Best Lifeworld Poems
I’m sorry for my flaws
I appreciate everything you do for me
I wish I could always smile at passing children
I wish I felt better about myself
I wish I saw the light you provide for me
The light I voluntarily turn my back from
The light I’m suppose to drink
As if to keep hydrated.
I’m surrounded by quarters and unfinished books
I read because I’m searching for affirmation
Quarters for clothes to be kept clean.
I’m divulgent
I parade my flaws
I hide, trip, and reveal my flaws
I am in constant concern of my own being
And a stillness of thought for a mind to be kept clean.
The world is a messy place
Our mind the raking of leaves
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
We fall and awake and fall again.
Love is warm, harmless, and stamped
Inefficiently weak by the assemblies of faces
Swept up by the world’s business of cold linear time
Moving like a sad and brutal train.
I sit at the station
My fingers interlocked pressing against my face
Peering through the thicket of my spirit.
Hours later, maybe, I am looking up the hill
Pulling my elephant.
Children circle around my small progress
Skipping and laughing.
(They don’t care,
They just like elephants.)
Though, last night, I dreamt I rode a killer whale
And so here it dawns on the weakened spirit:
That I am the Whale Rider of the Phantom World
Wandering through 10th Avenue
My flaws in our wake
My fist pumped high in the air
In the name of a Life Authentic.
This all dreamy and wonderful
While in the world of machines and mass movement
The elephant keeps his slow, tugging gait behind me,
Ignorant of dreams.
I'm curse with pride the golden child surrounded by scream and cries.
Standing tall I refuse cry speaking the truth I don't believe in lies.
Raise in the streets but yet I still can't stand the heat my mind wondering I'm in too deep.
Right now my words is my only drive I'm ducking death so through the night I creep.
Carrying the world on my back the heart of a G standing tall while I face my enemies.
And because of my pride you will always remember me.
Because I believe in loyalty so I will always represent for my family.
Cause to me their love is like heaven to touch and I need their energy.
But why is this world fill with misery why can't we live together in unity.
It's time for a change and we can start by changing our community.
A World So Cold
What is this place we live in?
This, a place where once you saw a friend, now stands an enemy.
This, a place who's lifeblood is pain, lies, and deception.
This, a place where honesty and decency are oh too rare.
This place, a world so cold.
What is this that I feel?
This, the suffering of a people, ridiculed, hated and prosecuted.
This, the sting of betrayal from a brother turning his back due to what I am.
This, the pain of being different, hated in a so called "diverse society".
This feeling, a world so cold.
What is this that I see?
This, the destruction of a mans life, just because he wasn't the same color.
This, the brutal beating of a person because they weren't straight.
This, the genocide of a people due to their religious beliefs.
This, the sight of a world so cold.
Why do I suffer so?
I suffer for faith in humanity as a whole, that we can live in peace.
I suffer for a day that I can be openly me without fear of discrimination.
I suffer for the generation of tomorrow, so that they may live better than I.
I suffer for this world, a world so cold.
What do I say?
This, that I am proud of who and what I am.
This, that I would stand up for my friends, my beliefs, and my life.
This, that I shall not break when you call me "***", "furvert" or the likes,
This, that I fight to save a world so cold.
Form:
I'm fill with passion,
Because as a human being I'm one of God creation.
But why do I need to carry a gun for protection.
Why I'm I being judge for lack of communication.
Why is the judge trying to throw the book at me.
Is the life I'm living just another bad dream.
Now I'm fill of hate,
Cause everywhere I go I see racism in every state.
Yes we are free but why do I still fell like a slave.
How can we be free while I'm stuck working for minimum wage.
But this could just be another stage,
My reflection is the only one that show me love everyday.
Now I'm confuse cause now I'm full of love.
because the first girl that I fell in love with was as sweet,
As a drove.
I see now that she was a real blessing from up above.
She was a real work of art.
This is what I'm full of,
Passion, hate, and love is what i have for everybody.
Now I know that this world was meant to be,
But I still don't know if this world was meant for me.
written by: Dion A Bess
aka
Poet
SWEET MISTAKES
i sit here and think
of all i've done wrong
the whispering remnents
of a long ago song
while tragic decissions have created the past
the character built lays new path
without mistakes, goals can't be reached
if the the world was perfect
there'd be nothing to teach.
we'd never explore our souls and our minds,
never know strengths that are built over time.
the wonder and awe that we see all around, without essence and knowledge
would shrival and drown
love and contentment could never be felt
by a heart, that has never, disapointment been dealt.
mistakes may seem bad,
like the end of the world
but without them our souls
would never grow and unfurl.
Don't let yourself be fooled Mexico is not a poor country
Not just tortilla and bean, or a old Mexican man on a burro
But very rich nation, gold, silver, copper and oil galore
And the poor people are anything but free
Bit they are always ready to take a dollar from the Gringo
But that is not the picture given to the world by our neighbor next door
It is a Mexican law, that a gringo can not hold a job, hard way to make a living
It is a old saying."The most useless thing in the World"
" Is a Gringo with no money in Mexico"
Some of their law towards Americans are un for giving
But that is not what they try to tell the World
The Government and the super rich have all the money
If an American is caught with a single gun, 50 years in jail
If one buys some land, right off the Government owns half of it
They keep their people very poor, un educated for a reason, government control
And in no way do want to be there anywhere in jail
Wonder why Mexico always seems to make a profit
Almost like the Devil has their soul
Corrupttion is all they have ever known for many years
For a hundred dollar bill, you get, Get Out of Jail free card
Why so many work for the drug world or the Mafioso
Tell them that they will be safe and away from fears
Sometimes if it means working in the prison yard
If you don't want to go jail in Mexico, then don't go
So no wonder why they all want to migrate to the land of milk and honey
Now with our new law, some are starting to cry
But I for one don't want to go over there and live
Fro the Stone Age, it has always been about money
It is times for some of those to say good bye
And live by the Immigration Laws, where they live
Form:
Trust is an issue that is dear to my heart,
It can’t be given or taken from the start.
It must be earned, it is the only way,
Head my words, there is truth in them today.
In this present world that we live in now,
There’s cursing, lying, and acts more foul.
How can you trust your neighbor next door,
Behind your back they thirst for even more.
Trust is something from back in the past,
Went hand in hand with honor making things last.
Today there is a different story on the streets,
An eye for an eye, appearance kept neat.
Everyone is out to save their own skin,
Cheat if they must to accomplish the win.
What have we become in this world of today?
Blinded by greed and leading friends astray.
Just to accomplish the upper hand,
Throwing trust aside with a masterful plan.
So how can we trust if the world is corrupt?
Nine times out of ten your trust blows up.
You extend your hand in hopes of returns,
When the time comes around all you get is burned.
This is my problem a downfall in life,
I trust few people until stabbed with a knife.
So earn my trust if you think that you can,
I’ll test what your worth to prove you a man.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/15/09
Let's play a game of cat and mouse chase.
Like in the cartoon, life is Jerry the mouse.
Life hides from Tom the cat, which is the cruel world.
Tom always tries to chase Jerry but Jerry is too quick
for him. That is how life is. The world chases afte life.
At times, Jerry tries to wake up Tom and let him chase him.
He does all sort of crazy things to wake him up and chase him;
playing tricks on him. After Tom wakes up, Jerry hurries into
safety; his tiny mouse hole.
This is how my world is. It is an evil catlike word that hisses at
me all the time. I run, like Jerry, into safety, which is life.
It might not be the best mouse hole, but it is life.
I wish I were like Jerr; always running away from my cruel world
of suffering and pain, and find safety in some hole in my Soul.
But I need to stop chasing my cruel world and let it sleep;
be aware and have a plan when it wakes up.
Someone once told me that life is like a coin,
It has two sides.
But in my own journeys I have found that it has many more.
It’s similar to a spinner,
As it has endless possibilities.
We’re all spinning in this life,
With no clue where we will end up.
Sometimes we get dizzy,
Sometimes we just enjoy the ride.
But no matter how hard we try we can not get off,
This spinner called life.
The spinner keeps going,
Whether we like it or not.
Some may fall,
And some may stand strong.
You can try to be strong,
But even the strong have their stumbles,
On this spinner called life.
When you get dizzy,
Just close your eyes.
Picture the world standing still,
Nothing happening around you.
That is how I survive in,
This spinner called life.
When you feel yourself falling,
Grab on and hold tight.
Those around you are your rope,
They hold you to the center.
The center of,
This spinner called life.
When that someone said life is like a coin,
I looked at them and said no!
The world is resting on,
This spinner called life.
Form:
When anxiety threatens to quarter my body
I take refuge in the tall blades of night;
the dark sky drips down upon me,
spilt ink seeping around little specks of light.
I reach the centre of an open field,
nature’s blushing cheeks drawn pale with snow;
ice reflects the moon’s cold glare;
misty spirits hover chilled with woe.
From the black horizon I see an arching curve,
a translucent dome encasing the earth;
I wonder how long our snow globe will shake
until it’s cracked or broken or lost its worth.
I tell myself this world’s a stone
suspended in the emotionless absence of air,
where time ticks with a muted stroke,
at once abundantly full and desertedly bare.
That stone on which we reside,
neither powerful nor grand,
may be smaller than imagination can grasp,
lost or organized among infinite grains of sand.
If the world is that minute
I might be less than microscopic.
An insignificant pattern of energy
Wondering who wove it and who will stop it.
To me this news is comforting,
not disheartening or unfair,
for if in the grand scheme the world is trivial
than our problems are nothing to compare.
Maybe this galaxy is at the bottom
of a deep and never ending well
where no echo will carry our voice
up high enough to tell.
