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A new dawn,
Unveiled hopes and surreal ecstatic.
The smiles on their faces,
Heralded news,
The folks were delighted.
It was worth every ounce of struggle.
Though, a dilemma.
Afraid of separation.
Yet, desperate to experience the journey.
The ambience compelled me.
I was finally seen off,
I was on a voyage to satisfy nature's balance.
Now I learned the way of flying.
They had fed me once, now the tables had turned.
The man I was had been called a coward.
They celebrated my bravery now.
Decorated badges shone and made them proud.
I lost one and two things to earn it.
Was it really worth it?
The grasp of my anxiety grew.
On a bright sunny day,
I was summoned by a great war.
The fallen heroes' cries haunted me,
They never let me close my eyes.
Though I dodged death,
My mates did not.
When consciousness returned.
A stream of blood filled my sight.
Decapitated bodies, blasted arms,
Eyes bulging out of their sockets,
The fallen were the luckiest.
One who lived was burning in hell.
Men begged me to put an end to their agony.
Our eyes shed blood,
Tears dried out.
I wished to shoot my brains out too.
The nefarious haunted site was too much to bear.
"I couldn't" I cried ....
A bullet shell dropped beside me.
I had killed my own man, or had I helped him?
His heart wide opened, and my shank.
My shin mangled, my eardrums burst.
"Medic! Medic! Medic!"
A few men rushed and took me away.
I only saw them talking but heard no word.
Certainly they would cut it.
The pain fainted me right away.
A chunk of metal cost me a leg.
What would a hurt man do?
Run away to his folks.
So did I.
The smile on their faces now faded.
They hardly talked about their dream again.
Blames encompassed a loop.
Still celebrated as a hero.
The shell-shock and vivid imagery of the war,
Ran through my mind every now and then.
I never slept again.
Trapped inside a war I had never waged.
It had now changed my periphery of life.
I despised it.
The fallen were the luckiest.
I couldn't even stand on my own.
I barely opened my mouth, only to be fed.
There it hangs, my greatest achievement,
So the folks claimed.
Why did I live in guilt then?
Was it to hide my sins,
Or to make me feel proud?
The barrage of questions and bullets,
Never left my conscience.
I may have quit the war,
It still ran inside my head.
Turtle by the Door
The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting dark they come.
Beneath a stabbing ice, one by one-
the animals.
I listen to their shuffling,
the scrape of delving claws.
They are scavenging,
pulled closer to me by visceral prods.
Hesitant paws withdraw as they near,
a restlessness keeps them gnawing
a middle ground.
I crane my neck from its ribcage;
they fall back and return,
wanting - always wanting.
The small creatures enter
where cracks fill with moonlight.
They scuttle and hesitate,
a little way,
a little.
I am Turtle,
a makeshift thing,
cloud-splashed and sullied.
I sing back the needy shadows,
cast my lamplight eyes
onto their weltered
hair-streaked hides.
~~~
Turtle Speaks
I did not bundle this day’s flesh,
nor did I carry it to a pathless end.
I merely watched it pass over black mountains,
slip away over thinning trails.
The sky-tent will catch fire again.
I am a roughhewn turtle.
I am starlight in a mud-pool.
A blind faced mole has carried
the moon up from the dirt once more,
though it is only a white bone,
only a hollow tooth.
Turtle am I, an unwrought creator;
one who watches,
who knows not to say
what cannot be said.
~~
Turtle Goes to the Light
Turtle's carcass is nibbled
into threads of brown river water.
His empty shell tumbles lazily
in slow currents.
Turtle stays where the starry mammoths
beat sunlight into skin and bone,
and he waits.
Mole, beaver, and badger
heap the dead upward
until light licks them away.
The world feeds upon itself,
time weaves new moth wings
from long buried evenings.
Then turtle reappears.
He hatches from an egg pushed through
green sludge and marsh fire,
he returns as a burnt shadow.
