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Long poem by J.W. Earnings | Details

We Against the World

I have this faith deep inside that my Father, my beloved Father, can mend my broken dreams
There's a purpose for us being on Earth
It serves us well to be good examples for the future Kingdom
We will be fulfilled with merriness and mirth 
It's our responsibility to pray for that peaceful kingdom to come!

Pre-chorus: I don't want you to consider me as the one that got away
I lost all hopes and trying to help this heart that beats so much and it's led astray 
Messaging friends all night long 
Till my eyes begin to swelter and grow so fatigued... Until everything is a blur
Feeling so right for doing something that's so wrong
I throw my hands up in the air without any care whatsoever
I'm going downhill 
Don't be a downdrag 
Uplift me if you will
You threw me out like a filthy rag 
Life is a game of never-ending tag 

Chorus: Dancing like whatever, not caring about the crowd and their judgmental views in life
You ruined my self-esteem, but baby you're still on my team...we're on each other's team
For it's we against the world it's we against the world it's me against the world
We need to learn to forget and forgive the past and move forward to a bright future without a trace of strife
For it's we against the world it's we against the world for it's me against the world
You won't push me down because I will rise up again...I will be your perfect storm that is shining agleam 
For it's me against the world 
it's not we against the world...
it's me against the world

Verse 4: There's nothing to be afraid of...my captivity-bound dove
For the fear in our hearts will disappear
Doubts were already planted their seeds in my head because I lost the one I love
Come on and move forward, be not afraid or in fear, dear
Maybe someday, we'll be shining a light on the people in darkness
Maybe someday, we'll show them the way of true happiness
Hopefully someday, we'll teach others the Way of Life, not death
Hopefully sooner than later, we'll expose His wisdom and understanding to all living creatures and mankind who draws breath 

Pre-chorus: I don't want you to consider me as the one that got away
I lost all hopes and trying to help this heart that beats so much and it's led astray 
Messaging friends all night long 
Till my eyes begin to swelter and grow so fatigued... Until everything is a blur
Feeling so right for doing something that's so wrong
I throw my hands up in the air without any care whatsoever
I'm going downhill 
Don't be a downdrag 
Uplift me if you will
You threw me out like a filthy rag 
Life is a game of never-ending tag 

Chorus: Dancing like whatever, not caring about the crowd and their judgmental views in life
You ruined my self-esteem, but baby you're still on my team...we're on each other's team
For it's we against the world it's we against the world it's me against the world
We need to learn to forget and forgive the past and move forward to a bright future without a trace of strife
For it's we against the world it's we against the world for it's me against the world
You won't push me down because I will rise up again...I will be your perfect storm that is shining agleam 
For it's me against the world 
it's not we against the world...
it's me against the world

Verse 5: You wear the dress of distress, but I want to strip that drenched fabric off your body
When you wake up in the morning, I'll be smiling upon you with hopes that'll make you happy
I'll make you that somebody you've always wanted to be
And that somebody is a successful individual with a heart that longs to be free
Just stay loyal care dreams and let your passions flow
Don't let your insecurities get in the way of your effulgent glow 
Allow the auras of His character shower upon you, you know
Bathe in the waters of warm-heartening renewal...cleanse yourself from the human nature of painstaking woe 

Pre-chorus: I don't want you to consider me as the one that got away
I lost all hopes and trying to help this heart that beats so much and it's led astray 
Messaging friends all night long 
Till my eyes begin to swelter and grow so fatigued... Until everything is a blur
Feeling so right for doing something that's so wrong
I throw my hands up in the air without any care whatsoever
I'm going downhill 
Don't be a downdrag 
Uplift me if you will
You threw me out like a filthy rag 
Life is a game of never-ending tag 

Chorus: Dancing like whatever, not caring about the crowd and their judgmental views in life
You ruined my self-esteem, but baby you're still on my team...we're on each other's team
For it's we against the world it's we against the world it's me against the world
We need to learn to forget and forgive the past and move forward to a bright future without a trace of strife
For it's we against the world it's we against the world for it's me against the world
You won't push me down because I will rise up again...I will be your perfect storm that is shining agleam 
For it's me against the world 
it's not we against the world...
it's me against the world
It's me against the world's way of life
It's me, guiding the world into a life without strife
Because sin, in the long run, kills like a jagged knife 
I'm for God's peace, not the way the world defines it..and I admit it, I've been in the wrong from the start and I'm not proud of it
It's me against the world, playing a role as a pilgrim that roams around it - this one hectic, cruel and darksome pit 
I felt the urge to throw a childish fit a bit,
But patience and self-control must take a toll on me as He sees fit 

Bridge: I'll be your flashlight when you're in the tunnel of tribulation, reducing you to utter frustration
You don't have to say anything; I know how it feels to be speechless, but you just got to build up the energy to kindle your glow
Never lose touch of what motivated you to run the extra mile, let your heart beat with anticipation
When you let go, I'll catch you and when you hold on , I'll embrace you 
Sticks and stones may break our bones, but our love is a strong as wood glue 
I know will grow numb 
Due to the strengths that fails us but we were made out of titanium
When you drift away like Driftwood in the river of reckless waves
I will be the wind that will carry you to your abode
I will put each naked of thought in the proper graves

It's me against the world 
It's you against the world 
It's we against the world 
It's He against the world
Have mercy on our souls
Anxiety bangs at our skulls
We are made wise, no longer fools 
Satan will be cast in the pit for a thousand years and He will not be able to use His sly, wicked tools
Dona nobis pachem 
Oh thy Kingdom come, thy Kingdom come!
Come and teach 'em
Your extraordinary, everlasting wisdom

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J.W. Earnings | Details

Village in the Valley

Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You are a friend 
Till the end
Bite the bullet
You're the village in the valley
Ignite the regret 
I'm the flag on the mountain that rolled into a dark alley

Talking xo
Thinking ox
Dreaming xo
Sinking ox
Walking xo

Zleep with me, make love to villainous Heros like me, you see?
Excrete your exclamation points on me -
In other words, yell at me all you want
Your words, like castles in a nightmare, haunt and taunt
I felt the gravity 69 times harder this time 
I felt the gravity negative 37...I'm commuting a rhyme rhyme

Screwed up inspiration the moment someone calls me...putting up with mental and emotional silent fights
Scatterbrained the moment you tainted me with your poisonous venom of wrongs and rights...

