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Standing in a foreign nation, fragrance from a fresh cremation
Lost and long forgotten by the beasts that roamed my home
Nights are dark and gloomy but the tundra’s so damn roomy
Here is where I want to be so leave me standing here alone
Here I stand a man with quill in hand is all I own
That, my crown and throne
Walking on the sandy beaches, there I saw the strangest creatures
Living in a unison together on their own
Then behind the bushy myrtle, hid the cowardly old turtle
“Don’t be hiding there old turtle, don’t be hiding all alone!”
But the turtle stayed behind the bush beneath a stone
This, he calls his throne
Night defeats the sunlights laughter once the mockingbirds cry after
Day has set so I can be the king of lands I roam
Darkness gives me all the cover, more than I could need a lover
Here is where I want to be so leave me here alone
Darkness is my friend so I can call this land my home
Here, I sit on my throne
Moonlight let the turtle scurry athwart on the beach to hurry
Into deep blue seas where he is free to swim atoned
Creatures from the deep blue ocean bow down to their king’s devotion
When the sun arose he then recoiled back in his dome
“Pity you old turtle” I said, “hiding there alone.”
That, you call a throne?
Days long gone that I remember, Spring-time joy in mid-November
Hiding in and oak tree from the creatures of my home
Now my kingdom bows before me no one stares or dares ignore me
Here I stand a king, adore me, lord of all I own
Pity all I own is barren, barren to the bone
At least, I have my throne
Then one starry twilight dreaming, where I stood there pride redeeming
Came along the turtle beaming till he saw my throne
In a flash, his neck retreated in his shell and self conceited
“Don’t be shy and self defeated!” Said I, in stern tone.
“Stick your neck out, coward, or you’ll end up all alone!”
Returning to his throne
Returning to my throne
When I woke in shock and horrid, scaly felt my morphed new forehead
Overwhelming dread and torrid shook my body to the bone
There I was a transformed turtle hiding there beneath the myrtle
All along I was the turtle standing there alone
Horrified of all the creatures rounding my new home
My shell that I had grown
A self-made, feeble throne
It's hard to write with all these tears dripping from my eyes
The pain I feel inside is more that one could bare, my broken scene becomes my reality
Times are ever so difficult, what can I do, I will never erease whom i used to be
Those days of tears will always be in your memory for ever and ever
As long as you see the old in me you will never believe, and I am realizing that
It's your choice not to believe, my fault for failing and so you want us to end
One thing you can always count on is that I didnt give up
I have no words in my simple heart and mind to reach out to your heart
And as you go, I feel all of my dreams leave me, and i become an empty vessel
What am I to do with all this love I feel for you? You say give it to someone else but how?
Today you ask me to part your life forever, and in death only then might you hear about me
You will stand there, and cry your heart out asking yourself "what if"
Its hard to understand, yet if I dont then I am a fool
Today I die, dont worry I wont come back into your life
I wish you the best, find that person that will always say what you want to hear
Find that person who will support you in anything and everything
I stand clear today that the only way of showing my love is real, is by not being in your life
Find that person whom will stay loyal to your love
Please dont ever blame me, because I stood to the last minute, in the name of what I feel
One day you will come back, but only this poem will remain
Write it down, memorize it, for my face you shall never see again, all I do is hurt you
You are very good at pretending, therefore you give your love just as easy to another
I am Romeo, and I stay true to my real love, maybe not perfect but loyal
Good bye, and I wish you the best I did not do this to us I didnt quit
Your heavy heart refuses to forgive, to forgive whole heartedly
So only putting me past the walls of your eye will you forgive me
The love you have for me will never die, but I to you will
Good bye, and always remember there WAS ONCE a poet whom stood still
Be happy, I lost, but reality is you will never forgive me, but God has.
My Velvet Princess
As I dry these tears unbidden such a sad anniversary again claims my existence
She’s gone; the light of my heart and song of my now desolate soul transcended to a place
beyond my grasp and still a fledgling of right suffers an endless longing
I see no truth in that time can heal all wounds for surely this one will prove to be mortal
I persist on this coil through my stubbornness and the will of my creator, not by choice
My most feverent desire is to hear a laugh and see a smile that is meant only for me
Riding a hollow and worthless crescendo of success, achievement, and empty joy
Illusion breaks a lot more to the skilled adept, so still I keep my misery to me, myself, and I
In our time together I was mostly a simpleton jester and fool, never callous but bratty and
overly protective
So many; too many things left unsaid in the letters my heart never had the chance to send
Although I’m sure she knew my one desire was always to please her and how much I truly
cared
Two of a kind, a princess and the scoundrel like peaches with cream so much love apparent
and shared, now the wisp of a waking dream
So now I stand alone after tasting the sweetness of bliss, one with all and yet none
The only thing she ever showed me was love and sometimes it was tough, made Sang mad
quite a few times and once or twice I even cried
Then out of the blue on a sunny clear day she fell ill stopped breathing and died; I think a
part of me with her
So now my princess is an angel that watches and protects me from a place I feel so close
and yet so far
A past love yet lingers on in the absence of a present, even if in this life I never know love
again the joy we shared meant the world to me and more
And in time through space I will someday again behold the better half of my soul
I shed today the occasional tear and smile every time she graces my thoughts in a song with
no end composed of an infinite love by my angel, my velvet princess.
