Best Fighting(A) Poems
Yesterdays love
Buries me in memories
I long for times
When a kiss was truly an exotic marvel
I hug the sorrows of treasured losses
I, a man weep, silently and alone
If only you, the lady in red knew
The feelings stirred inside this hardened man
I toss the guns aside, fighting a fool’s game
There is no true fame for a dead hero
I knelt too often at the graves of my comrades
My sword defends not even honor, no more
I am, but a simple man
As I gaze into my childhood
I long for a world
Where a child is never a soldier
Where no heart goes unheard
All roads lead to happiness
No more highways to evil deeds
No more Isis
No more hate
No more bombs from the skies
I gaze upon a park bench
There she is below the raven
My lady in red
No where to go
No legs to carry her dreams away
She leaves in her wake
A trail of blackness
The darkness of horrors
The darkness of infinite pain
Yet there she sits
Elegant and beautiful
Staring
Facing down the terror
Nightmares that attack ones essence
An inspiration overtakes me
On impulse
I pick her up
She has a curious look upon her
What prey tell are you doing?
I look her in the eyes
I whisper to her
I am saving my heart, not you
I am redeeming my soul
She has but a worried look upon her face
I say fear not, I see inside of you
It shall be you who saves me
Your elegance
My kiss
Entwined
As we encounter loves journey
As they say
It’s a walk in the park
This is a woman
Heartbroken, torn up from all sides
Yet willing to conquer
This is a girl
Trapped in a web, gasping
Spun fierce by her very two hands
This is a lady
Afraid to blossom, to bloom
Ravished by that which she lived
This is a vixen
Driven by fervid passion
Albeit moving in the wrong direction
She is the girl
Intrigued by that which she can not fathom
Mesmerized even as she's ever flailing
She is the woman
Fighting a battle already won
Pleading the truce full of impotence
There goes the vixen
A voyeur to her own existence
Craving the fulfillment of its glittering facade
Here comes the lady
In her world of coyness
Reaching into the depth of its greatness
Here she comes; in you, in me
Entwined in an ever growing circle
Connected by that which makes us who we are
Seeking out that niche, striving to unravel
And in the midst of the chaos, forever observing
I am the girl, the woman, the lady and the vixen
Written with sorrowful memories of the war taking
place inside the one I loved ~ through his perspective
I spent time with a friend in a low place
but that friendly face become a blur
when the frown of Jesus stared back at me
from the bottom of an empty bottle
With head in tremblilng hands, I groaned
realizing my life was upside down
and that 'friend,' my wife, had left me all alone
Remembering that phone conversation
when I said, "You left me. I can't hold you any more."
I cringed when she replied,"You left me each time
you raised a bottle to your lips."
I couldn't argue with her. She was right.
I take the blame for this weakness I despise
Hate knowing I put the tears in her eyes.
It's not easy to always be misunderstood
but no one knows the dept of my darkness
So don't preach to me about what I've done wrong
I know the words. I used to sing that song.
I've weathered times when I was cold as ice
Been rained upon beneath darkened skies
Shivered while trying to find my way home
and swore I'd change the way I live my life
Then I surrendered to the thirst, in sacrifice
Drowning in an ocean, lost in waves of doubt
only fortifified in depths beyond the shallows
where I fill a bottle with hundred proof brine
It's the elixir I call 'My besotted self-defense'
I'm fighting a war within riddled thoughts
and it's already cost me the love in her heart
I'm hoping one day I'll find peace of mind
and lay down the shield of my armament
The weapon in a bottle that I can't live without
It's like your world is ending
Everything comes crashing down
Can't catch your breath
Down, down, down you drown
Waking in the morning
To another dreaded day
Going through the hustle
Just to keep the pain at bay
Escaping is what you want
You numb yourself just to survive
Hating the world when you're sober
Hate yourself for getting high
Oh yeah-This hollowed life of lies
Going through the rituals
Crushing up your dreams
Drawing back within yourself
That icy devil makes you scream
The storm rages deep inside
Harboring all your guilt and shame
Fighting a losing battle
You think it's too late to change
You hate the world when you're sober
Hate yourself for getting high
Numbing as a way of living
Living your hollowed life of lies
Then one day you see
Someone who used to use
They were happy
No longer broken and confused
They tell you of a man
Who washed away their sins
They had found peace
Oh yeah- found peace within Him
You were tired of the hatred
You were tired of getting high
You were tired of living
Living your hollowed life of lies
You asked for forgiveness
You were hungry for more
You wanted what they had
They had opened the door
Now you're walking free
Free from the shame and guilt
With Jesus in your heart
You had been rebuilt
No more hating the world
No longer getting high
You laid your pain at His feet
You escaped that hollowed life of lies
Who are the forgotten?
Those hidden in the shadows of others.
