Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
These broken, shattered pieces of me are aching
My selfish heart cracking and breaking
Can the healing of the rain
Ease your undying pain
Like a brat I helplessly cling to you
Unaware of just what my venom does to you
Until it is too late to take back the sting
To change this monstrousness I have become…this thing
Never once did you really hate me
And alone I never wanted to be
But my deranged mine created a scenario…a belief that you did not want me around
And I pushed you away…shoved you to the ground
And I can never undo this hurtful crime
Nothing can make this guilt and pain go away…not even time
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
I have pets in the streets
Some cat, some dog...
I have friends, that I never talk.
I have darlings, I have loves,
I have never touch.
In my dream, from away, such...
I am afraid to fondle a cat
I can hurt.
Or my friend...
I have loves, such I love them
From far in my heart,
So that someone can separate.
Like a guilty, forbidden somebody,
I love them in my dream,
They never know.
So that I love you, I can not tell; what hell.
Set child, listen to your elder's story often as you can for we are but men A time to live a time to die sorely in life to always do good, my friend: Written books are ink and pen, by a hand So harken more to do the good, when told Living letters never to hold again is far better to hear a voice of old: for prose can write anything to get their way living histories of the feelings told are fading, grows from youth to old but stay; before you pass a place you can not go To heed my grandmother's words, I said no always to do good I fail but I know
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
We should communicate in poetry
eliminating all anger from us
anger kills just like guns in this country
we must bring peace here without any fuss
doing away with anger is the way
many will say anger is a good thing
because Jesus showed anger in his day
but the world has change the angels won’t sing
hine the light on all our dark thoughts right now
I do believe worldwide peace is able
since Satan is waiting with his big plow
I was taught all sins were forgivable
sorry is so much than a simple word
it’s a way of life your soul’s only sword
Some Advice in This Sonnet
A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.
Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.
Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.
Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
I sit in the dark, alone with my brain
Now I clearly see how one goes insane
I put down my words but they don't seem right
Since you left me, I can no longer write
It's been a few weeks since you have been gone
There's not a thing I can concentrate on
All that's in my mind is what did I do
To push away someone brilliant as you
I was so selfish, wanting you much more
Your waking moments were mine to adore
I didn't realize I had a great thing
I never got a chance to hear you sing
Oh my muse why did I drive you away
My words are empty, my life in decay
If I just had one day left in life,
I'd rid myself of anger, envy, strife.
I'd hug those I loved dearly through the years,
And kneel to God, crying with bitter tears.
My prayer, dear God, extend my days to live,
For there's still one more person to forgive.
It's me, that comes regretting my despair,
Having lived a pauper's life seemed unfair.
I wanted to travel across the lands,
To see mountains high and the ocean sands.
How can I forget untraveled highways,
And be content at the end of my days?
For all that needs be done, God gives grace.
Fretting life ends, with hopes of better place.
The great wish is that we shall never feel,
Dark as the shady thorns over the yonder;
Beating hearts of gloom just atop the hill
Men with rage they neglect the ponder.
Oh, it were I was happy fool as any
Content to play the game of dull pretense,
Specious are these moments for so many;
Truth tales of lies to their own bitter ends.
Some would weasel that amends could be made
Bed is done lied in, for shame has come in;
Son against father with sharp verbal blade
Killed a command, instead honored sin.
Yet in the dark, light still filtered good through,
Heaven and hell, God above only who knew.
It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most
With no ones there to cover or care
It's when the night gets cold
My thoughts flood my brain
Your image takes such a strong hold
I have no control
It's when the night gets cold
I ache for you the most
Wanting to be so close
But no one near to see nor hear
It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most
I tried to follow some Truth and Moral
Now I sit here like I had no option
I thought I had to love every pal
Life has been tough, I thought my friends were gone
How could spirit stand by my side – you know?
Nothing, I mean nothing meant my pathway
What I gave I got back like I sow
Every bit and flesh of me should turn hay
Love, hate, feelings, everything seemed so dead
This my place was like after a havoc
I had no hope to find a soul to wed
Madness is my latest hope and stock
What then is Truth, what is it all about?
