Reflection after Oslo.
Summer fjords and inland lakes, forests and clean air.
Prosperous, the kingdom and future was bright, then
the killer struck and darkness descended. Why us?
We are peace loving people we are democrats and
embrace multi culturalism. But from the dark depth
of Europe’s soul there is a cry that cannot be stilled.
People who feel they have been invaded by an alien
culture and feel they are losing ground ( they are not)
that only violence and war can restore the old order.
Can you stop a tsunami? No, but you can built higher
seawalls. Can you stop an earthquake? No, but you can
build better and stronger houses and go on living.
Yet I fear an Armageddon the world is changing and
a new and better world order is arising, if we cannot grasp
this the west will sink into anarchy and bloodshed.
now allow me to get these infintile rules straight, i cannot use profanity, but may I
at least employ the word "profanity?"
RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
Then I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve and a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems no one ever solves
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does a field of wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you persistently to inform you of where the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
LANDING IN A ME AND YOU LAND
listen,~
I have this like conundrum,
A choice
and probably a problem with either one or one million complaints
And curse the portrait this universe paints
With the blood of those in turbans atop
And no matter how loud I scream the world won’t stop
Cease
Surrender
nor accept and live with people who are un-willing to let everyone be free
The world has always been a world of trouble for me
And if John Doe had problems they double for me
Perhaps it’s because I seem vulnerable enough to ache from whatever the universe throws in
my direction
unable to make any correction
nor connection
And watch the hills to tumble as mountains turn to mud and clay……
today
© 2011.….Phreepoetree….~free cee!~
RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
The I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems only mediation is able to solve
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does those wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you consistently, constantly and persistently to inform you of where
the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
These footsteps fell harder than yesterday’s
Harder than most actually
Nonetheless, the urge to take what is mine in the world and go is…
Frustratingly close to the heart of who I thought I was.
So these footsteps remind the world that running is…..
These footsteps feel heavier than last week’s
I guess the weight of it all finally reached my feet.
Nonetheless, with cemented shoes like the ones my relativity wore before me
I run.
So these footsteps remind just me, that running is…
There is nothing like running
The wind at the back of you
The rush of leaving what you know you are coming back to
Only somehow the time spent away from it
Feels like the hope you remember.
These footsteps feel as if they have lead me astray
Most of them guide me directly toward the impending finish line
But it looks as if I have never started running.
I’ve unknowingly unlaced my shoes
Exposed my socks to the air they have so desperately been missing
Sat down next to my problems
And
Talked to him about what running is.
Sunlit room, take it away and bring me back to one place
Where I see it all so clear
Because with you, the world doesn't matter
The blue skies, with gray clouds coming in
Where I stood, the rain pouring down
I'm in love with this moment
Please never leave
A wish, said
But never ever to be granted
Because the world is cruel
And things happen
Terrible, terrible things
You left.
For that, I suffer
Standing against the world facing reality.
Finding that weakness becomes a fatality.
It’s never easy being strong.
It is not an option, to be wrong.
The weight of the world can bring you down.
The weight of it will push you around.
And it falls on me like endless waves of burden,
In an ocean of difficulties.
But I will not let it get to me.
I will always be, this strong and free.
I will take pride and stand tall.
Though I may stumble, I will not fall.
I will be unburdened by the weight of it all.
I will push through, when the walk becomes a crawl.
I will stand and face whatever may come.
I refuse to let this world make me cold and numb.
I will not buckle under.
I will not run at the sound of the thunder.
It is a product of my thick hide.
It doesn’t take that much to bring out my fighting side.
7/17/1999
Sarah Comstock
My Voice
My sharp piercing voice of a raven
will slam your face against a wall,
to awaken you from your drunken stupor.
Like an ocean,
my voice will reach many continents,
to the destiny of many ears.
My message is as razor sharp as a cleaver.
I long to tell the world of a vile man who raped me of my virginity,
an evil man that took something that wasn't his,
my peace of mind,
my sanity.
I want to see him locked up forever,
for what he did to me.
I long to see his manhood
taken violently from him,
like he took my voice from me.
I want the world to hear my pain
and agony from that day long ago.
The World is my Stage
Take to the Stage
With a venemous rage
Like a mad man caged
So you can drive home your rhetoric
Till the crowd feel electric
Watched by the masses these intolerable Asses
Preach from glass house’s
While their wives wear their trousers
So they can stand on a podium
Instil pandemonium
As they spin you a lie with a glint in their eye
About the world they have created
That is shrouded in hatred
They make asprin's to help ease pain of headache and body malfunction. So I have
a personal vendetta against the steroid-maker and performance enhanchers drugs
that these baseball player's and any other professional athelete's use to make them
stronger as they think-but end doing more to there psyche than the public image of
there particular sports. WHY(?) when the world is in dire-straight for the future gen-
eration that's to follow, of an idol. WHY(?) because millon's of dollar's are at staked
could that be reason enough, no I don't think so. The world of amature baseball is
blighted by the news of favorite athelete's admire by so many kids and adult's alike.
Now what do we do for a "Hero". Scar, by controversy over this enempt drug, will our
future generation copy the method of famous star's such as Barry Bond, Alex Rodriquez,
and so-so many other's. Stop making the "Damb-junk and your worse nightmire of some-
day loosing the game outright may never occur!!.
And when his number was called
He stood before the judges' panel
Ready to make his statement.
Their question:
'What do you seek?'
To which he replied:
'I seek the means to endless fame, fortune, and the adoration of millions.
It is my gift I give them so that they may forever know my name.'
But drowning in his bottomless well of pride
He was not prepared for their answer:
'In a world where you know nothing,
Where every event you've ever lived through has been almost entirely out of your control,
You covet the higher status, like millions of those around you.
Yet you did not know what you ask, for you assumed
It was your right to take by force.
Only select few reach the status you seek
Only to learn the same lesson we offer you today:
It is not of God, and so you do not desire it.’
It was then he disappeared forever into the shadows,
Where it was his only role to observe
The strange and curious world within his heart.
It was then he truly learned to stay silent and remain anonymous
To all save those who wished to listen
And could resonate with what he had to say.
Why can't we scream our minds aloud
Let the world hear our thoughts
It does not matter who's around
Even though our minds were caught
If you did it they will hurt your reputation
Are thoughts are a form of evil
Mine have already been through tough times
The world will dye if you hear my thoughts
If you do it, the police will kill you
The stupid censorship will kill you
The popular kids will kill you
Worst of all the teachers will kill you
Well I do it anyways
My brain is just a big maze
Of thoughts and characters
That is how I live
My thoughts are very sexual
They make the girls very horny
I think like an intellectual
I already come off as hornny
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! call the police
He is expressing his thoughts and feelings
He is dangerous, don't let Sherman go
Kill the pervert, Heil mtv heil
He doesn't respond
he is a wierdo kill him
BOOM!!!!!
Her world is a little room
And her furniture sparse
Closed the walls in
No matter how often
She rearranged
Them to let herself out
The world closes her in
She could not breathe
Until the fire levelled everything.