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Details | Ballad | |

Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
 
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
 
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
 
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~

by;pd


Details | Rhyme | |

Like The Sun

Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced  my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass  a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set, 
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea 
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally


Details | Couplet | |

Before The Sun Sets

The sun set with a golden glow the day on which you I met
 On that special  walk in the beautiful  park as the sun set

The sun set a glowing red as I walked with no threat
Amongst the trees of different hues as the sun set

The sun set slowly going down dropping, to it I'm indebt
To enjoying every minute of color as slowly the sun set

The sun set quietly didn't say a word but drew
Others to come in and watch closely as the sun set

The sun sets for you and me my handsome dear
Come close lets get all we can from life before fully the sun sets


Details | Free verse | |

CARPENTER

cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.


Details | Rispetto | |

Purple Horizon Proud

The sun rose bright red not a dark cloud in sight
           Few whispy cotton clouds spread around blue sky
Redtail Hawk in sky left nest for morning flight
          On those cold air currents he did swiftly fly

Door was opened by east north easterly wind
           Letting out illness, death, want_then in comes health
The sun set covered in dense clouds_cold its shroud
           Will it rise in morn purple horizon proud


Details | Elegy | |

Death In September

The flower face of the sun bloomed on you;
the corona of light

easing the passage, caressing you.
Catwalking on the bright side of life;

the false jollity, aching to laugh.
Embraces, your body in a bowl of arms,

brave waves, the last goodbye.
My own desperate clutching, as if

I were a tree sucking at the sky.
The delicate frosting on my birthday cake -

a sugary irony.
How quickly the coronal of anniversary flowers

became a wreath.
Choking on the three hundred miles

to your resting place,
the car eating the road.

Tension-riddled, the family squabbles
snapped at the air.

Alone in the pristine, starched hotel room,
propped between pillow and sheet,

stiff as rigor mortis,
my eyes ploughing a newspaper,

thoughts turned introvert and febrile.
A white envelope holding the small silver gift

of your necklace, an oyster cradling its pearl.
Your gold ring playing its warmth

on my finger, thin and white,
the September sun shining in it.

A passion flower clinging to its wire hoop,
sweating out the fragrance of late summer.

Defiant and slightly shocking in my bright patchwork skirt;
a vibrant rainbow flying in the black leer of the cortege.

Your husband
easing the great weight of his grief with Valium.

The voice of the vicar carrying,
stentorian, across the echoing expanse of church.

In your diaphanous dress you were a bride
displaying your bouquet -

the mourning arum's white head bowed.
Fine linen shrouding the table, pink curls of salmon,

water glasses floating their tiny icebergs.
Plumbing the depths of your wardrobe,

the outfits hanging limp as fish.
The room gasping in late sunlight,

heady with your Florentyna perfume and oxygen cylinders,
the light lying glassy and quiet.

Your loving memorabilia yielding to damp autumn earth.
My eyes opening to your immortality.  An immortal truth.




Details | Quatrain | |

Wild Orchid; Is She The One

filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s” in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?” a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?” he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……


Details | Free verse | |

September's End

as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night

the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light

the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns

my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway

another gray Monday 
setting my mood
this last day of September

memories bled
less red than the edges
of  these clouds
as the sun began her rise

my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again

the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake

the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life

yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes

the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time

though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death

the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again


Details | Narrative | |

The Bottomless Pit

From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated, 
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.

Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other, 
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.

Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf. 

I couldn't blame my mother 
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
		
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush 
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.

He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling, 
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

a fair day

It was a fair day for silence.

The sun had risen up courtly, almost mechanically,
Like a marionette on the strings of a puppeteer.
With the sun came Heat, wrathful to have been woken at such an hour.
As if avenging its early rise, 
Heat caused oppression, 
Discomfort and confusion 
Upon the innocent day.

It was a fair day for exclusion.

Only one was oblivious to the relentless heat,
He sat there motionless, lifeless and corpse-like.
They would glance at him nonchalantly.
He was just a piece of the scenery, 
Always had been there, 
Always would be there, 
Invisible.

It was a fair day for neglect.

Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out, 
Left him a shell, 
Unmoving, 
Unblinking.
The day progressed, the light dimmed, 
It was as if fate and destiny had led him to this moment.
If anyone had cared to look, they may have noticed a glint in his eye.
He liked the sunset.

It was a fair day for an end.

The sun slowly made its way back home.
Heat gradually left, bored with the sun’s absence.
Silence was once more.
The sun closed its eyes. 
The moon began its regime over the obeying night sky.

It was a fair day for sweet nothing.

He still sat there, 
But no one knew.
So was he still alive, 
If no one saw him die?


Details | Rhyme | |

The End

The time will come
When days will end.
All life will cease.
The end of Men.
The earth will die
With no remorse,
As nature takes
Its plotted course.
No children left
To wonder at the sky,
Asking all their questions 
With wondering eyes.
The time will come
When the sun will rise,
Only to be seen
By dead men’s eyes.
No plants to drink
The golden light,
They all will be gone
Struck dead in their plight.
The population will perish,
The world will stop;
All will be gone,
Animal, plant, human, and crop.
The time will come
When all will grow dark,
No sun left
To find the earth as its mark.
Then the wounds are too deep,
Too many to mend.
Time will be over,
The earth is dead.
The end.


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

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


Details | Free verse | |

Jesse

The sun was blaring down 
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town 
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired

Jesse was a loner 
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill 
His throat would be a treat

His body aged and weary 
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have

What would come of Jesse 
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul

He travels to the city 
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town 
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay

He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid 
The city streets
Would be his home to stay

In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world

He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory 
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company

Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be


Details | Free verse | |

Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?


Details | Personification | |

Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Dying Beauty

Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly, But what hath you be, when the sun must fall? The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly, Then the sunset be your beauty's last call What happens when your morning dew has dried? Sprinkled reflection of morning passes What when the sunlight's golden hue has died, And you're all alone in dying grasses? What will you be, when your stem has turned brown? And there's no set of eyes to admire? What when your lovely blue petals fall down, And there's nothing left of you to desire? Your beauty shall forever be the past, And this death of your color be the last~


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Six empty shells


A blinding sun had made her stare askance;
he walked the distance to converge his fate,
a swirling, laughing wind began to dance 
and jokingly their lives to desecrate.

Replacing the six empty shells he turned
to see her worried glance beyond the blooms,
that innocent embellished unconcerned
the reckless, smiling braves aside their tombs.

The Smith and Wesson forty-fours then bucked,
she knew the blooming noon was ending fast
and nothingness neglected to obstruct
what fates adjudicated to recast.

She saw the brazen shells inside the dust;
monochromatic synthesis and hues
of sepia were blurring in the gust
that swirling sang their lonesome, Tombstone blues.

© 8/7/2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

(I include a JPG image of the composition 
on the "about the poem" page because my text spread folds.)


Details | Imagism | |

LET IT RAIN

It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Survivor's Story

I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.

Broken glass litters the street, 
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.

I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try. 

"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.

ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.

The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land, 
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing. 
I must find a way out of this...
hell.

A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.

I knew I must find a hospital, quick, 
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South? 
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?

I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere. 

I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support, 
but I couldn't let that stop me.

The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift, 
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.

Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die, 
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.

I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.

Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated" 

My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.

"I will not be defeated"

I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"

I CAN SEE!

"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply, 
"Yes. Yes I am."


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | Sonnet | |

TRAVELLER

As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.

The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, 
 The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,  
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.

For, that which comes to a man goes to another man 
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, 
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.

For traveller am i since birth put me on 
 Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.


Details | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Imagism | |

DARK SKIES

The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.


Details | Lyric | |

Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns


Details | Alliteration | |

last breath

the sun goes down,the sun goes up,i was young now am all grown,may i do one last thing before i die.


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say
Well...now I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Blank verse | |

We aborted the Lamb and Cursed it to Hell

We aborted the Christ a long time ago
What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled.
Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled
By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego.

Thee killed the Christ
Thee impeded his coming.
Thee cruel beast flaked with lies
O thee daughters of Jezebel’s sinning!

Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb
That lamb sent down to our sins loom. 

What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators?
What vice did he depict, O executors?
There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine.
That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat.

When thee felt it kick in glee in thee
Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder
Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha,
Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel.

Those Romans were of a less cruel breed
For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ.
I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger
While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and  beheading its soft cord.

I watched thee squash its throat:
A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak
Nor mastered the humanness of weeping.
I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing.

I watched thee as the sun set in the East
While darkness fell speedily from the mist
as the sun hid its head in fatal shame,
While thee with the stealth of Lucifer 
Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below
And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.



Details | Classicism | |

The Traveler

Wherein upon a darken road

the path by which the traveler trode

there amongst the guileless snow

Alighten by moonlight’s o’er throw


Lost among the recurring trees

On last breath, and on his knees

He took into him the cold grey night

His death foreseen in by a distant light.



On he slipped into humble death

Absolving life in shallow breaths

His eyes turned to the swollen moon

Knowing death was all too soon.



O’ here upon a darken road

Amongst the trees and pallid cold

He met the Maiden in mortal form

Her eyes alight and pale skin warm.


Her hair was gold as the finest thread

On her feet she lightly tread

To gather him up in her grace

She kissed him lightly o’er his face.



‘O’ little child, O’ mortal man’

She whispered light as angels can

‘Be now still and close thy eyes,

I’ve come to sever your earthly ties’



And when he gave a mournful sigh

His body quiet in the snow-bank lye

The Maiden took his ghostly hand

To lead him to the spirit’s land.



Away there from the darken road

The Maiden and a spirit trode

Away from a man, dead in the snow

Past the yew in ancient row.



‘O’ gentle Lady, O’ gentle bride,

Whilst you stay here by my side?’

And then she turned her face to him

To him she looked, her lips drawn grim.


‘Alas, my love, my belov’d man,

Only to your destiny that I can,

Yet after that you start anew,

But always know my love is true!’



