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UNIFORM TANGLE

So I see how cruel life may be in a minute,
All around people’s faces gleam & glare
At my gloomy face but never see my net.
And I cry and cry and cry to get ‘em fair.

From times past, I knew of what may be
The finale of this sweet short time gained;
But now it comes with great dismay, to me.
With thoughts of melancholy stained.

Am losing my job to my brother,
I teach him my work as a father
Does to his sons and to the other,
He knows not my hearts as they gather.

They give a life, a life they can’t retain,
They offer me a choice, a choice not mine;
They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten;
But they in turn smile and smile as they dine

And so I see that they are not to be
The people I perceive may little see,
My serene into whirlwind occur to me
At a peek and glaze and short see.

Whatever the Asian will decide,
However I cope with them all,
I implore all the good to side
With me as evil entirely will fall.


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Elevators: 5 Horsemen

Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps

Part 2

Traitor

dear monkey boy

Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.

Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.

Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.

Part 3

Tempest

patron saint

Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed

Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection

Rise you fool

Part 4

Phoenix

i love you

close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight

i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me

i am alive and i love you

Part 5

Aye, Damager

Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love

I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you

This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware

...


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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

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


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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






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The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos would be too small, 
They would cramp your balls.
You’ll get migraine headaches.”


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Friends With Benefits

Living my life on the Dole*, Because my Mum told me so, Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", See, we're a family with pride, Don't sell fries at super-size, But where's the pride, If I can't provide, For my own style of life, Spent my money from the *Brew, On Irn-Bru**, I swear that’s true, Dreary, damp & cold, This black hole, I call home, Only 'joy' I get in life’s the 'stick' I use for X-BOX, And I aint got a tumble dryer so I step with wet socks, Work-shy, but money-hungry, Flats cramp-sized & pretty ugly, Arrogant guy, Until I woke up and realised that no-one loves me. Brain melts to slush, in this non-testing occasion, ‘Gain Work’ is a must, for a teenage Caucasian, Nothing separating me, From drug-addled Dads of three, No payday, Just giro day, No jobs… great, Keep trying mate, No end in sight as unemployment rises, Government gives you cash like they were handing out prizes, Where’s my reason to go out & work? My motivation, Its pleasing no-one now, this escalated situation, Experience is something that you earn, not that you’re born with, Inexperienced forever, if I don’t get employed quick, I don't enjoy sitting on my broken couch for hours, I'm your Friend with Benefits, can only wash with cold showers. (*Common British phrases for Jobcentre or Jobseekers Allowance Benefit) (**Famous Scottish soft drink mass produced around Britain)


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Oh, what a hectic month

Oh,what a hectic month

Oh what a month it’s been
Two lots of relies came
Over from the old country
It’s been a frantic game
I’m not used to all this stuff
But I’m glad it all took place
Although it was real hectic
No frown did crease my face.

One trip to Margaret River
Wow! This, it was a blast
We toured those rich surroundings
Till we went home at last
Then the darned flue knocked me down
And I spent some time in bed
And then I put my back out
As I banged my bloody head.

It seemed that I was on the mend
But my computer shat itself
I lost both poems, and photos
They’re the sum of all my wealth
Thank God I got the poems back
Alas, but not the photos
I guess I lost them, all of them
But this is how it goes


It’s been some heavy karma
That’s all that I can say
But now that it’s all over
I feel real fine today
So it’s back to meditation
And working on my soul
It’s time to get some relaxation
And once more feeling whole

23 October 2013 @1450hrs.



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Blank Page

Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

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








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They're Watching You

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
check out the daily news.

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

Reality T.V.
a celebraity stumbling out of a club,
drunk as hell.

Change channel,
a gay couple buying a house,
in a white collar neighborhood.

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
even when you don't know it.

Someone is always watching you.
Take out the trash,
wash the dishes.

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

Terrorists,
they're always watching you,
Politians always watching you.

School teachers,
police,
FBI and CIA
Always watching you.

Smile for the camera
they're watching
so just wave and smile.

Bullies on playground jungle-gyms
looking out for the ugly nerd,
found him.

Hiding under the woodchips,
get him, beat him up,
I told you, they're always watching you.

Look at me,
look what I can do,
can you see me?

I'll drink to that,
cheers,
for they're always watching.


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I Can't Say It Without You

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

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

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

( Chorus )

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


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Daily 36 Alone in bed

36.
A digital clock makes no click,
But when waiting for my husband
I can swear I hear it tick.

I can’t sleep though work awaits,
But when midnight stares back,
An alarm won’t negotiate.

Why do I care? I have my own life to live!
But when the tossing and turning twists,
I have an angry phone message to give.

And you can all guess that goes off well,
But when you’re so riled up and sad,
You tell your dear one, “Go to hell.”

Then the wait the descent
 Hear every car pass away
  The worry and the fret
   Am I so easy to forget?
     Should I call once again 
      I am sure he heard it
       Now I am pinned.
        There is sure to be a fight,
          It is already way past midnight.
           What about work and the day,
            Never mind, I’ll make him pay.

I close my eyes and breathe deep,
But when you are worried,
It’s too hard to sleep.


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Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.


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Papa

He walked me down a broken fence line when I was five.	
He put the soil in my hands and taught me it was alive.
He spoke to me of life, in a gentle voice.
Taught me wrong from right, and left me with the choice.
He boosted me up on a saddled horse.
Taught me the things that would carry me through my life’s coarse.
He took my small hand in his work worn hand,
As  he took me out in the fields and taught me the land.
And there was always a warm smile behind kind eyes.
Smile down at my small face, gentle and wise.
Showed me how to stack hay in a barn when I was eight.
And I can still remember swinging on a cattle guard gate.
And the day he told me someday he would be gone.
The only time in my young life I thought my papa was wrong.
On a wide front porch he told me stories of how life used to be.
And he would say it was a better time, and I would agree.
I still remember climbing up in his lap to sit on his knee.
He was the biggest part of what made me.
A man who taught me to work for everything I had.
He did. They just don’t make em’ like they did my grandad.
In my child eyes he was a man among men.
And I know there will never be another like him again.
These tears I just cannot hide.
For the last good man left, has died.