I´ve had enough of searching: this I shout!
If all I had left to live is twenty-four hours
I will plant a green garden with flawless flowers
I will pick for my friends and fans some red roses
I will be ready for that home more glorious than the galaxies
I will never be sorry and sad but be grateful and glad
For a life well spent with my family… mom and dad
I will thank God for making me fervent and faithful to the end
Before I finally fly, I will bid farewell to my foes and friends
I will take account of the lovely and lively life I’ve lived
I will say a sincere sorry to all those I have grossly grieved
I will pray for the hopeless and helpless men and women
I will ask God to save them from the devil’s deadly den
If I had one day left to join the holy angels that hail hallelujah!
I will make my heart and hands ready to sing and hail hosanna!
You finally lost your feelings for me
I turned away, I´d lied to you: you left
You were ´him´to our gang: I was She
My restless notion of you was false theft
Again, over and over, something´s there
A finger stir an acupuncture spot
Losing is nothing to me: that I dare
I turn mediocre and you´re not hot
Analyzed Sex is coldness, I should know
From Gigantic thrill down my this and that!
I was not that cute that I could tip-toe
I looked for a Man under every hat
Take this(!): leave me to null and nudity
There´s void in this hell: I vomit on pity!
A dance of death, a greedy chore
Trapped inside these creature comforts;
A chance of life may become a bore
Outside this pleasantly right hurt.
But, soft and fair, though, of the skin,
In flesh a silent malice lies
Dormant, unnoticed, not used in
Context. Still, touch me as day dies.
And you, a ghost I cannot touch
By reaching out to Heart or mind,
Caught up in this sweetly rush-
Jaded: Nothing else left to find.
Superfluous and flushed, we breath
In gusts, unable to be free.
The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
Dedicated to my best friend; I'm sorry Laura. May we never have a fallout again...
My deepest apologies my dearest friend,
I hope we are on the mend.
I never meant the words I said,
And to lose you would render my heart dead.
It was all in pain when anger rose,
And every day my guilt grows.
Sorrow clouds my spirit,
Accusations it whispers, I can hear it.
From shallow dreams and haunting nightmare I wake,
I’m afraid I cannot fix this mistake.
Oh can you forgive me,
Or is our friendship not to be?
My heart lurches for the pain I caused you,
My best friend, to make this right again I’ll do what I have to…
I was blinded to the autonomy
Of the actions committed in the time
Moonfall hesitated, and did not see
Malice in the eyes that were naught to be mine.
The crescent curves of a smile's sliver;
Indecision of skin, rancid and smooth;
Plush sentences congeal as I quiver;
Thoughts so careless, teeth dripping wir'y sooth.
My sight could not pierce nightfall-scathingly
Battened down were my mind and eyes, depraved
by sour medicine dreams filling me,
Unwillingly, with satire not staved.
The birr which I painted your portrait with
Disenchanted my world, a cause for death.
I went and signed up for a course to
make sin a whole lot more banal
and a lot less fun to be in,
to make my retentiveness more anal
now chocolate is not as dark and rich
those stolen kisses aren't as sweet
hearing juicy gossip's just a snitch
and pride feels like it's only conceit
five miles over the state's limit
seems like murdering my innocent child
to show up at the free clinic's illicit
I've taken all joy from being free and wild
I'm thinking now of forgetting the damn course
life's no fun since I'm filled with remorse
© Goode Guy 2012-04-07
Sweet colors of skys will die
Little girl close your eyes and you will fly
Candy drops of tears will fall
Holding onto promises that no longer excist
Dreams of a dream that happiness is real
Mamma see's your sad eyes, wondering what took the glitter away
Wishing out the fire on the last candle
Wishing to see a new night
Pink,blue,yellow,green balloons I hold
Watching them slip through my fingers forever
Feeling the pain break you apart inside
Believing that the pain is the only memory
Dont let the burning of sunder mark you
A drip of strawberry poison will weaken the pain
Hush Hush the lip's of memory's
And dance till the sun bleed's the last drop
Never knew love the way I know it now
Never will I know even when I ask how
She left and that was all
I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall
I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist
I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist
We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears
I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears
It killed me to love and lose
I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze
I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me
It turns out she was the one to enslave me
My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein
I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine
The thought of her is making my heart race
My walls are gone and now I have too much space
I think my loss is starting to hit me
I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me
I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor
I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore
I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time
I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb
I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill
My eyes are awake yet my body lie still
The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts
I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...