And there he kissed her, his spirit guide

And silent they went, side by side

Through the night and then through light

Until the sun did grant them sight.



By morning in another land

When now the earth was made of sand

She said goodbye, and left his side

For back again, the road she’d ride.



His eyes he closed, deathly tight

To shade him from a radiant light

And there he lay, a new born babe

Early born to greet the day.



Aye, he heard the Maiden say

Whispered in his ear this day

‘Yet after this you begin anew,

But always know my love is true!’



‘For today for you, my little one,

The sun has risen brightly shone,

And thus shall eternity, it will repeat,

For the human spirit, yet incomplete. . .’


Details | Free verse | |

"Promise"

Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
Wounded
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
Answered
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Frozen

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...

Note: 

My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz


Details | Cowboy | |

Heaven's Tick

Oh, the sun and moon are tickin’
In the nighttime western skies—
A man’s got a lot of ridin’
Till that final day he dies.

He rides his ranch a wonderin’
Just what all this days will bring—
Ponderin’ all his finances
Till he hears the lone wolf sing.

He reckons it’s been a good life
And he would have changed no part—
And remembers those before him
That brings sadness to his heart.

Oh, the sun and moon are tickin’
And he hears that earthly chime—
He only wishes he’d done more
With that thing that’s known as time.


Details | Free verse | |

Cliffhanger

In the midst of conclusion,
this breathtaking, last sight.
Fitting the peace of final sigh,
the picture perfect landscape
spread out beneath a sky clear as Heaven’s light.

The vastness of nature’s reach and the danger of death
combined in dance creates an epic last note
in which one edge of balance will topple onto the other.

In a flash, my past performs a scene
to the rhythm of panic
as I’m held on edge by the arms of a murderous heart,
refusing to let me fall to forgotten love,
telling me to hold on…
Beyond the threshold of the rugged horizon
Heaven's gates beckon.

Should I let go?
To die inside myself or to live in slavery?

I look up to the now brilliant, crystalline sunset.
Time is running out for choice
as bloodied hands lose their foothold.
I look back to see the shadows multiplying,
encompassing the hope of life. 

As night chokes the permeating beams, 
I shut my eyes
and give up the fight that was never mine…


Details | Free verse | |

STORM

STORM

The calm waters edge
Happily splashing the shore
The look of the calm
So happy and free
The perfect place
Anyone should want to be
Thoughts of friends
Family you wish to share this moment with
The overwhelming feeling of joy
A swirling in your mind
The most amazing scene by mankind
Displayed right before your eyes
You want to cry 
At this feeling of pride
The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes
This epic moment 
Sun shining to the sea
Such an amazing thing 
Between the rays of light on sea
You see such godlike things
This whole feeling bringing you to your feet
For there is nothing like this
This one thing
The joy of this scene 
The warmth of the light beaming
The feeling of being free
This perfect view.
As the sun slowly flows down
You sit with it 
Staring at the sea
Its depth amazing
What  it can hold
All the life inside its depth
The suns gleam
Off this godly thing
Makes you wonder
How such a beautiful thing
Exists in this world of death.
The trees stir
The sun now tucked away
The ocean moves, calm as every other day
Laying down by its edge 
You look towards the sky
The stars slowly form
Showing their light
the moon takes the place
As the cool new sun
The crisp air of night
Flooding your mind
Making you lose track of time
Drifting to sleep
You awake in your dreams
The same old scene
Surrounds you
Yet it is not the same joy
The feeling is strange
The sun is clouded
Darkness making the ocean look grey
What was once a nice day
Has been shown to the side of decay
The wind flows around
But in a different tone
The way it moves
No, no something is wrong
The once clear open sky
Now looks to have drowned and died
The soft ocean seems to turn tide
Then the noise.
There is nothing.
The storms fury is coming
Spin, turn, look for a escape
Unable to hear yourself over the gale
You shut your eyes and think of the time
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
The one with the clear sky
The one that made you cry
Cry and cry
Those tears of happiness and content
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
the one that there was not a care in sight
the one where stars where shown bright
yes, yes once upon a time...


Details | I do not know? | |

Faithfulness Of Seasons

Each day the sun rises
Dependable light source
The birds sing your praises
With fervent joy of course

Fall follows summer now
Season of slower pace
The farmer puts away plow
Rural life a different race

Winter brings very own challenge
With a chill all around
That sun keeps on rising
Even the birds slow their sound

Then one day Son triggers
An awakening to those resting
No longer is it winter
Spring's voice is calling


Details | Rhyme | |

Finality

Why is it that the deepest love is not enough to hold you? What demons still torment you even as loved arms enfold you? Though the skies are dark and grey, the sun will shine another day. Why is it you don’t know this? God takes us through the winter’s sting with his sweet promises of spring, and pleasant days of bliss.. The sun is shining bright today. You wouldn’t wait. You went away.


Details | I do not know? | |

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Failed Sunrise

The blackened sky revives in blue.
Sky’s mess of gray becomes a hue.
The robin chirps to see the dawn,
Now all await what has been gone.

The sphere most bright, a circle smear
Unfolds straight upward, very near
Until the sun appears in sight.
From edge of nothing creeps the light.

But on this morn came sickly rot,
The black seas rambled from the spot
Where sky had fallen into dust.
The currents smelled of curdled must.

The final fate was clear depicted,
And from a morning unpredicted
Earth's life was taken surprise,
And nevermore the sun would rise.

Horizon cracked, the grasses blood,
Raw reddened scabs of flooded mud.
The living pierced in lung and heart,
Convulsion’s dance, perverted art.

The stifled screams of gasping pain
Are deadened in the viscous rain.
Now stiffened carcasses will lay
And putrefy in crimson clay.

Where magma tongues caress the sod,
Come bright endowments from our God.
The sackcloth moon unthreads and burns
The twisted gods did mankind spurn.


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


Details | Free verse | |

peace sun

I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.


Details | Haiku | |

The Inevitable End

The sun is dying The giver of live on earth will be a nova It’s burgeoning red It’s pulling the earth closer The oceans turn dry We are burning up The sun consumes the cinder that was our planet Nothing else to do The inevitable end is now upon us


Details | I do not know? | |

I know You will always be with me

As the day begins and the sun comes up or draws to an end and the sun goes down. 
I see the light of you and the memories of you 
that I will always have and cherish.
I may never touch you or never see you.
I know you will always be with me. 
As I cry I know you are wiping my tears.
As I am lonely of not seeing you and talking to you.
 I know you are there.
I feel the hugs.
 I hear your voice.
I know it was your time to go.
I realize I can not be selfish and that 
God needed you.
Your calling on this earth was done.
I Know you are happy as you are among 
the Angels and among the souls that we have
 lost in our past. 
Happiness is yours forever.
One day I shall see you again.
You will hold my hand.
I will see your smile.
I shall never cry again.


Details | I do not know? | |

In This Black Twilight

    In the town of dust and fog, the bartenders are demigods.
    In the town of dust and fog, there is a drink they call the rising sun. Why they call
this drink the rising sun, I do not know. The men who have imbibed this drink, they say it
glitters like gold in the belly. But the men who have imbibed this drink, they sweat and
spit and pick the lint from their bellybuttons as their tired, tired eyes fight and fight
and fight against the darkness of the corner in the bar where they waste away their days,
hearing the same songs of the same black-vested piano-man night after night after night
after night.
    Their wives will tell you that they are mad, and their wives have given up on them.
    If you look carefully enough, you might see the gold-minted coins that glint from
their breast-pockets, and each day they decrease their numbers. If you look carefully
enough, you might see the pupils of the husbands of the rising sun shrink, shrivel, and
eventually be lost in the wide, wide white of their eyes.
    The husbands of the rising sun come and go, and always their drink is the same, and
always and everywhere they live and live and live and live until their eyes burst in a
black rainbow of blood and iris. There is no noise. There is no death. Always, they are
still. Always, they are the same and their drink is the same.
    If you are wary, by night you might see the eyeless men, who crouch by threes in the
dust of the bar's doorway, and three always will pass between themselves the single, last
gold-minted coin. In that dusty shuffle, the lipless, nocturnal interchange from soul to
soul, you may see the holder of the coin, and you may see his lip-pursed grin, like a
single tooth biting its way across a blood-burned crescent moon.
    The men of the rising sun never smile. The men of the rising sun never change. They
drink by night, and by night the bartenders of the town of dust and fog are demigods, and
their single, shining eye is a pearl that pierces the darkness, and they are the servants
of all and they serve for all. And by night the men of the rising sun are masters of all
things and they do not dream. They never sleep. They say that they will never die.


Details | Rondeau | |

Winter is Coming

Winter is Coming, of course this is known.
Dark skies draw near and the birds have flown.
The nights grow shiverous, dark, and wet
While Sol (Saw-L) nestles in Horizon’s net.
Baratheon suffers the pass of a King

but perhaps his fall was less than a sting
and a new ruler takes place, whom you wish not rein.
Lannisters do not fret from most threats
They know Winter is Coming  .

High and Honor is the Falcon’s Wing.
Forces of Vale to defend Robin.
Mysterious sights appear upset.
White walkers return, not many have met.
Bloody Snow soon soils the spring.
Winter is coming death it will ring.


Details | I do not know? | |

Come First Midnight To Bury The Dead

Wander through the trench of bodies,
torch held high, the volley's prose.

Overhead the sun still shown,
heat and radon, Oh';
the bliss alight,
the corpses mount come first midnight.

Thus we take the bodies,
the mountainous trench of bodies,
we take them down from whence they fell
and bury their stories for some to tell.

The laborious task to cleanse the streets,
for come midday the feat repeats;
and come midnight again;
we grab our shovels and bury the dead.


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Author notes: As the sun intensifies and summer brings it's heat to bare,  I think of the
people without shelter or roof, or shade to hide by.  Having to sustain heat stroke by the
minute, all to satisfy the cavalier apathy of those unwilling and incapable of being
bothered by the suffering of others.