I can hold my breath under above
I can hold on to death even when I live...reviving my will to live
Number 1 thing in mind - your love
I can be bold when I want to...for if myself to give,
Not take...
Human instincts has my life at stake
I ain't fake
Take away the phantoms of the nightfall...
Break away the fall leaves of the crumbled reminders of my free-fall 
Just a little busy with myself

Feeling myself
Feeling yourself 
Took so much BS
I'm such a fail success 

Razor blades in your eyes
Needle your way through me
Tattooing your love loath oaths on truth lies in our lives of highs
Fiddle with my strings, baby

Tear away the cheater in me
Steer away from the waters of wistful desires and errors
Acting like no one cares hehe
Munching on the chips of my despair...my secret admirers 

Troublesome liar...
Put out the fire
In me heart, oh lovely life cart
Take heart or I'll shatter apart

Shrugging away the words I speak
Peace be with you, cheating death 
Reap what you sow and patch up the leak
That let go of all of the Liquid of Lament in our busy lazy lives...take a breath
Into me
Into me...
Inhale destiny
Exhale reality 
Beat life into me 
No where to flee
We are Queen and King 
Of our despondent tragedies
Give me a Middle finger ring
Because I messed it up...our temporary, blissful relationship full of happiness and miseries

Back in time my mind turns to
Up late again, sick of being apart of this corrupted crew
Stone-hard love is what you gave me...baby, don't leave me to be with me...alown with my ghosts to a certain degree
In return, I gave you black roses, splattered with my blood, my plea of free me...I'm so worthless and dainty 

I acted like a bitch, I'm sorry
Fix me, I'm a backwards clock
Change my future to beat the failures of the past...that would make me dance in glee
Run the distance and be my rock

Classical music plays in my mind
Like a pingpong match all along
Pop and rock music made me blind
But, I love the ignorance...not fully understanding right and wrong 
Listen to song in my heart
Listen to poetry I had in mind
Listen plea-please
Heal my-my disease 

Lost the grip of the hope rope 
I won't say my yes or nope
To your danger-of-peril questions 
Sick of your senseless decisions
Cope with me, the reckless slut and slave of sin
Rape me with your gruesome passion...from deep within

Snarky remarks I love, but secretly hate...what is my ultimate fate? How low or high is my emotional rate? Great...
Snobby looks I undoubtably despise
Arrogance and humility are opposites that attract like fish to bate
Lately, I was looking up to the wise at least in my weary, naive eyes

Mate, look into my mirror
You'll see beauty you haven't seen yet inside and outside of you
Disdainful rain made it a blur
Sorry, sir...you don't know me and my true colors I bet! Hah, where have you been?

What doesn't harm you 
Makes you last longer
What doesn't kill you
Makes you live stronger 

Moving on...before the break of dawn, dusk departs from me from now on and on and on 
Broken be, but God is a miracle-carver, rolling in my inner veins~~
A mender from the start to the finish line, hope is gone and seeking His ever-accepting son
I haven't been to Harvard University, but it doesn't necessarily mean that I don't have brains (€@})

It's too late to change 
That's what I thought at first
Why doubt? It's time to rearrange
Beat this race of disgrace before we are assumed as the worst
Who cares what they say
This is our victory day
Hush those haters and make us look greater than good
It's all Good here, no room for fear, but of devouring faith food
Off the ground
Wings turn to ashes
I can fly without physical powers without a sound
Pockets full of cashes 

Villagers vocalize their shouts and praise...we are making their days like roses that sprout in the month of May - that's bae and my heart goes cray-cray these days 
Headed our direction in a single sugarcoated phrase
I'm going through a phase of confident modesty 
You're going through a stage that I'm not on yet... We're on another page in sheer honesty

Shake off the stress
Shower me with alone belong
Make me feel progress
Write me a heartfelt song...dingdong someone's home - a haven you called friend all along 

You're a flashlight
In the night
You are a friend 
Till the end
Bite the bullet
You're the village in the valley
Ignite the regret 
I'm the flag on the mountain that rolled into a dark alley

Young and free
That's what it's meant to be
Flee from me, anxiety
Embrace me, be happy 
Stay, don't stray
I heard you flew with another bird
Hey, don't go away
I loved you, speaking lullabic poetry for you in every single way
I pray you return the favor
Sprinkle salt and pepper 
Upon my distasteful flavor
You're a keeper, my beloved lemon pepper...I wanna hear your luv purrrr and your whispering murmur
In my keen, hu-hungry ears...
Longing to hear those words
For a couple of marvel years...
I apologize for the insults I threw at yah a while back...I heard they were absurd, but it came out as rapid as once-caged-freed-birds

Beautiful you, morning dew
Hideous me, cow's hilarious moo
We were meant to be, booboo
Shoo, hate, shoo...you too...

I'm the village in the valley
You're the flag on the mountain 
You are Frankenstein in a dark, lonesome alley
And I'm the man who's weeping a fountain
For a secure foundation 
For our relevant relationship 
For the sake of your satisfaction 
Take a dip into my waters of wistfulness and get a grip 
We were once a wretched ship, sinking fast 
Now we are one with our friendship, growing vast 
Forget and forgive the future, present and past 

Let's make sure this adequate time spent together will never last 
As long as I am your valley 
And you, my mountainous alley 

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J.W. Earnings | Details

Above Under

Verse 1: We held hands and I fell under your spell...you are the hell from above
My heart has turned to ashes, but I rose again like a Phoenix because of you and I's love
I bled out regret because I disappointed you...I fed the fire of desireless shame 
I was once the shade of red, but now I'm the hue of blue...life is one long monopoly game 

Pre-chorus: You whispered lullabies in my keen ears
When I was drowning in my tears,
You lifted me up above the ground where I knelt down, gravity-bound and doing nothing much 
My prayer was answered the moment you found me and kissed me - oh how I missed your touch

Chorus: I'm here to stay...above under night after night and day after day
To my dismay, the clouds are dreary and gray as can be today 
You're here to prey...
Upon my helpless soul, Sensitive to your eyes, burning like black coal
Yeah, you're a predator that hunts me down 
I'll keep smiling the pain away and wearing my upside down frown crown 
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Yeah...you try to break me and tear my walls down...I'll be strong as a warrior, no fear in my eyes will be shown
Yeah...you try to chase away my positivity, but darling, I'm getting outta your torture town

Verse 2: Bummed out and depressed because of my lonesome state
My bipolar disorder is something I love and hate 
Don't I feel great...helplessly giving in to numbness
I feel like complaining like that stranger that walked by...in mighty distress 

Pre-chorus: You whispered lullabies in my keen ears
When I was drowning in my tears,
You lifted me up above the ground where I knelt down, gravity-bound and doing nothing much 
My prayer was answered the moment you found me and kissed me - oh how I missed your touch

Chorus: I'm here to stay...above under night after night and day after day
To my dismay, the clouds are dreary and gray as can be today 
You're here to prey...
Upon my helpless soul, Sensitive to your eyes, burning like black coal
Yeah, you're a predator that hunts me down 
I'll keep smiling the pain away and wearing my upside down frown crown 
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Yeah...you try to break me and tear my walls down...I'll be strong as a warrior, no fear in my eyes will be shown
Yeah...you try to chase away my positivity, but darling, I'm getting outta your torture town

Verse 3: I'm so worthless in this situation
I can't...break free from this frustration 
I'm getting over you...going above under just to get through the dismay of yesterday 
I'm living a life without you and living a lie, sugar-coated by our endless fantasies - the truth fades away 