this girl came out drop dead georgous
long brunette hair all of her forces
she knows the power of the bedroom eyes
she cant help but use them while telling her lies
the picture of confidence with a disarming smile
a beauty so radiant and a soul of bile
alluring this siren with a silent screem
look at me, look at me, and i'll make you dream
she was'nt white trash or a low life either
but she knew what she wanted and nothing would keep her
she had the right lawers they were'nt supersticous
all that they needed was somone not so pretentious
let me loose, let me loose, this very day
first i want a drink and then i want to play
where are all my sisters, where are all my friends
where can i go party and start all over again
this was the very thing to give this demon a boost
they wittnessed all her crimes and then they set her loose
what standard were they setting for the red, white and blue
they never thought to what it would mean to me or you
the blind folded greecian holding the ballenced scales
will have to find a new home for justice here has failed
the symble or what she stood for, now so terribly marred
by twelve empty souls whos souls are now scared
the judge who would lash out and tried to make her sting
tide up by the law, he could'nt do a thing
when just before the verdict he weilded so much power
but by the end of the day, he had used up his hour
in the midst of all this tragity i did see one good thing
i saw all the races marching for the sake of caylee
there was no division of races all the mothers stood together
but there was a few love struck guys like there was for sara palin
and now we have this casualty a misscarriage of justice
nothing we can do about it. it's the law that protects us
when the founding fathers wrote the constitution
they never thought a jury would come to this conclusion
Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light
And so one, then suddenly a thousand more, and still more
From draw I thought secured, from every vessel held in store
The little beasts come dragging a gay appetite to the floor
And with so much resilience, so much flare, some would adore
But I, something in the hygiene of my upbringing, shudders me
With looming tragedy for this, a population depleted I see
By pest and pestilential tolerance, trembles me now with rage
That cockroach could destroy us, and rule the coming age.
Mutating from the fission and fusion that left us hopeless, bare
The fallout from divine grace, and this shimmering cold now here
What shall be our harvest, except the wintry white of fear
Nothing saps their resistance now, the cockroach is everywhere
Profile this, in every four thousand species plus, every size and shape
Four common species threatens our mortal dust, O wanton rape
Think you that their triumph shall not call from hell more tragic forms
To chew and shred and intoxicate the procreation of our norms
I hear the scratching of the spindly legs, see sick white chitinous wings
I am filled such foreboding of the plaques this evil brings
And we make boundaries with indifference, call them the species at risk
Forbid their public swatting, stomping, crushing them quick and brisk
O let me see the putrid gut inside, let me hear the crunch of flesh
Let me use the new insecticide to bomb them from behind the mesh
Splatter them where they fester, let us kill this insect by decree
What though some berate us, for we make a dark hole in ecology.
your face polaroid happy glowing not half so distant.
walking over to grab the shovel and rain filled
bucket near the gravel driveway.
i watch your hands digging quickly
pouring seeds out as you go.
we bury them together, in rows just like the way
my mother used to.
infant tie. .... tile back to the time we heard all those
simple things. when we played in the dirt and grew simple
things like arms and legs, eventually even a mouth.
but first came the eyes yours seem brighter
than usual today.
now we rush to bury the rhubarb and the turnup's
next to the south side of the house where you
planted the carrots the year before.
it is foggy outside and the ground is cold.
your hands are muddy with the dark soil and you
are talking about how you used to go to this
abandoned armory along a sandy grass filled
jetty near the tip of the puget sound.
you said it was a safe place for you and
that it was always foggy just like this morning.
you look up at me with a look that makes me
feel very still and introspective.
i wonder am i that armory for you now?
can i be that body of metal and cement
not cold but alive.
can i regrow simple things, simple arms
and legs that care for you.
is it to late to bury a little hope at this time of year?
rebar ribs crack to the touch.
i take a deep breath in and look
over at the back yard.
Form:
Am I captivated but not by romance;
And at night the tango we use to dance; was it demonic?
