Best Causalities Poems
. Beneath a blanket of earth
With a pillow made of stone
Her child eternally sleeps
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. While at the foot of his bed
She stands alone
And weeps! And weeps! And weeps!
. Written: November 20th, 2009
We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together, tall and proud.
We cry together.
The heartless actions we carried out were not for revenge, not from anger.
For the greater good of human life.
At the setting of the sun.
The dead lye at rest, the causalities patched up, the amputees are on prosthetics.
But we all remain mentally scared
As I stared out my project window into the streets were the predators never
seemed to sleep and the dope heads that kept the neighbors in the private homes on
pins and needles as they prowled the street, looking for the next cash cow to supply their drug needs. In the alley where we would play baseball during the daytime against the old trash bin, at night it served as the hiding place for the drug boys dope and guns…It’s sometimes hardto believe that decent people do live here in this place where I live, but they do.
I don’t know how? But really they do, I swear. The alleyway was littered with so much broken glass on the ground, sometimes I would pretend that it was diamonds and would dream of running out one morning and picking it all up and then I would be rich like the people who lived in the private homes up on the hill. At night from my window in the summertime I could smell their grills cooking some expensive meat, that seem to overload my sense and make my belly growl in a hopeless thought that I might somehow get to taste it.
In the distance sirens blare in the middle of the night as the ambulances race to the causalities of the night life. I can still recall those house parties that never seem to end, that’s until the men in blue decided to finally answer the calls and put an end to their night fun, but by that time they were all drunk and doped out or found a mate for the night…as they all spread out onto the side streets like cockroaches when you turn on the light and then shots rang out in the calm distance of the night. People scatter into the night.
My eyelids are now so heavy I can barely hear my own thoughts inside my head. When all of sudden my door flings open, standing there in the doorway I can make out a shadow, I take a deep breath and continue to play like I’m asleep. Wow, it was only my mother, just checking in on her only investment for her future dream of a doctor or lawyer that would not have to deal with this mess, she shuts my door after seeing that I was okay…as she takes a deep sigh of relief, knowing she could take solace that her child was fast asleep.
They gives a us a voice, but don't want us to speak.
The president's black I bet he doesn't write his own speech.
Words that he speaks come the people that keep in unequal,
D.C. is evil the future is bleak.
Unless among us is a Malcolm X
All for one and together we're stronger than the rest.
My mother strong ,God is our Father
Jesus Piece lays on my chest.
Moment of truth what's left to be said,
word is bond
nothing is worth more than respect.
Which needs to be earned
shots fired so I'm hitting the deck.
Deep in the street cracks is where secrets are kept,
Nikes on the feet of the ones who keep running for checks.
Turnt cheek to the causalities take a deep....
Breath after breath, war between us, love lost in between deaths.
One day, two days, three days, four.
One month, six months a year or more.
Devastation and destruction the causalities of war.
Not knowing if tomorrow it’s death at your door.
Nobody really knows what each day holds in store.
Sights, sounds and images all burned into my core.
Death doesn’t care if you are rich or poor.
Blood, guts and tears, only so much you can ignore.
I sit and I wonder what is all this for?
Is it all just politics are we all just whores?
Forced to fight a battle, trying to settle a score.
What price must we pay, what price before?
We say enough is enough, the voices scream and roar.
Hearts have been broken, in half they are tore.
Friends, family and loved ones all of which implore.
Bring them home safely; let them walk through my door.
Let not what they are fighting for be underscored.
As the sun-kissed down, people want to scatter
All of the time, they are suspicious of the surroundings
Gun sounds and blasts heard and seen
It's almost tearing the continent apart
If we don't resort for a solution
The problem won't become small, it would increase
As a tumor cell that grows from within
We trust those who question our judgment
Our choices Is a discussion, is that how it's suppose to be?
Can't lie no more, what's worth hiding?
Yet it can be seen with a keen eye
Africa's cries, do you hear or do you ignore?
As we try to make steps, they put a banana peel on the way
Tell me, should we act with a blind eye?
Be deaf to those who speak the truth?
Our girls are been taken by force, can't there be a way to get them back?
Our young men are been put to silence for bravery
Soldiers on the land, patrolling where they are comrades have fallen
Counting the causalities from the cause
For a moment, let's be silent
The 21 gun salute has to be fired
We pray for safety when a situation comes
Is this how it should be? Can't really know
Don't be the smart one, even you know you always question yourself
Children, mothers and fathers all in need
Dying of hunger, thirst and cold
They told me to leave the world a better than I found it
Only for me to realize that we making it worse
Mama give me your blessings
Papa teach me the ways of the Golden era
Ss Africa pleads, I also cry with her
Don't worry Mama, thinks will change
I know son, I wish they could see what I have seen
[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore
[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she
[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you
[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
PART 1: BATTLE OF ADAM
And here HE is dwelling through the pages of life,
Preparing for yet another skirmish
HE has lost few battles, among the causalities
Were faith, competence and passion;
They were severely wounded and in need
For a rehabilitation period
Mend the wounds, and heal the past;
After all this wasn’t a mere opponent
But one that is stubborn and was set on a crusade to
Eradicate all that is bright and colorful
HE is petrified, nervous and worried
Worried of consequences HE can’t afford to loose
Loosing would mean defeat to HIM
This is PART 1 of the Main Poem "Eternal Battles"
I would describe this Poem as A Dark Period in my life where
I lost track of my identity and was fighting for it.
Let us journey
In side unknown world
Invincible people
An entry
Without exists
Narrow passage
Decaying rose
Gambler of life
Is there a way out ?