Pre-chorus: You whispered lullabies in my keen ears
When I was drowning in my tears,
You lifted me up above the ground where I knelt down, gravity-bound and doing nothing much 
My prayer was answered the moment you found me and kissed me - oh how I missed your touch

Chorus: I'm here to stay...above under night after night and day after day
To my dismay, the clouds are dreary and gray as can be today 
You're here to prey...
Upon my helpless soul, Sensitive to your eyes, burning like black coal
Yeah, you're a predator that hunts me down 
I'll keep smiling the pain away and wearing my upside down frown crown 
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Yeah...you try to break me and tear my walls down...I'll be strong as a warrior, no fear in my eyes will be shown
Yeah...you try to chase away my positivity, but darling, I'm getting outta your torture town 

Verse 4: I've grown accustomed to you and I got tricked by your devious ways
My feet our growing numb by walking on thin ice these days
I hop scotch around the place, trying to keep pace with my heart's rhythm and beat
I stop myself from running into troubles and you carry me above my feet

Pre-chorus: You whispered lullabies in my keen ears
When I was drowning in my tears,
You lifted me up above the ground where I knelt down, gravity-bound and doing nothing much 
My prayer was answered the moment you found me and kissed me - oh how I missed your touch

Chorus: I'm here to stay...above under night after night and day after day
To my dismay, the clouds are dreary and gray as can be today 
You're here to prey...
Upon my helpless soul, Sensitive to your eyes, burning like black coal
Yeah, you're a predator that hunts me down 
I'll keep smiling the pain away and wearing my upside down frown crown 
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Yeah...you try to break me and tear my walls down...I'll be strong as a warrior, no fear in my eyes will be shown
Yeah...you try to chase away my positivity, but darling, I'm getting outta your torture town

Verse 6: But I'm below the universe above me 
Why don't you show me how to be truly free
You told me not to roam too far away, but I was heading towards my abode
You made me outta silver, diamond and gold...I was your personal favorite ode

Pre-chorus: You whispered lullabies in my keen ears
When I was drowning in my tears,
You lifted me up above the ground where I knelt down, gravity-bound and doing nothing much 
My prayer was answered the moment you found me and kissed me - oh how I missed your touch

Chorus: I'm here to stay...above under night after night and day after day
To my dismay, the clouds are dreary and gray as can be today 
You're here to prey...
Upon my helpless soul, Sensitive to your eyes, burning like black coal
Yeah, you're a predator that hunts me down 
I'll keep smiling the pain away and wearing my upside down frown crown 
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Ooooh ooooh mmmm
Yeah...you try to break me and tear my walls down...I'll be strong as a warrior, no fear in my eyes will be shown
Yeah...you try to chase away my positivity, but darling, I'm getting outta your torture town

Bridge: I convinced myself that you were my one-of-a-kind paradise road
You were my gorgeous Rapunzel, but now you're a hideous toad 
I regret carrying all of your load on my shoulders and back
You lied to me by telling me my life with you is on track 
To happiness beyond reason and logic 
I gave you pleasure beyond measure 
Your divine love was my marvelous magic 
Now, I'm left on my own to find my heart's cure
Above the heavens, the Angels are echoing their hymns of hope and praise 
Under the hells, the Demons are calling for us with their insidious, sinister ways 
We're above under these sad, yet joyous days
We're above under the peaceful, yet chaotic moon-rays,
Disguised as sun-rays and it secretly preys
Upon our precious, delicate lives...our souls goes their separate ways
Oh how it strays
Now we look up to shadows, reflections 
We look down upon our infinite woes, rejections

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 29

Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he needed this newfound attention,
And as he waited I wondered how quickly
He sought to leap into my dreams
The nights I recalled of late were billowed in sick reservoirs of resentment,
Hatred, cruel agony and, as always,
Plot overlapping plot

Yet, there was, 
In every vagrant heart, a beat,
A thrumming of movement, 
A strum of bass, and a shrill of strings, stings, screams
Voices moaning in strange harmonic rhythms
It was very much alive—
A hell much exultant in the night’s hour
And as day broke, it seemed as if hell,
And all of its inhabitants therein, 
Mourned

The Prison of Plot silenced at my awakening,
And even the Devil ceased his mutterings to gaze at me
I lifted my body out of the pool of warm water, 
Studying his fixed gaze

“Why do you immerse yourself in such holy waters,” He began,
His voice gravelly and gruff,
“When you could easily, like I, 
Rise above it?”

I stepped onto the mucky shore, 
My eyes locked into his own
I stretched the exhaustion away,
Brushed aside the fear, the anxiety and the dry tears
And I listened to his heart—
A thumping, begrudging, trudging beat

“There is no existence warmer,” I sang,
“Than the co-existence of man and truth,
And in this truth, the Spirit resides,
Rising above foolish prides,
Boiling over lies,
Overflowing in grace
Leaving evil with nothing to trace,
And in these whispers,
Do I know my place,
And where it falls silent,
Do I see your face…”

For a heavy moment he only stared,
Then he tore his eyes from me,
His expression, crude, impoverished 
He leaned against the walls,
His claws scratching the cracked stones
His palms pressed upon them tightly
He was stuck in some personal inferno,
And with ravenous reverie, he turned his head toward the pool
A thick envy pouring into his eyes 
He watched the flowing waters tickle the shores
He knew as much as any if he were to intrude,
Like oil, he would be merely an exclusion
Once again,
Wholly black against the mocking transparency,
And hence wholly separated
 
So instead he turned again and watched me, sourly,
As I cupped water into my hands, 
The moisture of its touch giving me life,
I splashed it upon my face, my eyes opening,
I took my time near the pool, 
Caring for my frame, caring for every part of me,
Remembering the peace that the light has given
Till, cleansed, my garments dried
In the still airs of what prison callously offered

“We seek not the destruction of your soul,
But the amplification of your passions,”
He spoke strongly, with rehearsed confidence
“I have plotted and plotted,
Not against you, but for you
There is no song I would sing,
If it did not reach your ears.
There is no better truth,
Than in your knowing tears
And if you were to release your fears,
Your cool resolve,
I wish you should feel no urge
To cleanse yourself before me
No more should you tolerate it,
To be hauled by your feet,
Forced to look up, with the others,
Merely sheep…
To face his light…and shun your own
With your hands and ankles knotted,
Compelled to crawl out of the night,
With your back towards me
 With your back towards me,
You keep your peace…” 

I felt pain in his unfinished words,
No longer knowing if it was his or my own 
I could see he wished to say more,
His claws retracting against the walls,
Mouth agitating, 
Readied and armored to speak,
Something wild bore into him,
Like a fire groping his insides,
Unable to scorch him fully
But agonizing him ever more…

