Watching myself from behind
Chasing words on the front
Dieing on the the rear
But my life is going along
Shots of death inside
Life escaped outside
I wonder where we would have
been
If we chose our paths w/out a
bend
Boring life the straightest road
Midnight holds the great
unknown
JOURNEY
Perhaps there’s no more satisfying
Than journey to an everlasting place
Which is journey to life after death!
There’s no denying there’s death
But life after death is weirdo
No one has come back to prove, indeed…
To trek into the sojourn of the unknown
Is a judgment of God we know it would happen
But what will transpire after?
Is the biggest question please prepare
No man on earth ever proved
Lived beyond and returned to relate.
It is a matter between life and death
In a second or two one dies
The journey could be mile and mile. No waiting list!
It could be a traversing of the longest hour
Before one reaches that predestined occasion
But what God has in stored for us?
It could be longer than we think
When to start and to end is definitely unexplainable!
One may not know it
One might have begun the trip by now!
A one way trip…
No round trip, to say!
a woodland path,oh what a dream take me farther into the seam.ill run ill walk ill go
without knowing . take me back to better things where life wont end with a coming spring
where water flows with an unbinding path. oh what a dream that i shall see, the beauty and
wonder that will become with trees that go as far as life and the sky has a beauty that
can never be described, oh how i wish this was not just a dream for then I wouldn't wake
with an ending burning ,for life its self to be in my hands . just as it was placed in gods.
THE LIFE I ONCE HAD
In this chair sat a lonely ol'soul as life passed him by.
His wife left him his children were gone and tears
rolled from his eyes.
She took his life and all he had and nothing was there.
But she left his old wooden sitting chair.
The life he had was now gone but still had his chair.
Everything he ever owned was taken he had nothing
left to share.
Memories of the life he had wilted and disappeared.
He was now all alone and there was nothing left that
he now feared.
As he shut the door and he closed his mind and heart.
To forget about his old life and think about the new life
he would start.
Teresa Skyles
Was inspired by Rick's photo.
Dreams are the haven of the night,
The relaxing of the mind,
The wishes we yern to come true.
Dreams are the sanctuary of our deepest thoughts,
The ever present hope that life will get better,
The fire that burns withing our hearts.
Dreams are the warnings of life,
The reminders of sins long since been commited,
The horrors of our imagination,
The brutal reminder of how fragile life is.
And yet, with all this and so much more,
Contributing to the things that dreams are,
We, as a race, as a species on this planet,
Only we have the courage,
To close our eyes and dream away the night.
~MyTOPIA~
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin.
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin.
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
by;p.d.
Minds locked up and howling for the sound of thunder.
Oh what sorrows come to us amidst our nights of wonder.
A blur in the day of a life so familiar,
so striking so loud, so intrinsically peculiar.
Shifting, aggressive silhouettes, amongst the nightly creature.
Of which shows our face, but never cares to enlighten us deeper.
And the question of these nights so dire,
Comes from the heart the mind, the body of desire.
For in the truthful light of our existence, we’ve thought of the dreamer.
A passion of withdrawal from oneself, from us, from a creator.
For life was never meant to be any stranger,
then the midnight howls, of a dreamer.
I gave her 1 wish and 1 wish only
I gave her what her heart desired
Look at her walking like she has theme music playing
carrying her gucci bag with her prada shoes on
looking for a man to buy her love
she needs a rich man like a drug
her lexus speeding threw the red lights
rules dont apply in her life
married man divorced man it doesnt matter
with who ever the money comes faster
diamonds pearls trips to paris
theres a price to be paid money chaser
with all the sex lies and lavish life
tonight you will pay the price
nothing in life is free material girl
so I will take what matters with just few words
NO GLITZ NO GLAMOUR NO PRETTY FACE ALL THINGS YOU HAD WILL BE ERASED
now your just like everyone else
later they found her hanging from a shelf
From the desktop of my life ,
I deleted Pain,
so that nobody could
restore it again.
From the canvas of my life,
I wiped away Sorrow,
so that I could get
a joyful tomorrow.
