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Now I lay me down to sleep, my woman close and tight in my arms I need. There in
the soul I am lost but no without. My comfort void but needs to which fills the
night. My dreams endless but in hopes I live on. It is my last breath I feel
before my eyes close in darkness. My heart beats once in time of passions
passing. The love torn as if run through a briar patch it leaves blood stain
trail. But in strength it can not be beaten as it stands strong of life's
experience. It is of my heart I cry the tears I do but none the less I am still
a man with flaws of flesh you see. But it is my heart my soul lives and die. But
of life I fight and struggle to stay alive. For what reason, I have no reason
why. All I know, is I am only human cause that's the way my spirit was sent in
life. Even that of an animal his path is choosen before entering this world.
That no matter what the cause, life is not easy you see. That even the animal
can die of life's pain and torture and lost of no one there to hold him tight.
But even that of our souls we both fight the same. We all just want be love and
care for by someone deep. But we just want to live to love in life before we see
them skies of blue. But know I love you even to my death I die and bury with me.
That this day I fight just to be a part of your life. But just to be I dream
this night of sleep.
When you left me,My new world began
I started to feel alive again
That was when you left me
you were waiting me to collapse
You thought I will beg you to come back
But baby I'm done with that
I wonder what you would feel
When you left me not knowing that the smile was on my face
I wanted to see that look in your eyes
I wanted to haha in your face and turn around
I wanted to enjoy the flavor of your angry looks
I wanted to make sure that you knew forever you lost
I wanted to see when the lion inside you turns to a cat
I wanted to feel that I'm winning this bloody fight
I wonder how you felt when it hit you in the head
that you made a mistake in leaving me this time
When you knew I would let you go fast
Oh poor you, you are not used to that
I know I'm fine and okay
as long as you are far away
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
I'm stuck between two choices. Is it this, or is it that?
So much weight rides upon my back.
A pack mule to the world, and a slave to my envy.
Staying faithful to people, desiring no glory.
Yet I fight to stay on my journey. As others sit, and write my story.
Nothing flashy do I seek. Nor do I seek an audience with the king.
For heavy is the head that wears the crown, and there is never a soul
To help lift you from off the ground. Nor does anyone hear you, when you make a sound.
The throne is a seat, in which one may not rest their feet, and in all truth, it never seems complete. Relaxed for the moment, on guard for the next. A life of ease, with unseen rest.
A simple test to a mindless quest, yet still we give our very best. Only to be beaten Beyond regret, and mocked by those who seem to be the true elect.
One may tell a joke, while the other begins to choke. And when it all burns down
I wonder what lies beyond the smoke, or what rumors will a dead man provoke!
And though my words may not pass this iron gate, I make my stand, and thus do I
Celebrate, for I hope to remove the hate, and watch the world turn and calibrate.
As pride and joy join together, we must sit and remind one another that even though times are rough, we can still stand tough, hold our heads high, and never give up!
If you think you can fight Christ
Now walk and work on your own light
Or dark without any support, religion
Without hurting any or otherwise.
Know your mind not the matter
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not with alliance
For manipulation but elevation.
When you wanna make a prey
Make sure you're looking up
Not down that's the weak and quickie's
You know what happens when
A goat is trying to prey
A lion just BC of love, impossible
Fight what you can overcome
Be fearless don't mean
You should burn yourself ablaze.
We ain't going backwards but
Forward onward and farther
Upward not downward deceased
Stagnant without direction
retribution journey not threat
But caution for actions and deeds.
Christianity promoting light
Christ light pure consciousness
Truth, for a man to attain
One need to Walk in faith
Walking and working
In your light and path
For God in growth for change.
Can one grow and establish business
A day on your own without connection
Can you be successful today without
Taking action even amidst uncertainty??
Religious war a distraction for exploiting
Krist lies dark lume ruin lust miscreant
Matters over mind true source, original creator
Just self reliance and deceit without resources
Claiming creature without creator but nature
Blaspheming love, faith and oneness not source
Blur vision attained imagination disruption delusion
mind reliance prophets of the dark, shadowing
Manipulating Breaking the good and kind hearten.
Criminology, wars threat and partiality corporate
Sentimentalism over purpose driven optimist
Discrimination over discernment, maneuver
Being desperate for power over another
Supremacy over authenticity rulers of dark world
There is nothing done in the dark without light
The Gardner is watching armed for harvest.
When you have a rusty, outdoor table.
Hurting on the step.
Take a lake relaxation.
And moonlight spinning growth.
When you are the person on the home side.
They could have given you a little sip…
Except that they can’t control how far that line extends.
How far it does…
When you have hurt, trembling,
That wasn’t so much.
The money on the counter had to go sometime.
So the growth moves up the stalk.
In the pain, freely, writhing.
There’s something distracting in her hair.
But fighting isn’t real.
I could have been in a fight if I dreamed.
Trying to describe the person.
Have too many people who are.