He collected himself and sung to me softly,
“I am a stranger to you, again, I see,
As you force yourself no more to be with me,
Your dreams tell me more than your mouth could ever utter
Could you even bear yourself to look,
Into my eyes,
To see her within me,
She is what exists permanently in me,
Whom I devour willfully
Who has haunted you for years
You worshipped her, unknowingly,
You cared for me as she possessed you
You tethered and tore your garments for me
Exposing your deepest, grittiest hungers
And now you immerse yourself in that poison
Of truth, fallowing inside of you
All hallowed and holy—
NO!
So that your garments wreak of all that I hate of you!
Can you not bear to create once more? 
To think for your own once more?
Can you fathom such a life,
Free from the predictable firmaments 
Where you can burn alive and free,
Writhing in its newness…” 

His voice fell lower yet ever louder,
“Or have you come to me at last,
To lure me, as I should you?
Do you seek to be level to me then?
How confident, privileged you are, 
To be chosen, righteously willing,
To be the godly representation of the Millennium, 
The martyr maiden dancing with the wily Devil,
Producing light in my only living prides,
Swirling in the rages of my future destiny
Willing to serve and save a lowly demon,
And shame its Lord,
I shan’t be so senseless,
As to believe for one moment,
You have come for self-preservation
For a deeper view, an acumen of my ire
To learn from me,
So you may build your rock higher beside 
Christ who holds you so precious—
You come to caress me, then desert me,
As revenge, as retaliation 
You have come to show me love
Only to take it all away in one feminine swoop
You have come to scream,
To fight as your hopeless grandfather did—
To feel power again, 
To feel alive,
So that you can return from the ugly,
Into the embrace of light,
And somehow, you think, 
With all of your new insight,
That it may shine for you then more bright…”
  
As he sang more and more heavily and hatefully, 
I moved ever toward him,
Wrath coming over me,
I felt it as he smiled inwardly, pausing for me to strike 
Breathlessly awaiting the sting of my blow
Till all that separated us was our very selves,
I inhaled our dissension

“Of all the beats,
Of all the moans, and screeches and screams,
Your heart and all its constituents,  
Sing best to me…
And of all my desires,
Of all I wish to prove to Him,
Your need impedes me
Your fire falters me
But as you cannot take the power of God,
You cannot make me strike you
You cannot make me your instrument
You can play me, 
You can speak to me
But, above all, you cannot be me
So let me show you my purpose, Serpent
Let me give you the truth I know, Dragon
Let me give you your heart back, Prince…
Let me show you who I am, Devil.” 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by J.W. Earnings | Details

Liquor of Lament: My Glass is Half Full

Verse 6: I've given up love countless times 
I needed to pay up for my heartbroken crimes
I already repented for my sins that made my high hopes paper-thin
Don't you feel that envy from deep within? 
Searching around, wondering where you've been  
Wander with me in the forest of faith and hear me out if you are all ears
Trying our best to pass the test that we detest 
Innocence clothed us before we lost it all through smiles and tears
Years later, we're still together, even when we rest...even though I act like a pest...
I'm impressed that you dealt with me so easily
I'm a smarter hard worker ever since you set me free
I'm a survivor 
I'm so much wiser
I'm a giver, not a taker 
I'm not a heartbreaker or a forsaker  
I'm a creator of healing grace unlike any other, so much joyful fruit to gather
Positive auras is what I get from the wisdom of our mighty Father

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Verse 7: I'm only human, so I'll be making my mistakes
I'm a lonely man, so I'll be praying for chances to belong 
I'm only human, so I'll be drinking the liquor of lament 
I'm a dog without an owner, so I'm writing this sad, yet from-the-heart song 
All my life, I've sharpened the knife of Shame
Shadows consume me and reflections haunt me...my past is a hideous name
My high spirits can't be tamed...I'm not the one to blame...
You came to me, you came to me and gave me wings to break free
In the darkness of my oblivion to illuminate me...
Never exiting this ecstasy next to sea

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Verse 8: Closing my eyes for the remedy of rest I've yearned for
Posing like a model next to a camera...snap pictures and explore
You are my drug of delight and I want you more and more 
You picked me off of the filthy floor 
I lay in clouds of regretless love that I covet
I can't get enough of it...so glad we met 
You made me wet with pleasures so swell 
Our kisses and hugs ring a bell...you were a friend that treated me so well
You're my heaven and I'm your hell...you forgave me for being selfish I can tell 
Never should've drank that liquor of lament 
That liquor, liquor, liquor of lament...not broken, just bent 

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Verse 9: I made that mistake that I can't undo...
Now I'm left to repent for the wrong I didn't mean to do 
I didn't mean to do
I'll blame it on my luv floo
You made me love you too
How could you?
I said hello to you; but in return, I get a goodbye of rue 
I aimed for the stars, but instead, I hit the moon
Take your time as you and I sing a most familiar tune
We are young in heart still...
Don't you act like a deadly pill...
Stop pulling my heart strings
Your rage is like a bee that stings 
I engage in the sensuality of my soul 
You're my lightingale and my clever tool 
You're the bleak poison that makes me weak
I'm avoiding another glass of fake gladness...I want to be sober and meek 
So, don't speak...
I don't want to hear your prideful greediness
I don't want to hear your madness, your sadness, your lack of progress 
Take all of me if I'm the boy you want 
Take all of me if I'm the boy you need
Take all of me
Take all of me
Before time runs out
Before hope turns to doubt 

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Verse 10: Life is card game
Strife won't leave me be 
My wild child heart needs to be tame
Oh I see, you don't love me
Our sex wasn't enough 
I didn't give it to you rough
I tried to act smart and tough
But I'm dealing with some difficult stuff
Take a bite into me
I'm the good apple that's pleasant for the eyes to see
Lick me up and down
I'm the tattoo mark on your skin, 
I'm your lover, your beloved kin...that covers up your sin
I'm the bandaid on your bullet wound of glory
I'm the tourniquet to your broken leg of inability 
You're the seed that planted itself in me 
You're the greed that took away my humble me, you see?

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Verse 11: Be considerate and keen for once in your life
Why do your harsh words cut like a jagged knife?
Oh no, I can't hold on to this anger, boiling in my blood 
Oh no, your paradise was spent on someone better than me...what's up with that, bud? 
Pin me down with your heavy load of appealing pleasure beyond measure
No kidding, you are the best compared to the rest that's for sure 
My heads under the surface of hopelessness Your head is in the clouds of solace
What's wrong with that picture?
You don't appreciate the hardships that I endure 
Your loyalty and patience is what I need
Your adoration is beyond sensation...I'm your top-notch weed 

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Verse 12: Your magical touch is too much to bear...you're the golden armor I wear
You're the surreal song on the radio - turn it up a hair
Everyone stops and stares at us as we run up the stairs 
You are my dream of reality that I dreamt of During nostalgic nights without you by my side 
You are the white dove of peace and pure love 
Abide by my side, my darling devil...where do you hide? 
Please don't hide...
Take me on a bumpy ride 

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Bridge: I'm the valley and you're the mountain
You're the flourishing flowers and I'm the fretful fountain 
You're my muse that rings in my head so true...you're the happy blues 
You're my black and white checkered rose in the field of gracious good news 
The world of woe seems to beat me down 
With mood swings and tragedy that burns on...
I'm a clown, wearing a frown 
I'm the dusk before nightfall and you're the dazzling dawn
I make out with my mesmerizing sunrise right before my eyes,
Right before my eyes, yeah
Reminds me of you on your happy-go-lucky days
I'm sorry that we went our separate ways...oh, our own separate ways 
Now, I'm gulping up liquor of lament 
Liquor, liquor, liquor of lament
A guilt that overflows 
Clearly, my shame shows
The wicked wind surely blows
When you and I express our highs and lows
Ooooh ooooh ooooh...
Ooooh ooooh ooooh...
Our highs and lows
Ooooooh...ooooh...ooh...