I leave the field again alone
But akin to pink shades of dawn
lingering in the space between morning and night
wanting only to savor life until it’s gone.
Have you ever stopped to wonder?
How curious we can be
How we gleam with awe and wonder
Still filled with anxiety
The world they say is a tornado
So filled with love and hate
So beautifully designed
To make our teeth grate
A plethora of emotions run around the playful sky
So beautiful and quaint, so filthy and undesired
How lifelessly animated we make it all seem
Every night as we sleep below its glorious beam
The world they say is an arena
A precinct of heartless desire
A place to decide
If love will ever conquer or if money will divide
Still we add those barricades
Which, we think, would in the end, indeed make us, one day fly
Or swim freely in this circus
Where one day we shall all definitely die
By
Amanda.M.Miller
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Lost in the storms of life somewhere
It's almost more than a soul can bear.
Time is an ever rolling thing,
Losing friends in a never ending game.
Lost forever in a world not the same,
Darken skies shedding its rain.
A veil of time like a sentinel stands
Waiting for the summons to enter its land.
Many a friend is lost to its call,
All will enter this misty wall.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Tell this story to all around
Friends depart and are not to be found.
Walk in a world dark and grey
Without old friends to light the way.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
When in time a summons I hear
To my earthly cradle I go without fear.
There my old friends, with arms open wide,
Will lead me to the other side.
From that misty veil one cannot hide
All must enter to get to the other side.
A time of joy follows a day of tears
As friends are waiting to remove all our fears.
It doesn’t take much to make me smile,
Little things to me have never quite gone out of style.
Simple things, like a child at play,
Are one of many, many things that can brighten my day.
Watching a dad teach his child to ride a bike,
Are indelible moments that I cherish and like,
What about a dog in a game of fetch?
Such delightful scenes as the puppy is anxious in this game of catch.
Seeing two young boys who have realized they have become the best of friends.
Brings back golden memories to a time I wish would never end.
Memories of life are like candles we relight every now and then,
They can brighten up our days and take us back to better times and places we’ve already
been.
When I feel low I just close my eyes and let God choose the page,
And start traveling back to happier times as the world becomes my stage.
Then I can face the world with renewed strength and added peace,
As each new day I try to add more memories so my happiness will never cease.
It’s a Miracle
And if by chance you should survive
And turn your eyes
And see the great sky
Of heaven
And think to yourself
I am alive !
God must have a purpose
For everyone
Including me
It’s a miracle
Praise the Lord !
I am alive !
Thank you God……………
Yep
Tell that to
The three million six hundred Jews
Tell that to the gates of Auschwitz
Tell that to the latest and the next raped child
Tell it to three hundred years of ***** slavery
Tell it to the North American Indian
Tell it to The World Trade Centre
Tell it to The Khmer Rouge and Kampuchea
Tell it to The Killing Fields
Tell it to Rwanda
Tell that to the starving in Biafra
Tell it to the racial cleansing and rape camps of Bosnia
Tell it to the dead of Two World Wars
Tell it to Nagasaki and Hiroshima
Tell them it’s a miracle
And their luck just ran out
Every soul on the planet knows that people are senseless.
You'd think we'd wise up some over time.
Time and time again people focus on being devious.
Is the way they play their way of being real? People
Who really try to make a difference sometimes spill
Their kindness on arid land when what it really needs is a flood.
And I've tried to provide a flood
Of kindness and love and values, but to them, it's so senseless
And pointless that I'd much rather spill
It on someone who'd give me the time
Of day and actually appreciate what other people
Don't even stop to consider because they're too busy deviating.
From what I've seen, all people know is how to be deviant.
They want to be the ones to unleash the beast, bring the flood
Of deception and drown the truly honest people
Who care enough to even reach out a hand to those senseless
And lost souls. I've lost many a wink and spent many a night time
Thinking of a way to save my blood from being the next to spill.
But I am not the only good-blooded one who posses what they wish to spill.
I am not the only one trying to out-deviate the deviants.
I know someone who, despite the lies she is told all the time,
And despite the pseudo-amorous atmosphere, sees the real flood
Of bull droppings thrown her way. She can see through the senseless
People's transparent lies. She will go farther that most of those people.
It is a skill to be able to feel my spiel about most people
And their mindlessness. I hope I'm not around when they spill
Their mind and speak their hearts and rant and rave in their senseless
Talk. They think they make sense but in their quest to deviate,
They unplug the faucet of all that's bad. They cause the flood
That ruins those who want to bless the world with their time.
I wish someone would bless me with their time.
What do we have to do to rid the world of senseless people?
Shall we pray for another flood?
Or should we take it upon ourselves to spill
The guilty blood? I'm tired of all these people and their deviousness
Who take pride in being senseless.
I, for my part, will not waste my precious gift. I will not spill
My knowledge upon deaf ears and closed hearts and devious
Minds. Because that, my dear reader, would truly be senseless.