6-17-10
Sarah D Comstock


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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


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The Hardest Thing

Last night we had a quarrel
We went to bed so mad
Each had to get up early
The morning was quite sad
I never meant to say that
I know you didn’t, too
With hopes to reconcile
Just know that I love you

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

I hope tonight we’re civil
We listen and we learn
Together, we’ll get past this
Each others trust, we’ll earn
So, then we can retire
To the bedroom that we share
Lie within each others arms
And show how much we care

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

And when my work’s over
I will come back to you


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A Wreath on the Tiles Factory

Lips of a chimney
always puff
gray smoke out.
Lorries, loaded with tiles,
always rush out.
Rupees always heap up
in a wooden drawer.
Red tiled roofs
always give them refuge.
Those ‘always’ remains
in the fossils now.

Weeds lock the compound.
Rust hugs the bolts.
Experience dies in arms.
Coolies teach their children
how to hush the hunger.
Concrete roofs
proudly put wreaths
on their predecessors.
Now  a coolie’s lips puff
curls of  worries out
before the closed gate.







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Abandoned Soul

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Ballade | |

TIME CAN FREEZE YOUTH INDEFINITELY

This vain wish to live longer, somewhere,
makes me struggle with my vulnerability
of having been born with the fear of dying...
and before that is accomplished: let me live!


I've been told, " It's not possible that time can freeze youth indefinitely,"
but that intricate illusion was too persistent and real;
this boy always believed it would have never faded...
now being sorrowful and old, I realize how untrue and contrived it was!  


Be convivial and consume your time wisely,
don't hold the conviction that over-the-hill is the end;
you've gathered all the knowledge to survive another year,
and on your calendar mark every birthday and celebrate...
I will do the same believing that I'd continue walking in eternity
as when youth froze time to contradict an undeserved fate
without connoting wrong, but being congrous and fair...
oh, youth  your concession has compensated me for that loss!
  

I should be miserable as anybody else...lamenting and lashing,
but what good it would do if not harm me and shorten these days?
I enjoy every moment that life gives me...being hopeful for more to come;
others cuss, slander and end life demolishing all they had built in their past!
I denote my achievements as milestones that everyone will remember,
and certainly I'll be sought after for the secrets my words will unfold;   
and their purpose and extent are very conceivable to the scholar and reader...
not deploring the naive idea that time can freeze youth indefinitely.


Details | Alliteration | |

THE BOTTOM OF THE BEER BOTTLE

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you 
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.


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I Hurt You I'm Sorry

Jacob, im sorry,
I'm sorry I've lied,
I'm sorry Ive cause all the tears that you've cried.

I know I am worthless,
I'm not good enough,
But even though so you show me truest love.

I'lll work on my thinking,
I'll work on my words, 
I'll work and I'll try until my heart just hurts.

I swear I'll be good,
I swear I'll do better,
Cuz baby I want you until death and after.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Train

Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits 
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits 
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal 
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.



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Good Writtance

What is it then, what good?
Never doing as it should
Tempest tossed from hell
Written close to me

Tears drain from the eye wells
Bitten close to hearts deep sea
Ink dries round the wound
Written close to me

Rejected again my friends
Planned out as a grand win
Cut this deep bitter sin
Written close to me

Good then to bed
Fateful bitter bled
Good I say, good
Good Writtance
Close to me


Details | I do not know? | |

Putting yourself in someone else's American Dream

I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant 
this is not what I dreamed of but 
I got to be supporting my family, 
to make them proud

Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names, 
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers 
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them 
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up 
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know

McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think 
not knowing where your meat comes from 
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that! 
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?


Details | Senryu | |

work work work work work

to camouflage the
deep despair of loneliness
work work work work work


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BP: Brutal Performance

Broken       “Perfect”       
Blowout      Preventer
Billowing    Petroleum
Burning       Profusely

Bodies          Paining
Burning        Peeling
Bleeding       Pleading
Buried           Passing

Blighted       Preserve
Bayous         Profaned           
Beaches        Polluted
Biosphere     Poisoned

Banned            Products
Boats               Parked
Businesses       Pinched              
Breadwinners  Penniless

Beleaguered      President
Bluntly               Proposed
“Billions             Promptly”
BP                        Provided

British               Petroleum
Blind                 Profiteers
Bloody              Pumpers
BRUTAL          PERFORMERS!

British               Petroleum
Broke                Permits
Betrayed           Public
BRUTAL           PERFORMANCE!


Details | I do not know? | |

You THINK?

You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.

 
   

              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*
                                           
                                         -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

HONOURABLES

At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.

Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.

We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.

All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Enough Is Enough

No matter what he or she does, no matter how hard he or she does, it's not good enough for the others. These people who've been trying way too hard to impress other people have been treated like trash since ever. The only thing that other people are good at is being way better than the others. And the fact that day in and day out, week after week, for the past few years, people like their so-called "boyfriends" and their so-called "girlfriends," people like his or her so-called "best friends" had the audacity to disrespect this guy or girl. It's just like when these people have been seriously rejected by their so-called "attractive peers" after they asked them out on dates or get together someday and because of the way they looked. The moment these people have forgotten about the others, it had finally dawned on them. It seems that these people never really wanted to be friend with each other or go out on dates in the near future, anyway.  And come to think of it, It's not enough for them. Some people are just completely ungrateful. After everything these people have done for each other, like ask them out on dates and/or offering them real friendships, it's like they've accomplished nothing. Even breaking their backs for each other, it's still not enough. And this type of rejection is making everybody sick, even me. Well, no more of being rejected. No more of being treated like trash. And no more being stepped on and pushed around. This type of rejection has got to stop. So as of right now, this ends right now! Enough is enough, and it's time for a real change!


Details | Free verse | |

Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes

Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment
daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district,
watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions
star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here
remember sweat and business suits are  cheap, just like the shoes you wear
little girls try to cash in, but silly rabbits tricks are for prostitutes
don't they feel guilty? I know because even their income can't buy a ticket to heaven
just a passport to hell, like their lipstick dreams are cheap and tacky, like
their fish-nets, are to capture their sorrow and release them to the streets they stalk


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Songs of Silence

Darkness envelopes the plain Moving stealthily among Unsuspecting rows of houses Filled with unbroken sleep The wind, afraid to move Lest it were to awaken Even one from the grasp Of this wretched sleep. And yet one feels a cry A long lost song of hope Silent, yet unnerving It strives to be heard. The long hands of despair Seek to embrace them The singers of these songs That reek of loss, irreplaceable. Tired hands work on The day progresses and yet An end is not in sight The sun sets, they work on. They feast upon the dregs Dropped from the heavens That are found on earth To subdue their hunger. Fate, they say is to blame For their woeful condition For their pathetic existence Fate and fate alone. Nature herself anguishes Over the painful loss Of her many children To the unruly hands of men. A carcass floats down the river Its stench numbs the senses Is it a man or an animal? No one knows and no one cares. The song of a newborn Muffled by the gruff hand That binds and drags it Across the river of death. The song of hunger Slowly rumbling through Like thunder on earth Silenced only by tired sleep. The song of sorrow From deep within the hearts Of people young and old Softened only by time. These are but three Of the many songs that are Heard only by deep silence And no one else. The gods above in heaven And the gods below Carry on with their mirth Not hearing these songs. Songs of silence, of blood Songs of death, of decay Songs of yesterday Songs devoid of joy. They are everywhere and yet They are heard by none They are sublime and merge Into the void that is life.


