is on the pond,
And sleeping shore is still,
But storm arrives to take the clouds,
And rain against their will

A silver moon is in the sky,
And stars are out to play,
But shadow hides their sparkling eyes,
And turns their light to grey.

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Average Life (Angel of Sadness)

I was born in pain
Therefore I shall die in pain
Give my followers the chance to furnish my veins
Here you go father, take your semen back
Ain’t no question marks for how these demons act
Held in open arms as I regulate trade
As impossible as it seems 
We find ways to segregate in the shade
One cotton blossom short
Of the tools in which we are educated slaves
So tell me
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
College is further education
I’m still reaching out from a sanctuary scary as home
A reason to care, a simple reason to hold on
This common addiction varies 
When you lead life cold and alone
I see smiles of death across a new dawn
Simply because I can not share feelings 
Life will go on with out me
Thank your savior for your blessings 
Before you realize what you’re about to see
So tell me 
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
The closer I get to hell, the more it makes sense
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence

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End Story (angel of sadness)

Don't let me end this life
Teardrops furnish my dreams as I sleep at night
Stress keeps a writer pasting his life
Blessed to weep, wasting his night
Look only to suspended glory
This is my end story
Awakened buried in depts of sand
Several enemies carrying a manless hand
Who can account for these muderous loyalties
As curteous as poverty spoiling me
I know I'm a loser
Riding passenger side in a best friends cruiser
My reflection through this glass lense ever so tiny
For death smurks at me
Holds me in thy grips as he lurks to see
A greater figure, who won't fall past the liquor
You can forgive me for my sins
Or you can kiss you wife and catch another nut
Should you rehearse my every motion before life begins
Then I shouldn't be another one of your brother's mutts
Your holy savior
I'm not asking you to forgive my behavior
I'm falling by a ratio of useless placeabeo
Oxygen molecules to my head
Toxic as swallowing cubes of lead
Your tears sooth the tears we shed
As mine would only move the dead
So don't let me end this life

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cooler breezes settle deeper
      in her summer shoes
heavy steps push her troubled heart
      to echo in canyons beyond
faith whispers awake her broken
      spirit languishing, waiting
skies of a fairer blue
      washed clean of summer’s
          discordant dust
autumn arrives on winter’s tears
desert songbirds rebirth and sing sweet songs 
      to heaven's grace
          once again

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All that is living,
What once was strong
Has now all faded
Their days come and gone
The trees that once stood proud
Now appear so weak
The crystal clear waters,
Now so dingy and meek
An eagle soars by
Through the icy wind
Letting out a mighty cry
As if time has passed again
The sound gives to some
Hope and purpose
For the dawn of a new age
Has now begun

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The Clouds

The clouds hover above
Watching over me like an angel
Protecting me from the sun's fire like breath

A reflection off the water
is like the suns rays
passing through a diamond
Flickering and reflecting
Giving off an illusion like a master magician

Illusions, Illusions, Illusions in the fog
Playing Hide and seek with my eyes
Twisting my brain in knots

What is it, I ask?
The clouds start to laugh at me
But laughter soon turns to sadness and I cry

A Teardrop touches my face
And a teardrop slides down my cheek
Finally reaching my chin
As a solitary teardrop falls
You can hear the echo of a thousand more

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Tears and Smiles (Angel of Sadness)

I shall watch
And I shall laugh 
I shall hold my last breath before I die
And released it with smiles of one last gasp! 
Once again in this solemn place we meet 
Perhaps I came to bring the battle to our feet 
Carry on with these memories of time 
Presents of eternity
Perhaps I've been away for way to long
But I'm here to present a scenery through rhymes 
Just maybe I could substitute my misery 
In exchange for the essience of suffering internal 
A cast I miss so dearly
Now in my moments of less truimph my enemies fear me 
So open to a blind side
I kind of figured 
That white chariot would be a kind ride 
These heavenly possessions become demonic 
Seems my obession 
Has been plagued with something worse than bubonic 
A ball and chain pronounced as life 
I suddenly recall 
A pain that accounts for living twice 
Who knows the means of how this came to be
Still it's plain to see
That somehow your presence remains in me 
Will I live To see my children make similiar mistakes? 
It's a mystery indeed, But somehow I can see myself
Getting away with a small portion of fate 
Things will never change
Yet I'm blessed and still living
Angels forever seem strange 
Who would've guessed that this life was given 
Still my presence is only here to retrieve a promise 
In which we each believe
But no sooner was it granted it was stripped from us 
So forgive us for our sins
Spare us our grace 
As we open our eyes to witness the END 
I shall watch
And I shall laugh 
I shall hold my last breath before I die, 
And released it with smiles of one last gasp! 

