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Oh well here I go again,
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in,
entrapped in,
torn away from addiction,
destroy the tele…
vision they strive to force upon you,
its all false but you know I’m true.
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries,
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes
with which they hypnotize,
brainwash you with their lies.
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in,
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in
here in my pretty town,
the 910 deserves a crown.
East Coast I'm representing,
I promise you I am not venting.
High on that purple haze,
And still haven't slept for days,
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze,
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic,
use words like special tactics,
unmistakable like D'Jango,
or a peace signs' angle,
destroy the crave for war and struggle,
no need to explain all the trouble,
with places burstin’ into rubble,
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell!
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead,
kick and scream till my blood is shed,
let authorities know the message will be spread!
Put on a show with a little bit of passion
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head,
all this hatred should be dead,
what I'm saying must be said,
before the gauge goes into red.
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant,
like brothers boston what I speak
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint,
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint,
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort,
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty
that you will make it this far
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose,
makin ‘em wet.
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme,
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind,
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy,
continential catastrophe,
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace
sorry for the interruption,
don’t blame me for the corruption,
for now I'll put my words at ease,
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie,
just a tease.
04.27.2013
Form:
Thrill knowledge with the desire to spread
Ideals across heads like grains of sand
Sprinkle little rays of brightness
Into cups full of vanilla ice-cream
If the sun doesn’t sparkle
Then there is no one to blame
But one’s own eyes
Blind to the legacy that showcases it’s prize in the middle of the day
If the moon’s enchanting lullabies don’t soothe the soul
Open up the heart and let winds
Change the currents and ease the turmoil
Tealeaves soak in small kettles over the stove
Passionate inferno and a stream of serenity
Measured into china cups and a sugar lump in each
To put into a smile and a twinkle of the eye
Do the world a favor and breathe between bamboo shoots and bowls of rice
While Time runs his hand over the strings on the guitar
And plays Life a love song
Time is not eternally handsome or young
Life is not always bearing silk and jewels
But the hourglass keeps flowing and love grows despite the looks and pearls
Arpeggios play slowly while dusk draws further away and it’s another day
I could hold your hand and run forever through lanes of cherry blossoms
Racing towards storms of crimson flora that from a hurricane would be shamed
Falling down as I open my heart and let them rest in memoirs
Whispering secrets and thoughts that take a lifetime to say
But a second to realize
Mysteries never really bothered me
If everything was known then why should I blink
To renew tears for sorrow and tears of laughter
I’d love to know most of it but I’ll be fine if I die without knowing it at all
As long as I know how it feels to live then I’ll be fine
Molecular Biology and Genetic evolution and all terms fade
From textbooks and minds
Awakening dreams and aspire to devote themselves to dew drops
Disciples of a flawed world
Defects are perfect to judge the worth
Of perfection
Inside endless worlds there lies just a simple dew drop
Prisms reflect giving ideas of complex
Intricate weavings and deeper then deep thoughts
Everything to you has to be a little more then less
But less is maybe exactly what your looking for
Despite riches and greed infiltrating peace
I have more wealth in a glitter of an star
Then in a stock bond
Laugh it up and respire
To expire and depart this life
With handfuls of luminous memories inside of balloons to help one float up
Into the Sky
As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine
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(?) Maryna Tchianova 2016
Honourably devoted to George Gordon Byron,
The UK, the US and Ukraine,
with deep respect for all the aforenamed literatures and faith in the Ukrainian nation through the thick and thin.
Moments that flow/ magic moment.
Common and uneventful night, leading up to early waking up. Thanking. God to be alive another day with a smile, hoping my day gonna go good, deep thoughts I smile as I hoped to see you when I reach into work,
Good morning, should I go in the office or delay, crap, just go, standing in front of the mirror hugging her from behind, wow she’s so gorgeous paused. Just hug her.
cool deep breaths, move darn, finally moving closer holding you from behind close, my heart beating to the point that I can hear it myself. Calm d. Calm. Wow so amazing you feel so amazing, good morning. Not wanting to let go, have to tho, ah sad, oh well.