The poor,
The broken,
The widows,
The orphans,
Those not wanted by others,
Those that are cast aside,
Those overlooked,
Some people see the forgotten but rather not.
Some see the forgotten and just say, “they are just too lazy”.
Some see the forgotten and feel like they are not worth the effort.
Who are the forgotten?
The child standing in the corners of left behind.
The mom that has been pushed down in the muck.
The dad, just trying to fight his way out.
The girl that was beaten and abused.
The boy that was ripped apart with mean words.
The soldier fighting a war that wasn’t theirs.
The addict that was looking for an escape.
Who are the forgotten?
They are hidden in plain sight,
Right there in front of your face,
Even within arm’s reach,
Hidden in your shadow.
On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake
He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth
She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She can't head off the fight
Does he enjoy being out of joint
She wants to walk on solid ground
To no longer fear the cracks
She deserves to live happily
Not worrying about his attacks
Finding the courage to walk away
When the heart wants to remain
If only he could change his ways
Love her without causing any pain
She would more than gladly stay
Embrace living happily ever after
But as important as true love is
Equally vital is trust and laughter
06/09/2013
To the people looking at this book
I say go ahead, Open it, Take a look
It may be the very thing you sought
I believe you'll be captivated, Yea you'll be caught
The characters, The story, The plot
My style is one of a kind
For it comes from deep in my mind
Another like it you will not find
Winds you up, Sometimes unwind
A story of a boy to a man
Fighting a crazy life as best he can
Survival, Revenge that is the plan
A tail of fictitious facts of nonfiction
Can't put it down it's like an addiction
That would be the best depiction
To leave it behind, Your affliction
When your done, And the book is through
And your mind screams where is number two
I say thank you to the readers, Especially you
It's coming
Sorrow
My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly
I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye
It’s not only well hidden behind a smiling man’s eyes
It has so many places in which it resides
It’s in the flowering fields with a hundred wild horses
Soon to be given the whip and made to tread courses
It’s in the clouded young mind of an innocent youth
Hoping the prescription pills will help find inner peace and truth
It’s in the proud glaring eyes of a father watching his young children play
Wishing the moment would last forever instead of the one scheduled day
It’s in the words of a Doctor giving an expecting mother bad news
It’s in the prick of a needle by the people that use
It’s in the loud boisterous laugh of a whiskey fuelled voice
As he tries to drown sorrow with his poison of choice
It’s in the tears of a family when a loved one has passed
It’s in that Mystical River into which sorrow is cast
It’s etched deep in the hands of a working class man
Providing for his beloved family the best way he can
It’s in the heart of a coloured man ridiculed for his race
Pretty soon you’ll find sorrow written on the racist man’s face
It’s in the royal children’s hospital waiting room chair
It’s not hard to find sorrow sitting in there
It’s in the steps of an overweight ladies journey she embarks
Sick of the snickering and sneering and constant remarks
It’s in the 2 x 2 cell getting taught life’s harshest lessons
It’s in the homeless man’s trolley with all his worldly possessions
It’s with the millions of people fighting a battle inside
When you go looking for sorrow it’s not that hard to find
So when sorrow comes calling be sure to answer your phone
And acknowledge that it’s too big a beast to try and tackle alone
Endure the best way you can all of life’s undulations
Knowing that sorrows a train that will stop at all stations.
Revolution Number ‘12
Old habits are hard to break
As are new ones to make
But through trial and error
And maybe facing a terror
One can learn to ease an ache
Changing can be like fighting a war
Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor
The good, green and gold
Versus ways ignorant and old
May the victors’ world be better than the one before
When I was a little girl,
I went through the most traumatic experience of my life.
I was diagnosed with a deadly infection in my femur bone;
Doctors had never seen a staph infection as bad as mine.
My childhood was stripped from me.
I had been given a new life.
A life where being in and out of hospitals was normal.
A life where being in pain was normal.
My biggest fear should have been falling down and scraping my knee.
But, instead my biggest fear was wondering if I was going to survive.
I was in more pain than I could have ever imagined.
Surgery after surgery, but nothing seemed to help.
I was fighting a battle that no one understood.
I never understood why this was happening to me.
I was a kid and dealing with depression.
I wondered if I was being punished;
if I had done something to have made this happen to me.
I wondered if I would pass school.
I tried my hardest to fight through the pain and make it through school.
I was determined not to be held back.
It even came to the point,
where I had to have a teacher come to the house and teach me.
But, I was willing to anything to pass.
I had a great team of doctors;
and a team of not so great doctors.
I had parents that loved me and never left my side.
I was still a blessed kid with a great family.
I've been to several doctors since then and they all me tell me the same.
I'm going to deal with chronic pain for the rest of my life.
There are some days where the depression eats at me.
There some days where I can't even get out of bed,
because my leg is hurting so bad.
But, I made myself do it.
I was determined to graduate on time.
And I did graduate with my class.
And even though I missed to many days to count, I was never held back.
I graduated with my class, the class of 2016.
I'm determined to share my story with others.
I'm determined to prove to people;
that you're more than the pain you go through.
I'm determined to prove to people;
that nothing can get in the way of your goals or dreams;
unless YOU let it.
Your pain doesn't determine who you are.
Only YOU can determine who you are going to be.
Don’t see the soldiers as they move around,
Through the jungle without a sound,
Crawl along this wet,cold ground,
These american boys are victory bound.
Fighting a war they believe is right,
No end is near no end in sight,
One more day one more fight,
See the tunnel but see no light.
Lay me down to get some sleep,
In your dreams the battle seeps,
Mountains high and valleys deep,
What you sow is what you reap.
Visit graves where buddies lay,
Fought for freedom the american way,
War still haunts you night and day,
This is the story of a green beret.
MARTY WEST
When the smoky quartz sun
slumbers into a cold winter,
we see the aftermath of a garnet twilight,
it is then, we find rose stars
that refuse to abandon us in shivering solitude,
and beneath snake-skinned skylines of nadir,
we learn to appreciate
the truest colors of nature……
Hope is but a hollow rope,
hanging loose on empty lies~
splattered across eclipsed skies,
and this aching heart sighs,
singing to the fallen flowers,
fading into depths of
black-magic silence,
for peace is a distant memory,
frozen within pixelated Polaroids
of poignant pain.
I remember the night
I was unplugged and strangled
in toxic tremors,
slipping into fatigued negligence,
too tired of fighting a
battle with no prudence,
but no one hears the unspoken,
amidst the tears that
croon in tragic tunes.
Now my mind is a muted mausoleum;
weathered and withdrawn,
impregnated with deceased dreams~
and remnants embalmed in poison ivy.
Yet diabolical thoughts
keep whirling
through funeral chaos,
to cloak my conscience in
a glass casket of sleepless uncertainties,
smothering the last breath I held.
I do not seek an orchard
blooming with butterfly orchids
and pristine pansies,
yet, somehow, I am the wrinkled
willow~
awaiting dancing rays
of diamond twilight.
Perhaps this is how a poet grieves,
writing epitaphs with
bloodstained ink,
when familiar faces are
clothed in ivory farewells,
to rest amongst the forgotten,
away from the cruelty that creeps.
I know not the synonyms for healing,
the poems I’ve woven beneath
starry skies now flow undone,
and I am burning,
in my crippling confusion,
pondering why the sun is now
a curse in disguise,
why do I long to walk
through forests of ruins,
where the mauve moon was,
when insomniac
instruments of galaxies
strummed broken strings
of feathered fate.
So take this poem, weave these words
it into the final line
of tasteless satires,
streaming in the
rhythm of zestless zenith,
for I have no desire to
pretend and play,
or swirl and sway
when all I knew now is a
melancholic mystery untold.
So listen to the rhapsody of tears~
I am a frazzled firefly,
eloquently tangled in the
ruthless roots of jinxed junipers.
In a world full of love
Why do I feel hate
Everytime I look down the field
I see a closed gate
In this peaceful world there's people
Full of good n bad
Fighting a useless war everywhere
Over something they never had
The Angels full of peace n love
Shedding continuous tears above
While the demons in hell
Laugh sadistically as if under a spell
Innocent people dying every day
Shedding blood in a wasteful way
No is willing to stop the fights
Even when they say it's not right
What can one man do in a war filled world
When everything possible aside is hurled
How does one stop the pain
When he has nothing else to gain
I hope the fighting is stopped soon
Or earth will be as barren as the moon
If tht happens will be a big disgrace
Cuz it'll be the end of the human race
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
They let me down
now put me down
harsh views of me all around town
no one has seen me or heard a sound
I fell down in a pit of trouble
wasn’t offered a hand or a cuddle
snowballing mind evermore muddled
an additional “you lie” ball to juggle
In my struggle they say I’m pathetic
no one looks and no one gets it
brainwashed sure fake’s projected
you took my life and chose to wreck it
Believe a false reputation to justify
treating a guy a joke and sly
Clown to laugh at because he lies
open up your stupid eyes
I conclude you don’t even care
I helped you and I was there
now I act unkind unfair
you think it’s come out of no where
Think I was denied attention and now seek more
when did I want attention before?
Fighting a battle you give me a war
and I’m being eaten away at the core
Was a people person kind and thoughtful
then people treated me unkind and awful
an act for an act and the acts reward
answering how you answer my call
since you’ve seen the new me
not the guy labelled comically
which you helped kill setting free
this guy living life selfishly
Now like you yet can be the old me too
but I'll never be him when I'm around you
you cared so little and haven't a clue
why I am now so hostile and rude