Turtle's leathery tongue clacks
he calls to all the blood-filled:
“Come again,
come around and around” he calls.
When his song is done
he perches on a scorched log
in the middle of everywhere
as silent as a stone.
Turtle by the Door
The bears and wolves are few,
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting dark they come.
Beneath a stabbing ice, one by one-
the animals.
I listen to their shuffling,
the scrape of delving claws.
They are scavenging,
pulled closer to me by visceral prods.
Hesitant paws withdraw as they near,
a restlessness keeps them gnawing
a middle ground.
I crane my neck from its ribcage,
they fall back and return,
wanting - always wanting.
The small creatures enter
where cracks fill with moonlight.
They scuttle and hesitate,
a little way,
a little.
I am Turtle,
a makeshift thing,
cloud-splashed and sullied.
I sing back the needy shadows,
cast my lamplight eyes
onto their weltered
hair-streaked hides.
~~~
Turtle Speaks
I did not bundle this day’s flesh,
nor did I carry it to a pathless end.
I merely watched it pass over black mountains,
slip away over thinning trails.
The sky-tent will catch fire again.
I am a roughhewn turtle.
I am starlight in a mud-pool.
A blind faced mole has carried
the moon up from the dirt once more,
though it is only a white bone,
only a hollow tooth.
Turtle am I, an unwrought creator,
one who watches,
who knows not to say
what cannot be said.
~~
Turtle Goes to the Light
Turtle's carcass is nibbled
into threads of brown river water.
His empty shell tumbles lazily
in slow currents.
Turtle stays where the starry mammoths
beat sunlight into skin and bone,
and he waits.
Mole, beaver, and badger
heap the dead upward
until light licks them away.
The world feeds upon itself,
Time weaves new moth wings
from long buried evenings.
Then turtle reappears.
He hatches from an egg pushed through
green sludge and marsh fire.
He returns as a burnt shadow.
Turtle's leathery tongue clacks
he calls to all the blood-filled:
“Come again,
come around and around” he calls.
When his song is done
he perches on a scorched log
in the middle of everywhere
as silent as a stone.
Of a distant pass, I am aware
It's said that Satan once dwelt there
Where zombies roamed without a care
And sounds of torture filled the air
Where demons guarded gates to hell
And warlocks gathered to cast their spell
Where tyrants went with souls to sell
and so many heroes, in battle fell
Where roots of terror had begun
And freedom was a right to none
Where moon refused to yield to sun
It was the road they called Red Run
Blood stained the walls, and blood filled the wells
The land never cleansed, for the rains never fell
Where men fought evil, but failed to repel
Where women all prayed, while little eyes swelled
Then off in the distance, a glimmering light
Shined from the dark in the dead of the night
A soldier of heaven was joining the fight
He donned golden armor, a mythical knight
He knew all his life that he would be the one
To vanquish the darkness and bring back the sun
He would not rest, before the war was won
And peace was restored to the road called Red Run
He road through the pass
Sun low at his back
And with each gallop forward
A light filled the black
Satan knowingly raised his head
for he felt the warriors presence
He mumbled the ancient curse of the dead
As he rumbled his way through the peasants
To slay another hero
To shadow the sun's bright beam
To end these futile hopes of freedom
To kill yet one more dream
Soon they met, upon their steeds
They met with swords in hand
One would soon be dead indeed
And silence covered the land
Their eyes then locked, and began this battle
Thunder crushed the conflicted sky
All the mountains shook and rattled
The wind released a sigh
Then silence returned, this fury complete
But only one, remained on his feet
The other lie still,bye the side of the street
Yes Satan was cast to the depths of defeat
The sun then rose high, the dove could now sing
The people all gathered to greet their new king
For he would now lead them to ages of peace
This death and destruction would finally cease
Rebirth had begun, the fight was now won
This darkest of hours was finally done
But the legend does read, that The Devil's own son
One day would return, to the road called Red Run
On a night that was completely dry,
A cheerful soul was staring at the starless sky.