(Spoken) You walked out that door
You left me with the one you adore 
You pity yourself, but I ain't buying your product of insecurity
You belittle me with your rebellious spirit of nothing close to empathy 
You're a rebel and a liar 
I'm the hero and a warrior
Don't put a label on me 
Because I will burst in flames of anger and hostility 
I resent the person I've become 
Now, I'm feeling empty and numb 
Catch me as I fall and make me feel whole as well
Attach me to your passionate heart of titanium...can't help but be under your spell

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Donal Mahoney | Details

Patsy Foley Was Roly-Poly in 1947

It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli."

At first, no one could remember who started the chant. Patsy, a sweet and ample child, was in the third grade. As happenstance would have it, I was in that same third grade, infamous already as the only boy wearing spectacles in our class. After I got the glasses, I had three schoolyard fights in three days to prove to Larry Moore, Billy Gallagher and Fred Ham that I hadn't changed a bit. You would think I would have forgotten their names by now. Not a chance. I didn't like being messed with in third grade. 

Since the chant would often begin and gather volume during recess, the nuns who ran the school eventually heard it and did their best to put a stop to it. This was a time when nuns, God bless them, were empowered by parents to swat the butts of little miscreants if any of them interrupted the educational process. Despite their voluminous habits, the nuns were adept at administering discipline, let me tell you, as my butt, on more than one occasion, could attest. 

Now, 65 years later, when the chant pops into my mind, I begin to wonder what prompted me to say it. Early on, I certainly loved to hear the sound of words bouncing off each other--as if words were pool balls scattered by a cue. Later on I would use words to earn a living. They were the only tools I was any good with.

As I remember it now, the chant started one day after a school practice in church involving Gregorian chant. Some of the other kids later alleged that they had heard me, of all people, on the way back to class, chanting "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli." 

I probably had some idea of the problem my chant might cause. But I loved the sound of it too much to stop. 

If Dick Clark had been on American Bandstand back in 1947, he might have said the chant had "a nice beat" to it, but kids weren't dancing much in 1947. World War II had just ended and school was a serious matter. Even kids who didn't like books usually tried their best. 

Since I was only in third grade, one might think that I might have had some emotional or mental problem that caused me to chant that phrase over and over. That could be. If a child did something like that today, he or she might be examined for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). Maybe I had something like that. But in my mind the reason I chanted about Patsy Foley is that I liked the sound. It didn't hurt that my father was always saying things at home that had a bit of a turn to them. I remember how I used to enjoy the cadence of what he said and repeating it when he wasn't around. He used words differently than other fathers in the neighborhood and he delivered them in a melodic Irish brogue.

My mother, who was bereft of verbal rhythm, would sometimes ask my father a serious question when he was fresh home from a hard day's work, climbing alley poles as an electrician. Usually her question would pertain to some family matter that she had been fretting about all day. And my father, sitting on a chair in our little kitchen while stripping off his gear, might say in response, "And what would Mary Supple say to that?" 

It's a shame that over the years my mother, sister and I never found out who Mary Supple was because her name was frequently invoked. Nor did we ever find out who John Godley was, either, even though my father would sometimes substitute John Godley for Mary Supple in that same response. He never said these things in anger, although he did have a terrific temper. He could erupt at any time and you didn't want to get in the way of the lava. 

At other times, when my father was asked a question by my mother at an inconvenient time, he might look her in the eye and say, "Ten thousand Swedes ran through the weeds chased by one Norwegian," a line that did not originate with him but was one that he repeated with a special flair. The words certainly sounded good to me, whatever they meant. We didn't know any Swedes or Norwegians and had no idea if there might be some conflict going on between them. True, World War II had just ended but we didn't think the Swedes and Norwegians had been actively involved. 

Sometimes my mother on a Sunday morning would ask my father if he was going to get dressed for church. He might have been taking a sip of his fifth cup of tea at the time. He wouldn't get angry but he sometimes would lean back and sonorously intone one of the many Burma Shave billboard slogans that dotted highways in that era: "Whiskers tough old Adam had 'em. Does your husband have whiskers like Adam, Madam?" I liked the sound of that slogan as well. Today, it still pops into my mind during arid moments. And as my wife will attest, she has heard it frequently over the years. 

I think it's pretty easy to see, then, why I, as a third-grader, instead of concentrating on multiplication and division, preferred to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli." I am glad, however, that the nuns took it upon themselves to discipline me and did not call my parents instead. After all, my father was paying tuition to send me to that fine school to get a good education. He did not send me there to engage in tom-foolery, a pursuit that he, of course, would have known nothing about even if his legacy among relatives said otherwise. 

Besides, in my mind, no nun, no matter how mountainous she may have been, was a match for my father. He had been a boxer after he had emigrated to America from Ireland, a relocation occasioned by the British army after they had imprisoned him as a young man for activities in the Irish Republican Army. My mother said he loved boxing and had won eight straight matches before "some big black guy" broke his nose. After that, he never boxed again, she said, because he "didn't want to lose his good looks." He was a handsome man indeed, despite a nose that looked as though at any moment it might call geese to fly lower.

Years later, some neighbor ladies at a block party made some nice comments to my mother about my father's appearance. When she came home, she told my sister what they had said and forewarned her that "handsome is as handsome does." In many ways, that's quite true, even though that line didn't originate with my mother. Come to think of it, though, I like the sound of that line as well and might have chanted it more than once had I heard it in third grade.


Donal Mahoney

Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by J.W. Earnings | Details

Below the Horizon - Shallow Shame

Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless and homosexual people were on the news not to long ago...I weep in anguish... 
I'm tattered and torn in long-term grief because why is society so heartless and selfish?