Details | Couplet | |

Small Seed

One and only, great sweet dream
Lullaby, my sun beam
Moonlight’s music, sky’s first kiss
Stars and magic, my one bliss
You’re just a little seed; you’ll grow into your skin
And be filled with love from both hearts within
You’re just a tiny seed deep within the soil
I only hope that you didn’t spoil
I dreamt that you grew as tall as a tree
I dreamt that you were always there with me
But dreams don’t always become true
And I have never got to be with you
You’re just a seed; you’ll grow up very strong
I only wish that I wasn’t wrong
You’re just a small lovely seed 
In four months you started to bleed
My one and only, hold me very tight
I only wish that everything was right
Lovely infant, dear young dream
Golden daylight, my sun beam
You are the reason that I will always cry
Why did you ever have to say goodbye?




Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do I mourn

Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”


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One Time Around

Morning begins,
not with the fresh promise of a new day.
Instead,
the air is thick with promise and fear.

The sun shines bright.
Its rays only a fraction,
a spattering of pink and yellow light.
This morning is cold.

The day begins in a different way.
Though sounds signal this gathering life,
the morning sky is neither blue nor grey.

Mid morning sky becomes a gathering storm.
	A strong fury,
		blossoming fatalism,
			the end seems near.
		But slowly
	slowly,
	v e r y  s l o w l y,
the storm passes.

Alive.

The clouds clear and promise is again thick.
The sun’s rays are strong,
but still the air is curiously cool.
Warmth is absent.
Warmth is craved.
Its absence is feared.
Perhaps it is warmer there,
	or there,
		or there,
			maybe there?

But here it’s not unbearably cold.
The flickers of warmth from a distant sun,
An ancient ball of gas billions of lifetimes old,
whose rays are curiously and unbearably obscured.
Eight minutes old waves,
illuminate fears felt but not heard.

A bird soars high, 
warm and free
from the thickness of promise,
and the absence of heat.

The sun now sits high in the limitless blue,
with warmth still frighteningly distant. 
Alone, though not, in a day half-way through.
Alone, cold, and now trapped in what seemed but an instant.

The burdens of a day only half-gone,
encumbered by a life only half-spent.
The fleeting memory of warmth leaves only greater desire,
Its passing a scar in a life only half-went.

The only thing worse might be no scar at all.
Then again…

What has this afternoon,
		this evening,
			and this night to bring?
Will they pass with grace, poise, and bright warm sun?
Might they deliver a joy that will sing?

Will they bring warmth from the promise of tomorrow?
Or might the warmth of the sun never reach this day?
Might they repeat the day’s early sorrow?
Perhaps the promise of a day that will never really be seen?
Or will they bring ever more cold, more pain?
Or might they bring the birth of wings?

Whatever, may the end come swiftly.
Let the burning cold come with the flash of a moment.
For this day has been long,
				cold,
					and alone.
These scars are many and they run long and deep.
May this end come like an eagle,
for it be too long if comes with a creep.

It has been too long, too dark and too cold.
It has been far too painful, and too lonely to grow old.


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"When someone dies"

        'When someone dies'
        It usually rains.......
        because of their pain....
        Very seldom the sun shines
        'When someone dies.....
         in days ahead the sun will shine
         for peace that lyes.....
         'When someone dies'


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Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Ol' Sea Snake's Carriage Ride

Cobblestones wobble and rock the carriage, 
as I circle these streets with Blue Bits and 
Derby Boy on this vibrant morning.
 
With the sun on my back and  a salty gale brushing 
by, my spirits soar as I imagine what the day will bring.
 
People come from all over to tour this city, 
and soak up it's history and scenic views.
 
Why not climb aboard my carriage and take 
a brisk ride with me on this beautiful day?
 
As we trot through the historic district, I'll 
tell you some of our most scandalous folklores
and show you their shocking locations, 
like Copper Moon Ridge, where pirates once 
dressed as dames to steal their first good swig 
of America's finest moonshine.
It's still pretty darn good!
 
You'll see the towering cliff views of our granite 
lighthouse, whose menacing design has weathered 
decades of the ocean's pounding tides. 
 
We'll squeeze in time to feed the beached seals basking 
in the sun or catch a rare glimpse of  the orca whales 
playing in our bay.
 
 
If romance is your desire, I'll tool you around  in the moonlight,
to our brightest vistas that magnify the star's diamond twinkles.
 ...Perfect for capturing your lover's passion-heart.
I'll even take a long stroll, just to assure you of your privacy. 
 ...Gentleman's honor, I won't take a peek!
 
If it's fish and chips you seek, we'll head over to 
Smacky-Bud's Mackerel Shack for the tastiest fish around.
But I'll be up front with you, don't feed any to Derby n' Bits 
or it'll be a long ride back.
 
So jump aboard and take a ride with this Ol' Sea Snake,
while there's still time.
I'm not getting any younger!
 
You day-trippers spend too much of your weekly grind 
in your lackluster cars.
 
Come, sit back and unwind for a short time.
I'll sweep you back to the golden age of enchantment, 
when hearts would mysteriously merge on a slow-trotting 
carriage ride.  Memories like these could last you a lifetime!


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A Secret Not Shared

Living in an endless nightmare
Where the flowers never bloom
Where the sun doesn't shine
And the river's never flow

As life changes from day to day
And their eyes and grins are all we find
Not caring about our destiny or our fate
Why do we feel the way we do

To learn, to explore, to understand the world 
Is it right to feel so blue
To feel like you have no purpose in life 
To feel like you've been violated inside-out

Dreaming of far off places to where the birds fly free
And all our greatest dreams become more than real
As the blue bird shed's it's happiness
To all of us who are so blind

Yet what is happiness to those who mourn
Or those who weep over what's been done
Each so different, yet each the same
Created equal for a purpose, to love one another

The fight between life and death is hard to see
But the answer is not ours to hold
We must each find our path's in life
Where we each make mistakes that change our ways

As the rain pours down to bring new life
A single breath is but a whisper
And a shallow heartbeat that is so clear
Our minds dance, dance in the dead of night

While the monster so true gets three to five
The innocence of a young girl is so blind
Where from day in and day out she is left with life
No remorse for this lonesome dove while she flies overhead

Like the Angel she is she wishes it to end
For them to help, yet leave her alone 
For them to see how hurt she feels
Like being left alone by the stump of a tree

As an Angel may spread it's wings
To reveal its masked identity
We are lost in our words from our hearts
Like the sun that shines so bright

Like the secrets of an innocent soul
All is lost in the abyss of nothingness
Where fire reins free as if like a bird
But with no feeling like the devil himself

As a lost soul may find a way to far beyond 
It carries with it a message of hope, peace and love
For until next time we shall have to wait
For the secret to life, death and beyond even that.


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Dying

Looking into my eyes you see a dying being
The monster that's inside of me dying from a variety
Of spices that is mixed in the bowl with society
Most have lied to me and they expect me to get up
Wake up just to live another day with the same cuts
I seen enough to say I am sick of it
Running from this, shadow
Feeding mass souls to the creature with a firm hold
On this world that periodically turns slow
I feel pain just grow when half of my body turns cold
I have a hole in my throat from writting the same hurt
Over worked from the way life makes you feel like dirt
Will I ever understand?
How a person can demand the devils hand to erupt
Make a man throw up until his heart drops to his gut and gets ate up
This life is great huh?
The sun is never promised but nine out of ten times
I can say tomorrow the sun will shine
Eight out of ten the moon will return again
Ten out of ten the stars will shine bright and never dim
If I can guess something we barley understand why can't I get my life sorted out
Its either I am holding out, or my soul is lost with another solar pal
When I was young I thought I was different, but I am older now
And all I can see is nothing has changed only my memories
I lose my brain over melody's that help me speak
Infinitely I feel incomplete
Destiny was never there just the lost finish line I never crossed
Now I see my life being brought to the burial ground I have no applause
No cause, just thoughts of why life doesn't have a pause
I could philosophize on how I am going to die
No one would believe me and find me the odd guy
But its odd times I am dealing with
So everynight when I lay down I am feeling it
I never mind it and go to sleep
Watching my eyes turn dry because I haven't blinked
My rib cage no longer fills pain
Since I stopped breathing oxygen today



Details | Elegy | |

To a Mother Waiting

Under a moonlit sky the calmness you long
Is slowly breathing in your heart a cool desert
Is longed by the warm wind is blown by time.
A long still surviving road ahead
And the road a high grade of shadows is gray
And the night above a quiet landscape.

It is how the moon can see you now.
Tomorrow the sun will long for you 
The longing that you were the long deep 
Breathing that you were or nothing about the glare 
Of the moonlight could ever make you see 

The soundness of waiting 
Upon the road the sun 
Will singe on a thin earth.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 


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My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



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Help me..

 
I haven't eaten in days,
I sit with a pen, nothing comes..so i quit,
When i see the light my eyes are closed to block the sun rays.
I'm putting away the weapon i so long ago had to equip.

Chest compressions cant bring my heart back to life,
Not even with electrical currents running through my chest,
Even in sleep i worry, dreams leave me puzzled in the night.
As the sun seems to go down visa-versa does my stress.

This is a call to all who are real,
Because my lungs have stopped working and i exhaled 3 years ago,
This is a call to all those who still.. feel.
Because I lack all the emotions you often show.

Help me..


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What Dawn Promises

     Even while we sit here
waiting 
     intimations of a new dawn
   are beginning to cut through the shadows
Trouble, violence
and uncertainty 
   will surely fade
  when light cuts through 
the clouds 
     Dawn promises many things
Above all a brighter future
then we dared hope for
     After every evening 
the blood - red sun rises
    It's rays cause us to pulse 
with renewed life 
     The land awakens
A new day has come!
We can rejoice now!
After a taste of death 
We arise once more! 


