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Too many pains that i've endured ,
Caused by family and friends ,the people i loved
Too many tears I've spared in my heart ,
For what day i dont know ,
But i thought i was brave really .
I was a turned a tool here at south ,
I was turned a fool in the middle of west,
Instead of spitting such fire i kept it myself .
I've seen the non-seenable ,
The deeds of the people i know .
I've lost the people i love ,
But still peace is good at being my enemy .
Look at my face ,only scars and avengment,
Look clearly ,I am never forgiving .
Look at myself, I am not smiling not ,
That's why I'm always alone
That's cause i have too much hate in the eyes of you .
I am a cold hearted cee,
In me there was never concious .
I am the fist in movie jel lee
Ready to burst ,
I have too much hate in my heart .
A patch of poppy red - ascend plumed feet.
The bright and sleepy tome - a fantasy.
Fair abbey’s spark of Stowe, her mirthful beat.
Austria’s grace, forth-cruised amidst the sea.
The cherubim of flowers sweet - my smile.
Awake, a-thrill with music’s score. The hills
Resound in Vermont’s wind. Alive the wile
Of snow-white lace, upon the crowning will
Of God — the protector of faithful fate.
The verve’s exotic blends and citrus scent
Of garden’s bliss - the kiss of love not hate.
A flash of sun - so live these ornaments.
A photo lasts in time and bright of eye.
This brand of brave - a charismatic sigh.
1/21/2019
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I met a soldier once.
His eyes saw many storms.
Wars beyond a battlefield.
His body heavy hung.
He smiled he tried.
A little haste.
His teeth were gritted.
Hands on his waist.
And all the while.
He gently paced.
I knew he hid the battle haze.
He softly spoke in heavy tones.
But he never once relayed the woes.
Just fight the fight that he found.
In himself, not on the battleground.
He fought not just in the battlefields.
Not just with a gun.
A flag upon his shoulder.
And his jacket slightly slung.
He spoke of all the laughter.
Relayed all that he missed.
Said he “I do it all again”
And do so without haste.
And when he then became quite still.
I heard his silent screams.
And in that very moment.
I knew the battle raged.
He bore no wounds to see at all.
No scars or stitches did he own.
But when he walked along the way.
His heavy steps, deafening sounds.
He turned and smiled and said to me.
Now I’m homeward bound.
I hope we meet again someday.
And maybe share some words.
Then he turned and walked away.
His head was slightly hung.
And just for a minute.
I saw the weight come on.
Now he’s gone and no bugles played.
No medals dangled, 0r music played.
Just echoes of his war within.
Where too many soldiers.
Have found their end.
So, when next you meet a soldier.
View them more than brave or strong.
Theres battles fought behind their eyes.
That have raged a whole life long.
Father, I was walking the route of mere doubt
Lord, You know exactly what I'm talking about
Go ahead, Satan, and fill my hopeless head with utter dread
I will drain it all away with His spirit and will seek faith instead
Drown out the heartless lies
Wave goodbye to those goodbyes
That try to break you completely
You will be free from your captivity
Tread away the dread…the dread…the dread…
It enslaves us all while we lay awake in bed…in bed…
Wish I was dead instead…dead instead…
I love you – I will highlight it in bright red…red…
Cheerfully, I was walking the route of what’s here and above
My dear, you know exactly what I’m talking about and thinking of
I want to be brave and reduce these tears to nothing but happiness
I want to be defeated by delightfulness in its fullest and make progress
Drown out the heartless lies
Wave goodbye to those goodbyes
That try to break you completely
You will be free from your captivity
Tread away the dread…the dread…the dread…
It enslaves us all while we lay awake in bed…in bed…
Wish I was dead instead…dead instead…
I love you – I will highlight it in bright red…red…
Drown out the heartless lies
Wave goodbye to those goodbyes
That try to break you completely
You will be free from your captivity
We were in the wilderness of epic woe
We were in the sea, shimmering aglow
We are now standing tall through it all, it all
We must stand tall and answer the Lord's call
Drown out the heartless lies
Wave goodbye to those goodbyes
That try to break you completely
You will be free from your captivity
Tread away the dread…the dread…the dread…
It enslaves us all while we lay awake in bed…in bed…
Wish I was dead instead…dead instead…
I love you – I will highlight it in bright red…red…
We must stand tall and walk uprightly in hope's hall
We are an ascending wall, getting on the ball
We were all wandering around oh so aimlessly
Take my hands and dance with me graciously
Drown out the heartless lies
Wave goodbye to those goodbyes
That try to break you completely
You will be free from your captivity
You’re not to blame – where can we flee?
Where can we flee? Can we be set free?