Riding in tunnel of life
From spirituality
To Disability
Causalities
Wise word of maturity
My blood
Your veins
To live in duality
Resting and wave
Floating Angels
Grips my hands
Speck of light
In this immortality
15/05/11
If this a poem then am dreamin
Causalities
They lay in this bone box
Graves of the done.
Friends of pushed dissolution.
They express some guilt
But ran with spent nerves
I back to my institutions.
This all from dual-polar,
my black and white mind
They witnessed my next reaction
Always peeks and gullies
Not plains, they live with
A place without my intrusion.
Tiered of phone woe
Then the coin next day flip
In giddy bounce, more irritation.
As I watch this new love die
Like this tear as it runs
Promise to keep on prescriptions
Words of missiles
Blows from cannons
Swords in tongues
We had withdrawn apart
Unspoken strategies
Mind of mines
Stealth attacks
Against one another’s heart
Gunshot smoke becomes the aroma
Of the atmosphere amongst us
Causalities in our bloodshed
Dormant our affectionate love
Love cannot survive in warfare
We shield our warm center graze
Cause of damage internally praised
By the open hand grenades
Blind to see our adversary
his annihilation in vengeance
Precious life dying before sunrise
No waving flags in distance
Time sails swiftly
Duo soldiers still at war
No arsenal, no ammunition
Peace constantly ignored
Clinch with knives
Till one is killed
Love must die to survive
On this insensible battlefield
lub dub, lub dub echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed from the fortress of plaques
the alarm is out to all cells standing in harm’s way
its possible they may not make another day
it could be sudden like a viperous bite
that could send the body into a shocking flight
tunnels are barricaded, tissues starving for blood
chemical stations are straining to get thru the mud
the flashing alarm has tripped, all responders are rushing
anti coagulators gown up to intercede and begin crushing
sirens in the rescue bunker, corpuscles set out to quell
can they get there quickly or will life end up in the well
detour routes are now flagged to allow an alternate flow
when safety is signaled all lanes will open and be set to go.
all commuter service has been put on red alert
predators do not interfere, let the squads tend to the hurt
second alarm sounded as there are many causalities
the impact is enormous, there may be reduced mentalities
life lines installed to improve the balance of nutriments
also to flush out the exorbitant level of ill condiments
recovery is expected although time is of the essence
mortality levels can rise post arterial strikes, during convalescence.
all teams called to aid in the tragic head on collision
will undergo precautionary measures for structural revision
efforts were made with fortunate outcome without a fatality
all inhabitants within the vascular circuit now have stable vitality.
this highway thru hell episode will be published in medical journals
to exemplify what occurs to inbound route and to those externals
echoes of the heart rely upon safety of all users of the track
drivers will have annual inspections for hazardous cargo like plaque.
this has been an inside look at actual effects of a heart attack.
and cast have been commentated for their heroic tributes.
the events has been edited for visualization but are true to life
Used to be Controlled by a Tyrant of lies
Then one day
The swift unseen knights
Came and stormed all who
Deteste the Aquarian Wish
Be Free and live long
we are the Children of Concordia
Nothing shall be in our way
Comely as what a Siren signs
Bravery of what a Lion brings
The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist
The Children of Concordia
They have no word for trist
Will you let me join your world?
Will you open up the doors?
A people of concord and more than they seem
They live in the shadows of an Aquarian Dream
A place of Liberty and Harmony
Ruled by magic and Lore
Deep in the Golden forest of Clarity
Filled with enchanting tales
Of Immortality and evil’s causalities
You can find Eden’s people she said
what humans were meant to be
Comely as what a Siren signs
Bravery of what a Lion brings
The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist
The Children of Concordia
They have no word for TristWill you let me join your world?
Will you open up the doors?
the safety of your real that could never fall
Comely as what a Siren signs
Bravery of what a Lion brings
The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist
The Children of Concordia
They have no word for trist
Will you let me join your world?
Will you open up the doors?
Existential graph of
graphical language
Classical narrative
causalities anguish
Expressive instrument
exposing our emotions
Simple and untainted
intuitive senses devotion
There is a glamour to it
a perfection or symmetry
Creative imagination
uncensored chemistry
Breaking free from the
confines of reality
Thoughts give way to
change in time actually
Provoking insight into the
depths of imagination
Standing by ones own
creative narration
Visionary so liberating
and disoriented
Leaving our words
somber or animated
Spectrum of our expressions
gives one a completeness
Permanence of conquest will
never embrace the meekness
She was just 8 years old
With freckles on her face
She was a little tom boy
Playing miles from the U.S base
Her name was parwana
Means butterfly in afghan
She was like a little princess
Born in a cruel land
She was with other children
Just playing under the skies
But they look like terrorist
to a robotic drone as it flies
So they all were killed
With bombs falling from the skies
Then Washington says on TV
It’s a mistake we apologize
We apologize for your lost?
How will that ease the pain?
Of the parents not seeing
Their little love ones again
Her mother cries oh god
Why don’t you kill me instead?
How can I live now?
That my little butterfly is dead
These are our children
Not a horse or a cow
Go look your self in the mirror
Who are the terrorist now?
The British prime minster
Says the terrorist will be beat
From his press conference
From NUMBER 10 Downing Street
The white house says
There will causalities of wars
While all the war mongers
Are safe behind their doors
Her father mourns her death
Till his cant live no more
So he drove a car with bombs
Thru the green zone door
There are good and evil
And we know what evil do
But when the good do the same
Then who is better than who
The lives of the innocent
Are being taken by both sides
And today there was a butterfly
Who will no longer flies?