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The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Goosebumps

I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Shadows

'Tween the shades of gloam and night
roam shadows cold and deep
Cavorting along the garden walls
'neath the eves they do seep

Pulling life from which they touch
removing the essecense of being
Growing bolder and darker still
when clouds course over moonbeams

Roses quell beneath their touch
becoming grey and smolder
The ivy blends into the trellis
stone statues look years older

Inching along the spreading branches
of the tree that taps at window panes
Melding with the leaves and bark
becoming your night time bane

Shadows tease the back door catch
then move on to your window sill
Melting in to your own bedroom
sneaking about as they will

Dark mouths stretch on the walls
and yawn across your quilted bed
Teeth reach out for your toes
while fingers want your head

Shadows tickle the closet doors
and weep beneath the chair
Puddling underneath your bed
You swear hands are touching your hair

Courage you gather as you quake
bit by bit you garner strength
Off you cast the covers fast
your eyes you rub and blink

For there the sun is streaming in
and chasing the night shadows out
You can almost hear their angry screams
of defeat as the sun spreads out

Your brain gives a sigh of relief
as it realizes you are now sun encased
But then new panic does set in
as you recall night can't be escaped


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Elegy

The sun has set, yet the moon hasn’t waxed
I stand in the screaming darkness
Seconds, minutes and hours pass
There is not a single star in the evening sky
The wind blows against me
He scorches my face, my hands…  my soul
Extreme heaviness is all around
Around my heart, inside of me
Silver Angel, my sun has set!
Ceres gazes on me not!
The night is empty
Silver Angel, come to my aide!
Be swift with your blow
Strike Home!
Take me away ebony mist
Take me to my sun, where it forever shines. 


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Gardens

Gardens

A lovely Tomato, to brighten up my days.
A beautiful Sun Flower, to lighten my ways. 
A Rose, of brilliant passions to delight my dreams.

A haunting – nightmare – pain filled thorns – streams 
into consciousness on beams of light – acknowledgement
of all that grows in a stark, garden basement.

There is this Fertilizer, - food for growth – for this Garden,
this Gardener needs – the water of life dries up – harden 
the soil, leaving it untilled, unseeded, to dust and barren.

This Life, Tomato, Sun Flower, Rose, nourish the dreams,
feeds this Gardeners, old soul’s desire for life beyond, seems
to be beneath this Flower’s, desire, - passions buried asunder.
This Garden’s, heart beats to the rhythms or crashing thunder
praying for lightening to ignite the Spirit, grow out from under. 

B. J. “A” 2
April 3rd 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

dream diary 1

he slipped into a dreamland
as the grass was turning brown
the king was in his castle
on the town he looked down
three men rode six horses
half of them for sale
and the undertaker hammers
down his last nail

the sun started sinking
turning day into night
the first mate looks t shore
trying to find a guiding light


the homes getting empty
as the town took to the street
the king is getting nervous
and shaky on his feet
all the mothers shouting
drown him in the well
the witch is in her cave
chanting out a spell


the moon is high in the sky
filled the streets so bright
she first mate set sail
through the waves they fight


the poet dips his pen
as he sees the passing crowd
shouting death to the king
and death to the crown
the horsemen riding up the hill
to attack the castle gate
crashing on the rocks
the ship and its first mate

the moon turns red
and fades from sight
he finaly finds the sand
to the first mates delight


as the fires burn red
and lit up the sky
the poet sees the first ate
and lets out a sigh
walking on that road sailor
you wont ever come back
what is that you have
is that a ship mast on your back

the moon is howling
and the wind shining rite
the poet takes his pen
and he begins to write



the king calls to his army
as they run for the door
the hall did echo 
with the royal roar
the angry crown ready 
they weld their sharp sticks
the cavalry is charging
with the number of six

the sun started rising
up to meet the moon
the castle has been taken 
with the king in his room


stand up from that chair
you dirty Royal rat
you are late for your work
you got five minuets flat
he said i know a sailor
i think his ship came in
your sailor is at the door
and he brought you ship with him

the sun is breathing hot
and its just before noon
the town heads to the castle
they are moving in soon


so the poet draws a line
and ties up his book
before he stepped through the door
he had a good look
the spell chanted by the witch 
are heard every where
the dogs running from the hills
with their noses in the air

the wind is gaining power
whistling its tune
as the witch fights through it
flying on her broom


so the grass starts turning
from brown back to green
he lifts up his head 
to remember what he seen
he unties his book
and ink dips his pen
so as it was 
he got inspired then 

the queen takes a new man
a fresh hansom groom
long live the king
or will his death come soon


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Cold Amen

The tiny coffin lowered down,
To the hole in the cold hard ground.
Like the hole in my chest,
Barren spot betwixt my breast.
An ache replaces the barren space,
The sun shines so bright on my face.
My arms beg to hold,
The child so pale and cold.
The world goes on all around,
How unfair the sun shining down.
The birds sing so sweetly in the trees,
While the hole in my chest bleeds.
She but a blip on the map of life,
Never to grow to be a mother, lover, or wife.
So dark in the barren ground,
While the tiny coffin lowers down.
Swaddle her in warm heavenly wings,
And ascend as the angel’s choir sings.
Storm clouds gather the rain descend,
The final word spoken, “Amen”.


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Fighting For a Miracle

She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
The warm rays wash over
her skin as light fills the sky.

She sits in the field remembering
the pain, reliving that dreadful day.
Those heart-wrenching words
forever burned into her mind.

She sits in the field and raises
her hand to her bare head.
Fingers gently caress the
stubble of hair slowly returning.

She sits in the field wrapping
her arms around her now flat chest.
The most prominent feature of a 
woman now lost to her forever.

She sits in the field, the taste of salt
in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks.
The hope of survival sitting
just out of reach.

She sits in the field thinking
of her should-have-been future now lost.
Another prayer fall from her lips
as she asks for a miracle.

She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
Hoping for more days like these
and praying for it all to just end.


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Too Late

TOO LATE
By Lonnie L Freeman

Did you my friend know, long before the easterly glow
Of my sleepless plight on this ungodly night
Did you my friend, ever even slightly, understand
That the friendship we once had is what drove me mad
More than Friends, I felt, as my heart away did melt
Until that last day when the sun did melt away
Into the deep blue sea, taking you away from me
I think you never knew of my eternal love for you
You're my friend you know, as the sun sets the east aglow
To shine without a sound upon your cross in the ground


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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.


Details | I do not know? | |

the masteries dream

“The masteries dream”
Every night i seem to have the,
The seem masteries dream.
It begins with snow and ends with rain,
And has sun in between.
I start in the snow by a house,
So big and grand.
It’s look like i have been crying,
But i still don’t under stand.
I see a guy in the distance,
And the snow begins to stop.
I begin to smile,
 As I can see a guy smiling back at me.
I can see his face but not for long,
As it begins to fade.
It doesn't matter what happens in this,
House but every thing seem to drain. 
But than the sun begins to shine,
As a new day has arrived.
But the house has gone,
And so have i,
And there are mourners by a my grave.
Aah then i wake up of fear,
To check if i am alive,
Before going back to sleep,
 to see the terrible dream inside.
As the weather has change again,
As now it begins to rain.
All i could see was a little girl,
swing on a chair with a cat between her feet.
Singing a song of loving treats, 
And about her mother never,
Giving up in defeat.
So that was my masteries dream,
As it always seems to fad at the end.
If it’s ever comes true, You will be the first to now, 
As i never give up in defeat.


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Celebration

Happy Birthday
my darling dear
yesterday
isn’t quite so clear
blurring candlelight
and candy sprinkle scents
this manufactured card
is all that you get

the bright colored wrappings
boxes full of hope
shaking their contents
originality is remote
staring blank faces
masked envy a disguise
smiles are offered
a ruined surprise

hope memory will return
before the sun sets
regret what I’ve missed
and what I forget
may the sun shine down
on your garden party
with aging certain
and a silent parting


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Ethiopian Sun

            Ethiopian Sun

My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms
Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching
The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body
My tears can’t save him
Quench what was thirst
Or wash away the sins of living
He will never know to read or write
He did not know the name of his own land
And killer Ethiopian sun
Which he just died under
Or his sister, sweet Biny
Who lost her life at the hands
Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg
I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying
Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree  
With no hope in Ethiopia  
Soon, all would be gone

9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest


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Crimsworth Dean

Crimsworth Dene

Light relieved land stamped down and raised mounds and hidden folds, revealed the valley’s follies, farms and sunken rivers.

The bright afternoon eye-level sun painted radiance on the dead leaves’ shimmer, rainbowed the waterfall’s joyful spray, and drew eyemotes floating into dancing stars against the sheeted blue.

Outward away past the framed horizon, the sillhouetted church, the tiny Pike, crepuscular shafts healed the broken air and the shining clouds glowed.

The ancient ruin of a farmhouse still holds the ghosts of lovers that once longed across the valley’s gape, forbidden to cross. They rest somewhere near, whilst their dreams still fall towards the river where today, the clough throws its soul-drops over Lumb Falls. Follow the water, and the stream for an instant, becomes brief despariing citizens of the beck hurling themselves, flying and dying to join the river-republic of the hereafter and tumble on ecstatic to the sea.

The central beam, the backbone of the farm, cracked and snapped one day and  still rests piercing the floor, now boggy grass. Where the foxgloves towerin early summer, the moss has taken over the lease and the sheep shelter in what is left of the larder and the parlour. Somewhere under the boulders, the bedroom continues to rot , and where their passion lived, the sun now lures weeds towards itself, rising and falling through the centuries.


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Cherished Memories at sunset


Before the sun sets I am cozy in my robe, snuggled next to my love's chest
Warm and peaceful knowing all is well in this world, my nest is at it's best

Before the sun sets, I want to hold your hand and remind you of our good times
Forgive any bad times; cherish your face that is close to my memories

Before the sun sets, gather the family close by my side and see the beauty life offers
Visual stimulation by a pallete of colors, illuminated by the great light giver

Before the sun sets, tell me you love me and I will see you in the morning
I will hold you to your promise, and be forever searching


**Inspired by:  "Before the sun" sets by Sara Kendrick
Sara, my mom, got me to using poetry soup and it has been therapy for me!