At her life that was completely dark,
She smiled as though she was a lark.
Wearing a rug like crap,
Was laying on her father’s lap.
What could make her feel the most beloved,
To be with the person she’d always adored.
Although they were hungry , the whole day,
But were contented as they lay on the hay.
With eyes full of love, her arms hugged her father.
It was like heaven to them when they were together.
With her anxious eyes and sugary voice , she said,
“ Dad I want a dress that’s red!”
Knowing how difficult it was to even get a piece of bread,
Started thinking on how to arrange a dress that’s red.
Her father gazed at her moon like face,
‘Hope’ was the only thing he could trace.
Smile on face, held her head resembling a crown,
“Sure! You’ll get it by dawn”.
Next day she was even more happy,
Finally she would throw the dress that was crappy.
But it could not last long,
As they hear the emergency gong.
The father took his angel and ran to a safe place,
Was running the fastest but lost his life’s race.
A bullet went through him as he stood,
Fell on the ground covered in blood.
Seeing her heaven fall apart,
Crackling sound came from her as it broke her heart .
Though she was badly injured,
She fell down because her heaven’s voice can no more be heard.
Again with a face filled with hope,
Shook her father as “ he’s faking” was the only scope.
But it barely moved,
All her hoping theories were disproved .
She cried and laid on his blood filled body,
Hoping that seeing his angel cry will wake up her daddy.
Her body was covered in blood,
She said to the man she always loved,
“It’s dawn ; you kept your promise dad!
I got the dress that is red!”.
With her angelic smile she fell and the time seemed to be frozen,
It felt like this was her dream place that she’d chosen.
Her sweet soul besides the kind soul of her father.
They were smiling like it was heaven ,
And why not , when now they were eternally together.
In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.
Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.
Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.
Devour yourself into the omniscient grip.
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.
It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud.
Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.
These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...
Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast,
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey.
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.
Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day.
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within.
Always ready for we accept our fear.
We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is.
No amount of doubts will over throw us.
Onward, to peace.
From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a ceasefire.
From river to the sea, Palestine is on the brink, like an express train to unspeakable tragedy befalling a whole nation, slated for extinction.
History's marching backward, to Rwanda and Auschwitz, a clever strategem for land without its original people, invaded by European settlers citing holy book to lay their claims, like Spanish conquistadors, proclaiming an "empty continent."
From river to the sea, a nation rises and put down like new Spartacus, mutinous against their slavery, and the new King Cnut desperately summoning the waves for Eretz Israel, with no more checkpoints and separation walls; they're only needed for an apartheid state.
From river to the sea, priceless treasures, highlighting architectural ensembles of centuries, buried under the chorus 'finish them,' finish them all, old, young, women, children, their animals too. The magic of land that spawned world religions suddenly has dwindled to a trickle of humanity, the catharsis of a crisis of spirit, shutting down conscience, and soon new settler homes shall be built on tower of skulls, with Gaza's unwelcome beaches available to western tourists again, offering kayakers great thrills at discounted prices, with its banks lined with daffodils and new palm trees, so the pleasure boats can anchor for a day to take advantage of the whirlpools of new resorts with a big sign, no Palestinian allowed.
From river to the sea, the light glows within the dispossessed, and with each martyr, their spirit of resistance blooms, and the saga lingers: Palestine will be free, and Jews and Muslims shall live together in peace.