Details | Epic | |

To A Troubled Love

Sometimes you seem to be the 
person,
I once knew and fell in love with,
And sometimes you just seem to 
appear,
To be a perfectly stranger to me.
Which Causes me to wonder,
If I should be here or not,
Because it makes me wonder,
If this thing we have is really meant 
to be.
In your heart and mind,
You never see what is wrong,
Cause you only see the green 
pasture,
Instead of the thickets and thorns,
Our relationship will never get any 
better,
If things don't change,
And we both work on clearing out 
the painful parts,
Because it will keep us both cut up,
   with hearts that are torn.

Sometimes I really wonder if you,
Want this to work out or not,
Cause you say one thing but,
Your heart isn't really in this,
Like it used to be,
And hasn't for a really long time,
Which brings me back to the 
question,
If this is meant to be?


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Love vanished

Seven years have passed
since first I married him
Whence he succombed his bride
Yet when I told him of babe we’d due
it felt our love just withered up and died

For the man he changed,
no, the child we had not planned
Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied
I’d fallen, or bumped myself again,
backed him up, supported him, everything denied.

When babe was born,
I thought we’d learn to love
Try to make things work together with pride
But now cut off from all my friends in time,
it’s nursing I only now that I must bide.

Although I raise our child
I am so sad, my life has stopped,
when they play up I fret that you will chide
and fear that you’ll know not of when to stop
Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide.

Once grown up, at school a freedom found,
whilst you’re at work – your daily grind.
Lucky new friend we find to guide
us back to safety relieved, released.
Apart, I know head high that I had tried.


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Empathy Hostage

cry?
sometimes I just want to say

your life is yours to keep or throw away

When you want me to make up the rules

to a game I don't know how to play

Don't know what I'm supposed to do

to keep you safe from that thing called you

If everything you say is true

You're gonna do it anyway

Am I the only one that's gonna cry
when you finally get the guts to die

Do you just need someone to say goodbye

Or someone to talk ya down

I know you're hurting desperately

I know you're ready for eternity'

Does it help to know that you're hurting me

since I'm the only one around

Oh tell me that you feel better now,

that we can talk and work it out some how

Won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and see another day

Did you pick me out so I could be

The one who stands staring helplessly

the lucky lucky man who gets to see

Just how serious you are

Well I hope you know you're being cruel

to choose a poor empathetic fool

to watch you do that thing you're gonna do

You finally get to be the star

oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out some how

won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and live another day

will it be a razor blade or gun

perhaps a nice high dive would be more fun

The pills are painless when the day is done

since I'm the one who gets to feel

Go ahead and make it quick and clean

if not for me it would be sight unseen

God how I wish I had a time machine

to take you back when you were real

Oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out somehow

Oh won't you tell me that you found a way

Take a deep breath and breathe another day


Details | I do not know? | |

City Life for The Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?


Details | Free verse | |

Technicolor Jazz

Technicolor jazz
melts my minds fatal noir landscape
while Kerouac beats call out from the abyss.

The last stand-up tragedian hoping to take his final bow,
is told about the all you can eat buffet 
over at the King's Table, he makes a killing.

The soul coughed
and God punched out at 5
echoing in the abyss.

All that can be drank is drunk
all my beds have been made 
and I am too tired to dig my own grave.

To the sad clown who was wandering
looking to make a killing
I told him to find an all you can eat buffet.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Doctor

Don't struggle; this will calm you down,
It's rather potent stuff,
And then take these ones once a day,
For they turn your teardrops off,

Same for these ones, once a day,
They numb all your emotions,
And that headache's purely physical,
Just try rubbing in these lotions,

I'm not sure why you're having trouble
Getting to sleep at night,
No worries, I've got tablets for that,
Just try them out tonight,

Will that be all? I've got a lot
Of patients to see today,
Just pump yourself full of pills,
Then get out and go away.


Details | Narrative | |

Forgotten Fate

Introduction: For those who’re wandering confused within the lost and found - seeking silence…


Truth be never futile Stay and see awhile, Call back your forgotten dreams And feel that frozen smile, Linger of Love be worth eternal wait; When the time is right – That verity we do still hate And later we wind up too late, There forth we get lost in fate We get bemused with our innate That we can’t still relate, Don’t take on yourself as bate As never you trust an inmate, Our hopes and thoughts they fade away And we just see closed gates, So slay the lies, dig up the truth Someday you shall find, your forgotten fate…


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





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Fighting for Survival

He went away for a while 
now returning from military service,
things were different—changed!
Businesses closed and jobs scarce.

Then he asked, “Where are the jobs?
Where are the factories and businesses?”
They told him: 
“cheaper labor was found,
operating cost was less in other places,
they had gone south…
and overseas.”

“But what about the people?
Moms, dads, brothers, sisters, sons,
daughters, husbands and wives?
What will they do now?”
“They will find another way!”
They told him.

The factories and jobs are gone
moved to a different place
they were fighting to stay afloat
struggling to make a profit.

He thought,
“This is like our men and women,
wearing the uniform,
in a different place and time,
Fighting for survival!”


Dedicated to our men and women in uniform on the forefront!






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Fairy Tale - Part 3b

The blizzard had past and with it the wind. 
In the sunshine she surveyed the rubble. 
She thought she should smile 
But snow made her shiver 
And the dream felt like something she couldn’t not feel 
And the mailman and mama and girls in white dresses were too far away 
For her face to cause them discomfort disguised as disapproval.

So she didn’t smile 
And instead became aware 
That the snow lingering on her nose and eyelashes 
Was melting in streams down her cheeks.