Details | Ballade | |

Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.


Details | Narrative | |

She

As the sun rises, it casts its glory upon her exquisite anatomy
While during the night death stole one more.
It seems he steals more often these days 
With no mercy, in silence, 
His coldness courses through her veins
Absorbing the brilliant colors of life until….

Creation carries on as if it has been unaffected
Even though she cries for the ones whom death accepted,.
His greediness as insatiable as it is;
Has great value.
Perpetuating his cycle of life
Making room for humanity
No matter how merciless at times.

The colors of the world watch in awe and pity
at the sight of death as he sits by her hut;
Waiting for her to succumb to his seduction.
His kiss takes away the pain of this life;
Introducing humanity to the unknown;
Trying her best to maintain normality
She carries on with the work of the day;
Washing her linens, caring for her young
Hugging them tighter than before,
She knows her day may be soon.

Her knuckles are white as she clutches mortality
Not willing to let it go.
Its colors are too vibrant, 
too magnificent to exchange for darkness
Too magnificent to exchange for darkness.
The world watches,
With their cameras and satellites; 
As she majestically goes about the business of dying, it watches.
As her limbs become weak and eyes grow dim, it watches.
Along with the lion in the bush and the elephant on the plain
It watches.

She cries to the world as they gaze at her
She’s had so many problems, yes, since the time of her youth.
Then were her breasts were full of nectar
Her thighs fertile and supple,
But the greed of colonialism raped her, 
Left her, to die in her shame.
The shame it forced upon her 
In her ignorance she accepted its offer.
She wanted so much to be loved. 
But no love was given;
Only the agony of betrayal.
Her kaleidoscope of colors intimidates the others.
Parading her reds, hues of indigo and deep bronzes
Beauty, yet still.
Yes even in death her beauty remains
As the sun rises it casts its glory upon her exquisite anatomy
The world watches, it watches.


Details | Classicism | |

MARRY HANGMAN

I’m walking down the dusty road,
And they are watching me;
Reading in their eyes:
“You’ll get what you deserve,
That’s what we’re gonna see”.
But I am smiling still,
Rising on a scaffold,
And there is just one word, 
That they will hear from me:



Oh, I’ll laugh, laugh at your faces,
Inhale the smoke of sweet cigarette,
I travelled through times and spaces,
Can’t imagine all pleasures I had!
But I won’t cry, won’t get sad,
The stupid crowed won’t make me mad,
The next moment I will die,
Cause I’m the one what’ve been alive!



The sun will never rise for me again,
I won’t see the rainbow,
That’ll be no more summer rain;
That’ll be no drinks, that’ll be no fights,
That’ll be no singing till the morning lights;
No laughing with a friend,
No love delights…
And there’s won’t be the crime I do,
Yes the sun won’t rise for me,
Has it ever rise for you?...


Details | Free verse | |

leave me to the sun and leave me to the moon

leave me to the sun,
the sun knows my words, 
it tells me so
leave me to the moon
it cries to me to ask for help
to ask for life, but i can give it none
why should i try to give life
to a whole force,
to give life to one i do not know,
its not my place, its not my job
but still it pulls at me.
but give me to the sun 
for it speaks in riddles
in riddles i know,
give me to the moon
for i am here to help it
to help others, please
give my body to the sun
and my spirit to the moon.


Details | I do not know? | |

Deadly Macabred Blood Spilt A Spreadly Death.

From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That orange reddened sun bathes the vulture, in
it's heated life shrinking rays of death stalking days...
Serpent's severed head, happly shone off it's protruding, 
elusive pointy forked tongue.
Jackal's fanged teeth had gnarled it's death delivering
quivered smiles...
To all the many horror striked fearing victim's.
The sun had set it's macbre shadow to toil and boil the earth...
Longly and lastly to end on this worldly planed, any chanceful
innocent one's by nature, it's long suffered birth.
Caw, Caw, ... No more forever moored! 

 
 


 


Details | Free verse | |

as the day keeps its lies

when the sun has risen
and the sky turns white or blue
it keeps its lies withheld,
but as the moon rises
and the sun sets
its lies are told
it speaks about 
its lying sun, and how
it itself is lying
it tells how only truth
comes from the flowers
that bloom with the day
and flowers that bloom
in the night
it cries when it 
sets for it is not done
telling the truth
and as the sun rises
the lies begin again.


Details | Crystalline | |

the CHIMES they are a'changiin'

      DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expediently
yet my heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
Yet the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soulful sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could arrive with ten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food    ©2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
                          

 




Details | Lyric | |

IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

IN THE NAME OF ETERNAL LOVE

Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
completely forgotten, lies in the golden cradle:
Oh, Lord, the sun is so cold,
it wrapped itself around my heart,
like a vampire's golden claw.
Its cold fingers of gold
are ripping off parts of my heart
and throwing its bloody food at death's feet.
I am looking for the shadow to save me,
the same shadow
in which you used to read my poems,
whose verses were so touching and yearning,
so perfectly life-like and human
when your soft voice sent them on their way to people's hearts.
If I knew that I'd touch the sky with my verses
and revive you
to warm my cold heart,
and the entire cold world around me,
I would agree at once to brand my verses with my own blood.
But the sun is still so cold
and shining like gold:
cold and deadly blinding;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but you know, my one and only,
that this is not true,
because you left me when the sun shone at its brightest,
and when the golden stream murmured across the white heavenly fields
gilding our verses.
Oh, Lord, death in a golden dress must be so noble,
when it takes the soul to meet the angels.
You know, my one and only,
that our verses
that joined us with an unbreakable brace of love and immortal memories,
these dear and painfully lively verses are my only link to you now.
While solitude whips me, I voice myself in our verses
into the sky,
to approach you
so closely as to hear your voice
when you read our verses to angels.
While the present haunts me to the past,
I am chasing my spirit towards the golden cradle
to become a blood brother to the newborn verse,
because my end is near;

They say that the night,
the dark night,
is the right place for dying,
but my place is on the golden hearse,
right next to the golden cradle,
right next to the newborn verse,
when the sun is at its warmest and brightest,
when the sun's golden hearts is lively ticking in fiery breasts –
so that death may await me in the golden cradle,
like you, my one and only,
so that we may sow our verses
along white heavenly fields:
because it cannot be any other way,
it should not be any other way
in the name of eternal love.

©Walter William Safar
 
  






Details | I do not know? | |

One Last Note

I'm left behind once again,

Just one more goodbye I have to

Endure through but I'll be fine,

I promise. I'm strong. Honestly, I

Don't completely understand why

But even before we said goodbye

I felt our love die. I never wanted

This to happen, but I can't

Bring you back and I, have to face this,

It's over;  I don't apologize for it. I said what I had to

And you did what you had to.

That's the way this works. Sometimes with you

I got way too honest, way too up close

And personal with myself, ended up hating myself

For being so needy; but I don't need that,

This love wasn't all there was after all,

I'm finding myself and happiness without you

Though it's been slow coming. Once,

You let me have a glimpse of the sun instead

Of the mocking shadows, but we watched

The sun set, watched the roses wither and die;

And I don't regret a single moment...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.


Details | ABC | |

TIRED

  Lord I'm so tired of being so damn tired. Sure wish I knew how not to get wired.  The sun goes up,the sun goes down,this old world keeps spinning round.One of these days I'm gonna hit the ground and just lay there with this big frown.I'm thinking I need to step off this ride and just lay my troubles all to the side.But it's ok this won't last long,Because I'm gonna get my ass up and just go home,And when noone ever get's to see me again,they can all just say that they knew me when.So you take care and don't you cry,because you will get to see me again on the other side.............     "GOODBYE".    2013


Details | Free verse | |

The Request

I crawled out of night like a cocoon
Feeling the sun on a crinkled skin
Waiting to grow wings
And tour the heavens soon
And suddenly when I thought
The night is history now
There was this shadow, this presence
Blocking the sun like a form of bigger wings
I had to flinch
That is, I crawled back into myself
So that had some distance away from it
I needed distance not only to protect me
But to give adavantage to vision
For we cannot see thinggs when they are right up in our face
Causing us to blink
I saw it then, the shadow
Suddenly becoming a bird, a huge predator
Even of other birds
And I shuddered and wondered why
Men should be born if only to live and die
What was the point of living
For we die even before we know what life is
Or the whole meaning of it
We live like a frenzy on a stage
A blabbering of the brain
And despite of all of that I wondered if the bird had a cage
While slobbered the poison over my skin
And waited in quieted rage
I have no intention of dying alone
Have lived my life in loneliness so much
Lord, let me die with you.