Instead of wasting time, tread away the dread…
Come on and go ahead, tread away the dread…
We tend to wear masks, at different times
to hide our pain and true feelings
Emotions are hard to deal with sometimes
Wearing them can be rather healing
We hide behind these masks, you see
Our masks, they make us feel brave
Allows us to be who we want to be
It even changes the way we behave
Our masks, they hide our imperfections
And ease our own doubts and fears
They help us avoid societies dissection
Used many times over the years
We create these masks throughout our lives
They helped us get through our past trauma
Wearing a mask has helped us survive
And let's us step away from life's drama
Be wary of the mask that you choose to wear
it can hide the real you from sight
Reveal your authentic self, if you dare
You'll find out that YOU are all right
5/23/2020
you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving. and why is my heart racing. and why am I smiling. lusting after you. why am I craving such pain. I choose to taste your misery. why. I'm in love with you miserably. I love you. Deeply. Uncontrollably. Wholeheartedly. Distinctly. Unashamedly. Miserably. but you touched me. oh so miserably. but you touched me. when you touched me. I felt. I feel. purples, blues, greens. Or is it greens, purples, and blues. I can never be sure. I thought I would utter what was real. I thought I would be brave. Yet, I'm mute. drowning in your affection. letting you toy with me in this sick little game we play. I'm your violin strings. you're my play. my therapy. our mornings. the sunrays. navys, teals, royal blues, metallic. violets, plums, lavenders, and lilac. emeralds, limes, hunter and olive greens. I feel this so much. I am coloring. you inspire me. and you deprive me. and you tire me. retire into me. deep into me. deeper than deep. into earth. into me. back into time. the distances. the differences. the places. the people. realities verses comos. fears versus daydreaming. still, you are me. you are. me. and you are lovely. you read the poetry I write. you called me lovely. you are right for me. I write to you. lovely. can you write to me. you are beautiful. poof. poof. and away we go. hi. hello. you distract me. hey... Mister
You see the people on welfare,
and wonder what’s keeping them there,
the hand-outs breed dependency,
why work if you get it for free?
But those hand-outs don’t get you far,
don’t buy a house, or a new car,
don’t teach you how you can be more,
escape from poverty deployed,
just keeps you there, in misery,
your whole life doomed to penury,
no chance to rise, to strive, to win,
just a pittance and future grim,
they won’t tell you work hard, don’t quit,
in fact they lie, scream, “That’s’ racist!”
Their power comes from you in strife,
these people sure are anti-life.
You see the kids from broken homes,
how many on the streets do roam,
seeking guidance they never knew,
not learning things we all have to.
Their life at risk from many things,
mental ills, crime, imprisoning,
and their poor mothers, stressed and lost,
not father there to bear the cost,
and you they’ll say,”The mothers brave,’
We have to embrace different ways!”
They’ll make shows that encourage it,
with no care that it makes life sh-t,
that these children will start behind,
live their days with a tortured mind,
they’ll wave that all away as trite,
these bastards sure are anti-life.
You see them calling for our guns,
to see our very rights undone,
claim that it’s done for ‘our own good,’
a simple truth not understand,
That evil always finds a way,
if we’re unarmed, then it holds sway,
be it armed thugs, or government,
they’ll bleed you until you are spent.
No ideal of philosophy
stops the wolves when they want to feed,
and feed the will, until they sate
their endless reservoir of hate…
These types are kept at bay by fear,
and always will their like be near,
so those who would take our defense
are really seeking out our end,
in gulags, or in streets run rife,
these as-holes sure are anti-life...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
lips like wet Vagina
if am good
they talk
if am bad
they talk
they always wet
their mouth with
their spit through their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if i live they will talk
if I fear to live
they will talk
if I talk they will talk
if I don't talk they will talk
they love to talk
their lips are always wet
like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
on my issues their lips
remains always wet
I wonder what time they
got to waste
I guess they lake water(common sense)
that why always their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I write they talk
if I don't write
they can still talk
I sing my heart beat
they feel me yet they talk
if am silent they still talk
I can't here them quite
not for once in a while
they are use to talking
their lips are always wet
like a horny lady
about to hit my rod
in a high state of
talking confusion
through my sweet
wet
lips like her wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if am brave they talk
if am calm they talk
if am proud they talk
if am humble they talk
if am intelligent they talk
if am dumb they talk
they have no holiday
their lips knows no stop time
always they are with
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I thank God am not perfect
am happy at least am human
I got a heart and I never
want to live without my soul
my desire is not difficult
my dreams accommodates
all humanity all mankind
to live with the greatest gift
of nature of God
what more is more than a life
of peace happiness joy
in an atmosphere of love
this has been my poems
this has been my crime
this has been my opinion
yet they still talk me down
to their wet
lips like wet Vagina
For contest I must write; it’s plain to see
My older writes ignored; so hear my plea
If this, my write, gets picked, here is the deal
With post upon this rhyme, we’ll set the seal
Read not just contest wins, read others too
It tears my heart when I don’t hear from you
The incense of my soul released in rhyme
Yet only winning lines seduce your time
And so I brave this challenge that I face
I try to write a poem laced with grace
The thoughts are stilted and the words belie
A spirit bound to rules, longing to fly
I’ve bared my heart and soul; will it suffice?
Please see pre-contest me; I’ve paid the price!
Eileen Manassian
September 3, 2014
For Georgio V’s Iambic Forms Contest
Pick words that tell more than you say,
Etch a fine sketch in poignant trace;
Note how worth dwells in thought that stays.
Lines can fit catch in subtle space,
Observe just how writes can work well;
Voice in firm light the deeper strains,
Explore right now soul's fragrant spell;
Live inner sight that transcends pain,
Yet in all things be boldly brave;
Words echo grand that sublime feel,
Rouse from a spring a touch that saves;
Intent greets scan as truth reveals,
Time and space ground our physics here,
Endow crisp sounds to bestow cheer.
Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore