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The Malkavian..Part 1
His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming
The doctors sent in talked of hope and healing
The drugs administered only made him more demented
Cementing the feeling, that his life is just an echo
Of the endless, timeless, all consuming screaming
His best friend is a dis-proportioned bird appropriately named Buddy
Who’s monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being
Though not potent enough to stop the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stared into the emptiness of nothingness contemplating the beauty of its
existence
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite define
It's hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles haven’t dropped to the appropriate
level
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in mindless task of mass mayhem
It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn't’t save him
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prisons and medications
Meditations and mantras had given him a sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming and maybe even end it
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Four years preparing and plotting the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flame fueled by an accelerant
Raced through the halls up the walls and killed all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what seemed like and instant
Such little time to search through the bodies looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth floor clinging to the bathroom faucet
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of nurse Denise
And to his amazed mind he was astonished to find the screaming was silenced
Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain
My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still
Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived
But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio
Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green
These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.
Happy though I am for you I must still complain
Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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Life is filled with God’s beauty
The everyday beauty which surrounds us
And the pure beauties in a friend like you
The warmth in your smile
The compassion in your eyes
The invisible wings on your back
God’s angels surround us
An angel for each one of us
Invisible only to our lack of faith
The purity of God’s character is portrayed through friendship
Painting a masterpiece of angels
Composing a symphony of love
Every life is a portrait of God Himself
But those with wings are a constant echo of His love
Those like you
You reached out to me
Touched my heart and took my hand
Entwining our lives forever
The path through life is one I could never walk without you
You have touched my life in so many ways
My angel and best friend
The bond created is indescribable
Your meaning to me is unexplainable
But without you I would be nothing
As life fades to dust
Forever in my heart you shall remain
Our unbreakable friendship everlasting
Trough our words and memories
We will dance hand in hand for all eternity
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This is an extremely special poem for someone who means the world to me. Simone
Jenneke, it is a blessing to have you in my life. I could never have asked for a better friend.
You give my life meaning and hope. Thank you for who you are and for what you have done
for me. Without you, life would not be worth living. I love you more than you could ever
know.
Tons of love,
Amy, ***
We've known each other from the start.
Now it is time to separate and part.
It has been the greatest thing, having you as a brother.
If I had a choice, I would never choose another.
We were divided once before, when you had a girlfriend.
We were apart for years, time that together we did not spend.
I understood how you felt about her, so I cut you some slack,
but 13 years later I feel great because you're back.
So for this little amount of time, it is us again,
I will always accept you, no matter where you've been.
Having you in my life is the greatest thing ever.
All the moments we have together, can not be rivaled whatsoever.
We lost one brother, he is with us no longer,
but out of our struggles, we grow stronger.
We have dealt with the good and bad times,
but together we face the mountains the other climbs.
Now I have to face one of my biggest fears,
letting you move away and not seeing you for years.
When we talk, you won't be in the next room,
so our everyday talks, become rare and full of gloom.
I'll tell you one thing, that I have not any other,
that I am proud to sit here and call you my brother.
The best moments of my life are with us two,
you are not even gone, but I already miss you.
I know we'll see each other again,
I just wish it was sooner than then.
I know I shouldn't but I have to cry.
I hate seeing you leave, saying good-bye.
4/28/11
'Twas an emotional movie portraying the saga of a loveable chump.
'Twas about a hapless lad by the curious name of Forrest Gump!
He overcame handicaps that from birth were to be his plight,
And it seemed that everything he did, eventually turned out right!
He acted bravely when he saved the life of Lieutenant Dan.
From that point, a lifetime of devotion and friendship began!
Naive though he was, somehow Forrest always achieved,
Notable, of course, was the Medal of Honor he received!
Alas, he was wounded in a somewhat delicate place!
But he accepted this and other reverses with amazing grace!
When Forrest became wealthy from his shrimp boat enterprise,
He gave Bubba's Momma a generous check, much to her surprise!
His life turned out pretty well, after all was said and done.
He married his first love, Jenny, who gave him a little son!
He'd heard an axiom his Momma taught since he lay in a bassinette:
"Life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you'll get!"
