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Details | Elegy |
Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012




Details | Rhyme |

Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it's not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can't be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.

Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013




Details | Dramatic Verse |
This large dark creature fluffs its wings at me, causing fear and shame. However, I have done nothing wrong to it. Yet, it snares at me in pain. I am afraid, but I call to it and it comes close, but not near for fear. Why is this creature afraid, or is it just the Human trade. I call, it comes, I show by my outstretched hands, then gently touches my hands and pecks. Then, flies away a greeting we have made known, no more to be afraid. The Raven twice removed to come back another day.

Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |
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.

Copyright © Drew Rutherford | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |
We all only see
What we choose to see
Insecurity
Dumb morality
Numb pathology

Devil inside
Entrust or die
Conquer divide
What truths they hide

Death at door
For now or
Forever

I splice
Sever

Purge.


Written Nov.22nd 2014 By J.R. Thornton

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
What can you remember from childhood?
The memory of friends still haunt.
Being lonely and an outcast, I created my own.
One in particular, not really a friend;
I found out too late.

First there were games and fun,
Secrets that no one would ever know.
Then those games turned into danger and unimaginable terror.
I told myself that he was mine and of me,
So there was no way he could hurt; I was wrong.

I made my escape, but others were not so lucky.
I found happiness and love again;
Expecting children of my own.
They will never know my pain, 
Nor feel the misery for themselves.

But…
He watches and waits.

Copyright © Amy Ohare | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Love matures,
optimally co-arises,
to fill a vacuum left by former fears 
about shortage of time,
sub-optimal outcomes.

High pitch synergy
swells toward Beloved Climax Community
as fears and anger about Here and Now
EarthDay's lack of fullness... 
subside.

As we cooperatively embrace our shortness of time,
our ego's self-ionizing mortality,
our lack of sufficiency,
our most intimate insufficiency,
our DNA human nature's elitist immunity from RNA Earth's nature
and each Other's veneer of skin and hair as race,
our super-eco identity replaces this void with loving integrity,
trans-active integral potential
full-bright beaming.

Where we have seen and known confusion and discontent,
collective autism as affective hypothermia,
cognitive and ineffective dissonance,
about our lack of love's belonging,
co-creating Here as Now,
we absorb ourselves as EarthTribe's Bodhisattva ReGenerators,
Co-Redeemers,
co-arising production with co-retracting consumption,
wisely
truly
economically
ecologically
HereNow all-ready,
each high-beam consciousness moment 
within fullness of Time's repurposing potential.

Love resolves compassionate mindfulness as high-heartedness,
evolves and revolves coincident ego-id-entity,
resonates authentic intelligible feeling,
informs co-intelligence of id and supereco's DNA
temporal revolving syntactical understory,
as self-identity within SuperEco solidarity,
co-arising coherently refracting humane mortality 
becoming holy eternal Being here and now.

CoRedeemer Ego mentors eco-centric comprehension
of affect
effect
intent
orthopraxis,
exquisite bright harmony of this place and this time,
transcending content-rich through dissonant pitch polarities,
cultural competitive mania with autistic co-depressive repression,
reveling our Janus Jaynesian faces to ourselves,
each Other,
internal Right landscape mirroring and absorbing 
external Left landscape.

Love is as much co-operating beauty as active wisdom,
being as becoming,
belonging as longing,
and no more or less,
balancing bicameral harmonics.

Co-gravitating time,
co-arising space and place and bodies,
spacetime's SuperEco
balancing Eastern karma with Western grace,
past incarnate information with future reincarnate function,
meaning engaging teleology's wealthiest healthiest purpose,
history emerging herstoric permaculturation,
polycultural successes surviving decomposed exformative failures
teaching regenerative design
as holistic ecotherapeutic development.

Love co-arises with beloved co-below root systems;
the only ecologically sustainable coincidence:
internal place high-beam hunting external time,
internal time refolding externally encrypted space
this place of pregnant love's co-identity.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Look, look at those wondrous machines there,
With the metal legs and the wooden face.
See the sneer and melancholy stare.
Look at how they move in step with their merry dance.

Oh, oh, they speak with a fluid British tongue.
Oh, oh, their rhetoric is sure a choice pick,
But their malicious eyes and moving lips in song
Betrays the evil that lies in their wick. 

Ten million of them lurk in our alleyways,
Now part of this world’s chaos
In their maddening, clattering sway,
Mimicking us in their mumbling chorus.

For rust won’t destroy them,
Nor fire, nor riot, nor flood.
We were their gods but we became their slave
As we die in the fiery gleam of their mayhem.

We cry at this monstrous immortality we created!  

Copyright © Raj Napal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice 
of mindful compassion and contentment
here and now extending forward and backward
across all times and distinctions of identity?

Perfect love voids anger and fear,
confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance
as difference from confluence
into primally resolving frequencies,
functionally comprehensive contentment.