Details | Blank verse | |

True Love

I will not say I love you
For love dies a dark death
And the light I feel radiates from deep within myself
I cannot stay by your side 
For your shadow overwhelms my soul
And the sun always sets
Leaving behind only darkness to chill the soul
Your life is too bright
For me to sit beside you
And send you off on that journey to eternity
I cannot watch your beauty be devoured by that cold light
For if I were to hold your hand until the end
The sting of release would plunge me into utter chaos
So let our romance live in memories 
For death comes to everything

Death comes to everything
The sun gives way the dark night
As the shinning light is devoured by emptiness
The twinkling star
Which once granted youths simple wishes 
Burns out before we even realize it’s gone
Each second dies 
As it turns into minutes
And the minutes 
Too soon turn into unremembered hours
The beautiful glow of fall
Fades into the chill of winter
And the peaceful spring
Succumbs to the blaze summer
Love becomes tarnished through the years
And beauty fades
Nothing lasts forever


Details | Narrative | |

just look to the sunrise in the east

She'll always be remembered for her golden hair
Youll never forget her grey green stare
But youll always forget her writing
Youll forget her words of fighting
Her poetry of crying
And her pleas of dieing
Youll forget her screams
But youll still see her in your dreams
Youll always remember the beauty but never the beast
Just look to the sunrise in the east
There you will find her rising with the sun in all her beauty
And all her fraility
You will see her there rising dead and alone 
With her wrist forever sown
If you look to the east where the sun shall rise
You will find her clensed of all the lies
You will find her price
Her sacrafice
What it took to make her whole
And because of what you stole
This beauty will fade away
But not her wisdom
For in her book it shall forever lay


Details | Ballad | |

lucifer

i met lucifer walking back
to my head this morning,
he was shaking the hand
of the sun in the morning,
his hands red-stained
of child's blood.

i asked him "why?"
"because i shouldn't have"
i asked him "why?"
"because they wanted me not to"
i asked him "why?" 
"because they have no life"
i asked him "why?"
"because their life is my life"
i asked him "why?"
"because the rules of the weak
are food for the strong, 
because it covers them"
i asked him "why?"
"because those dead are closer 
to life than those living"
i asked him,
his hands
wet with red,
"why?"
"because all that's good 
wants to keep you static"
i asked him "why evil?"
"because change is necessary,
revolution, digestion, destruction"
i asked him "give me life"
he said, his hands dripping red,
"it is taken."

the hole in my belly
that my soul had filled
is as wet with red
as i watch the sun rise
on the death of my death.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Life's Tree

I sit with leaves falling from the tree
Of lives sun rays shining on me
The way time flies with no time to see
They way they drop so carelessly 

Oh life so short with no time to spare
To leave this place with nothing to share
Only one chance to sit under there
Watching them fall without a care

They float to the ground like the falling snow
With all my seeds still left to sow
There is no choice when it is time to go
As quickly as the sun will melt the snow

While under the tree make it last
The leaves fall quick
 And the wind blows fast


Details | Couplet | |

The Sun Rise

The sun went to rest beyond the hills
and out came moon to enhance his skills
Holding his baby tight in his hands
stareing down others that enter their land
why did the sun leave and go yonder
where it's unloved I stand and ponder
I can barely see the other side
but this man dosen't run and hide
our fears some how make us stand strong
even though I know it shall lead to wrong
shadows approach and soon take face
not many could see how his heart raced
but I was so close I could have touched
his eyes were scared he shook so much
could his only love end every foe
he stood alone and this I do know
he was ready to go, ready to die
His fate was sealed before he was born
possesing the face of the truly scorn
I closed my eyes and then it happend
in one blink a session of cappin
I stood where I'd been to see it all
he was still standing, I knew he'd fall
blood flowed and it formed to my feet
a touch from a man fell by the heat
on the other side how many were dead
were their streets painted in the color red

When the sun rose it was red as warning
that the night had brought reason for mourning
every bullet fired did damage
nine men fired nine ended in madness


Details | I do not know? | |

A dark sun rises

by the darkness of the moon,
I rise from this grave.
these barren lands
which hold my rotting corpse.
and I stand.
I stand in my hole.
6 feet of dirt.
and I watch the sun as it comes.
I have seen this sun rise
day in and day out.
but what makes it any better this time?
It gives me hope now,
a chance for a new life.
a hope for a new day.
And light for a darkened path.


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Times

When the sun sinks
Below the horizon
All life stands still

Now is the time of evil
Where no angel may tread
This is were evil lies
Safe from the sun and gods wrath
This time 
I may not survive


Details | Verse | |

Killing Dawn of Love

Love is what I always hoped, and dreamed of being,
So sweet and gentle, yet, heart-bleeding,
Just like what you have done to me almost a year ago now, 
Seems  like a century since we hated each other; since we gave the vow...
To never speak again.

But new life, like that of love, will arise soon.
Jumping off the highest building ever will be nothing after a new moon.
All that jealousy will soon be gone,
And then love will get its morning dawn.

When everything is right,
Perfect dew, the sun not yet too bright.
And love will have its moment to come out,
But soon, the one o’clock sun will burn it without a doubt.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fire

ive been here before
...i cant remember the name
the faces and times and places
in which i do now reside

but once before i know 
...i have been here long ago
when time was new and the old
seemed light years away 

not one finger can put place
but the name is on the tip of my tounge
who are all of you? who was i among?
was it you...or me....

slowly coming to mind
is a fire
destroying all the past
and soon the future with it

screams of the misinderstood
echo in my mind to the day
day after day i hear my name
behind my sholder but nobody is there...

soon silence fell
along with the ashes of what was
and eventually what became to be
...me

_________________________________________________________________________


...that once long ago
seemed so fresh in the mind
all the details shined 
like the gleam of the very blaze

i know why i dont know
because i dont want to

the sun shined so bright
...on the day it rained the hardest
and no matter of pleading
could bring back the sun
...it was lost forever

coming back to what i used to know
wishing what i couldve done
but nothing could i change
and the sun never rose again...


Details | Monorhyme | |

damned daisy deserved TO DIE daily

      DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISYV
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Can that pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
As a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And tell the world the ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our  goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then maybe instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could make it to one and bring with the ten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food    
©2011...phreepoetree
                          

 




Details | Free verse | |

Three more days

Three more days till your day is here again
The day I lost my best friend
The day my world stopped spinning
And the day the angel were singing

I will remember you always and forever
All the times we spent together
The love you gave without any strings
And the day you got your wings

So my sweet angel who watches me grow
Please know your love still shows
With every sun raise I feel your touch
And every sun set your missed so much

My dearest friend my grandmother
For you there is a place that can be filled by no other
I will forever cherish the time we had
And forever will July 12 make me sad


Details | Epic | |

The Vampire Among Us

A made up world of glory
Sweet lakes and emerald glens
Please let me tell a story
That happened way back when

The grass was green as green could be
The air was sweet with freedom free
Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea
That set her apart from you and me

The day was hot with summer's heat
Birds flew low over golden wheat
Along the coast; the army's fleet
Under shaded boughs two lovers meet

He stood with her until the night
He walked with her so she wouldn't fright
And even though he had no right
He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite

He walked her up to her jeweled door
With diamond windows and marble floor
A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more
From the girl in the house by the rolling shore

He counted the hours until the sun's dawn
Gazing up the emerald lawn
Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn
Three hours left, nine hours gone

The moment the sun rises over the hill
His hunger crumbles and he loses his will
Now he no longer wants to kill
And drink her blood till he had his fill 

Under the boughs he waits for his love
This time dressed in a dress of gray dove
Now his hunger no longer does shove
When her hand touches his in its white lace glove

But then the sun sets
And his luck he must bet
He feels the thirst get
To be a great threat

Though they walk the long beach
In no need for speech
When the warmth's sucked like a leech
From her wrist, he then does preach

"Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted
Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted." 
Upon the sand her blood is pasted
The monster inside no longer lambasted

And though the time for monsters is gone
The truth must be unfurled
While they wait forever for the coming dawn
Vampires still stalk the world


Details | Free verse | |

Three Old Companions

Three pairs of old legs
and three strong sticks,
everyday have a stroll,
in every dynamic evening,
when the sun is brick red,
and the chirping birds returning home.

They don’t know what gifts the morning sun,
has for them, on the next day,
for it is known,
nothing less than death
and nothing more than 
another day’s wait,
for the ever awaiting death.
“My daughter in law today 
gave me a single piece of fish
but herself had two instead”
said the oldest folk with the weakest legs,
but with the strongest stick.
The other old man said,
“I had none,
but I suspect they had some”.
The thinnest old man said,
”My son didn’t get promotion,
So my daughter in law,
gave me a day’s starvation.”
A gush of wind interrupted their talk.
All the twelve old eyes saw the dry leaves,
being swayed away by the young and fresh wind.
“See the message of the time,
The old being eliminated,
at the onset of the young”.
One of them said.

Then they returned
to their respective homes,
looking at the returning birds,
returning back into the horizon.
Together the old men said,
“Hope we shall meet tomorrow
at the same time, at the same place”.
The next day, 
the morning sun shined brick red.
The chirping returning birds 
brought in its wake, the fateful evening.

From the road along the east,
came the strongest old man,
from the Western avenue,
came the other old man.
While along the south on the road,
nobody except a torrent of wind came,
which swayed the dry leaves into the sky,
and the dust into their old eyes.
One of them said,
“Look our eldest brother deceived us
and went away together,
with the soul of the withered leaves,
terminating his wait.
But, we still have to wait.
Hope to see you next evening,
at the same time, at the same place."


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

UNTURNED STONES GATHERIGN IN MY SOUL

UNTURNED STONES GATHERING IN MY SOUL 
AS I WALK BACK HOME FEELING YOUR SMILE 
AS I GLIDE TO MY DOOR I WAIT IN STRIDE 
EVER AFTER BITTEN BY THE SUN 
SINGING THE PRAISE OF MY UN BEGOTTEN
LOVE AS DEEP AS THE SOUL WOULD SEE
AS SHALLOW AS THE SUN WHERE I SEE YOU PASS BY 
CAN I FEEL YOUR WARM EMBRACE 
OF PURE SPUN SNOW AS GOLD AS THE LACE 
SPINNING KNEELING FEELING YOUR PACE 
GASPING FOR BREATHE AS I FEEL YOU SHAPE
AS I SINCE ELAPSED AS I SEE YOUR FAITH UN BEGOTTEN 
SUN GIVE ME A GLIMPSE A TRACE AWAKEN MY SOUL 
UNTURNED STONE GATHERING A TRACE
MY LOVE MY LIFE IS LAST AT GLIMPSE
UNTOLD LOVE I SEE IN YOUR FACE
EVERAFTER I GLIDE BACK TO SLEEP
DEEPENED AS I FEEL YOUR TRACE
DEEPER HOTTER I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FACE
BREATHE SO SHORT EVER TELL ME 
MY LOVE CAN I SEE YOUR FACE 
STONE UNTURNED DEEP WITH IN MY SOUL
LOVE HAS LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE


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To the Edge of the World (The Song of Navriss pt.2)

Like a vulture, he came to my hometown,
To my hometown.
Just a little boy, I watched him
Knock upon the old wooden door,
To the old man’s house,
The old grizzled Moor.