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Ash Wednesday

The palm crosses burned, ashes and oil, anointed
On the foreheads in snapshots and video stills,
Surrendering everything in my memorials,
Of her, submitted, the tatters and fragments.
The soft focus flesh and delectable smile,
Hair sweetly tousled, brushing cheek and shoulder,
Freckles on cleavage, faint and appealing,
Her breath frozen still, scented with jasmine.
Let something, one thing, remain, please.
Pennant spiked in the brain as a moon flag,
Claiming a clandestine spot, a crater of belonging,
A broach clasped onto the heartache lapel.
Giving up, the penance of love unrequited,
When the ashes and oil dry to dispersion,
And cast their molecules to the windswept palms,
Beyond lost horizons, out of sight and mind.

Details | Free verse | |

Sadness In Goodbyes (from Scenes from Above)

Me and you, you and I 
It's okay to cry
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes 
Me and you, you and I 
At times we dream upon mystery's in the sky 
Something Epic about the history of you and I 
And when it seems it ain't getting no better 
On comes the stormy weather 
Money, lust, and us got me loving hell's paradise 
Prenups, divorce, and courts 
Got me second guessing marrying twice 
And I won't be here forever 
If it should ever rain where hope can't measure 
White doves, best friends push and shove 
Scenes from above 
Disaster and triumph 
Nothing better to try from 
Death is awarded, truth is chosen 
Just consider the obstacles your opposing 
Consume the bad nights 
Overcome the sad fights 
You whelped and you whelped 
I smiled for the happiness we kept 
Me and you, you and I 
It's okay to cry 
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes

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Cusp Of Springtime

As I stood, night half fell in the car park,
Stuck between twilight and sheer dark,
Suicidal on the ledge of near dark,
And I touched the fire-station wall.

In the quiet empty void of a slow chill,
Like the march of an ant up an ant hill,
Hanging on yet unable to keep still,
The shift of the seasons befall.

The fingers of winter retracted,
The bones and the talons contracted,
Whilst the light hit the screens and refracted
And then faded out and died.

I observed as she tottered and stumbled,
Heavy hearted she muttered and mumbled,
And her soul seemed so weary it crumbled
With the youthful remains of her pride.

On an old splintered bench she sat drinking,
Teenage thoughts in her head she was thinking,
When the vodka took hold she was sinking
To a dreary, anaesthetised place.

I looked on as she bowed her head sadly,
For some boy who had treated her badly,
When she’d loved him so truly and madly,
Her tears shone a silvery trace.

I wanted to tell her forget it,
If you don’t you will only regret it,
But a voice in my head wouldn’t let it
Philosophically roll off my tongue.

For the young they will heal and endeavour
To transcend asymmetrical weather,
And their hearts remain light as a feather
In the bright shining future to come.

Yet I felt for her juvenile sorrow
And my own multiplied for the morrow,
Nothing left I could beg, steal or borrow
To dispel what devoured of my mind.

As the cusp of springtime receded,
I sighed and then simply conceded,
That all I still wanted and needed 
Was to turn back the hands of time

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All the flowers~


so many sunflowers

I'm blooming

taking home......

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The silent season

Lay apon the cold dark night
Broken branches and scattered stones
Feel the winter  creeping into your bones
Wrapped in decayed leaves 
Scented pine billowing 
And retrieved  
Over my shoulder I see the signs
For the weary take flight 
For it shall soon be night
And when the new day has began 
The black bird will scream
Piercing like a beam
In hasten the clouds did bring
The wind 
Whirling at your side like a weapon
Arching all in its wake 
Take cover now and feel no more pain
For when this is done you'll feel the rain 
Washing away
Wearing away 
For all to see, the damage that has fallen onto to thee
Wake from under this season 
The onset of sunlight and reason 
Bare branches on your window
Tapping ever so lightly
As I lay there still 