And so the day went on, smiles and close communication I’m loving today,
Heading into lunchtime. The walk was relaxing watching every motion every curve yep, life is amazing, back in the office, patty, and alone finally,
Loving the calm relaxing moment, standing she did gently passing by keeping my every gazed, door closed turned around wow, amazing in my head but not out loud, wow amazing breast, before my brain reacted I was already holding her small kiss on such magnificent breast, slow breathing I could die happy, lol. Earth to d, gently I move away, sitting back in my chair, passing again she did even slower, back to her seat, laying back, hand on her chest exposing a little skin wow. As I approached leaning forward lowering my head to rest my cheek on her breast, crap the lady just open the door, paused door closed, lost with no memory of my eyes were closed or open, our lips met, simply amazing, perfect if this is such a thing, the feeling that’s just magical, more on the breathtaking I’m sure I’m my case caz I lost all grasp of my surroundings forgetting I was in an office. After which I had no logical response or word of what just happened, just left me high and needing more to the point that I was high the rest of the day leading to the night. Wow, is all I still can say,
I see you every day now and it’s almost impossible to stay far from you, I don’t ever think life would have me needing what I should not have in the first place I’m loving it tho I must say.
Gazing at the Sky
Gazing at the sky on a summer night
With MYRIADS of stars shining sheer bright
Beside the LUNAR orb is sheer delight,
To my heart and mind an exquisite sight,
A scene I would ever wish to relish,
A picture I would take pride to cherish.
Lending an awfully attentive ear,
Dispelling all SLITHERING waves of fear
I can overhear LILTING songs of stars,
Though many a hundred light years afar,
So tuneful and melodious to hear
So harmonious, lyrical and clear,
Staring at the sky with still closer eyes
A NEBULA close to the stars up high
I can view, a swirling canvas full bright,
Painted with hues of cosmic dazzling light,
A shining seedbed for stars to take birth,
A SERPENTINE charm when viewed from the earth.
As I gaze at nightly sky from a couch
A sour PHOSPHOROUS taste pervades my mouth
And streams of deep thoughts CASCADE from my mind
As in the sky real joy I can`t find
As peering down my inner self procures
And scanning the depth of myself secures.
The inner self is a matchless art piece,
A fountain of true happiness and peace
A serene Nebula of sparkling light
That never fades, but day and night shines bright
Leads man to the rightful path in his life
And spares him from a stark Serpentine strife.
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
Race is to describe what fills up the space
It is a trivially descriptive and unstable concept
Like water, liquid or gas with no obvious context
The human race is synonymous with humanity
Which makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately
Witless people who talk crabs and craps tend to misuse
This four-letter word with bias, single-mindedness and hubris
It is basically grouping what one presumes, envisions or sees
Race means nothing, lees, dregs and slags with no sound gist
Fill in the blank, if you can
As we all know, first God created one man and one woman
I wonder who would disagree with this assessment
For procreation’s sake that a man and a woman
Form a couple to make babies or infants
Race means species. How many species did God conceive?
The Almighty Providence created Adam and Eve
I feel strongly that God solely cares about one race
The only one that he created in the Garden
On Earth was born somewhere in Africa
Like it or not, we are descendants of two Africans
I dare anybody to prove that I am incorrect or false
Next time somebody mentions or talks about race
Feel free to laugh as loud as one can in this person’s face
Real history is full of stories, theories, jokes, lies, guesses and farces
Nowadays in order to be politically correct, ‘men’ in plural, one would say
A man and a woman. Amen! We also know that ‘men’ love to divide
To conquer, to lie, to cheat, to invent and to betray with false pride
Keep on thinking deep! Let’s not stop until we comprehend the nonsense
Around you and me (humanity). Let’s protect the human race
Let’s not dissect and divide humanity, by inventing more races
In the wind, under the sun, the moon and the stars
Did God create many groups or species?
