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Cyril Flint walked Buckton’s center street,
the new sheriff of this Nebraska town,
he walked his beat, pacing up and down,
content to take in the cool morning’s peace.
A shot rang out, Cyril turned his head,
nobody ran throughout the small ville,
no people into the dusty street spilled,
instead more shots came, flying lead.
He raced for McCrullers's great bank,
it was from here the shots had come,
he heard screams amidst the guns,
his stomach rose, and courage sank.
A scatter-gun blasted out a window,
Cyril drove behind a large horse-trough,
said,”Where the hell is Deputy Scott?!
He should be here, where did he go?”
Voices laughed amidst the madness,
Cyril could hear three storming outside,
he knew he should shoot, but much as he tried,
the fear struck him with paralysis.
“The damn bastards are getting away!”
That was the shout that came at him,
from the town’s barber, Old Dandy Jim,
but Cyril’s gun hand would not raise.
Another cried,“They killed deputy Scott!”
It came from the widow Allandale,
she stepped out of the bank, so frail
that she teetered about like a top.
Cyril finally managed to stand up,
walked gingerly to the bank’s door,
saw six bodies lying on the floor,
then heard voices, loud and rough:
“Where were you, oh Sheriff Flint?
Hiding down low like a damned snake,
when lives and money they did take,
and you could not even go in!”
The words from Jim struck him hard,
He said,”I, uh, see, my deputy—”
“Don’t even try that stuff with me!”
Charged Jim,”You yellow coward!”
Cyril couldn’t speak up for himself,
he felt the knives of probing glares,
wanted to run away from there,
so he slinked back behind the hotel...
CONCLUDES IN PART II
An angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
Hair strands like razor blades
Cutting deep into my flesh I began to fade
Heart palpitations made me panic
As the illusions in her eyes made me manic
The curse of her black magic
Brings death and despair so tragic
Her lips are carmine red
Painted with the blood of the dead
I could have set her on fire
But I'm a slave to my own desire
Her claws dig into my chest bringing pain
Covering the floor in sin and stain
Our muffled breaths are brawling
As my will to live keeps falling
Brought down to my knees
Broken and beaten I plead...please
But an angel brought the kiss of death
With the scent of decay heavy on her breath
Vanished
As I walk through these gates ahead,
I am left, I am left; I am left behind.
In this cold world when there is nothing but regrets,
I fall to my knees to pray, all I can say is why?
As the beauty shines from up above,
I am alone in fields of thorns, waiting on a sign.
In a land of darkness, I am searching for true love,
But there is nothing out there to be found, all the flowers have died.
The roses I carry are wilting away,
The basket I made has holes throughout.
The hope I once had will never find me again
And as I fall I can no longer carry on, there is too much to doubt.
When I look up into the night sky,
All I see is an empty galaxy; we are alone in this life.
A single moon shines down upon me from way up high,
But I am without direction, because I am left broken
And I am without light.
My soul is calling out; wishes are the only words I have left.
I need to find myself a place where only I exist.
This place of humanity is without, all promises, never said.
As the darkness surrounds me I am buried by my regrets.
A haunting voice whispers in the wind
And I can hear the shadows calling my name.
A single whisper that is forever becoming,
Ten thousand voices; echoes remain.
Bones are all I have beneath my skin,
I have ejected all my feelings onto paper.
When the moon disappears behind a black cloud I begin,
To close my eyes, I vanish beneath,
The words that I shouted…into the never.
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My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay
When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene
My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?
Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense
My fear?
My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?
Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...
Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…
When I reached the surface I could smell their fear
From the depths of my dark they could sense I'm near
Their azure blue skies turned to darken sulky clouds
My cawing cacophony of followers, voiced their loud
Oh what pleasure it gave me knowing they'd find my goal
The darkened seeker sought, the last angel on their scrolls
Commotion, confusion abounded, taken to me was she
Silence was heard in her wings, now kneeling in front of me
Eyes of solemn righteous, now attract this leader of dark
As I stare into her pearly white, she views my wanting stark
To me now close in touch, thunderous clouds applaud my caress
Lightning strikes as I enter her world, in fall, her wings undress
Defrocked, taken forsaken, an incredible darkness now descends
Such power will emit when I surface again, can any race contend
Iv been praying, is anyone there?
Iv been praying, does anyone care?
I need some peace to balance the chaos
I need someone to hold a seance
I'm lost in the water, can't get free
Oh how I hate being me
The noise is loud, scary at times
The silence deadly with blurry lines
Not able to leave my house
My body moves slow as a mouse
My legs are heavy, almost locked
Everywhere I go there's an invisible block
Sitting in the window, music on
Smoking a cigarette In the sun
The heat warms the window , sounds of the cars
It's the calmest iv been, no thoughts of self harm
Curtains blocking me, I'm safe here
I'm so different from this time last year
Mania and physical illness leading the way
4 years now iv been in this pain
Iv been praying but none are answered
Some questions are best left unanswered
Iv got to get through this blackness
Iv gotta rid all this madness
Sitting alone in my window seat
I just wish I felt complete
So much to deal with, no way out
I wish I knew what all this was about
Amethyst
From the depths within the deepest wells
Amidst our friendship
A confection of sorts
The darkest of all that dwells
A blissful taste of blindness
Tends to saturate this darkness
Inside a living world of Hell
Spoken words that HATE is stirred
And so it goes as The Devil grows
A cauldron
Inside I fell
Wished to death and cast His spell
Naked eyelids from behind us fell
Bound in endless MADNESS
Damned to eternal SADNESS
Forsaken as He chimes His bell
For whom it tolls
Blackened spirits rose
And so it goes as The Devil grows
A resurrection of forgotten Souls
Shadows of faceless strangers
Dance and play in the face of danger
Silenced without a tongue to tell
Masquerading these dark secrets
Then we laugh as it's laced We drink it
With this knot I slipped into my hole
It's a Fairy Tale in the Hell we know
And so it goes as The Devil grows
With blood as my tears
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Whenever I have a dream,
I arise and start to scream.
Everything I see is about death,
I fear being the only person left.
My loved ones are all decease,
A big piece of my life will never rest in peace.
Slowly fading away from me,
Emptiness I feel in my heart and there you will see.
What is left of my soul died when I was born?
The spiritual part is now forever gone.
Floating away in the open wind,
Father, please forgive me I have commit a sin.
The mayhem and the buried I cast upon myself will never be removed,
The directions I am in will never be smooth.
The scar I have engrave inside of me,
Will forever show a unique side that is never free.
Runs throughout my body deep with in my skin,
Where it will not be able to mend.
Like one to three degree burns,
When giving life you must accept when it is your turn.
Since
I lost all those I love
even my little baby prince
to that heavenly place above,
my writing is my life and all;
from a dark pit I had to crawl
it took me from a vast ghost land,
my sweet MUSE took me by the hand,
now, in serenity I stand.
My writing is my life and all;
from a dark pit I had to crawl.
I pen words from a wounded soul,
my writing giving me release;
from inner talk that wants control,
words take me to a place of peace.
Writing is like breathing fresh air,
my words let me lay my soul bare.
Dark death I push away,
in lush green fields I lay;
yes, writing means more to me - since.
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June 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/More to Me Than Air
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1157-640-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Poem of the Day - June 19, 2019
Written for the contest, More To Me
sponsor, William Kekaula
Fourth Place