You fill in the gaps
Unwrap the poetic raps
Of my sold-my-soul-to-the-angel-of-light words 

I suppose I was born a maniac fool, a mindless talker - sucks to be me right now...don't be an intimidating mocker 
I guess I wasn't meant to be a deep thinker...more like a Walking Dead walker 
A sorrowful sinker...brilliantly lame and I can't be tame
A shallow thinker...that's a mighty shame that you play me like a game

Intimate family surrounds me
Immediately, I feel comfort in vain 
Make up the loss of your motivation
A brainwashed worker, getting paid minimum wage...reduced to happy, mishap-made frustration 

Glide into me...glee without ends 
Pilgrim inside the ship of my friends 
Happily ever ending never happened in the first place
The end is the beginning of trouble before my face...
I guess I was a disgrace...
An expired grace without a trace 
Under the surface of impatient waiting
Below the horizon of senseless debating

I hate it when people brag
I hate it when he rubs all his successes in my face 
I'm a wet, useless rag and I'm a computer that lags...I'm a worthless paper bag, left in the kitchen for what seems like decades of no-use times...life is a game of tag
I feel like you bred me with disgrace - you're the wild hog on your motorcycle...you zoomed off and I'm trying to keep pace with my heart beats...our love relationship was, all along, a competitive race

Swallow your pride
I'm going through a bipolar ride
Darkness swallows me like a dark tide
Step inside of the devil in my eyes...there, you'll find I wasn't the angel you laid eyes on...there's no where to hide the monster inside that's attacking what's in the outside...
Of...
Me...

Shame embraced me...you were a lost opportunity and a priceless possibility 
Where's the will to soar to pleasant lands?
Name of fame wasn't meant for me possibly...unfortunately...
Where do I land? In isolated islands? 

Is there a cure for loneliness?
Am I cute when I feel acute  misgivings? Why am I as enraged as Hulk? 
Why is you and I this miserable mess?
I'm angry because you rejected my helping hand...I'm depressed, but I wear the mask of mere cheer...I smile because I'm slightly happy...I'm glad I'm not in your shoes of sulk...

Too many times I bled out regret for you 
The hideous beautiful - you'll see it dimming anew
Rape me with rue and plant your seed in my mind's eye
Don't saturate me with your hatred and dread...feeding off of the debris of my loveless flu 

Woke up with a headache
I am caked with the sand of your lament lake 
Circle around me, shadows of the sun
Native American blood was shed here...the arrow of ancient time pierced me in the heart - so, put down your gun

I bit the bullet...you bite the bullet...have you met your end, debt? 
My joy jets fly on by below the horizon 
A good day to live and let die all of the sorrow and regret 
You don't see me cry above under you like the dusk dawn 

Bring me to heaven
Sad Raven, why so dark blue? 
Below the horizon
Sink in my words above your skin surface...find my other shoe...

Don't walk away
I'm a rain, transforming into a sunny day
I'm afraid everyday 
I sit down and obey

Masterbating to the fact that you have hurt me emotionally and sexually 
You fed me inner illumination and diseased me mentally...
Now, you're running away from the reality in disguise of a fantasy 
I'm suffering, you cannibal that eats up human happiness to the highest degree

I want freedom to get out of the chains of captivity 

Hell breaks loose in your hoarse voice
It's a bad day in California I'm afraid...we are different shade, so watch our relationship cascade 
Lately, my spirits were gliding in the prairies of your long-lost dreams, leaving you no room to rejoice
Rock and roll to my beat - you need an upgrade 

You dropped me off to school
You left me with jaded love
You took me as a fool
You are below the horizon, dove... 
You aren't a seagull...
All you say is bull! 
It's all said and done
I get it - I lost and you won

You and I aren't over,
So don't think I'll break it off with you
I am the flower and you, the clover
We work together as a team to higher our self-esteem to avoid feeling blue 

Strive to arrive on time in my classroom of tests and tribulations 
I will give you a complete guide to my heart's desire - Genesises to Revelations 
Suave sensations move me as my soul-at-ease heart pounds in my chest of I've-tried-my-best...
Say no more...holding my tongue of fire before it devours further - I was wired a weird way, so don't ruin my day...you friend and foe - or can I say pest?

What are you thinking about? 
Are you a screaming doubt and a child's pout?
I hear the downpour of your boohoo distress
I ignore it rebelliously with my teenage eustress 

Make love to the loveless
Feed the wealthy in heart 
Witnessed your mistakes that made you this miserable mess
I know why you're tearing apart

Puke out the bones of leave-me-alone's
Give me faith and do it again...do it again...you're my possession and my obsession 
I can't disobey you this time...I'll stay loyal to you...my troll fairy, my darling devil dearie 
Excuse me!? Don't say a word to me about your passions, a compare and contrast theory 

Judge me not, though I'm an absurd human being, alone in my herd
I dare you to tell me the truth about your past life - I won't spread it ear to ear (I won't spread rumors in other words) 
God is my shepherd and my voice will be heard...my words are of quality, not turd
I'll keep a secret as long as you tell me everything that's in your diary of personal stuff...have no fear, for God is here...God's Kingdom is near, my wandering-deer dear 

Naturally, living in fear and peace put together...I'm not feeling all the good, but doing somewhat better
Yet, God's spirit dives into me like a feather, caught in the breeze of a spiraling  weather 

Beaten...Betrayed...
Led astray...giving in to the abominations of my lustful life...a sick sin
Opinions swayed...
By facts, gone array and gone away by the wind of crooked doctrine

