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I toss and turn sweat and burn
hellish nightmares rob my slumber
Deep and dark blackens my heart
for my soul less soul encumber
The devil's laugh mocks my mind
into the spider's web I struggle entwine
Falling hard into the sound
my armless body sure to drown
I scream and scream without a sound
for by guilty sins I am bound
Wake in fright
against the night
I shake cold but burn bright
staring into the haunting light
of demon eyes of ghastly fright
Every deed i did wrong
full in my ears sirens song
Into myself wrong
damn the night eternal long
Trapped in hole pitch black
begging for mercy that's lack
Slimy things crawl through me
I only feel but never see
Sleep shallow and conscious render
grounded into the devil's blender
Stale my body frail my being
encumbered by wicked dreams
Encumber
i life
Reflections in the mirror increase resentment.
Tarnished heart pursues vengeful contentment
Disillusioned, you hide in fictitious make believe,
possessed by demons who purblind and deceive.
In your bogus twisted fabricated state of mind,
answers to your questions you shall never find.
Your fraudulent mask poses, deceptively concocted,
mocking with a grim masquerade you have adopted.
ii death
As your heart blackens with the absence of light,
Lucifer summons you closer, to his sheer delight.
Loved ones cannot save you from hell's burning heat,
there's nothing behind you but shadows of deceit.
Now that your toxic nature has begun to expire,
you can no longer suck energy like a vampire.
Nobody cares to listen to your forged confession.
There is only joy in the absence of your aggression.
iii after life
Pain like hungry howling wolves irritates skin deep.
After all this time, why do you sabotage my sleep?
Am I cursed that I see your silhouette in my dreams,
I'm struggling to ignore your torrid smouldering screams.
Why continue to haunt me like a vicious viper?
Firing shells of cyanide like a silent sniper.
iv remedy for change
I'm fortunate that my quill has become my shield,
for every wound, poetry is my remedy to be healed.
My ink is my saviour, bursting through my vein,
a catharsis for peace, as from hate I abstain.
There is nothing left of life
that death cannot resolve,
times velocity spins on stolen lips
and minute pieces of adamantine
pierce the edge of soles
worn with pain
----
Right here,
Where night and dawn merge
the membrane strains
cleaving, as shade blackens blue
for mere milli seconds
Standing in the hollows of night
still, watching forever shimmering
in the shadowed corner of my eye,
I, me, always a curious creature
swallow bricks and mortar
tasting truth
In my head an orchestra plays
the symphonies composed of my life
strings wring my heart with melodies
wrought in pain and self-loathing
shame and eventual surrender
to the beat
But,
in the beauty of renewal
in the peace of your reflections
I've wondered at the universe
memorizing the mysteries unsolved
ever tantalized neurons smashed
awakening ever and over again
Sleep has been a foreign land
settled by the fortunate
longed for by the tortured
spirits of my mind
Yet in these dark magnificent galaxies
when snores softly sigh in peace
or monsters haunt your dreams,
I have watched millennia of mourning
shatter the promise of darkness evermore,
I wondered as sunshine held a drop of dew
and as light of hope captured the ghosts of night
banishing them forevermore, or until nights edge
I am a watcher and a teller of tales
Singer of forbidden songs and tragedy,
downtrodden, I rose to fight again and again
with a schizophrenic mind harnessed
within the beauty of a single star
and the promise of humanity
in the kindness of a strangers touch
Now at the end of all journeys
my final battle lays in that
which I know not, shackled
that foreign land whisks me away
again and again, dreams cease
as moisture rolls from my brow
---
Slowly, slowly, slowly
winding down into nothingness
Gently, gently, gently
I will lay down your cries of grief
My words aren’t never-ending
my breath will someday cease
Yet true beauty and wonder lies
in the wondrous infinity of peace
just look into these eyes overflowing with pain
know !! there will be an end, even that shall ease ...
Who, What, Where, When and Why
Who are the people, that have touched your life in some way
Who are the loved ones, that inspire you each and everyday
Who are those friends, that share their laughter every time
Who are the family members, making homecoming so sublime
What are your expectations, in each and every encounter you have had
What are your dreams, the ones that make you feel happy and so sad
What are your emotions, that envelope and consume your very soul
What are your revelations, the ones you reveal, that make you whole
Where do your thoughts go, when they are no longer of concern
Where do your emotions travel, when there is nowhere else to turn
Where do your pains carry you, when you feel each one has been earned
Where do your regrets find you, when you amass what you have learned
When will you realize, that anger and hate blackens your very soul
When will you understand, that hateful words you say do take their toll
When will you decide, that change is needed if we are truly to survive
When will you believe, that we need tolerance and love to keep us alive
Why do you continue, to do the things that you know are wrong
Why do you accept, the atrocities that you have seen for so long
Why do you allow, just to watch, do nothing and just let it all be
Why do you care, the events in this world are not happening to me
Take the time to answer these questions
Who, What, Where, When and Why
Written: April 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Lovely days don't come to you, you should walk to them." by Rumi
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Life will not coach you until it happens,
Serendipitously, it flows, upsetting our souls.