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Finale, the (angel of sadness)

My destiny to be the only child breathing
From my journey, suffering is what every smiile is recieving
I don't know how to lose
I challenge any ill fate that rendevous my cruise
In an odd relevence to my descend
No god selling chants has innocence
Given to this world, I was born an orphan
How else could one explain this life's torn portion
My mother, a casualty of being raped
Social security so I guess there's no concern for abortion
As if the heavens might mourn my torture
We've got seasons to premere
For now my finale is near
Tears, signs of happiness, no other reason we're here
As for now, my finale is here
Seems I've been enduring cautious steps
My readers look for another line
But exhaustion wares on my breath
My decision at a young age to survive
My chances to prevail
Exempt from what ever hardships my doom precribes
Perhaps we are only men
Maybe we'll find peace in the end
We've got seasons to premere 
For now my finale nears
Tears, signs of happines, no other reason we're here
As for now my finale is near

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A story changed
The past decides to rearrange
Writing days
A history estranged

Further gone
The novel sings a different song
To what belongs
And now the heart is wrong

The summers drain our weary minds
And every winter dies inside
And in the lies
We’ve nothing true to hide

A restless dream
The statues carved won’t let us breathe
When what we’ve seen
Is denied through darkest means

The falls will prey on all our love
And in the spring we’re stuck with the above
So much blood
All because the memories flood

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Summer Leaves On Sunday

Summer leaves on Sunday
And so do I
My things are cleared
And my room is empty
Begging for life
My shoes are clean
And my bags are bulging
And the sun does cry
For one last chance
But the leaves do fall
And the cool does come
I peer over my shoulder
To give a final farewell
Goodbye Summer
Hello opportunity

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Short Story (Angel of Sadness)

I’ve put everything I have in a final attempt
A simple procedure, from which I seem to be exempt
I want to love, I want to touch, I so want to feel
But with my every emotion dwelling on the past 
It seems I’ll be held until your serpent comes for his final meal
A few loved ones, A few friends
Above our sun, I ask for a glorious end 
I guess I’m praying for hell, one last victorious sin
I often question myself, Is that all that matters
I’ll share with you, the smiles, the tears, oh the laughter
I’ve been running from everyone else’s testimony
Yet I find myself shaping my own
So cunning, severely less than lonely
No use in escaping, when it’s over, I’ll be gone
But no worries for death will be my final journey alone
Apathy forever slapping me
Yes I’m troubled, and I know every person has their issues
How can I be a better man 
When I couldn’t forget, forgive, or care to miss you
And when this song is over
No longer will your tribulations belong on these shoulders
I’m shrugging them now, carry your problems yourself
Even when my darkness dims, I’ll forever adore what’s left
Because I am alive, tomorrow I’ll be gone
My own words, a short story of this individual’s life
At any moment, I feel you’re alone; I’ll give you this song
Because I am alive, and tomorrow we’ll be gone

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If he turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
you promised yourself to be his only,
but your closed eyes dreamed for too long
before they opened up to face reality...
in a way that could only bring the saddest word!

What will ever happened to that dream
you helped him build:  hope by hope,
joy by joy and tear by tear... believing
it all would be soon realized and nothing
could ever go wrong,because it looked so perfect;  
isn't it the most horrible awakening?

If he turned away from you,
what are you goind to do;
will he ever forget your beautiful face
with those pretty eyes unafraid of darkness... 
honest eyes that never lied,
but faithfully loved and cried!

Spring or summer
fall or winter...
there's was no favorite season,
because love found ,by luck,
the right heart to grow into...
the most lovable heart
to start a passion a woman 
could never undo!

If he ever turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
will you stop loving him
as you always did,
walk away like he never was yours,       
meant anything or even existed!?
Will you throw away all his pictures
and look for someone you can love?

Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless Candles (angel of sadness)

Candles blow, wind, snow
No slope
Candle's low, wind, snow
No hope
Teddy bears, ashes
Heavy cares, crashes
Warm hugs, the end
Charmin doves, no amends
Candles blow, wind, snow
No slope
Candles low, wind, snow
No hope
Teddy bears
Like a fire dreaded ashes
Heavy cares
I'll be your warmth, worthless crashes
Karma hugs
Like a ghost, the end
Charming doves
I'll be your home, no amends
Candles blow, wind, snow
No slope
Candles low, wind, snow
No hope

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Shells of Winter

She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt
to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent
The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air
like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair
Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten
like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons
Just bury her too early sundown confessions
for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions

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I Wish

I wish you didn't go away,
I wish you were here with me.

