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The Necktie
He woke up fully dressed, minus his tie, in the lumpy bed
of a third-rate hotel, which had a fridge beside the TV
The last semi-civilized place, one up from sleeping rough
The room reeked of depravity, and a dusty curtain
protecting the inhabitants from the cruel world outside
The news was about a woman who strngled with a tie
He sat up, and he had lost his tie
The tie was green with black dots on it, should he ring
the TV station and ask what color the tie is?
Or should he remorsefully and fearfully sober confess
to a murder he could not remember having committed
The fridge rumbled, he got up, opened it, in the hope of
finding a cold beer; there, wrapped around a bottle
whisky, a red necktie
Obscurity
I've reach out to grab hold to things that once could unfold a broken heart. Reached out to feel the things that seemed to intensify my meaning of real.
Still, I feel empty from the days walk and the imagination of ones lingering thoughts. Dropped to my knees, plead for someone to come to my aid.
Bathe in the most dark and desolate place. Faced with obscurity in the waters reflection. Waging war on transparent complexion, for every one notices my ripples. Never take time to see the calm waters beneath. What a cruel world of attraction and dissatisfaction, harden on ones heart. A few words apart from me to you. How much distance shall be between us, how far should I run to embrace just you, once again in my arms. Closes to a dream far from reality.
D.Howard
Life's slings and arrows, tough to bear.
Oh, it's quite a cruel world out there.
The needy are suffering; it's not fair.
If I could help them all, I would.
Helping desperate people out.
Is what kindness is all about.
Infinitely rewarding, no doubt.
It surely makes one feel good!
I sometimes go the extra mile.
To make their day worthwhile.
Seeing my efforts bring a smile...
Puts me in a very good mood!
It upsets me how cruel people are in this world today
pictures show baked in dirt crying alone
Having grow up tainted with killing and brutality
in the streets bombs going off
Earth shattering noise as the ground trembles
one feels a shaking underneath
Scared out of your wits
the effect it has on children
poor innocent little souls
If only they knew
being born into this selfish cruel world
it would make the hardest heart shed a tear
the scars forever remain
It leaves such damage
governments they all claim not to see
Everything is all controlled by mans greed war war war
is all one heart hears
what it all boils down to in the end
God be with them I pray
beginning their beautiful life's
tainted with scars
suffering little children
to hear the patter of little feet
truly a Godsend
Have you ever given thought on how language impacts you,
good or bad it all depends on the words you ruminate & chew
be careful what you choose to expel when your mouth spews
for it can either bless someone or wound, bet you never knew
that one can learn to ponder words and usher without blurt
do not speak on angry terms for all it does is bring more hurt
when the sun go down, tuck away hostility and don't be curt
make sure you care enough not to pill, rampage, or blurt
words can be a sanctuary to go to when no one seems to care
they can be a respite from that cruel world, your Lancelot dare
don't let the light of the stars cease to shine because of a flare
be slow to roll that pearly tongue, even slower to make it blare
not everyone thinks like you, wrong and right is only a concept
so don't bully your opinions on others and make them feel inept
please don't yank words out, it would be best if they overslept
good bedside manners are essential, it cannot be windswept.
July 10, 2021
Rooftop
Giant
You peer
over
the sleeping
city
and from this
height you
can hear
a symphony of
crickets
who
sing
mournful love songs
to
the stars
Who
hang so far out of reach
Speculating
how
miniscule
and powerless they are
to the rest of the Universe's
master
plans
There you are
Arms
lifted towards the heavens
embracing
his creation
Freed
by
the binds
of
the rest of this cruel world.
Unabashed
by
the
silence, and your own singularity
You are
home.
From
Such
great heights
only
seeking
serenity
Until
you
reach
him
and your final resting home.
Form:
A friend, An enemy
Birds singing lovely songs,
Holding each other in love
Literally, one has the union.
Trusting the beloved,
Realizing they are stony-hearted,
Pretended you don't exist,
Your pain means nothing
Ignorance is their motto
I thought grass was greener
on the other side
A desert is where I belong
No one to rely on,
No one relies on the bird
You, yourself, a treasure always
Self-love and admiration knocks
The bird won't stop singing,
A heart won't stop pumping blood,
Strength is the reward,
Heartless, self-centered is thy enemies
Cruel world, cruel birds
Ain't afraid of them anymore
Strive to be a good bird always.
A fox cub ventures out of his den
For the first time on a pretty Sunday morning.
He should not have left.
On these days, when church bells ring out,
All is silent in the forest—
There is always peace.
The trees—tall and swaying—
Make the fox cub nervous,
But he has other things to fear.
In the distance, the church bells do not ring;
The fox does not detect their gentle harmony
That reaches his ears so sweetly,
Like a lullaby to rock him to sleep.
Instead, he detects a cacophony of explosions—
There is evil just around the corner.
Yet, the fox cub is too young to know
What is right and what is wrong,
So he walks towards the curious sound
Until he is belly-deep in mud
And he can’t walk any further.
Now, the crashes are all around;
His fight or flight tells him to run,
But, as much as he pulls and pulls,
He is in vain—
He will never leave this spot again.
One day,
The soldiers might find his body:
Frozen stiff and plastered with the thick
Mud they have all come to despise.
Perhaps they will take pity on the small creature
And give him a warm bath
To show him some kindness in such a cruel world.
Maybe, then, they will cradle him
To keep him warm
Throughout the brutality of winter
That he did not live to experience.
Perhaps, the mother fox
Still calls for her son
When the light hits on Sunday mornings.
She calls in case there is a chance
She may see him again—
To curl up around him and keep him close
With her tail—
But her never answers her desperate pleas,
And she knows. She knows.
Ah Hero in Everything
some say she's a happy receiver
Almost an actress
and no one believes her
almost an actress:
and she means
the world to me.
Who's your husband in this
cold cruel world.
Got your mojo working
"you go Girl".
The lovely Lady kisses me.
You wanna see?
I got a ring on my
finger, my wife by my side
He's got a beautiful grin
and a perfect smile
when were are in a groove
we have a perfect style
don't come round here
with all that fool stuff
we got one another
and that's enough
aint misbehaving
we doing fine
let me say it one more
time
aint misbehaving
and ev'rthings just fine
Manaka is a fine tuner
Aankh=Pilak
and Chamara
This system has caused me irreparable harm—
Yet still I speak your name in prayer;
I would have been anything you wished of me,
Soft clay beneath your careful feet.
I wandered once in erring youth,
In foolish shadows, small and blind;
Petty trespass against the world—
But not the darkness in their minds.
You gave me life—I gave it on
To one bright child of fragile grace;
She walks the earth because of love
That time and trial cannot erase.
Compassion.
This sorrow stretches long as years
Beyond the span that he himself dared tread,
Long as the ancient pilgrim host
Whom Moses through the desert led—
Toward a land he saw, yet never knew,
A promise burning overhead.
Grace.
As planets turn about the sun
With faithful, uncomplaining art,
So do you turn and look again
Upon the number 90-14869 and my heart—
Strange reckonings of guilt and blame,
Cold figures set apart.
Empathy not he the beast.
I did what youth in terror does,
When bruised by hands that were not kind,
Trying to cry without a voice,
To force the cruel world to mind
The brutality of a single man
Who should have sheltered humankind.
in Love.
Then is not now—yet children live
Because some souls refuse to sleep;
They guard the small, they tend the frail,
They sow where broken fields lie deep.
Without safe children, none grow whole,
And none return the lost to keep.
Change.
O good Woman, bright with light,
You who outshine the grievous day,
You lift the fallen into dawn
And show the trembling where to stay.
I am your servant in this hope—
Your friend, if I may say.
And if the world be hard and stern,
Still mercy moves in Magdalene—
A tenderness that walks through dark nights
And washes what has been.