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,
pay-it-forward redemptive
fore-give contented
balanced Ego/SuperEco value,
as Yang/Yin,
as double-binding negative vortex
revolutioning under positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship
of Tao.

Fear fades coincidentally
as love fulfills its trembling place,
as live subsumes our evil rumbling space.
Despair grows naked without tools or weapons,
merely minds and hearts and bodies,
interdependent natural systems,
to organically transform our metamorphic trace,
confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,
pace,
embrace,
and challenges intending long-term primal wrestling,
co-challenges within timeless Golden Eco-Normic We Relationship.

Edenic life ionically balances ergodic recreation,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking,
double-binding double-negative monoculture
of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.
All Yang,
no yin,
original over-deductive sin,
omitting half our good and bad potential,
intuitively discovered as only half-bad,
not not Original Intent
of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.

This prime relationship
between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart
incarnates polypathically:
invest in what you and we all love most,
to disinvest in fear.
Multisystemically therapeutic,
like human DNA-live organic relationships,
swallowing backward-e-v-i-l monotemporal wrong directions,
biological folding and unfolding,
bellowing passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.
Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.

Actively cooperative economic design,
Quilting-Bee intent,
smorgasbord assumptions,
fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,
as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices
feed anger,
boredom,
isolation,
silos of mortal fear,
suffering,
feeding into monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless
monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,
and socioeconomic pathology--
fear and unredeemable loss.

Black Hole economic competition
never ends with enough for ME.
Ecological binding cooperation
never ends without sufficiency for WE,
consumers and producers,
regenerators and redeemers.

If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly and swim together
in abundantly nutritional organic markets
with permaculturally optimized design,
square rooted in full-living functional values
relationships appositionally tipping,
syncing,
swaying and dancing,
smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,
toward WEself-identity confluence.

Within and on,
under and over,
before and after,
above and below
this Carnival Midway's  natural systemic Tao,
P=NP
as,
because,
equivalently,
coincidentally
Yang=ReverseYin. 

Evil is to dissonant-revolt, eco-fear echoing anger,
as live's fullness becomes lover;
as alien competitors and fearfully dark new moons
absorb ionic re-balancing FullMoon redeemer-power,
each in its full-humored season,
and subject to at least some reason.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
There was a great asthenospheric disruption
Followed by parallel volcanic eruptions
There was a great, abrupt tectonic shift
In a moment, a million years of continental drift

The ground shook like a wet dog out of water 
Mother earth swatted her sons and daughters
The fault lines re-created all notions of cartography
Beneath coal mines, earth re-wrote her autobiography

Out of the havoc sprang a deeper appreciation
Of how life is led in an "advanced' civilization
Such planetary tumult resolved every human dispute
And made humanity, as geography, to transmute 

Just as battles lines are re-drawn, so are fault lines
Within the confines of the denouement, we all felt fine
When the fourth wall is broken down by the stage director
We've emptied the garden of Eden of all its nectar




Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
In the wee hours 
when night bid adieu
sleep still residing in the lashes 
refusing a formal withdrawal.

The canvas of horizon 
turned an abstract painting
when soft rays of golden hue 
sketch freshness of morning.
A stroll through the meadow
while sipping the dawn of wine
I paved darkness with my glance 
as my whole being was in trance.
The moment was splendour 
and I was in real wonder.
I saw tiny dew drops shed 
from the bosom of nature.
It spreads on grass tips 
as dancing glisten of pride.

Each droplet dangling with poise
Soberly carry a melancholic voice.
Their discreet pain goes unnoticed 
as their beauty is hypnotized.
But their agonies often unheard 
midst of fuzzy wind that is loud.

Despite, the muted sob conveys their woe
‘How they cling onto their fragile life’?
Did anyone ever notice?....

Copyright © Maaya Dev | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
The Scarlet Letter "A"

A symbol of guilt, sin, shame and pain,
To, scorn one’s life, in an effort to de-fame.
It stands out like a light, in the dark of night,
Its’ bright red color give the stars much delight.
A representation of what’s good and bad,
Conflicted in my thoughts, at times I am sad.
Living a life that’s full of illusions,
Spinning around in a whirlwind of confusion.
Time after time, I question where I stand,
I soon realize I must accept God’s given plan.
I must confess that life has its ups and downs,
But as I move forward I must stand my ground.
Life gives us trials and tribulations too,
Leaving me wondering what I should do.
At times I see what I’m destined to truly be,
Like a bird in a cage that wants to be free.
My guilty pleasures have bound me to sin,
I must look deep inside of me to find peace within.
Wait, what’s that I hear in the dark silent night?
My precious baby, not far from my sight,
A reminder of the good times, and a love so true,
My sweet baby girl, I do love you.
The Scarlet Letter a symbol of guilt, sin and shame,
Was meant to torment me and bring me much pain.
But once I was set free I discovered the real me,
The “A” represented the person that I was destined to be.