I wish I could see your smile again,
I wish I could be with you.

I wish you knew, what you mean to me,
I wish you knew, my thoughts of you.

I wish you knew, the tears I shed,
I wish you knew my pain.

I wish you understood, my reason for goodbye,
I wish you knew my love for you.

I wish you would remember the good times and tears,
I wish I could lock them all away.

I wish I could destroy these wishes,
I wish I could let you go and not remember you.

I wish you were known of GOD,
I wish you knew His love.

I wish you knew the difference between light and dark,
I wish you understood the reason were apart.

I wish to always hope and pray,
I wish that today, Jesus, your saviour will be!

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Autumnal Eyes

Stargazing cigarette ash, growing cold and greyer, 
shaping to a scale model Everest 
in a cut crystal tray; 
a mountain to be climbed by some quantity surveyor, 
or a podium of passiveness 
in cloudbursts of dismay. 

So the goalposts shift and arbitrarily blur 
this disenchanted evening 
of poetry stricken with slow motion; 
although older, but no wiser, as the host of echoes stir 
past beliefs in grim stagnation, 
drained of glister and devotion. 

I can taste the realisation of dysfunctional reality, 
that between this life and death 
love is but a compromise; 
in every mirrored surface to confront the actuality, 
the ever present deadlight hue 
of Autumn in my eyes.

Details | Ballad | |


Like the dreams in your daily horoscope
that come alive within the pages of an astrology' book...
written by someone who reads into the distant stars:
the roar of a departing airplane, disappearing into clouds,
is your crude awakening to reality...
finding everything else, but me!

I booked my flight in a hurry last night,
everything we  secretly shared lost its sense of delight;
I shouldn't remember when the times
when I came to you and brought you roses!

Like all the words that sound too sweet,
I let them go inside me so true and deep;
another destination, another lonely city...
where I'll settle down and face a clueless destiny!
There I'll find more women easy to love,
making no demands, pretenting to give;
in their arms,with skin smelling of perfume,
I'll  dream of you...when those roses bloom!

Nothing can keep me here,
even pity can't move me;
we started a passion full of flames,
forgetting about our tender ways!
Everything seemed everlasting...
never thinking of a sad ending! 

The loud road of a departing airplane
shouts off the sound of this voice;
I ask for forgiveness with my tears,
but you can't be found anywhere!


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Unwelcomed Beauty

She moves northward steady and strong.
Her winds increase with each passing second.
Her devastation amasses above the currents.
Yet, she has a name of beauty, Katrina.

Her body, though powerful, moves slowly,
while her outward punches move increasingly faster.
Her arrival is not one that the recipients welcome
as they drive off in haste for their escape and safety.

But, with sadness, I say that others do remain
ready to fight or they have nowhere else to go.
It is for them I pray on this day, to the Lord
to grant them safe harbor and shelter from the storm.

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To Be, Or Not?

To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in discouragement when all the world's snowing
To pick up oneself and hang weeping to dry
To wish these emotions would latch on to brevity
To be all but broken, to silently cry
To yearn to be held in your delicate nature
To wish that the world knew your name on it's tongue
To break your own heart into mosaic pieces
To be less indelicate, or just to be young
To sleep without darkness or white noise or heat
To soak up a bath and wash dust off your feet
To shine up the glass skin and blow up your lungs
To be in your solitude enigma complete~

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Long Walk

She needed better shoes.
Not new.  Just better.
There - in the back of her closet.
The ones she’d arrived in.
She'd kept them
just in case
a promise didn’t mean what it used to.