If only, if only 
The voice still it beckoned

About to rise to continue her quest 
She heard a distant melody approaching 
Reedy, alto and minor 
Played by a stranger in a woolen poncho and leather boots 
Flanked by a hound in a jewel studded collar. 
As he neared, he slid the music maker into its holder on his belt, 
Commanded the hound be still, 
And proceeded to silently clean up the rubble 
As she sat watching with streams on her cheeks.

She heard the entreating ‘if only’ still calling 
But after some moments of watching him work 
In graceful, efficiency, completely soundless 
She no longer heeded the call 
And though it continued 
After a while 
She didn’t hear it at all.

He finished his work 
And drew from his pocket a perfectly soft bandana. 
With a tear in his eye 
And the gentlest of smiles 
Wiped the snow from her lashes. 
And gave her a rose. 
‘Here, love’

Looking down at the petals she saw a drop 
And in it her perfect reflection. 
With tears still streaming she felt like smiling. 
‘Thank you, love’ she said 
In her own voice 
The voice of her dream.


Details | I do not know? | |

Know myself

before, I knew everything,

who i was, who i wanted too be, 

knew what i was doing, what i wanted too do,

knew where i was, where i was going, where i wanted too go,

but now, it’s different,

i don’t know what i want, who i am,

where i’m going, what i want too do,

i just don’t know myself anymore.

i’m changing so much, and i don’t like it,

it’s out of my control, over my limits,

doing things i would have never of done, and hurting people on the way,

i just want the old me back, the nice one, 

the innocent looking girl, with a million dreams,

the girl who once knew herself.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Love That Lasted A Night

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . 

I had never seen anyone like him before in my life. We met on a Thursday... or was it a Tuesday...? It was a Tuesday. I was going to the copy machine at work, you know where I work right? Yeah, that office off of Eighth Ave. As I was saying, I was going to the copy machine... I was looking down at the papers I was about to copy, you know, making sure everything was right, when suddenly I bumped into this massive figure. When I finally looked up, I saw this hunk of a guy, huge muscles, and the brightest smile that seemed to fulfill its purpose: to make me fall in love. And at that moment, I knew I loved that man... you know what I mean? After our little run-into, we scheduled small rendezvous at secret places. But one night, he took me to this expensive Italian place. Just gorgeous. And afterward, we went to his place... and we made love. Yes, we made love: beautiful, exotic love. I knew that man had my heart. Well, I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, to find a note in the night stand. "See you when I see you." I knew that was bad when I read it. But I didn't dwell on it too much. I went to work in hopes to meet him again, but it turns out that he... he... he qu-qu-quit. Was it me?! It couldn't have been. So after work *sniff*, I went to his house to see if he w-was th-there. The neighbor said he had moved. Th-thanks for the Kleenex. But it couldn't have been me. I L-L-LOVED him! But...*sniff*... I saw him today... he just looked at me and shook his head. That's all?! That's all I get?! After giving this man my heart?! Wh-what did I do to deserve this?! Why couldn't h-he just tell m-me that h-he didn't like me? It's me... I know it's me. I did something wrong. I-I-I know it must be me.... I apologized but he just walked off... I even got on my knees and begged him to take me back but he just walked away.... It's my fault.... I know it is.... It has to be.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Writer

If you want to be a writer, you might as well forget money, forget richness, forget happiness, the ink pierces your skin- in, out, in, out, such a pattern of mourning- it strips all pride in hopes you'll quit- give up- like they all do. You might as well sign the contract of death- to die before any work-if that even is published, or merely acknowledged. The steps of becoming one with the pen, and page- begin with hurt there's no way you can achieve a smile when a thousand doubts are slapping your face. Mocking you so you're locked up in your own world- without a key. The pity emphasizes the fact you're unknown and from that you always will be hopes and dreams are stomped on while you continue to change the world with a single line- 7 syllables; I want to be a writer. Well of course you do- but can you run through the eternal disaster? Hoping you get through without a single scar single scratch, blood only kept within. That's the defining moment- blood seeping through- searing feeling of the climax and then it all ends.


Details | Free verse | |

Works of Art

Have you ever seen
The portrait of a dog
Painted on the road,
Not in the great tradition
Of living colours as you’d 
Expect, but in all the 
Terror and detail of
An untimely death?

Have you ever seen
The sketch of an imposing house
Rendered not in vibrant charcoal
But the coal of shattered
Hopes and burnt out hulks-
The work of the Great Artist above
Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger?

Have you ever seen 
The picture of an ocean beach
With dark waters lapping
The fish-laid shore,
Not the magnum opus of
A master in oils; but
The work of an oil slick?

Have you ever seen
These great Works of Art?
And have you ever wondered why
You had to be
The great portrait
Of a Master Caricaturist?


Details | ABC | |

that night

I walked in the house.
you were on the couch.
the whole family was there.
you said to me i was not good enough for you.
i said what are you talking about?
he said i dont love you anymore your just not good enough.
so i left the room crying.
then it was all a blanck.


Details | I do not know? | |

Graduation Goodbye

High school days are gone
And all the work are done
As we are about to take a leap
Our memories together I will keep

There will be tears to cry
As we move on and bid goodbye
I know it will be hard to fly
Without you on my way up high

Thanks for the lift
That is a great gift
The jokes and your smile
Made me forget the pain for a while

Now is the time to take the crown
Don't face the world with a frown
Let them see your smiling face
And dancewith them with grace

When all of today's work are done
It  doesn't mean our freindship is gone
I hope someday you'll be fine
You'll realize that  . . . 
Graduation is not Goodbye


Details | Free verse | |

Evening Portraits

The smooth caress
of porcelain…
twenty pearls
inside a shell…
the gaze from marbles
as lightning strikes…
the maiden speaks
without a word.

Flashes of amber
like stars from heaven…
subtle rays 
at dusk…
twilight, denied
of darkness…
mirrors guide
the moon.

The breeze, 
hums a song…
harmony of light
and a strip of film…
praises given,
yet abrupt…
barely heard,
more often than not.

A different vogue
for every frame…
the smile in lips
has still remained…
though in the eyes, 
tears have welled…
and trickle slowly
down each cheek.


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing is the Same

I’ll tip too through the hallway can’t wake him up its late

I can’t seem to do a thing he really doesn’t hate

I work two jobs and in between I make sure he is fed

Laundry done, his clothes set out, and put the kids to bed

Off to work ‘til 5 AM and home again I go

Straight there and back no detours otherwise he’ll know

Miles written down from last night when I went to work

I know that sounds stupid but we’re talking about a jerk

Keep your mouth shut you have no idea what you’re saying

I work all day long it’s your bills I’m paying

Keep those babies quiet I have to concentrate

You’re nagging me again there’s nothing more I hate

Thrown to the ground I lay there not knowing what to do

As I lay there crying he kicks me with his shoe

Why do you make me do this? I will not ask again

Before I know it I’m hit again this time it’s on my chin

I beg him to just let me go and I’ll clean up the mess

That was wishful thinking now he’s ripped my dress

You dress like a whore that’s how you will be treated

No end in sight I know it now this argument is heated

I stand back and listen as he yells at me some more

He grabs me by my neck now and slams me into the door

Please be quiet I’ll do what you say I think you woke the boys

Just give me a minute I have them play with their toys

I wipe my face and straighten up my dress so they will not see

I can’t let them ever know what their father’s done to me

Shhh be quiet and lay back down it’s not time to play right yet

I make sure their busy or I know what they’ll get

Why can’t I change this story that has become my life?

Nothing is the same with him since I became his wife.


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The Game

My mind is poisoned by my dreams,
Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.
My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,
Well, I deserved it. It's all right.
A chance of being understood
Just stands no chance, as no one could
Unlock two always open doors -
You turned the keys and locked them both.

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

No love to trust, no trust to love,
But you still play this useless stuff.
These cupid-stupid endless games
Are pure lies in subtle frames.
You all agree my words are clear
And so damn true! But in your fear
To contradict the pattern set
You solemnly declare me mad. 

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

I'll change the rules or quit the game,
Your strategy is really lame,
So now my words are way too brusque,
And it's the dawn of your dusk!

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.


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Strong echoes

In today’s highlight of moral issues:
leadership of clergy in the Catholic Church;
seen as a major backlog of urgent need
that came out as the topic of our guest speaker.

She’s Dr Monica Applewhite, Ph.D.
who presented ‘leadership’ in perspective
held at St Joseph’s Seminary in Yonkers;
a huge place, a better rendezvous for this event.

Understanding the problem as the first item
brought us to embrace our roles as priests;
safe environments for children and adolescents
the main issue that was explored and shared.

The clergy of the whole archdiocese of New York
attended this session with learning experience;
it’s an update and a continuing information
that Church’s faith points to a shared witness.

With the presence of our beloved Cardinal Egan
who reinforced a plea for his clergy people,
alertness, action, vigilance and prayer
that’s how he drew the process in a nutshell.

Defined as a decision that demands seriousness,
our discipleship, our calling entails commitment;
as men of God in service to his own people,
our priority has its share of sorrows and joys.

To battle with the world, the flesh and the devil,
these are constant forces, tests and trials;
involved in this journey of following him,
Christ, our model and source of inspiration.

The cost of discipleship for someone like me,
embraces situations common to all people
how life is being led with depth and allegiance;
a biblical portrait, a priority matter, that Christ –
has called me to commit and be of service.


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AN AFRICAN MAN

An African man with family in pain.
An African man whose crops fail again
They work in the field with this miserable crop.
"Please give us some water, and not just a drop."

His children are sick. Wife dying in bed.
Like the crops in the field, they will all be dead.
Please listen dear world, don't leave us behind.
We work so hard for this worthless grind.

The soldiers will come they'll kill one and all.
I fear for my family will someone, please hear my call.
The men in the west with their riches and wealth.
The men in the west care not for our health.

If our country had 'oil' in large fields off-shore
I'm sure we would live with no civil war.
The African skies can't give us our rain.
Our crops cannot grow in this dried up sad plain.

I fear for my daughters should the 'rebels' arrive.
"Will they spare my young family? will they keep us alive?
The sound of the drums call out loud and clear.
Some day we'll be free, alas not this year.

Our country is scorched by the evil we see.
Please help us dear God please set us all free.


Details | Ballad | |

cindiling cobra

A watch from the berrtes eye
secret silinet  he cryies
through the work of a jugten deed
a world he sit where no one takes heed
the new wind blows ash in dust
a look from wishiling window
showing no aprayven norical forshiven
As the shadow towers over me
I sing a hearts praise to all lost children
awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence
i shower the the  places of my past
in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise
I work hard to make thing new
I began with this next of kin
A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin
The dull axes couteraction
I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity
Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers
Sore under oath to persert them both
I walk alone to actord my salvage
The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face
I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing
This four hored watch this ucrane
As the mamed game backran her i am avenged
THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock
While i cindle my brushin brides backstab


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Motivation - Anything Goes But Money

To a manager its clever
To knowledgeable employees its torture
To smart employees its exploitation
To the rest it feels like slavery
What separates a motivator from a con artist
What separates a motivator from an abuser
Cant prove it.
Does that make it legal
Does that make it fair
They don’t care
Pay me what I’m worth
I’ve got nowhere since birth
They keep me poor
As they want more
All I want is somewhere to live
My life is give, give, give
Nothing in return
But I learn


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-Does not have a title yet-

You always seem to be working. 
Or youre always with someone else.
I know youre busy, 
And I know you love me. 
But sometimes it feels, 
That it only goes one way. 
I feel like I put in all the effort,
When it comes to talking and seeing eachother. 
Sometimes I wish you would quit your job, 
And make me more of a priority. 
But I would never tell you that, 
Because I dont want to seem rude. 
I need you now, 
And you dont seem to care, 
Because you have other plans. 
And I cry at night, just knowing, 
That Im not your number 1 priority anymore. 
I need to be more than an option. 
Or something to do when you get bored.
You say thats not what I am, 
But thats certainly how I feel. 
I love you so much, 
And you say the same to me,
But actions speak louder than words. 
Even little things would do, 
Like flowers or an unexpected message. 
I like things like that, 
And I hint constantly, 
But nothing ever comes from them. 
Im tired of feeling so lonely, 
When Im supposed to have you to count on.
I need you more than anything, 
And I feel like you couldnt care less. 
I love you, you need to know that. 
And I know that you love me. 
But you need to be around more often, 
For me not to loose faith in us.