Written: 10/26/15

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



                                                   The Host



                                            Safe, keep me safe,
                                they are coming fast...they are here...
                                             Circling, swarming, 
                                I am the contents of their envelope,
                                 sealed inside soon to be discarded...

                                            Help, Help me please,
                            they won't release me...they keep me here...
                                              staring, observing,
                                I am the subject of their experiment,
                                           soon I will be tested on...

                                             Leave, leave me now,
                              they are with me...they are a part of me...
                                             sharing, consuming,
                                        I am the cocoon to new life,
                                             If only it were mine...


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern

Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Fear is fleeting But in spurts, in different circumstance— it ever remains Hearts stop, hearts skip And returning, adapting The mind does wait in anxious knowing That the fear may at anytime return As the hair quickly burns And is soon nothing A breath finds its way back into our lungs Remembering the despair is the true fear Forgetting the smiles of yesterday To take on the gray of today

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
Fear Not The Darkness

Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave
 laugh at the folly of living to save
Treasures on your greed filled list
 dance as if death does not exist

Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed
 let heart seek comfort not stir greed
Strike the fear from your lost soul
 dream of another very precious goal

A love that blesses all that which matters
 leaving behind the failings that shatter
A gift so often found when one looks away
 creating a heart that never ever strays

Fear not changes that send a greater life
 cut away such fear with a spirited knife...

Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Even then though—you ask how!
How can she not return the hatred!
But we humans cannot think so beyond
To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses
Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses
That we only know from a single mind’s imagination
Like space she is enigma
And she will wander there without any question
Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire
Watching with melodious eyes
Some see darkness and some see light
And none are ever affected by the garish dark
Or even the furious bright
Only Time can tell
What the multiple futures hold
But she is patient and silent
Speaking for all of our burning minds
Anger often burns our sides
For we do not want her silent comfort
Her hints seer us and overbear us
Were it be truth we would see it as deceit 
Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw
We want everything now
And for that we suffer
And she is confused by our abhorrence
But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent 
And she cuts no slack
She will give none back
But in forwardness she is abundantly generous
Feeding us futures of hope
Her thanksgiving is art to those at death’s door
Those that make it in the uncertainty of night’s long abode
Some think her cruel to have them live on
But she had no choice in the matter
She is merely a vigilante
And in that vision—a humble giver
Time sees the rulers of this world
And smiles as she sees them go
May you not think her cruel to smile
To think that she thinks us inferior 
For it isn’t so!

Time is on our side
But we are ever against her
Ever against her
 
8/5/13
(note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next

Some of the times I will remember more I will forget
It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best
My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest
What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest
Come to my sences my heart in my hand
I think about all of the things that I can
My now today I understand
I can will you the love to better comprehend
From here I wish you the world
The universe a best
Untill you are willing 
The person beside me is only a guest

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I am not afraid of lack, 
Because I know I enter excess! 
I am not afraid of not being loved back with the venom that I love, 
Because I know I am genuinely loved! 
I am not afraid of failure, 
Because I know that I am a success story! 
I am not afraid to take the steps, 
Because I have an understanding of the end! 
I am not afraid to lose, 
Because I know I gain more! 
I am not afraid of death, 
Because I know I live forever!

Copyright © Babatunde T Ogunsiku | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the beginning of the year sometime; forgot to date it, oops! Anyway, enjoy! ------------------------------------ Like dust in the wind, we are doomed to repeat ourselves Mingling past with present, we collect on the grimy shelves Of past’s hard keep, falling on repeat We gain from the pain and strange bittersweet Taking in the reality-split dreams The etching pangs of truth bursting at the seams With every glistening drop of clarity We engorge on the reliefs of now—a rarity Thoughts pool in a sludge of black, gleaming like oiled silk Denials spread like fires; saturated, we bilk Pain and tragedy strike their resonating, dissonant chords A darkness and sadness we can only desperately afford Pain. . .strife. . .repetitious like a swinging pendulum Achingly perfected rhythms gainst the beating death drum Slivers of silvery hope shine through darkened clouds Only to be covered again in menacing, smoky shrouds Faith is left dying in a pit of despair As the rest of emotion looms helpless in the air. . . Nothing seems fulfilling anymore The replay button fools my mind and cuts me to the core Round and round it goes again like the jagged tick of a clock Striving for purpose—screaming for love to find the lock But only silence escapes, beneath the skin torn lips- nothing remains The aftermath of quietude aches, scraping against endless pains hope falls away into a deplorable state; waiting—hoping—for resurrection And the painful power of truth is forced to gaze at its reflection Questioning whatever has happened to faith and belief? And why are the cliffs of sorrow so steep? Like settling dust we merge our present with the past Leaving the future on the shelf—too empty—too vast Squandering the sand of time with nothing left, nothing left

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013