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Tomorrow (Angel of Sadness)

Don’t let me see tomorrow
Die; drown another victim of yesterdays sorrow
So please don’t let me see tomorrow
My lovely world 
I cannot take much more of this horror
So I beg of you
Do not let me see tomorrow
To live is suicide
Nothing more than another thorn true to my thigh
Controversy and senseless drama
Seems to never hurt me
I make it hell for any individual to verse me
Condense less as thunder
Your love our smile, my weakest point
Above my sadness
A child whom seekest what we don’t 
And even if there is no heaven above me
Perhaps several days of grace will hug me
As my adversaries wash their faces in the disaster I see
Miles of redemption lace as death casually chases after me
Judge me 
And you’re another gospel lain, slain in a white chariot
Even in the mist of darkness
Like a ghost she came plain as a stain
As your wife she’d bare it all begging for pleasure
Beneath her trials 
Temptation buried a lustful treasure
Orgasms vary in a trustful measure

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Season Sonata

The watermarked weave of 
sunset's net
Does not soon force us
to forget
The leavening clouds
encasement soon
Of mallard's flight in night's
And in the morning sunlight's
The summer vermilion leaves
The platinum sheen of swooping
As silver slug trails signature
an end.

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The Last Autumn Poem

        apple cider season,
              cool autumn whiskey,
                    burning leaves.

No one needs another autumn poem.

      We grow gaudy phrases
                  like pumpkins,
hollow out foreheads,
throw away seeds.

Always paring, cutting
      with awkward thumbs,
seeing autumn
      as a pewter stallion
and winter
      wildly undone.

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Love In Winter

i stamped upon the film of ice, 
spider web cracks beneath my 
feet radiated upon the street, 
never reaching your door. 

you were deaf and blind 
to my footfalls, under glass, 
turning tangerine below 
premorbid street lamp beams. 

a third eye, could see indoors, 
you soft curled upon the warm sofa, 
a book in one hand, 
a blood boil of wine in the other.

my right hand held my heart, 
my left pointed up at the stars 
and my mouth bled vapour 
and made no cry

and love screamed unheard


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Poverty and rage is all he sees
in a furtive,doleful glance,
and the brightly-colored lights
cannot console the wretched soul
of his malnourished,shivering body:
bundled up in rags and visible to all
the hurriendly and careless passerbys,
who seem blind in their own pretense...

He rejects the mournful sounds
interfering with his needed sleep;
and yet,he lifts his drooping head
to peak around the wratful trees
to assure himself that 
the wooden and metal shack
is well-secured and safe;
his numberless doubts delve deep...

In the middle of a furious February,
winter has failed to invite the generous sun 
to warm up his frosty home so run-down;
an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck
that could have turned his life around;
his regret is an unremissible remedy:
consumed by a wishful valor
that ended in bitter squalor....

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Im dreading this humid vacation
Im wishing for something to highlight
But days like these slow down to cessation
Im losing summertime every night.

Boredum is now my consumer
I wonder what happened to those times
When we enjoyed each others humor
Now they only last in memoirs of my old rhymes

Someone steal me from this dwelling
Im dying from lacking this ambition
Can someone stop this swelling?
I don't know how much longer i can live in this position.

Not another day like this I pray
God if your there above me?
Keep me from living as a stray
One day out of this house will do it for me

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And the Seasons Burn

Sage, bows out in final rage
As prairie shows its age
And the seasons burn...

Gone, is the summer upon
A dark gray sky that's wan
As tumbleweeds churn.

Corn, stalks the dead frosty morn,
Cold as the day we're born
When all we did was cry.

So, the far-flung geese do know
When it's high time to go
And all things must die.

Soon, comes the dark mother moon
Amid the scream of loon
Across vast prairie.

How, we heed the call of cow,
No one knows even now--
But it just must be.

Trees, so softly do appease
And turn that final breeze
To what yet must come.

Chills, then starkly cringe the hills
As that cold first frost kills
And summer's struck dumb.

Gone, is the summer upon
A dark gray sky that's wan
As tumbleweeds churn.

Sage, bows out in final rage
As prairie shows its age
And the seasons burn...

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petals falling to the ground
i watch as each one drops
sadness steals into my heart
as the reminder comes
that summer is gone
this part of the cycle
has been completed
autumn is here
we are now waiting on winter
and as i watch the petels drop
i shed a single tear
to say goodbye to a old friend
then i turn away to greet
the returning beauty of

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New Years Day

Awake at the dawning of the New Year,
I muse to myself and crack another beer,
For the party is over and will revel no more
The litter of her life lies across the kitchen floor.