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The Other Woman

Honey we've been together a few years now, but the truth is
Our love was counterfeit, those hugs and kisses were all useless
You knew I was a good man but I got no respect
I put my all into this relationship and i got nothing left
I even went to God with it but he didn't tell me what I wanted to hear
So it brings me to the point, when I tell you what you always feared
The well of love that ran dry with you I found again
But not with you, her, yes her, I'll stop beating around it then
She provided abundantly with support, when i felt pityful
It was never sexual between us, she managed to tap into my spiritual
I used to reflect back to our good time and soak my pillows with tears
Torment to my heart, to rationalize with throwing away all these years
Why couldn't we work it our is the first thought that comes to mind
But I'll hold back my tears, because my wounds will heal with time
I know this will be hard to take so please listen man
I wake up in the morning, gaze into the mirror, and see a different man
Trust my words, I would never intentionally do anything to hurt your feelings 
I tried to work it out ans it seems like my prayer wouldn't go pass the ceiling
It's not fair for me to lead you on, so I won't leave you wondering or something 
Honestly there is no longer an us, just you and I, becase there is another woman


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One Man's Lament

It’s a few years later and life has moved on,
For most people around me the pain seems all gone.
Distant is the memory of the fear and the pain,
As if once forgotten it won’t happen again.

But I sit here alone, high on the hill,
Overlooking the landscape that still is surreal.
On the horizon is the city where we both loved to go,
Only where once were two towers, somewhere now is her soul.

I will never forget the events of that day,
At the subway stop, where we parted our ways.
I happened to watch her as she got lost in the crowd,
Only a few hours later I would be sobbing out loud.

The view from up here will never be the same,
My mind still sees buildings where none do remain.
But there’s more missing then towers from this young man’s life,
My children’s mother and my beautiful wife.

So as years pass by and terrorists are found,
Buildings spring up from the still scarred ground,
People move on with their lives best they can,
I sit here and wonder; when will I see her again?




NOTE:  My wife worked across the street from the WTC but did not go to work on 9/11 
because she had a Dr's appointment that day.  She is alive and well; but one day while 
wondering what could have happened if she went to work on that tragic day, my mind 
visualized a tormented soul lamenting his loss and I wrote this poem.  This poem is fictional.


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Letter

This is a notice of my disgust
To a man I thought that I could trust
What thoughts could have been in your head
Because  all you've accomplished is to make me feel dread 
I really don't ever want to go back
I just want to give up on it all & pack
I want to go home now more than ever
All connection with this place I would like to sever
But of course I'm caught in a catch 22
Because for my kids lives leaving is not the right thing to do
As always I will put my girls future first
I hope I can continue without an outburst
I don't know how I'm gonna deal with this revolt
When all it's doing is making me want to bolt.


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Loss Love

Its still hard to believe
that you're gone away from me
can you get it through your head
that we are meant to be
if you cant get it through
then Im not the one for you
we been seperated for several years
I did my share
now its up to you
to change your ways
to act like a man
admit you were wrong
when you fuked my friend
and when that night
I caught you at the club
with another woman
givin kisses and hugs
It takes more of a man
to be true to his wife
it makes me so sad
youre not actin right
I still have thoughts of you
that youre comin back
its communication
that you lack,
im willing to work it out
to save this marriage
but its up to you
to pick up your slack,
but if you dont
I will love you no matter what
even when this divorce is through,
deep down within me
I still want to be with you
I want to hold you in my arms
and never let go,
I want to love you forever
and grow old
Indeed I tried so hard
to work this out
but you keep on putting me down
when in fact, it was you
who cheated on me
with a few,
my bestfriend,
your lady friend,
after all this mess,
I still love you


Details | Free verse | |

Crying on the Coward's Birthday

Emily wakes up laughing
but I see tears upon her pillow.
She's so far away from
shoulders and sleeves.
Remembering surrendering.
No more pajama tops
or secrets in the dark,
just a flame burning slowly down to spark.
Where and when
then and there
she's losing track of details.
She punches the clock
and puts together
pieces of permanent plastic.
She hears a song,
her strength is gone.
She lays down her munitions.
Crying on the coward's birthday.


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The Laborer

Standing outside,
Working in the heat,
Skin charred and brown,
Weathered and leathery.
There toils the laborer.  

He’s fixed at a distance,
Huddled with others.
Like warehouse items,
Tools packed together,
Yet to be used.  

His clothes are caked,
Decorated with dirt and dust.
They are torn at the sides
And unwashed for days—
Except from his sweat.  

But when he comes near,
You shy from his odor,
Disgusted by the soiled shirt.  
Avoiding him like spoilt fruit
Rotting when left in the sun too long.  

His arms are creased from overwork,
His hands are like bricks, 
His body is weary and chipped,
He is ready to crumble and break
Like the rusted tools he carries.  

Yet he keeps toiling.
Ignoring the complaints of the noise
Or the accusations of lethargy.  
Swallowing his pride
To earn his allowance.  


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Just like it for the feelings

Like it for the feelings
And like it for the words
Because you don't have to like it for the setting that its been put in
Don't hate my work because its what you've been trying to do for so long
And don't hate me because I can write it
Its the only thing I'm good at
Even though I try so hard to do something else
But this is the only thing that fits my personality
I may be joyful 
And I may be playful
But the one thing that I love to do is write all these for you
It can take me hours 
Even days at the most 
To think of something that you will like
And something that you'll love
But you still don't like the layout
So what I say is this
Just like it for the feelings
And just like it for the words
Because just like your things its a work of art that nobody should miss.  


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Labor of Childhood

Throwaway child abandoned by father
rejected by mother
No place to call home
no food, no safety, no shelter
just work to be done.

Minding the store,
paying the bills, taking care of mother
and little brother.
Child promised her mother,
"I won't let you loose the house."

Sent to school often tired and hungry,
Classmates showed no mercy.
"Say you're a boy! Cry!"
Taunted, battered, tortured;
the child refused to cry.

She sucked all the emotion in,
Vowed to defeat all enemies,
to protect, provide and serve her family
no matter the cost.
Young girl called upon to be a man
always felt male inside.