Everybody seems so quick to make a call;
People are always looking for gold; but gold is common;
Believe me she’s more than gold; and a treasure far more precious
And I ask myself—was she my Mary Magdalene?
And you my brother; claiming to know the answers;
Holding out your basket and asking for alms.
In Gods name you collect and claim for the deliverance of his work
And the list grows longer while the church grows stronger;
And the ladies look but won’t touch because all eyes are to be on you
And I agree too little; and can only hope he will bless you
And of you omnipotent one; attired in the cloths of a scholar;
Wearing your spectacles and displaying your trophies and certificates;
Have I not seen you peeking up my ladies dress; and why pray tell?
Thanks doctor but no thanks; and her—well not likely Mr. one act play;
You are predictable and you of course are never guilty of any human weaknesses
And Still I regret ever leaving
People must it always be a lover we can control?
I’m tired of that and I’ve done it too many times now.
I’m too old and it doesn’t work for me anymore; and controlling lovers never last.
I liked her but all those years of subterfuge; you called my education;
Has made me too often second guess myself; and brought me unhappiness;
And yet to this day I remain one of society’s victims
Let my pen cry unto this paper, and perhaps your shoulder that it may need to be heard once more
All my life I have struggled to fit in, self conscious of the world and its eyes that see it all
I too regret many things, mistakes that changed my life forever
Sitting here weeping my eyes out in anguish I try to stay strong and yet I fall even deeper with every scene
I knew not of love until she came into my life
Little did I know about affection and care led alone a hearts embrace
If only I could go back in time and amend much of the pain that has toppled me now
Will death just come and make my bed, I can't deal with my mesmerizing mind that takes me back
Back to the unchanging past, history buried underneath many smiles and fake laughter
I am to be to my lonesome since the very start
No one can ever help me, amend me of my pain
Unsecured of who I really am, and I weep desperately seeking answers
Let the melody tune my eyes that they may see
Forgotten to the world I shall become, for I have caused enough pain, I am my own enemy
Underneath it all I have a heart of gold
I write in her name always, for she inspires the butterflies that dwell deep in my stomach
Allow me to cry on your shoulder
Let's stand on the edge of the cliff, and after I grow faint in your eyes just push me off
Happily I shall go, leaving nothing behind but my written art, to whom it may appeal
This is your cordial invitation to my hearts funeral
if I must die
let me die true of truth
that I may know the truth
that I may enter the house of truth
and meet lady truth reclining on the sofa
let me touch her face and hear her voice
let me drink from her springs of purity
lest my thirsty wont be quenched
until the limpid sacred flow into my blood
if I must die
give me power to pronounce the word truth
teach me how to spell the word truth
then i shall glow full of truth
grant me powers to scan the truth
that I may set a light of truth in my darkened soul
that i may read from the book of truth the truth
that leads to the holy bed of truth
If I must die
bury me in the grave of truth
that I and her may exchange intelligent ideas
and kiss and caress truthfully in harmonic truth
let me see the colour and texture of truth
give me the pleasurable feelings of truth
that I walk into the gate of chambers of death while true
if I must die
let me be a volcano of truth
let me rapture into an explosion of truth
then shower and rain dust of truth
let the molten truth flow then
covering the vegetation
and bear grounds allover
if I must die
crucify me on the cross of truth
crucify me on the rays of the rising sun
then give me wings to fly free
away from rhythms of purgation
away from the shapes of pain
free to the land of painted victory
Fragile bones, aching arms, broken dreams
Speaking flaws, am I to die in shame?
Will you not speak of me good deeds, nor my dry days
Stone me says thee? Hold yourself not, for as your eyes are free of sin?
A dry heat consumes your thirst, and suddenly your bloodcells burst
You speak unclear, and to make matters worse you loose judgment
Yet you rule your tounge over me as if I were not a man of free will
I too have feet that I may walk
A mouth, that I may speak
Eyes that pave the secrets of others, spies they are, I lurk high
A shattered star fell on me
It sang broken bar blues
Sober? Out of the question, who am I to interrogate such mass
Bright as the sun in flames
Life is spelled out right from the firey mass of burning gases
A pain begins to trouble my lower rib
The pain is growing, and I feel the hands of the sun caressing my flesh
Burning flesh is the scent that fills my chambers
And I slept, for I awoke a new body
All was bright-white
Not a single spot of dust, dead skin
I had wings, yet on my feet I went about
I looked down into the world, an angel
A warrior of God, with a sword sharper than the razor of a titanium blade
For my spear was next to my heart
I awoke, next to some odd man, whom claimed he was my way
And I spoke outlloud " Jesus is the way, the only way"
Amen