Forgive me lord for I have sinned,
its been too many years since my last conffesion
abusin the powers that I’ve been blessed with,
taken the limits of my will and tryin to test it,
deliver with patience my eternal sentence,
I’ll slowly speak every sentence of my penance,
Live my life with new meaning till nightmares turn to dreaming
Im screaming with every cord in my vocals, with your hands so cold in a choke
hold,
My loco motives like a locomotive with no brakes it’s a known fate
And the reason for this guilt was the blood spilt
Another night of free will, I felt like it was me killed
Drinking till my blood filled, so much I think Im drunk still,
I heard the words come out, look outside come on out
A girl lying motionless, beneath the dark night
Something just don’t feel right, her little body took flight
I don’t believe my sight, but your eyes don’t lie
There the truest thing there is and just think, you cover up the truth every time you
blink
But my eyes are wide open as I start to feel the potion slowly eloping me frozen in
fear
Cops are here, drop the beer, no time for tear, run away, get away, any away, cant
stay
And as I run to safety my thoughts start racing, and finally its hits me this guilt that
im facing,
Didn’t even know her but I feel so responsible, but she couldn’t judge me she
just lies un-respondable.
Thank God, that he left her life in the hospital, many mistakes I've made but this
one tops em all,
I’ve thrown my blindness like her body from the balcony, In a way I strangley feel
she fell for me,
And before I follow the footsteps of so many men before me, Ill make sure my
end is sure to come in glory,
Im pouring my heart out, too you , give me the strength it takes now
to put the bottle down… cleanse my lips, never another sip - Amen
I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping
Hutus approaching my bed
My baby was no more. They ravaged me. Left me alive...........
Could hear the battle getting nearer
All I was worried about was my mother, Home alone...
My husband was away was he fighting, Was he alive......
Clutching my dead baby staggered towards home, The smell of blood filled the
air. Then I saw them, The valiant Tutu's, Fighting for us. here and now
The sound of machetes clashing together. Limbs flying through the air. Like
boomerangs.
The screaming ....The misery.......
When I staggered home. Found Mother in the water butt. Hiding from the
savages. She was alive and ok.. So traumatised
Many twisted bodies on the ground. Dragged them into a pile, trying to
remember who they were. To keep a record , for posterity. Poured paraffin over
them and cremated them. Praying for their souls
We buried the baby in the hard red earth. Couldn't cry, had no tears we were.in
shock......
Date was April 7th...
So tired, we slept. Hidden from view...
I am alive, my heart beating. Yet I feel dead. Dead inside....Why I ask myself.
Why is it happening....God only, knows.
Why?......
Penned 22/08/2014 for the Genocide Speak for the Lost contest.
I used 100 days slaughter of Rwanda.
You can see the skeletons of some of the twenty percent of the tutus that were
killed,
Can see the open mouth of the cry of pain. They have been kept. A reminder to
the future generation
April 7th is called Genocide Memorial Day, the week following is a national
mourning week.
Staring down the wolves
With a shotgun in each hand
My back against a wall
Of some barren land.
Though tides of Evil course
Through my blood filled veins
'S no hiding or remorse
Until those beasts are slain.
The winds of hatred blow
With one hell of a sound
They should really know
I couldn't get pushed around.
Now I'm hunted with a thirst
And a view to make a killing
But I'll jump in there first
Whose blood will be spilling?
I'm stranded cannot run
They sense me anywhere
I stand and load my guns
And shoot them here and there.
They've chased me far and wide
While biting at my heels
Now they try to hide
Not liking how pain feels.
I'm not afraid of you
Though your bloods not red
You still turn a shade of blue
With my bullet in your head!!
Hunting down these wolves
With my shotguns in my hands
Til the last of them does fall
And rot amongst the sands.
The cries of evil roared
Across the blood soaked plains
I thought i'd won this war
When none of them remained.
But the Lords of Darkness show
And try to take me down
I thought that they would know
I'm turning this around.
See they've come in unprepared
Like they didn't have a clue
They didn't think I'd dare
To cleave their heads in two.
I'm feeling nearly done
Still there every-bloody-where
I shoot the with my guns
Hear a scream as their flesh tears.
Everything they've tried
Magic and ancient seals
I know that they have lied
And the Devil doesn't do deals.
I'm not afraid of you
Were the last rights I read
As my bullet tore through
Made a hole inside their head.
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