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Not My Fault

Chorus2x : 
I don't know what's going on/ but I know it's not my fault/ I don't wanna be the one/ 
to let what we have be done/

Verse1: Baby when you said/ it was just you and me/ I thought you meant/ 
 forever baby/ but you went and changed/ your words around/ now you acting like/ 
  you can do without/ we been through so much/ baby can't you see/ 
  I'm tryna work this out/ but you're not helping me/ leave her alone/ 
 she you don't need/ 'cuz everything you need/ is right here in me/ 

Chorus2x

Verse2: Now I can't believe/ that this is happening/ now the way you speak/
is like you blaming me/ you compare everything/ that I do or say/ to that girl/
boy I can't live this way/ don't you dare tell me/ that I'm the one who's wrong/
and how the way we are is all my damn fault/ keep tryna work this out/ but I can't 
go on/
so I just wanna tell ya/ baby I'm done/

chorus 2x


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Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time


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Yesterdays' Thoughts'

                             An old man standing on his porch
                             The sun so hot it feel's like a torch
                             Strawhat pulled down to shade his eyes
                            In the distance he hears a lonesome Dove cry
                            He works from sunup everyday,till late afternoon
                             Stands on his porch, and looks at the moon
                             He thinks of his wife and happier days
                             But she is no more,God called her away
                                  He now lives all alone
                              No one to share his humble home
                              His children have moved far away
                                   Looking for a better way
                               Tears in his eyes he wipes away
                               His thoughts are of yesterday


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Lovingly insane

The memory of one night recently
Still wanders intently through my brain
I hear your voice in darkness and it leaves me
Longing for more and it excitedly drives me insane
You again had taken me places, and I ever so willingly went,
That no man has ever been able to find
All that with just you speaking to me through the phone line
Even with many around you made me feel safe with your voice being so sweet,
sexy and very kind
If all this with just talking over the phone imagine if I again ever get your touch
No control for me would be able to be contained because I need that so much
but this with her is something you have to do, you have to try
Yet you hold your hands to cover my eyes from this your afraid I'll cry
You keep the truth from me because of how I may take it I need to know why
I'm stronger now than you know
Do you cover my eyes from your truth
Because you don't just want to hurt my feelings and you want them spared
Or do you hold you hand there 
Because deep down for me you and in love with me to and it's more right now 
then you realize or let yourself care
You go ahead and try to work it all out between you two
Hope she feels lucky or once again have another chance with you
I sure would if in her shoes
I would show you all what as a man you deserve
I hope you give it a really good chance on making it all work out
Because if you didn't you wouldn't be the man you are and have always been to 
everyone who's ever known you
You wouldn't then be doing just everything  you could possibly do
It's true
So do it don't stop until you're done
If you need someone to talk to
I'll still be here
And still be trying not for you to shed one single tear
And please know that I have always loved you
I believe towards me you feel that way to
Here is where I'll be
If and when you need me
When you remember when you see
The other night so recently
How the memory wanders through your brain
How we can yet still drive each other so lovingly insane


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The Ultimate Maze

Lost in this maze
This maze I call my brain
Trying to break through these walls
To where she never calls
As life ticks away
I'm lost, lost in this maze

Take it as it's given
Play the hand you were dealt
It all sounds so easy
When YOU'RE the one dishing it out
What do you do when the line makes you?
I'm lost, lost in this maze

How do you solve it when you can't start from the end?
You have to work your way through it
Hit every wall, turn around at every dead end
Thoughts of confusion
From questions with no deanswer
I'm lost, lost in this maze

Never know what's wrong
Never know what's right
Will it ever end?
What's the point?
Who do you listen to when you can't trust anyone?
What do you do when nothing will be right?
where do you go when you just want to escape?
I'm lost, lost in this maze

To everyone else this is just drama
A real life soap opera
They don't seem to realize 
This is my world crumbling down around me
Crushing me under it's weight
I'm lost, lost in this maze

Advice comes from every corner
Support from every sturdy wall
But here comes that edge again
Slicing me open like i'm the specimen
Laughing as I bleed
I'm lost, lost in this maze

No on can relate
No on surely 'knows'
No matter what they say, this is how it goes;
Those you want to talk to most
You can't work up the nerve
Those you want to go away
Ask a question in every word
I'm lost, lost in this maze

What's going on?
Where am I headed?
Why is this happening to me?
why are you doing this?
Pushing me like this?
Abusing me like this?
Confusing me like this? 
Does it matter? 
Is anyone even listening?
I'M LOST, LOST IN THIS MAZE

This fake smile covers my face
They say I can't act, but I have them all believing
I never used to frown
Now I'm breaking down
Are you testing me? 
Is this all a dream?
I'm lost, lost in this maze

I run faster
My heart pumps
My head spins
My breathe restricts
I'm confused
I'm hurt
I'm lonely
I'm lost
Lost in this maze
This maze I call my brain


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Given A Break (angel of sadness)

If we lost our lives for every mistake we made
We wouldn't make mistakes
So I'mma give them a break
Some say my soul may perish in flakes
So for now I'mma cherish these blue lakes
Later I'mma give them a break
You living right, Die any given night
Dig up your corpse, no remorse
Mistake for mistake
Now I'mma give em a break

I script my soul, this uncherished life on blank disc
Lie killed, smothered by the only blanket this fire missed
Taken by the same barrell you kissed
Come back in twenty years if your truly missed
U.P.D harrassing me
Patting me down, chestising me
Claiming they smell marijuana
Different topic if you choose to sell at a beach in Laguana
I've never puffed a blunt
Never gripped a new port 
Should I ever bluff a stunt
But I got better things to do than sue the courts
Duck tape ankles to knees
Hands to thighs
Let their flesh dangle in ease so simple to please
No demands, my spand to die
Pulled me over nine times in seven days
Twice in ten minutes
Stressed my shoulders, I'mma define crime, murder, each in in eleven ways
Roll the dice, darkness begins
Uniformed body's being pulled up by janitors and tenants
I work my anus off, literally I work it off
Taking 17 hours, working 3 jobs 
70 hours of production a week
For this promise I will keep
Your nightmares 
Are preminitions of me coming for you during sleep


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Trapped

What really happened there
Making the mine to collapse,
Leaving all six men trapped
While for a breath they gasp.

Sirens and lights filled the air
Quickly emergency crews arrive,
They work imediately but cautiously
In hopes to find the miners alive.

Family and friends all gather
Weeping together in prayer,
For no new news as of yet
Even strangers are gathering theree.

Many people growing restless
The shock, panic and fear,
Nobody really knowing much
Just waiting for the miners to appear.

Dead or alive is now the question
Will it be home or grave they go,
Praying with faith and hope
If only the answer we would know.


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The Dog Team

The leader is ahead, you know,
His head held high, his chest held low,
As he races through the snow,
Where he leads, the rest will go.

The harnessed dogs have aching feet,
A pound of fish is all they eat,
Yet they will never face defeat,
Till their job is all complete.

The pride of pulling is in their heart,
Till death will make their lives depart,
They will pull the rugged sleigh,
Until they see their final day.

