#1
The key to
under-
standing John's mum-
bling babble is to
work blathering with
all known grum-
bling scum-
bags in the
area.
#2
Sheer junky
blonde men's
sons are
shared by
sheared shaken ju-
ries hunk-
ered down for
now in a
herky beef hus-
band's jerky her-
esy chamber or
dry cell assault and
battery cage.
lingering embers lay smoldering out
fingers searching through ashes
rearranging, but always in doubt
to find all of the matches
re-piece all that matters
the dull glow lingers, hanging around
forcing my hands to shake
scattering remnants, moving about
escaping my baleful gaze
forever til the end of days
the lovely burn, or what so was thought
has drained me of all my ways
forever in flee, but finally caught
shes caught me, and so i'll stay
never to go away
rekindling a fire, set it ablaze
see how long its tongues last
no, not yet, I'm not ashamed
the warnings shall never pass
our love has shaped the glass
let sands pour, sinking in time
extinguishing all the fire
a grain for each second that i'm,
slowly becoming the liar
slowly becoming so tired
and once more the flames have gone
forever to never be anew
the future in the smoke has shown
of eyes so coldly blue
forever without you
Christopher Pitts 12/1/12
I loved you so much
that one day
when you didn't give any back
the flame just burned out
Fool a very powerful word,
with four unassuming letters.
Young and dumb in school,
we said we would be best friends forever.
Then came your wedding,
I took you to find your pretty dress.
Your mom and sister were no where in sight.
As your maid of honor,
I stand tall and proud watching over you both.
Your sister came as a guest,
her husband never bothered to show up.
You asked me to keep your lies,
and I did.
My mouth was glued shut,
not a word to be spoken.
Your letter came,
as I read my heart broke into a million pieces,
my fingers were burned from the paper and words.
How could you say these things to me?
Over the many long years,
had I been a fool dressed as a friend to you?
i burned my candle from both ends
and then complained
about the dark.
couldn’t tell night from day—
just a long hallway
with bad lighting
and worse memories.
the clock kept lying.
the mirror too.
through the wall
the magpies talked—
not poetry,
just the usual report:
pain,
someone elses suffering,
rent due,
another body giving up before it should.
I listened
because what else was there to do.
maybe it was madness,
maybe wisdom with a tight fist.
hard to say
when you’ve trimmed the wick
from both ends
and called it living.
I wanted more light
without paying the cost.
that’s the trick
that never works.
now I’m tired.
not heroic tired—
just used up,
like a matchbook
with one good strike left.
so I’ll take a nap.
let the smoke settle.
and when I see you—
keeper of the flame—
don’t lecture me.
you know
I burned bright
because I didn’t know
how not to.
sometimes
that’s all a man has and a good woman can only watch.
My heart is full of blood from your ardor I am dyed dear prophet
I don't know how, but I resisted to this fire dear prophet
At the first creation I was an unstoppable cry dear prophet
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Heaven sent cure you are, a healing to flaming heart you are
A magnificent generous you are, if you wish the guide, you are
Muhammad Mustafa you are, love of the Most Great you are
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Roses don't bloom; rivers don't pour if your almighty light wouldn't be
Universe fades away, breath doesn't remain if destiny wouldn't obey to you
Parting cries, union cries if beginning wouldn't have satisfied you
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Written By Yaman Dede
Translation Onur Ünlü
I once read a living book:
it was my heart.
The pages tore when I touched them,
like prayers refusing meaning.
Someone, above,
was reading with me,
and wept:
not from sadness, but from truth.
My pride is bruised
My heart’s been used
My mind’s abused
I’m so confused
Your love had ridges
You burned our bridges
Ignored my wishes
Threw me like dishes
I once felt whole
you torched my soul
If heart break’s the goal
you played a good role
I sink into sadness
I echo the madness
Facedown in my mattress
Like a Hollywood actress
Romantic malpractice
Your love’s like a cactus
I’m pricked by your thorns
And I drown in your storms
You were a lesson to learn
Touched your fire til I burned
You turned my heart into an urn
Now you’re no longer my concern
The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide will turn
and the seventh wave
tho' said and done
is not always
the largest one
after still I Rise by Maya Angelou
They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"—
so she learned to burn with a softer touch.
But thunder lived behind her face,
and silence wore her fiercest grace.
They carved her worth in smaller space,
then crowned it "grace" to know her place.
But she was made of deeper things—
not ribbons, rules, or borrowed wings.
She didn't rise to please their gaze,
or fit inside their staged displays.
The ground they gave was false, contrived—
so she rewrote it just to survive.
Now every step is storm and flame,
they whisper wild when they say her name.
But she's not theirs to dim or tame—
She rose. She roared. she burned the game.
~hira ~
"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head.
Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold hearth, stirring embers to give life to the fire. Staring into the flames, she recalled his affectionate words as he held her hand when they'd walked in the snow. She tried to hold her tears in check, but her emotions would not be denied. Moonlight shown on her through the window, but she refused to look at it, for it only brought back memories of what they'd once shared.
snowflakes in the night
stirred memories in her heart ~
embers burned to ash
The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river,
the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins,
when the blood was too weak to carry the burden of our lost dreams,
we surrendered to a dance of shadows, a waltz of memories and forgetting,
on a horizon where the stars were extinguished by a dense cloud of silence,
we feel time slipping away like sand through our fingers, mercilessly,
in a world where hopes are just lost echoes in the night,
and our souls wander on untrodden paths, searching for a spark of light,
in a land of memories where once we dreamed of being immortal,
but now only shadows keep us company on this silent journey,
and wine and whiskey become our allies in the battle with forgetting and lost time.
the twin flame you ignited
and the stares that burned the air
came out fiercely and declared,
'you're in love,'
only to later pierce my heart,
leaving me with wounds that bleed
until i'm in ashes
If a watched pot never boils,
why am I looking at the steam from the pot?
Then I burned myself.
Bright is the night
And dark is the day
The world is now changing
The good will not stay
The stars have burned out
And the land has gone dry
Jesus we need a miracle
Just to get us by
Lord please show Your mercy
Breathe Your breath into our lungs
But God said no
And that was so
The awful end has just begun
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