From the diary of my life,
I erased all my Grief
and sent them
on a long leave.
Seeing this,Poetry asked,
"Why should I stay with you then?"
So I restored Pain,painted Sorrow
and scribbled Grief in my life again.
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A.W. Nutter
Condemning chants from the crowd
Final resting place growing nearer
Death envelopes, in a dark shroud
Plunging toward the final chapter
Weight of the rough hewn wood
More than a young soul can bear
To many voices, so misunderstood
The sins of the father, mine to fear
Sons and daughters, of the damned
Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion
Taste for a new soul being fanned
As the priest offers the benediction
Hand forced open, exposing the palm
Three nails, retribution for imagined sin
Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm
Screaming as the metal pierces the skin
The holy trinity watching from above
Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
As out of control this life careens
Hanging on a cross, life upside down
Suffering through life and eternity my fate
To another hell, a maligned soul is bound
Haunted by memories, devoured by hate
Tape and slips of paper,
holding life precariously,
(thread by thread).
It can come loose or remain steady.
Layers are bound to one another
in such a way as to be easily split wide open.
Life can exist within the leaves of paper,
hanging tight
or roughly peeled off--
(torn in pieces).
My life is very fragile
(vulnerable).
I need tape and glue to hold it together,
to keep my insides from being swept away.
I want decorative paper for beauty,
old photos for memories,
and adhesives for cohesiveness of thought.
. Half-a-Life
Approaching the first sign of hell.
An instrument of the baby tell.
I receive the blood in a Limbo womb .
An embryo conceived from a cell.
A set life waiting to bloom.
9 months to be stuck inside of a shell.
The first pain of labor revels my doom.
I exit to another Half Life to roam and dwell.
I vanished all excitement in the waiting room.
Abused in my first moment, just to here me yell.
My lungs full of life entering my second tomb.
Yelling my guts to an evil smell.
The smell of entering the Gates of Hell.
By:P.D.
Staring at the stars in the sky
Amazed at their creation and existence
Seeing all the stars connect into shapes and patterns
Lying on the grass as the wind passes over me
Thinking of how far away they are
Imagining the surface and energy that each star emits
The power of the stars in the Bible
The North Star points in the right direction
Home
The creation of stars and how they evolved over time
What changes they must have gone through
What transitions, temp changes, and shapes they have been?
The life span of a star and the change in brightness over the years
The distances they must have traveled throughout time
Far beyond the stars to galaxies and planets far away
To the moons of Saturn where life is, well maybe
Will they ever discover extraterrestrial life forms?
What new discoveries will NASA make?
Where will our astronaunts travel to in the next 50-100 years?
Will they ever creat a space station or hotel as proposed in the 1970's?
What is it like to be in zero gravity?
Thinking of what lies above me, but still on firm ground
I am just curious about
What the future holds, what the future holds
A wildflower stands erect
Soaking in rays of radiance
As the bees and townsfolk buzz
And the wind sways in a slow dance
Contentment is where she stands
Until she spots something missing
Among all the townsfolk talk
She was bound to start listening
Was in the clouds but now on land
Leans in to get a better view
A life involved with others
But she doesn't know what to do
Clueless but curious
Tries to start a conversation
In search of a smile
Doesn't find it in rejection
Caring but cautious
Hoping to look approachable
In search of a word
Doesn't happen when you're invisible
Confused and crushed
World doesn't make much sense
In search of a friend
Everything is better in ignorance
Laughter among all but her
She hides her eyes in sorrow
A life void of others
No hope for tomorrow
Disappointment is where she stands
Teased by something she can't have
Alone among a crowded crowd
Her heart wounded by lonesome's stab
A wildflower builds a wall
Unsure if she can be saved
Brick by brick is stacked
Her own prison's being paved
May 2010
If i was made god of heavens
There would have no such difficulties
Which exist presently
And make life a mere possibility
If such thing has happened
No two lovers were to be separated
As one would meet the one an only
Which was written, consciously.
Every life was to be treated equally
Which would travel undeviated
But necessarily to be authenticated
As everyone have a unique destiny.
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