In silence, the man in black fled down the old road,
Beside him running silent,
Was the grizzled old Moor.
Behind the two upon a horse,
I rode through the cold.
Through the charred hills, 
Beyond mountains old.

We travelled through lands, where the sun feared to tread, 
And the midnight sun filled my heart with dread.
Still the two, upon dark gossamer wings,
Led me back into the sun,
But it would be many years
Before our journey was finally done.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Seasons changed
While the years sailed on by
Still we went on,
Forever on, and on. 
Beneath a sun and moon
Trading places in the sky.
Beyond seas so vast, 
So cold.
Until at last we came,

 
To the edge of the world, 
Where a man now grown up
Can touch the stars.
I stood upon the edge of the place, 
The place they go, their world.
Which is cold, sometimes hot
Beyond the edge of the world.

With my cloak wrapped tightly around me
I followed the man in black, 
Yet behind the old Moor
Into the heart of a darkened land
Where souls yearn to be free.
And my eyes opened wide, 
So eager to see what I might find.

	Hey you, with the chill in your bones
	Come gather round . . .
	Pull yourself up closely
	Warm yourself by the fire . . .
	Can you feel it?
	
Bright coin in my hand, 
‘Twas this I gave to the dead ferryman.
Over black mirrored water, 
Silently we sailed over the Sea of Styx.
Little more than my shadow
I studied the black-dressed man,
Just as he studied the souls beneath the waves,
A spiralling helix.

Upon the far shore
Minos sat upon a throne of bone
With his host of the damned, 
For the grizzled old Moor 
Minos passed judgement severe,
Yet unto black naught was said nor done,
Yet unto me was passed
The cruellest judgement.

I cried for all to hear,
“I am alive! Alive.”
But Minos sat back and smiled
And said, “Oh woe to yea curiosity unfed,
You who had followed black while still very much alive
Shall walk eternity through the footsteps of the dead.”
	
	I pray you heed me well,
	For we are the spirits of regret,
	The souls of the Forgotten
	And we are the ghosts of . . .
	Sorrow . . .

And so I sit,
Beneath the muted stars,
On the edge of the world . . .


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Fools

FOOLS


The sun is warm high up in the sky-----

Too beautiful a day for men to die.
  
Still they do each passing day----Tell me why? 

The sun is high up in the sky and its rays show me what man has done. 

 It’s done under this sun so high in the sky.. 

To beautiful a day for men to die.

 Done… done… done ….Why? Why? Why?


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Reflexive Daydream

We slowly sailed across the placid, blue surface. The profound silence was erupting from
all around. Across the lake, I saw a pair of birds flutter from treetops into the deep
blue lake above us. The Sun was a cherry yellow and everything I laid eyes on was alive in
its reflective radiance. Our boat made the tiniest whisper as it moved over the water. My
nostrils were filled with the intoxicating smell from my lover as we drifted ceaselessly
onward over the calm water. 

But suddenly, clouds exploded above. The Sun disappeared behind the darkness of the storm
cloud. An acrid wind began to blow harshly:  the trees began to bow. Our hair was whipped
about us. The chaos replaced serenity lightning created blinding cracks amongst the black
sky. The once smooth surface of the lake became turbulent with waves that threw our
helpless boat about. I closed my eyes and gave in.

The storm stopped. I opened my clenched eyelids. There before me sat an empty half of my
boat. Not one memento of my love remained. As I drifted onward, soaked and somber, slowly
the boat cried out the only evidence of what took place. The sky seemed paler and the sun
no longer cheery, Now unforgiving and hot. My eyes stung and the trees were pastel. The
water below me was hated and unforgiven. Slowly, beside the boat, my love's beautiful body
began to cry and my apologies fell upon her un-hearing ears. I had learned my lesson. I
begged for a second chance.


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The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off the path into the woods
The leaves in dampness on the ground
`Twas morning now as I walked around
To the willow I could see
Sitting alone, off in the distance
Tears on all her leaves.
   I felt the sun as it rose up high 
Warming everything yet not the day
I could smell the scent as it touched the sky
The trees of springtime new
I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow
As the sun had made its way
The birds flew by and by and by
Flying over the woods and through.
   The willow sat with space around
Her branches full to the earth
There laid a sparrow aside her trunk
It laid in silent sound
`Twas the night I walked this path
`Twas then the willow cried
Her tears fell down upon the earth
The night the sparrow died.


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damNABLe deATH oF a dAiSy

      DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart be lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Can that pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
As a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And tell the world the ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our  goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can indulge in the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then maybe instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could find a way to stop polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food    ©2011...phreepoetree ~free cee!~
                          

 




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Fears Height

Morning sun beats through a car window
A dreadful scream pierces flat silence
Penetrates my core  with its violence
Wanton provocation sits in limbo 

The wholesome effects of a victims fears
Alarming concern ravished my being
Couldn’t believe what I stood seeing
Insidiously justified as horror leers 

A reckless behavior takes control
His figure lurking in the bushes 
Victim sees a chance and pushes
Ravenous scum of misery and dole

She runs to the side of my backyard
Terrified as she flails and screams
He follows the fence under the beams
Swinging with vengeance, she strikes him hard 

She found a shovel against my home
Knowing the rapist needed to die
Seeming renewed, she looked to the sky
Reaping his death as the sun still shone





   




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a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .





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Dark Lust

A single hand Reaches for the light,
I touch your pail skin,
with Hate within,
no life in my soul,
but love in my eye,
darkness falls as I kiss you good by,
daemon love,
As the sun falls,
and darkness rises,
I lick your neck,
you quiver with lust,
as I bite your lip,
blood drips down your chin,
I rub your hip with a twisted grin,
lust in the darkest hour,
blood taste like a crimson flower,
your skin pale,
and eyes blue,
hell is home for me and you,
as our body's touch,
the heat is insane,
moving together like,
sweat in a amber rain,
energy is Strong,
as we kiss through the night,
and I lick your bloody lip,
and kiss your soul good bye,
I slash your skin,
with my dark nails,
rotting flesh,
what a lovely smell,
your pail skin reflects the moon light,
blood and sweat,
we begin to bite,
the fog rises,
and the grass is wet,
troubling thoughts,
from the human pets,
the sun peaks,
and we kiss the sky,
time to say goodnight,
and good bye.


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Then Night Came

The sun did rise;
Its golden pallor brightening the land,
giving heat and light to the pristine earth,
lush vegetation, rich soil, and pure sand,
our planet glowing with life at its birth,
wondrous creatures, some great and some small,
spreading across this expanse that was fair,
uncounted plant life, some short and some tall,
supplied the needs of creatures, ground, and air,
then night came.

The sun did rise; The eye that gazed saw a two-legged man,
staring grateful at this wondrous orb,
its heat and its light he did understand,
felt good on the skin, its warmth to absorb,
the tilling of crops to store for the cold,
with the sun he worked form dawn into night,
the raising of flocks to keep in the fold,
against the coming of the winter fright,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Plumes of soot and dust rose into the air,
death's foul chemicals had no place to go,
the greedy man fought for more than his share,
to take hold of all riches was his goal, 
putting his brothers neck under his heel,
to rise up to the ultimate power,
no remorse or pity did this one feel,
to sit atop that Babelic tower,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Decay and stench rose up upon the land,
buildings and structures crumbling into heaps,
a smoldering waste the dying wind fanned,
carrion and rats were filled with their feast,
a hazy dark cloud did cover all things,
the green that was there now turned into brown,
no longer were humans able to sing,
the earth was dying, not making a sound,
then night came.


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The Spectre

I cannot confess I am looking
To climb the sun greased pole
Nor do I relish the slippery convex of the world
Where I must watch my going up
For the sudden coming down.
Who is it that remain in our light like a shadow
The most certain of uncertain tomorrow?
The bottom convex
Was no different from the concave space
That dirt and flowers make the same again
And what if I struggle and strain
Out of the pile towards the sun greased pole
Not the crab scuttling the mind I fear
Like the grease upon the pole
If come I down so does all
But scarier yet is that the pole must fall
And yet we never say
"Climb not all."
Convex or concave
The true enemy is Charon rowing, rowing
How does vanity has nothing to do with him?


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Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left him not 2 hours ago

Cut down short by a dagger in his chest

The lonely water propells into his wound

Cleansing it of remorse and guilt

Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature

As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones

Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind 

The day has cleansed this lost being

Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears

Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways

For now he is part of our world....her world

Decomposing for others to feed off

Good or bad everyone needs to pass

Soon time will get you, and when it does

Will the sun heal your wounds

Or will the water cleanse your soul

Or will it be too late......


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SUNSET

As the sun slowly sets
Somewhat resembling a mirage

To some this sight feels as if
They were treated to a pampering massage

Off way in the distance
Only reached by the eye


Deep very deep
Colors paint the sky


Beginning so quickly
Yet seemingly slow
It ends so abruptly
What a supernatural show

A full moon shines
Through the dark cuts light

As the predators roam

Birds take flight


Soon it will be
A whole new day
Over crystal clear waters
The light shining over the bay

Yet this will not last forever
One day the sun will fail to shine
Leaving behind
Doom to mankind

One must realize

Our sunsets are numbered

For one day our sun
Will inevitably fall
Into a never ending slumber
And then death shall call


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5 Minutes Of Clarity And A Single Moment Of Serenity

The sun is shining
Its a beautiful day
Sometimes I have to pray
For the sun to shine on me
Instead of the shade
For darkness loves to cover the heart
Seems like i can't get a headstand
Pride greed and fear
Is were i started to steer
Family friends and goals
Are thrown in the holes
Lost in the distance of who i can't be
Memories i can't allow myself to see
It seems every time i try to stand
There is never a helping hand
For the true ones i had to hold
Turned their backs when i sold my soul
For the destructive path that i now lead
I'm the one who sowed that volatile seed
For this life of pain and misery
I'm a blind man who can't see
The sun shining down on me
For the shade has to stay
Until the day i have the strength to pray
A single string of hope
That i can never see
A fearful past
That i had to lead
5 minutes of clarity
And a moment of serenity
For every second at least one heart seeks
In this world of fear and greed
To be the person they want to be
For no one wants to experience this pain of treachery
The bleeding hearts and the lost souls
All had an obtainable goal
Threw away or taken people don't know
But human judgment is always bestowed
On the liars beggars cheats and thieves
Understand, you can not with out experiencing the deed
The power of choice is what we've been given
Hope, Enlightenment, Love And Peace stay hidden
For the key i hold unlocks this mystery
This mystery of H.E.L.P.
And then the shade of darkness shall go away
The sun shall now forever stay
Enclosed in this box threw the distance of time and space
I shall forever be hidden from the pain of my insecurities
5 minutes of clarity
And a single moment of serenity
Is what i shall have, Finally


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Epilogue

I remember being loved very much
Of loving you too in the day, in the night and  . . . 
And I remember waking in the early morning
Before the sun rose
Before the moon fell
I remember watching the sighing of moonlight across your skin
How it rained just for us, for you in March
And how the skies shaded the sun on that one-day in October so slightly
I remember our children
And Mary
Rhane
I remember our first child and the way you smiled in those first moments

I remember
In the sighing of my life I remember you
Watching over me
Loving me
Always loving me
And . . .

I remember dying

Growing old together with laughter and tears
Of looking back on our life together
Of being eighty-four summers old and new 
Of celebrating your eighty-third autumn and spring
With our children
And our grandchildren with their squealing laughter and “Nana, Nana!”

I remember my last breath
And how my eyes fell upon you to the last

I remember dying

My story . . . 

It was supposed to end there


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Wintertime and the Last Leaf

The last leaf
Gold with fire red tips
Falls to the ground
Blown by northerly winds
Carrying snow from a frozen
The leaf falls silently
Covered by a shroud of the purest white
The skies turn dark as if in mourning
The sun never again shines
The last vestige of beauty is gone
The world becomes grey and dreary
The tree
The mother of such beauty
Stands alone
Cold and frozen
Her branches droop as if she were crying
She waits throughout the deepest winter
Hoping to see her baby again
Eventually the sun returns
The air warms
The snow melts and flows away
The tree returns to life
Still looking for her lost child
But making room for the tiny bud
Another child comes into view
Growing spreading her wings
She becomes strong
And her shadow is cast upon the ground
Where her sibling once laid
Now there is nothing but grass
And the memory of a beautiful gold leaf
With fire red tips
And the beauty that it shared with so many


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At The End There Was A Smile

I saw her as the sun set
She was standing there
Not noticing me
Naked she stood there
Staring straight ahead
She never moved
I watched her
She looked at the sky
Maybe wondering what was beyond
What Heaven was like
She never knew what life could be
Her face was worn and tired
Beaten by age and life
She knew nothing but pain
She didn’t want to remember
But she had no choice
She held a picture
To precious to throw away
It was her life
She never looked at it
She held it close to her breasts
There was a breeze
It rolled across her face
Carrying the scent of distant flowers
Maybe it could’ve meant hope
A last chance
But she never felt it
She never said a word
She stood as still as death
For her there was no world
There was no one
There was nothing to live for
I saw her as the sun set
I saw her leap
She flew like an angel
Only for the briefest of time
But she had found a peace
She had found her smile
I watched her as she fell
And I saw her become no more


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Grim

The sun rises.
The reaper gathering the prizes.
Souls and just general death.
Taking life with one breath.
Gradually coming around.
Not speaking the tortures aloud.
Within one blink of an eye.
All your attempts and hopes run dry.

The sun sets.
Do away with all of your regrets.
He doesn't care about past shame.
Doesn't look for someone to blame.
The Reaper takes without thought.
Death is one thing that cannot be bought.
Forsaken or forlorn.
Life is meant to be born.


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Who killed The Phoenix?

I died today 
the blood stained the streets, 
I rotted away in the sun 
mangled in a pile. 
I remember it 
The way he shot me in the face 
spit on my back 
and then walked away 
nonchalant and innocent, 
like I had it coming. 
I had it coming; yeah 
I had escaped the dungeon for this. 
I had wrestled with the words long enough 
to die again today 
to long for the cemetery and be placed in the jaws 
of my lonely grave. 

I died today 
the day I was born this morning, 
the sun soaked up the sweat left open my brow 
and the blood drained into the streets 
congealed to dry 
he must have had it coming 
said the officer at the scene of the crime 
and I remember it like it was yesterday 
even though I died tonight. 

I read your words 
and they consumed me 
your craftsmanship evaded my questions 
and this provoked me 
I put the book down and the gun was in my face 
we went outside danced in the lights of the stars and street lights 
and then he shot me 
and I died. 

The pin stripes 
the top hat 
this meant nothing. 
The engagement ring, the letter to myself 
the judgement day should never have looked like this 
and that’s how it happened 
the last dance 
my dieing wish fulfilled 
nothing made sense 
nothing mattered 
no rage. 
 Just sadness 
total oblivion 
he did not know who I am 

I am the phoenix 
I will wake up tomorrow 
and I will be back. 
Choking on the ashes of an unkept promise 
I will be bragging the compromises to you my dear 
I will be throwing the flames from my mouth this time around 
I will be painting memories for us to part 

I died today different from all the others 
but this matters not to me 
with no secrets left to tell. 
I died today 
will die again tomorrow 
I am used to it 
it hurts this way 
but I’m starting not to mind. 

You will die today 
I have learned I will avenge my death 
I have learned to survive 
I have learned to delved deeper into your everyday 
and pull out your soul 
rip it to shreds and gnash my teeth 
tear you to bits 
pull me from you 
pull me from you 
it means nothing 

I'm trying to tell you 
I'm fine today 
but was reborn today 

Numb


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You never know

You never know exactly what you have until it's gone. 
You never really know the value of something until you lose it. 
You need to cherish lifes every little moment. 
You'll never know what will happen tomorrow. 
You'll never know it the sun will keep shining, or if the moon will still glisten in the night . 
You'll never know if the person you love will be gone tomorrow. 
Since you will never know what tomorrow will bring, end every night with a good thought. 
Tell the sun that your thankful for the warmth and the light. 
Thank the moon for itz beauty in the nights sky. 
Then make sure you don't forget the most important one of all... 
Tell your family and friends that you love them. 
Just because you will never know what tomorrow will bring.


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From Grams

You know what happened, I didn’t wake up today
And I’ll forever see the world in a different way
I’ll take no more breaths, breathe no more air
But I’ll forever remember the love that we share

Go outside and look into the sky
You might catch a glimpse of my sparkling eyes
Then something might happen that you won’t quite believe
You’ll feel me kiss you in a small gentle breeze
You’ll look all around you but there will be nothing but air
And in it you’ll feel my soft silver hair

After you feel my hair tickle your face
The warmth of the sun will become my embrace
So from now on, this is how I’m going to send you my love
I’ll send it with nature and with God above

Here’s how you’ll feel me and the love I send
Just step outside and stand in the wind
It’s my love that the warmth of the sun is bringing
Those are my special songs the birds are singing
The trees and the flowers are saying I miss you
Did you feel the breeze? 
That’s me, I just kissed you.


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Abjection

Abjection 
Abjection 
People even those of the same race and color can never agree on most anything 
at all and that is even to the exclusion of the law and privileges 
Afforded unto all we need to make abjection 
An addition if you will an order of peace to go 
A kamikaze inheritance of the failing mass destruction the A bomb and now they 
have a H bomb and mabe they will get a M bomb too 
M is for negatron the every many H bomb and clusters of them permeate the 
atmosphere of Venus our sister the planet is destroyed like Sodom and 
Gomorrah and the planet still revolves around the sun and everyone still gazes 
and has fun. 
When the orbital velocity of Earth far exceeds the sun than Venus and even MARS 
could come undone. 
Eye make my new abjection please do not destroy the earth with radiation the 
SKY will do a come apart and then the DAY will come the LORD is JESUS 
everyone and on THAT day eye want to be a baby sheep and not a  ramification of 
murder want. 
A reconditioned lamb and not a GIANT made of stone. A pause in the plan of 
GOD. Abjection overruled. 



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To Every One

The sun is for every one,
But it's not equally bright
For each mortal under the sun -
Some seem not to see the light…

The rain falls on every one,
But not each being will be wet -
Some can take shelter or run,
Some are always well-prepared…

It comes inevitably 
To every being - chilly Death.
It closes all eyes - coldly,
Impassively - takes each last breath…


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Loneliness

I wander through each day alone
My life filled with necessary tasks.
Doing what must be done.
Steadfast friends keep me going.
My days used to be full of joy.
You were in my life.
I had you every day.
Now that you are gone.
Who do I share my life with?
Not knowing which way to go
I amble lost.
The sun rises, the sun sets
still I am alone.
With each passing day
I look for something
to help fill the void.
I search, not knowing
Why do I exist?
How long can I go on without warmth?
I yearn for the love
that only another can give.
Day in and day out
I amble lost
Maybe someday soon
I will see the face
of the one who takes your place.


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Each Day Has a Sunset

Each day I wait for the sun to set
To see all of Gods beauty
I wish that everyone could see what I see each day 
Most people see a day ending in beauty
I do not see colors of beauty
But instead colors of pain
I think of you and all you have missed
I see a life that ended all to soon 
I hope that you were happy 
Did you know how much I cared 
Until you left I didn't myself 
So young and full of life 
It all seems a lie
So every time the sun rises 
It seems all to soon
That I am sitting watching it set 
The beauty of the setting 
As the colors blend together 
I realize soon my will be the same 
Beauty just like life 
Will soon grow dark and cold
But all the same, it will return
And life begins anew 
So here I sit and watch the sun 
Setting in the distance
I know each day begins and very soon will end
All in beauty 
For each day has it's own sunset