Goose bumps rise upon my back as I walk.
Exiting the world I once knew, leaving.
I need to open my mouth and talk.
Trying to start something new by achieving.
Oh, how sad to see them all leave and go.
Holding one another in their arms.
Now it is our time to live and grow.
Always holding on to our good luck charm.
Like a bird flying away from its nest.
Looking for a new home to land in.
You will go east and I will go west.
Going to a new place to start, begin.
When I look up I see their green gowns,
And the tears from their faces’ run down.
My shadow, dark and scary.
I just want to leave it behind.
I can't get rid of it fully,
It is staying in my mind.
I'm inspired to move further,
As my hopes always show me light.
I,m optimistic for future
But, my shadow is stuck tight.
The more I forward to the light,
The bigger does it appear.
Memories of my past does melt
And burst out from eyes in tears.
I want to brush my past aside
And make my future my true pride.
Remember last time when you sat on that chair,
It was totally nothing near fun.
And as you breathed the heavy air,
You began to yawn and wanted to shun,
What your instructor was talking of here and there.
And time passed; there was nothing to be done.
You already passed away without giving a care,
Appearing in a place that made you run.
And yes you were fast, surly should have won,
But it all went blank with just a flare,
And there lied before you a weight of a ton,
And waiting it sat, seeming easy to share.
But the time was up, everyone at the door,
And you began crying and fell to the floor.
To my Valentine
My voracious dear
Whose zest is for wine
Yet mine guise is of beer
To my dulcet amore
You're the last in regard
To my soul's paramour
This endeavor is scarred
Same as Aeneas
I'll leave this sublime queen
And love instantaneous
Twill deliquesce 'tween
No curb to my ideal
Since love turned out unreal
If I could take back
Everything I said
I’d do it in a heart beat
Retracting every single thread
If I could erase the words
And place them where they belong
My eraser would then dissipate
As I feverishly erase the wrong
If I could turn back the clock
And reluctantly go back into time
I would think about the consequences
Of writing a hurtful rhyme
But reversing time isn’t an option
So I’m searching for another mode
To be able to say to you “I’m sorry”
I give you this single pleading ode
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Yesterday, I saw my buddy, he was with his daddy
On their yard, together happily playing, the rugby
While I stood near at the iron gate, I heard his father
Telling him, of his love and belief, that he should gather
My admiration goes for his father, in him, he’s laid
Brave boys, don’t cry, it is only a girlish thing, he said
I envy my friend of his time with his father, they talked
And having great time, of being together, so I walked
Out, from the scene, without disturbing their family time
While inside me, hate’s mustering, for my own has no rhyme
Today, when I saw my friend, like dried meat, in his coffin
I thought his father have lived with conscience, for his own teen
My old buddy had an intriguing hole, on his forehead
He was only 12 years old, and now, tears for him I shed
I felt the symptoms starting
There was nothing I could do
Other than up my dosage some
Instead of ingesting one, taking two
That didn’t seem to matter
I felt the rage beginning to mount
The irritating aura surrounding me
My control I must take into account
Raged and manically inhabited
Trying feverishly to maintain control
I lost it as fast as I wished it
Anger completely solely on patrol
Crying isn’t going to help me
Nor are my silent pleas out of mouth
Severe repercussions of my actions
Regret and sorrow leading me south
As far south as my feet can take me
Escaping this cruel mental shame
Leading me to another side of darkness
A place where no one will remember my name
© Stacy Lynn Stiles