I know how it feels to be in the same place,
I contemplate and dwell, maintain a straight face,
Remaining just as clumsy, get it just as wrong,
Like the drunken mispronouncing of the new years song.

The unrelated photographs of morning spill
As jigsaw slabs of greyness, frozen and still,
And the burn of whiskey chasers catch in my throat
Whilst I try on the day like a well worn coat.

And the day, like that coat, fits me like a glove,
As I wonder where I left the residue of love
And if perhaps it may return the way it was before
Or if her life just lies as litter across the kitchen floor.

Awake at the dawning of New Years Day,
I shiver at my epitaph for what has passed away,
Or is it my redemption hid beyond the kitchen door,
Or just the litter of a life that lies across the kitchen floor?

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The Days We Live (angel of sadness)

As if there was a breeze behind closed doors 
The blinds and curtains sway 
Like it was time you were seeking 
As you ran after your blinded wife with nothing to say 
As you sit and you drive 
An acquaintance of life sits at the nearest stop sign 
Adoring the fact that you actually think you are alive 
And these are the days we live 
To whom do you fear 
Which crush are you near 
When your voice is the most unclear 
When your truest anger becomes sincere 
When dusk falls to silence 
Yet you wonder who else is here 
These are the reasons we strive 
Remember the days of our lives 
As lies became truthful cries 
To accompany you through hell 
This stranger abrutely tries 
You only acknowledge that I mutely lied 
It’s all past tense, fall and ask for hints 
As briefly as my last comment 
My only incomplete task to 
Visualize life and palm it 
Through a few calm fits 
And before I say goodbye 
I give you the days of my life 

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Past loves emerge and bloom at autumn’s heart
Quick’ning with the blow and crunch of leaves.
The life has left the earth and made us part
To go our separate ways when seasons meet.
For o’er the planets face the way is strewn
With bits of death once living in the skies.
For they’ve all seen the later harvest moon
And dread the looming, chilly, longer nights.
The noise of crunching temps the jovial sorts
Who long for the destruction of the past.
The woeful cry is made for others’ sport
Who know old things are never blessed to last.
Seek not a way in which to make amends.
The way will only crunch, it will not bend.

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Daffodils hang their golden heads
Beneath the ice and snow.
The cruel hand of Winter
Has dealt a bitter blow.
Disguised in rays of springtime,
She roused them from their bed,
Then struck from secret ambush,
And left them limp and dead.

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But a Thought

Long after passage through the desert front of countless mirages.
Over my shoulders,
Trails of impression thoughts left behind me.
I had already approached the sands of time, 
Only to leave my footprints in the biosphere of the presently.
Setting my eyes facing the blue horizon of masterly sky kingdom.
Under the Wings of Immortality,
I wonder with words of tears.
They speak well in my behalf,
Therefore silent is me.
Utter for my heart, 
"What kind of beauty captives the reader's soul eyes?"
"Or is lovingness but a moment in the breeze?"
Than I dwell on for a sorrowful event of brief.
Within discreet.
"What must it take for the pen to achieve destiny on paper?"

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Living who's Life?

Constellations of no account,
About swimming in nonexistent.
Conceived from thought into breath,
Only to live to die all in one stage scene lifetime.
And what obtains the living into reality?
Many things.
Wondering of one,
The idea set from the hearts of numberless.
Stream-flow of the walking average;
Pay taxes,
Cable minded,
Dreaming to tread water,
Never determined to challenge the ordinary.
And final destination,
The path-journey to the realm to a close, 
Norm of the influenced world calling this 'the unique way.'
 Why do souls quarrel daily in the silent mist against this current-voyage?
Questioning,"Is this it!"
Knowing the theory of de-evolution is true & lives.
From human bowing to less.
O' how dreamers die still living in,
A society declining of fate that seems to never-end.

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Dying Seasons

Fire of summer
Burns our pride
Inside the pain of treason
Our love has died

The fall of voices
Alone we cry
Without the one to guide us
Inside we die

Ice of winter
Cold and worn
Within the heart of angels
The love has gone

The time of healing
Growth, rebirth
Outside the world will guide us
The return to earth

Seasons distant
Unbalance flows
For every dying whisper
Speaks a tormented soul

Eyes and ears that only know
The memory of forgotten snow
Eyes and ears that only breathe
The disconnected ill belief