Let’s think deep, deep about the human race.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The loneliness is unbearable
The misunderstanding is crippling
All the years of active rejection
Slowly engulfing the being
How I thought them to be the worst
But it’s the passive rejection
That’s what’s really killing me
The quiet shunning of who I am
The subtle hints that I’m not invited
It’s quite evil really
Unaware of why,
My bitterness grows
Thus if I ask, they’ll point to a monster
The monster they themselves created
Once a wide-eyed optimist
Transformed by the continuous rejection
See, it initiates the group’s strength
Knowing they shared in the killing
Leaving the remains to the birds
Starved the soul is
Craving something
Anything, a heart can latch on to
But nothing is there
Everyone leaves
Deep thoughts, an empty stare
Drown myself in music and writing
And so it does heal
The slow, gentle numbing of the emotions
Of the deep pain I feel
Living through the art form
The only life I have
An outcast, the lone wolf
My loud howl from the top of the mountain
It’s impact felt only from within
Inclusion, I often question if that’s all I desire
Inclusion simply for the sake of inclusion
It’s not, but how pleasant it would be to finally feel it
Perhaps just until the right ones come along
My feelings are a dark empty abyss
I feel everything, and yet nothing
Impossible to express, as even I am unaware
I’m getting lost in my head again
Overthinking and zoning
Suppose it is explainable
As I haven’t gotten much sleep
Symptoms Of A Paralyzing Depression
Course through my veins
And I am aware of them
And I am scared of them
Yet what can I do, surely can’t tell anyone
How would I live with myself
So I’ll keep it to my own
Knowing my burdening of them, their cold pity
It would prove them right
All along, they knew I was a loser
This self-fulfilling prophecy always occurs
Labeled as a rebel, an outcast
A loser, a pariah
I want my feelings to be known, want them understood
Want them gently caressed
But it seems that will never happen
I am socially depressed
Form:
A Time For Us, Sonata
For our time has come when we walk side-by-side
and glance at each other with small talk and smiles
of deep thoughts of yesterdays
and not of things of tomorrow
as we both tighten the grips of our hands
we trace our feelings through our grins
consistently timed as our minds are one
accordingly, amidst the lull of our winks
we embrace, arms enwrapped to tender the moment
as we stopped our heads tilt as our lips touched the
the fullness of each other's breaths and taste our souls
then look lovingly deep into each other eyes and smile
repeatedly we would then walk e'er so slowly down
the park path passing others and acknowledging nods
and more smiles saying e'er so oft sweet nothings to
each other amidst the soft patter of our feet that is in
concertation of our heartbeats pulsating venation that
threads throughout our bodies and our lifeline to each
others true devotion and casting our cares to the side
relinquishing them like it were just yesterday's news,
talking with giddiness and paces often in strides or
perhaps not when in concerning conversation-worthy
of contemplation but not to the point of distress for
we will then better the moment that that subject matter
will resolve itself through clearer minds for this is not
much time for such and such, and no sooner said, we
return to more joviality and whatnots enjoying the
company of each other for this is that rare occasion
to entertain elder heads who possess younger hearts.
So now as we reach the halfway point of our rendezvous
as our arms swing e'er so gently, mild words in exchange
as we head back home knowing that
our lasting smile denotes the fact that
the consequence will revisit us once
again, . . . and again.
2020 January 26
*1st Place*
True Love
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
2020 January 28
*1st Place*
SONATA LYRICS
~~James Edward Lee Sr
2020 February 13
*4th Place*
Favourite Poem from January 2020
~~Julia Ward
A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly,
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts,
naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked
like the thinker, excretes waste from his body.
Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out
it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy
from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years,
won't be able to flush out.
That's why the toilet seat starts to crack,
and because overly abusing the lower body
the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit,
and that would be the entrance to the little hell.
If you see it from another angle, you can say that
the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which
will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia;
then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled.
It's rather interesting to watch life,
since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell
that is lurking somewhere in his body, though,
he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly,
unable to leave the toilet.
You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away;
you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it,
and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is
on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur
bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea.
You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst
of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though
you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying
a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and
invents odd phrases to show-off on your back.
Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell,
swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete
the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes
accumulated in the body for decades.