When you glance, you feel no longer whole,
Leave dreams behind until the frost blackens.
Love doesn't always reach out to stay,
It often teaches you how deeply you feel.
It seems like it's just dangling a kneel,
as if it were writing you a swiping essay.
Being whole does not teach you resilience,
You discover it when you're crushed by life.
You proceed with wobbly hands and strife,
Grace is born by shaking, not just experience.
Selfishness fills the soul with fear
Breaks the heart with a gentle tear
Ego evokes the nature’s lure
Peace with God is the only cure
Pride destroys all the heart’s best dreams
Promising answers for life’s schemes
Breathless prayers right and ensure
Peace with God is the only cure
Vanity daunts the sweetest smile
Darkens the heart with its lifestyle
Kindness will make the heart mature
Peace with God is the only cure
Conceit is merely haughtiness
Despite all the heart’s naughtiness
Faith and love will always endure
Peace with God is the only cure
Greediness blackens the spirit
Gospel? Listen. Do you hear it?
Love this alive will thrive, make sure
Peace with God is the only cure
Charity is what we believe
It is love that will not deceive
Nothing in life is more secure
Peace with God is the only cure
Wonderful counselor He is
When our soul’s hope falls into His
This is light darkness won’t obscure
Peace with God is the only cure
The crumbling of humanity is developing.
Burglary, deception, and hubris are ubiquitous.
Money is being earned by cheating.
These areas are known to be perilous.
The vast majority of the cash is made in the wild.
It's time to settle in the matured and infirm.
Ravenous experts age their vigor after a while.
Laborers are escaping devout neediness squirm.
Frantic individuals have weakened.
Fellowship has no kin, just sex bind unify.
Keeping guardians is an idea antiquated.
Notwithstanding savagery, humankind decay.
The mutilation and murder of living persons,
Assaulting, beating captives till they die or be deaf.
They induce their casualties lives blackens.
The cruelest rulers of the hells they bereft.
Psyche attacking compassion and adoring.
Time talks just nibble and severity.
Wild evil presences masked as a sacred being.
Blamelessness in the midst of a corrupt divinity.
Virtue blurs to a deadly chase in the wind.
No one realizes who prowls crimson vine.
Is this acculturated? a pooled grind.
Alert, my friends, inquire into thine.
Written: September 9, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The twilight brings a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves above me
where I sit on a hill overlooking a vast meadow
of purple asters and flowering orange butterfly weeds
I'll wait here to watch the sky change
from light blue gray to red and orange
as the sun slowly falls
behind a thin red-threaded horizon
where the first glimmer of a star appears
and the sound of crickets start their melody
shades and shadows dance through the meadow
as the setting sun begins to fade away
and a quarter moon rises in the northern sky
as the sky blackens stars become more visible
and the meadow has darkened
while fireflies start their nightly lamp-lighting
and the sound of frogs are heard in the distance
telling me it's time to leave
Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
The Muse
If I show her
the least attention
She blackens out
the prose
Her hold on me
so total
Forever
in the throes
Of what her
gift requires
And loyalty
demands
Where every night
she visits
My dreams
— at her command
***
Moments I Treasure
Embracing simplicity
days get short
Words cut deeper
vague meanings defined
Minutes leaving
moments to treasure
Twilight in focus
— forever unwinds
***
Uncertainty Cries
Time
the great impostor
Hides
in every doubt and scheme
Whispering lies
when uncertainty cries
Poisoning hope
— invading our dreams
***
Less Is More
Would you trade
your steak for salad
returning as before
Before the fame
betrayed you
before the moneyed tour
How spartan could you pivot
free
of fortune’s weight
That riches cast upon you
and left you
in this state
How much praise and false attention
would you happily
give up
To shed the gilded moments
and fill
each empty cup
But maybe all the better
to clasp your hands
in prayer
Beseeching what is missing
from The One
— who’s always there
***
Excuses Befriend
A thousand ways
to lose
only one way
to win
The track
lined with losers
excuses
befriend
What could have
then happened
what should
have come true
Lost forever
to history
defeat
— in review
(Montreal Grand Prix: May, 2026)