Then she had eyes, again.
That’s what they give you.
On the lake.
When you expect a lake to be there.
The 26 dollars in my pocket.
As much as the lake itself.
House for house wall for wall and crumb for broken crumb
We fight like Stalingrad with nothing left to salvage
For honour glory power and some ‘god’ or other
Ypres Gallipoli Aleppo Damascus and ruin’s rubbles blights plain sight
Can we not fight for loving kindness and devout compassion’s grace
An eye for an eye until there is no needle left and the haystack
Towers like a smouldering inferno over sanity and common sense
Dogma for dogma ideology for broken dreams in tatters
Mother of all Wars and Nations on the grounds of greed and hatred
Lost children lie in crippled parents’ vanished arms and hearts and souls
Broken bones and shattered forlorn essence splintering humanity
. . . Ashes strewn on the altar of self-righteousness
. . . Splattered brains and crumbling crumbs
. . . Poppies rest easy on bone meal and rotting flesh
29th May 2019
I spoke with truth — no veil, no guise,
No games behind another’s eyes.
No shadows cast, no whispered name,
Just open words, without the blame.
A fleeting glimpse, a passing grace,
One moment time cannot erase.
No reply, no echo sent,
Yet still, my heart was never spent.
I bled my soul into quiet rhyme,
Etched it in verse, defying time.
The world may read what I once kept,
But only I know where it wept.
They say, "No one could love so deep,"
Yet some affections do not sleep.
Unseen, unheard, still fiercely true —
A silent love the world once knew.
So much was left unsaid, unheard,
A thousand thoughts without a word.
And still I hoped — in quiet ache,
That someday fate would let hearts wake.
"I’ve written lines that stretched the sky,
But none could ever tell you why."
It feels like dreaming in the light,
A wish that glows just out of sight.
I dare not wake, I fear to part,
For you're the echo in my heart.
I wished for something pure and rare —
A bond no time or change could tear.
But stories don’t all end with grace,
Some vanish, lost in empty space.
Yet in each tear, and every fight,
A hidden truth begins to light.
We sometimes break what we adore,
And love walks out an open door.
It started small — a spark, a glance,
The kind of fate that dares romance.
But threads unravel, moments go,
And not all hearts can hold what grows.
Were it not for storms and pain,
Perhaps the bond would still remain.
But even rain can leave behind,
A garden blooming in the mind.
Not every dream survives the dawn,
Some linger when the night is gone.
Yet every memory, sweet or sore,
Still echoes love — and nothing more.
To care for one and let them be,
Is love in its purest clarity.
Not as mine, but still admired,
A soul my own has long desired.
So here’s my wish — the last, the true:
That joy and light may follow you.
Though paths diverged, though stars declined,
A part of you will stay with mine.
You were the chapter undefined,
A start, an end — both misaligned.
Yet even if you’re never mine…
You are, and were — my last divine.
WISH SOMEBODY WOULD HAVE TOLD ME
Nobody told me it would be like this;
This thing called love the poets write about.
I thought we’d always share a life of bliss
‘Til death us part; I never had a doubt.
It seemed so easy, watching Mum and Dad,
Sweethearts at school and sweethearts evermore.
How could we ever let things turn so bad
That we’ve forgotten how things were before?
We always used to talk when things went wrong
And never let the sun set on our rage.
We haven’t really talked for far too long.
Perhaps it’s time to turn another page
So sit with me and talk throughout the night
We can’t throw this away without a fight
11th March 2023
Pick-a-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
4/19/21
This goes out to whoever
I got to do better
And keep it together
Blinded by it
The reason why I buy it
Can't deny it
I continue to try it
For a period of time, I was able to fight it
Gone past the point of needing to hide it
It's there for the taking
But not if you continue waiting
Through this journey, I've been painstaking
Even though at times it was backbreaking
And really heartbreaking
Occasionally Earthquakes the cause of the Earth shaking
Made a lot of poor choices, despite all the decisions and money making
They thought it was ghosts that I was chasing
To me it was intoxicating
They continue debating
Towards others often shading
I have a difficult time relating
Got enough problems on my own I'm facing
Mind often wanders
Continually I ponder
Holding on longer
Getting stronger
Displaying honor
Still drinking lagers
The land occasionally copper
And the waters
Have guppies or monsters
From here to yonder
I've got a lot to offer
And can prosper
Unless I continue to squander
And think 'why bother'?
Paying no respect to the All-Father
Before I'm a goner
Certain things just can't be bought
The community is divided or they quickly flock
They continue to stir the pot
There's been a lot of talk
Most of which was crock
The truth came as no suprise or a shock
Can not stop the clock
If there's one thing my mom taught
It's that you can be hateful or not
As well as grateful or not for what you got
Comfortable or in a tight spot
If necessary, getting it done at all costs
As opportunity continually knocks
Stood atop
A dock
While in deep thought
Drinking another one and taking a shot
As life continues on or begins to rot