Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance
Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies
The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
'Kept in the dark, but you were there'
Always wondering how I was,
Always happened to somewhat care
It just ain't the way it all seems
Bedroom door kicked open at us
'It just ain't the way it all seems’
Praying for all support above
Wishing we won’t end with split teams
'While I sit still here by myself'
Wondering why, and believing
"It just ain't the way it all seems"
I see our pictures on the shelf
I keep telling myself daily
‘I'm not afraid to keep on living'
Everything has shattered apart
It just ain’t the way it all seems
11/01/24
1. 'Kept in the dark, but you were there' - Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
2. 'It just ain't the way it seems' - Love Buzz - Shocking Blue
3. 'While I sit here by myself' - If You Can't Hang - Sleeping With Sirens
4. 'I am not afraid to keep on living' - Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance
Misunderstood and used,
Insane, but always amused.
Secretive, worried, helpful,
Past is cloudy and dull.
Antisocial, big personal bubble,
Always running away from the troubles.
Runs head and helmet into everything,
All of her desires, closed, unappealing.
Too trusting, kept in the dark, curiosity got the better,
Covering up everything below, no one will forget her.
A warning
National day, every country has one, when they are allowed
to wave their flags, get drunk, and indulge in latent xenophobia
When the people (otherwise kept in the dark) are allowed
to think they are the free people, the most democratic
the beautiful people in the whole world.
These free people, full of propaganda, not seeing they are sold
down the river to the encroaching fascism in Europe
This country that wants to see a green and pleasant land
wants to eradicate petrol-driven cars and replace them
with electric-driven cars has, nevertheless, been induced to pump
more oil from fields in the North Sea by Europe’s fascist regime
to fight -and as always, the Russians, leaving the small country
squeezed between great power politics.
The flag wavers are not told of the betrayal, but a few are aware
their demonstration is drowned by the day of jubilation.
The mild spring weather continues, and the sun smiles from a blue sky
for now, but if this fascism takes hold, the skies will be murky
and the air will smell of death and cordite.
Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard
Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been standing all along right beside you.
Trudging thru swamps of desolate despair
Scream to heaven how life isnt fair
Wondering why it always seems no one cares
Then casting the blame where you shouldnt even dare.
Barely breathing crippled within
You know you are almost to the end
Having lived your life completely in sin
Still its not too late if only the knees could bend.
Look up this time when your to weak to speak
Pray to the one that you seem to only scream
Ask Him for deliverance and ill promise you this
That life still may not be a bubbly mist
The cruelness wont leave you'll still be within the abyss
But I promise that He will deliver you this
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Love in abundance
Understanding
Guidance
And after all of this
Heaven
The child of love,
with innocent heart.
A lie for a name,
and kept in the dark.
It seemed that they knew,
not willing to tell.
To put in his hand,
that most bitter pill.
The secrets buried,
down six feet under.
When the storms weaken,
too far off thunder.
For most everything,
there is a reason.
For every summer,
a winter season!
You and I do not bend steel with our bare hands;
Or perfectly bear the sinless image of our God and Lord.
Universal sin, our weakness, was initiated by Eve and Adam.
Righteousness, our strength, has been imputed to us through Christ.
knowledge of one's own weakness is often a must for survival.
Relationship with Almighty God through Jesus Christ is imperative.
Youth itself is a very powerful weapon even if it is very measured
People who are driven by purpose and guided by God are powerful.
Technology makes advances, but must never out perform the human brain.
Opposing forces must be kept in the dark regarding the source of one's power.
Neglect and lack of discipline, like Sampson becoming helpless by allowing
Intelligence about his strengths and weaknesses, are roadways to destruction.
Therefore, we must guard like KRYPTONITE God's gift to us for navigating life.
Each of us is responsible to protect and serve others with the gifts from God.
092021PSCtest, Your Kryptonite, Anthony Biaanco
kept in the dark
through a crack in the wall
i’ve seen the ray of sun
my heart longs to burst
silenced forever
my soul yearns to soar
imprisoned since
the beginning of time
i write poetries
because my words
need a voice
even in the void of silence
launched into the universe
my voice reverberates loud
whether or not
anyone cares to hear it
i’ve said my bit
my part is done
my pen is the sword
that defends my garden
from the overgrown weeds
out to smother
what makes me unique
I write poetries
to no longer live
in the shadows
of silence
i write poetries
because i have
something to say
Published in PoetrySoup's second anthology "PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World" Paperback – January 1, 2022
Read on air by invitation ~ April 7, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 30, 2022 for contest I WRITE BECAUSE sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 5th
Requiem in your false hope
Laying flat on your back praying for death
Shut your eyes and everything else out
Drown your reality and float on what you feel is necessary
If you feel it then it’s right
You know that pulse that shocks your system and you lose sight
People laugh in others expense at something not understood because that’s what it’s meant to be
Ill informed perpetually abused for the fact that you’re being kept in the dark
Letting demons breathe and walk around in the daytime
Smiling at looking down at their watch
Waiting for your biggest moment that is being held back a grade to learn more humiliation and disappointment
Jesus,
Jesus the true light
Jesus is the true light
Jesus gives light to everyone
He gives light that comes into the world
Jesus is the True Light
You could take those linesight fight
For those that don't do right
He's forgiving even those who are kept in the dark
Jesus he brings them out right into the light
5/25/20
St.John 1:9
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
I feel so empty
like a link less chain
like the world has gone
around once again
but I wasn't told
I was kept in the dark
like I'm crashing flint
which won't throw a spark
I feel so empty
like a waterless well
I'm an old waisted wizard
who can't cast a spell
I'm lost and alone
and I can not see why
the world wants to move
but I don't want to try
I feel so empty
like a game of chess
with only one player
I have to confess
the board is clear
but for the Queen and the King
is it check or stalemate
the ending will bring
I feel so empty
like a link less chain
like the world has gone
around again
These words are spoken with passion
Not these, but those
Words spoken among friends, words of attempted substance
And still, the message is lost
The passion is there, hiding, teasing
Ducking and weaving as a boxer would do
Trying to explain what I'm saying to you
I, am lost
When does the humour run its course?
When do clowns remove their paint?
Do they dare? Do I dare?
A mockery
A pallid attempt at substance
These words, THESE words, are a message
A weak apology
A hope of understanding, a semblance of personal soul
A message wanting to be found
Kept in the dark.
Somehow I just can't get it through my mind I am
The only one you love with all your heart, somehow
I feel as if you're Keeping Me In the Dark...
Well I've never really been the jealous kind but
My intuition tells me something just isn't on the
Up and up and you your eyes seem to look away
From mine just a little too much...
Well they say the past is the past but I wonder,
I just can't help but wonder just how many
Skeletons you have in your closet under lock and
Key...don't you know that really, really scares me
'Cuz if you really loved me with all your heart you'd tell
Me all about your past...
You say it's just that important now then who
Wouldn’t feel like they're being kept in the Dark
I know and I can feel it in my bones you are
Keeping Me, Keeping Me in the Dark!
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