They toil without one complaint,
They try to keep from being faint,
Sled dogs are, I know, a faithful saint,
A picture of Christ's life they paint,

He died faithfully for His greatest love,
He died so we may all be with Him above,
And if the sled dog loves pulling the sled so,
Jesus loved to save from sins, so much more you know?


Details | Free verse | |

The Lifer

The Lifer
Eye feel so sorry for someone that cares for only work and cannot have a little fun 
it seems so sad to me they cannot use the world to live or love but robot only 
seems to me a fate as worse as any death has come to those in work zones he 
looked for all the world a sad sad man when he said there is only work related 
things allowed on his bulletin board in the work zone land. He has helped me 
many times but now he told me with his eyes that eye am just a cipher in his life 
he died when he signed up for cash a lifer stuck upon the number given him 
when job was given name a number in the zone a lifeless thing a lifer come to 
stay how many gentle readers have the number or the name just like the lifer 
man the game is god the thing is done now no new information in the lifer zone 
allowed. No Soul.


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Manipulator

Manipulator
Manipulator of the corn and sun making waves of amber grains learning to be 
future time traveling now just marking time taking up spaces meant to be used 
by people just like the eye peggy sue and bobby billy ginger lee using all the 
markers calling all the shots calling all the markers in to guarantee a slot 
manipulating everyone around them with the worthless they become promises of 
sex to pay for some every other word coming from a worthless space saying 
things to others a disgrace saying things like oh that well that it does not really 
matter why do you keep on bringing that item up to me it does not really matter 
much to me a parting shot a drifting howl goodbye a cipher in my eye tomorrow 
will be better for that is when we triumph that is when we win tomorrow we will 
rise up stronger from the din of all the worthless noises tearing all the ears away 
tomorrow when the band begins again to play what happened to today 
manipulator


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Restrictive Services

 Restrictive Services 
Restrictive Services 
 
 
Knowledge kept would be the crime of the century plant the knowledge in a pot of 
kept who gets it who wins no one wins all will die the field of flowers covers me 
eye cry the wind has taken all my thoughts the sorrow of the world has come the 
pot is kept the knowledge pot but even worse restrictions come the harder it gets 
the harder it seems to become no one wins when knowledge leaves the 
knowledge pot unless it shares with all the people come the candle burning at 
both ends impresses no one the work ignored the  knowledge soon repressed 
the books are burned the burning dress is added to the pep rally bond fire and 
the work the fun is gone toss in all the textbooks while the devil dances there and 
animal become 


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Have I Changed

People tell me that I’m not the person I use to be
Tell me what has changed about me
Is the thought that I don’t want to be lonely
Or is it the thought of me literally

Have I strayed more away from Ty
Because I busy worrying about some guy
Have I gave up all my needs 
In this reality 
Just so some guy can be with me

Have I changed because I’m afraid to be alone?
And remained by my self
Because it feels only in my mind that I need to be with someone else
Have I changed because I don’t spend much time with my son?
Because every day I’m always on the run

Have I changed because people made me changed?
Or I made my self actually
Changed

People don’t know how I feel or even know what’s going on with me
And if they knew 
I wonder how would they looked or think of me
Probably the same way they think or looked now
What am I supposed to say to that wow?

When I sit here and think about it I have changed 
Not because of Zaya
 And not because of Drew
But because of the emptiness I felt inside after it felt like I lost the love of my life 
Ever since drew my life has changed

Not because of them but because of me
Feeling lonely
Not knowing how to be alone
Knowing that it’s ok to be alone

Because being alone hurts
And nobody likes being alone 
But I guess if that person is bringing you down
There is no other option but to turn your life around

Before every thing you work so hard for all comes to an end
And at the end nothing has been accomplished 
And everything you work hard for is gone
And their wont be nothing to do but think about how wrong everything has gone

I guess the best thing for me to do is be alone for a while 
So that my life can grow 
And I can accomplished more than I ever wanted in life 
Because you never know what you have until is gone


Details | ABC | |

OTHER GOD WAS SLEEPING

Time within the earth hour
was lengthening.
The other god was sleeping.

Becoming was inviting the death
while climbing.
Frostbite amputates the memory.

Ending without beginning,
I was asking the seeker to stop
searching the answers.

The houses were burning on the road,
silence, had a vertical sound,
no words, no tongue.

Death had tears of blood
riding on the horseback
it was charging on the wandering incense.

SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Wasted Mind

A beautiful mind
Brilliant thinker
Poetic words capture everyone's attention
Consumes knowledge
And revels in it

Life surpasses this vessel
Circumstances superceede the thoughts
Reality takes a visit and moves in
Stimulation miniscule
Stuck quielty behind a desk


Details | Quatrain | |

They'll Get Theirs

Because of need, I toil, I sweat,
I bear the burden of others’ ills.
Despite the efforts, nothing’s gained.
Again and again, my blood is spilled.

Middle class man in a dead end job
Doing the best for the family, the home.
Stabbed again, by the men with no eyes
Gives my mind the intention to roam.

More money to gain or is respect the want?
Do I dare make a change in my life?
Will I be able to provide for the children?
Will I be able to make happy, my wife?

Keep looking ahead and lose not my own.
At least that’s what I keep saying.
For a day will come when all will get theirs
Or at least, that is for what I am praying.


Details | Rhyme | |

Aim Your Goals

They are poor,
Being good for sure,
They can't see the real world,
In their dream world;
They are always smart,
With their smooth heart
They are unhappy,
As their life became a floppy.
They are always with fear,
As their eyes has only tear;
They are mens,
Who dont know to write with pens
They are childrens,
Who dont know to count even tens.
They can eat,
When they are in the streets,
They even beg,
For a egg;
They walk in the streets,
Even when the sun heats
They have no wealth,
And only a little health.
They are not blessed by god,
Even though they work like a rod;

They have ambition,
Even in this condition;
And about us,
We are blessed;
We have eyes,
We can see;
We have mouth,
We can shout,
We should live together,
Even in a changing weather.
We should have a good role 
And a good goal;
Aim, get the fame,
Win the game and get a good name.



Details | Free verse | |

The Exit

There it was 
before me yet,
I could not approach.
It taunted me this day
as I ached for its use,
but retreated from it.
Monday called to me
as work became priority,
but my focus was still
on it and its power.
Oh why! 
The bittersweet
agony of knowing soon,
but never soon enough,
overcame me
as this day dragged
into a week of
sacrificed time.