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details

Honey Bee Flying Around In Winter

I have been reluctant to pen this verse 
Because I don't understand what it was all about
I have been reluctant to pen this verse
Because I don't want anyone to  get hurt
Morning comes and evening goes
And everyone is looking for an easy way to end the show
But the icing will not go on the half baked cake  
Unless the details are sound practical and clear
Year after year it has been the same
Using innocent lives for political gains
What happen to the humanity 
Your self-absorb and heartless plans have ruined your dignity
I have been reluctant to pen this verse
Because the message came from mother earth
They are scattered everywhere so you better beware
Yesterday I sat in streets watching the sun shining brightly from the East
spreading its beam all over the land exposing  perpetrators 
and harnessing the dictators
It burns through the  promiscuous  sky
waving its hands as it passes by 
sitting on top of  the tower waiting for that appointed hour
It searches out the evil hearts that is dividing and pulling everyone apart
It shines with dignity while listening to the dishonesty 
I sat in the rich man's parking lot waiting on I don't know what
I was waiting on something very important to end the ruthless confusion
I sat patiently on the concrete edge waiting
Not even Vladimir and Estragon had that patience 
Godot didn't show up in the rich man's parking lot
But Godot did appear in the form of a cat.
I kept staring at the  blatant sun penetrating the cold 
and spreading its furious flames around
I don't know why I went there 
everything was cold and bare
Business had come to a stand still and there was no life or energy within
But as I showed up at that place morning came alive
and passion starts  running high
I warmed my cold feet and listened tentatively to my heart beat
All of of a sudden the parking lot start filling up
Dirty cars that has not been washed since the beginning of winter
was parked all over
They all look like the usual cars strolling up and down the street
Blocking traffic  and crowding the neighborhood street
and harassing  peaceful foreigners walking along the street
Suddenly  businesses comes alive  and start selling pudding and pies
Even the Russian was out parading in  his military hat and gown
I wonder what this guy was thinking by adorning  himself in a Russian coat
The music shops were getting customers they have suffered all winter
America is a global pretense  
which is why she has lost most of her closest friends
She has people lined up for every occasion and for every difficult situation
Life and death resides on the tip of her tongue
this dissimulation  will not last long
I sat there patiently watching the  stubborn morning unfolding
Fake shoppers  filling up the parking lots
Spending money that they have not got
This seems to be a normal pattern 
When America is trying to make an impression
This is downright deception that has infiltrate the mother land
I sat on the concrete edge waiting; waiting  patiently for something 
Warming up my hands and feet and praying for the journey to complete
Suddenly a dirty jeep came speeding down the parking lot
and a white man emerged  from inside coughing and spitting on my side 
He knew that I was sitting there but he just did not care
But something in my Spirit cried out no! 
It's perhaps the best way to end the miserable show
He grabbed a little boy from the back of the jeep
and  head straight into the cafe
If he was in Singapore he would be fined for how much I don't know
for coughing and spitting at strangers in the street
I did not let it bother me at first I felt offended
But like everything else I allow  my Spirit to sucks it in
Everything seems to be coordinated; it was unnatural and fabricated
Who is behind the mascaraed it must have been someone in high authority
Everyone is familiar with this same old dirty game.
Everywhere you go the pattern is the same
There was one man  walking from store to store
wearing an orange shirt  and wielding a little child about
His rhythm was abnormal and he too was playing games
It  is a shame that they use children in these dangerous games
I kept my eyes on the sun while waiting on the gun
Suddenly a woman crossed my path wearing a fancy leopard coat
she crosses directly in front of me and went to another shop
I  sat there waiting, waiting on what I don't know
Then another woman  wearing a blue tea-shirt tucked inside her over coat
she greeted me with a smile as she passed by
She went her way and drove quietly away
I still sat their waiting,waiting on I don't know what
The woman in the leopard coat crossed my path a second time
causing me to raise an alarm
I wish I knew what it was all about
Who are these people flirting upon and down the town
Everywhere I go I see them on the bus on the trains
In the perking lots and around the bend
They even use mentally derange men and women
to antagonize and harass people in the street
What is it they are hoping to achieve?
Just as I thought about it
A honey bee came out of nowhere and land on my left shoulder
It crawled up and down my coat then flew to the ground
I looked for it but I could not find it
The message had arrive and land on me in plain sight
I went back to the my truck and a white man rushed out of a white car
Asking me a silly question if I saw who ran in the back of his car
Immediately I knew that he was one of the county harasser
I politely answered no and went in my truck
I came out of the truck and left the door open
and went back to where I was sitting
I stood there for a while then returned to the truck
There I found the bee buzzing around
I caught it in my cup and place a paper over it
But it burst out and flew  all around  my truck
I drove away with the  buzzing bee in the truck and returned to the house
When I open the door it flew away and disappeared in the air
Honey bee buzzing around in winter has
strong symbolic meaning in many cultures 
and can be traced to the Druid, Celtic, 
Greek and Roman culture
They say that honey bee  symbolizes money and  personal power
The power of the sun and the power of the Goddess
What ever it was its a good omen 
The bee brought a message of hope 
and perhaps that was the message I was waiting for
Honey bee flying around in Winter is somewhat peculiar

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Crow thepoet | Details

Emo Love

With this needle and thread I stitch the wounds Avril left
but with this blade I angrily carve a new
rough, short, jagged adjacent from the bone in my wrist
for a reflection of our relationship
and an outlet for the anger unable to release
Then another upon my neck where she used to sweetly kiss
fresh and clean, letting the blood fall slowly and peacefully
as I fall to chaos on the inside
Blue is the warmest color
the words sting more than the knife I hesitantly hang
above the vein I'm so desperate to cut
How can something so warm become so bitter, so brutal
I search the mirror for answers just to see her face instead
piercing me, mocking me; a bonfire to laugh at a candle
as she disappears in an array of fragments
falling to sleep by the lullaby of the earthquake 
resounding from my fist
Cradling my hand, tossing away the pain
I collapse under the weight of my destruction
a king of night slain by the queen of day
as music, my magician, attempts to revive me
installing hope while simultaneously shrouding me in defeat
How can cupid so small shoot an arrow so mighty
I curse the sky, it's betraying hue
as I pray for night, praying for mercy
falling asleep in the arms of sorrow protecting me...
Where am I
I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white, an illusion
my world is pitch black and I can't open my eyes
As I begin to panic, shaking the bars upon my heart
for it to beat once again 
As I begin to panic
beating upon the neurons while screaming, 'STIMULATE! '
As I begin to panic, kicking the glass in my iris to bring forth color
a vibrant world in contrast to the island of grey 
I persist to escape
a calmness washes over me
a calm voice whispers so eloquently to me
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
Is this angel sent to guide me into a peaceful forever slumber
or is she a temptress so beautiful I die at first sight
She said I am deceived
deceived by what, by who; I must know
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
That milky, honey echo so familiar
so tantalizing, tangible; the feeling of invincibility to follow
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
That sound, that voice bouncing off the walls of my dreams
I burst through to find a coffee shop
teeming with no one but me 
Then, like a miracle of air, there the voice beholds a face
a captivating beauty so perfect
Her hair, a halo of pink lost in a maze of fields painted black
Her eyes, twins pools of green, the most amazing I've ever seen
that no words give release as I make my attempt to speak
My mouth gains dust as my jaws begin to rust shut
Then she smiles
her cheeks produce dimples, her nose slightly scrunching
yet it's still enough to make me melt
me, now a puddle within my shoes
She giggles and lifts me up
I without a fuss as she sweeps me up in a hug
With a voice to make Aphrodite jealous she whispers softly
'Hush thou art deceived, you are not in love with me
but I in love with you so here take my hand
I'll show you my world if I can to see if you understand'
Puzzled I take her hand but I still don't understand
my breath won't resurrect so I save the rest
as she pokes my chest
for her to hear me breathlessly ask her name
She takes a step back with a small little laugh
she grabs my hand as I realize where I stand
Stunned and amazed I turn to run
but the sight of a whale shakes me to the core
the same frequency as I shake her
shouting, 'WHY ARE WE ON THE OCEAN FLOOR? ! '
With a playful smile, she bothered to ask
'You've made castles by the shore, no? 
I know that we are more so let's make castles on the floor'
With a gleeful jump, she began to work
as my panic turns to curiosity, shaking my head in disbelief
I join in, my mind in a tailspin
I have a whirlwind of questions but they blow over with the ocean tide
as she regails her tale of the other side
a world unfamiliar yet she gains my intrigue 
with stories I can't compete
Though silently I beg the question 
How am I deceived, this feels right to me
How can this be wrong with her bright smile bringing me back to life
She looks up at the wrong time, aware I'm elsewhere
runs and jumps into my arms
placing a phantom kiss upon my lips
a stone fortress under siege by vulnerability
With a phantom kiss I return to her realm
amidst her question hanging in the air, 'Is anything amiss? '
I reply with a smile and a shake of my head
asking for a simple change of scenery 
I have a request but it goes unheard
a mouse on Christmas night; though I shake with slight fright
as she gets my request just right
I sprawl out on the grass, the night sky spread out
a cluster of piercings mapping out my former source of glory
now the orchestrator of my misery
I wince with sudden grief, shedding tears of pain thought renounced
pausing only to find the object of my current affection
eyes brilliant pearls, mimicking the stars stoic beauty
perched upon my lap; staring at me intently, intensely
and without words asking who has wronged me so
With words I cannot bear to voice that name
so I pull her into my embrace
her gaze away from the image of me, clutching what ails me in my hand
till my knuckles turn white as snow then I let go
letting the memory fade so I know it's true
And with a sudden moment I look her square in the eyes
for love is all I have inside
as I ask her to sprout wings of butterflies with me
black as a panther mixed with red of passion for me
a costume of gold with a pink lining for her
for she's perfect beyond reason
I ask her to fly away with me to a galaxy outside the milky way
Sadness in her eyes, she denies
placing her finger upon my heart as she cries
reviving my stilled heartbeat...
Was it a dream or just my escape as my eyes flicker wide
welcoming a world I don't recognize
I try to sit up but I fall back
a heavy sigh to escape my thoughts, 'Where is she'
Like an owl, my head spins in a circle just to locate her presence
but like a ghost arises her voice in my conscious
'Hush thou art deceived for I lied
you are in love with me and I in love with you 
but we can only exist in your dreams'
I know I should've savored every moment
but what happens when every moment was an illusion
to everyone, everyone but you

Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Serge Lyrewing | Details

Yellow winged angel

                I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He was dreaming among heartless
building cloud castles alone.
He was waking up with dawning,
He was smiling gazing down,
His green eye was squinting wanting
to be liked in feathered gown
with the birds flied by with singing,
with the distant running clouds,
with the inks and pages and being 
of the pen. And there's no doubts
ruddy cheeks of his were sunny,
It was playing of the sun,
Secret light was kind and funny 
from his fire and it was fun.
                II.
He was fine and he was stately,
But he had his yellow wings,
Other angels envied greatly
with their miserable sins.
“How you dare to have that feather
with the ochre? Tell us why?”
They were frowned without the reason,
Tongue of rumor's sharp and dry.
Some were saying to him straightly,
Someone whispered by his back,
"Be like others", it was badly,
He was like in jail that's black.
He became to sigh with sorrow,
Fire burned in frail heart,
Gloomy mime of sad tomorrow,
Wings were weak, and it was hard
To spread wings since this bad moment,
He was looking for some rest
In saint places he had torment
Standing cruel pain and angst.
                III.
Everything was just like usual,
The was the sun and the was the moon,
God had known about confusion.
Noise has covered his room.
Cherubs, Seraph and the other,
And the Lord didn't break the laws:
"Come out, yellow winged brother,
You should say, I'm wrong, of course,
look in face of angel's army,
Hold your temper and your pride,
Hide your feather that is sunny,
You are wrong and it's all right!"
Angel wept, his tears were bitter:
"All my thoughts are pure and clean,
I'm not guilty with my glitter."
Like in autumn (it was mean)
Maple leaves - feathers were falling
near Almighty's gorgeous feet.
No one wished to cry in longing,
But the clouds were having need.
And they cried in puddles, really,
Angel made his soundless shout,
God was angry, willy-nilly
He had driven servants out.
                IV.
Being kind to His child
God embraced this angel tight:
"Do not cry, do not be wild,
I didn't want that silly fight,
I expected peace and glory,
Unity, but all is done,
No more pain, I'm really sorry,
Yellow angel, like the sun
light of wings of yours is given
for my grey hairs, for my rest,
You're unhappy, you're like demon
among them, but you're my best.
Leave my place for time, no power
to ease burden of your hell,
Lose your burden right this hour,
I am blessing you, farewell!"
                V.
Yellow angel left the garden
without doubts, oh, Paradise!
Not alive, not dead, unburdened
He found hell gates with his eyes.
He had told to Hades story
of his former life and woe.
"Take this room (and do not worry)
Six, six, six, I have to go", -
said the Fiend, - "good night, my yellow
brother. I must keep the fire of hell.
Take this place, my dear fellow,
I'll back later. So, be well."
                VI.
But among the fiends and fire
Angel's rest was not so long,
Smiling hell with wicked prayer
stood and ugly laughed, and song
of their hundreds hooves in horseshoes
scraped the bones with metal sound,
How to sleep? How lose the conscience?
There was only blame around.
Table, iron bed and talking
by his back, and living dust
covered curtains, evil mocking
left no choice, and the outcast
wanted to behold his feather
almost losing their skin.
He was patient - not some teaser,
It was not enough, and spleen
pointed in his icon, really,
with their dirty fingers, yeah,
Beat or not to beat, how silly,
They didn't stop, it wasn't fair.
It is like a seal was broken
And there was a voice of hell:
"Apocalypse! I'm awoken,
Back your rooms and do not tell!"
All the breed had caught the silence,
But they whispered any way,
Curtain fell with moral violence,
Yellow angel flew away
through the window. He was throwing
golden feathers from the Hight,
Fiends rejected "brother" knowing
Yellow angel, you're not right.
                VII.
Now he's guest in world of mortal,
Autumn reigned in their mind,
Bunches of rowan hanged like portal
for the blood of trees in night.
Lazy lifeless rain was falling
Grumbling like an old-old man,
Angel hid his wings with dawning,
He got lost in crowd. Oh, damn,
No one cared that he was yellow:
you and we, and those, and these,
Angel walked so free and mellow
not looking around in peace.
He was not begetting malice,
And he thought "why do I run"
He wasn't calling to repentance
or to sin. There was the sun.
Glitter of grey puddles-mirrors
wasn't showing yellow view,
Wind was singing in his ears,
fondling curls and eyelashes too.
                   VIII.
All has changed somehow and sharply
among ditches these are overgrown,
The sun came out boldly, heartly,
seeing angel, now he's known.
Star was smiling to its fellow,
then it smiled once for us,
Star dawned on the wings these are yellow
in that hour on that grass.
And there is no awful weather,
People smile, and people shout:
'Gift us feather", - they're together 
hungering happiness throughout.
Their hands stretch and they are greedy,
Secret's open, and they mock
over feathered, there's no pity,
No salvation, but there's shock.
Angel's torn not knowing really
how to hide and how to leave,
He is shamed of awkward feeling,
The Lord's way's unknown, believe,
to us all, the angel's breathing
barely, he's exhausted. And
God beheld that men are teasing,
God gave sign, the angel's sent
on the planet without creatures,
Let it be. He chose his path.
There's no life, there are no features,
it is smaller than some else.
It is dwarf, it can't be taller,
And, of course, it's really cold,
But who cares that angel's colour
is containing precious gold.
                IX.
Earth was left, there were no chances
to find his so secret roads,
He is fine there, there's no fences,
He's alone with his great thoughts.
But sighing wearily he's impassive,
only feathers - maple leaves
fall from the sky that is massive,
And there's nothing more beneath.
            The end
             

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2018

Long Poems