Gump's role was handled masterfully by Tom Hanks of movie fame,
And it heaped upon his brow well-deserved honors and acclaim!
Mister Hanks will be long remembered for his remarkable role,
And the attributes of the indomitable American spirit it did extol!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Amy Green's "Choose One - Have Fun" Contest - July 2010
Resurectoin knows no bounds with you Lord!Plain is me but great is my reward!Your
salvation is the blood of your love and the faithful you reward!May 777 be written
on my forhead for eternity!May my life be a testimony unto you lord and father!Itell
you that your Father is my Father oh,Christ!My Father Johovia please there are
rightous ones here,I am thine Angel Father!Never will I stray!Never will I give up on
pruity and faith!Never will evil trimuph against your annoited!My faith is you Father
and my blood is your blood!Going into life I feared for them Father not myself!Guide
me great Johovia,greet me every moring!I am thine faithful and do great works with
faith alone!Love me Jesus and hold my hand daily and I will live for you!Sounds of
beautiful music and the pruity of the soul I miss oh,FatherI crave thy warmth
Johvia,great God arise too me and show them my your beautyand may they feel the
pruity of thine own soul great Holy spirit!Live my life for me,breath into my nostrils
when I am dead bringing back too life!Love them as you love me your pure and
faithful!Thou eyes are as pure clear lighting!Love me Father when they lock me
away!Let your people find me father!Let evil be destoyed in the name of
rightousness!You are rightous in every way.everyday is your Father!Love me Father!
Form:
A huge part of life whilst growng up
large part of lfe, right from a bairn,
i was fragile,like fine bone china tea cup
but i put on a front and wouldn`t learn
That i was in most ways differant from you
looking back now,you had it so hard
i probably had no idea, not a clue
the extent of things, that were on your cards
My friend,your life has been mapped out
your angel in the sky will be looking down
of how you you have coped and no doubt
the extent that you`ve dealt with not a frown
Life stays still for no man, neither woman
you came through the test with flying colour
you have a grandchild to prove, maybe more coming
and now all good things, i hope will follow
Wrote with heartfelt love inspiration
Sonsor Dedicated to my best friend D.J.Allison
michael hornschuch..
Contest
Ode to a friend
There are those,
who say their your friends.
But when things goes south,
They run away.
Very many,
of so called friends,
that I had.
To many to count.
But those who stay.
Stay with ya thick and thin.
Even when you gave up,
they still stock you back in.
Those are once in a life time.
Once in a blue moon.
But their out there,
and they will show up.
I have few friends of these.
That I go to,
when I have,
no one else to.
I haven't treated them fair.
As Fair as they should.
For I go crazy,
and my mind goes beyond.
They bring me back,
and show me,
right,
from wrong.
I appreciate them,
more than words alone.
I would give my life for them.
Or a couple of hours to listen.
They don't know,
that their mostly,
All I have on,
on this Island so bad.
I appreciate all they do.
And Wish to give back.
But its not about,
how much you give.
Just by being there,
is enough.
I hope,
I pray.
That I can be there for them.
Showing them that I do care.
Form:
People meet people as their paths cross
The trend is for this so there is no loss
People need people to help them along
People need their friends and to belong
Life has a habit of helping us meet
Lots of new people for us to greet
Sometimes people they move away
Others are for life and always stay
You could meet a new friend anywhere
Hobbies and interests you find you share
Connections can be made down at the pub
Or in a café while eating some grub
Some friends are made while still at school
They sometimes drift away as a rule
Friends can be true or they can be fake
They never give much and always take
True friends you find are there all the while
They cry with you and smile when you smile
Meeting new people as you go on living
Loving them all and the love they are giving
Working all day with people who connect
Colleagues are there but friends you select
Throughout life you win some and lose some
Connections in abundance before life is done
He took his time and made his mind,
now he talks in front with spectacles on -
“This is not a way of life - it’s the way I am.”
So the line goes; and being sarcastic
makes him feel good, like a pat on his
square-model shoulders.
He glanced at the sun, noticed it’s early
so he lingers and walks like forever -
“It is not fashion babe, it’s passion!”
So he proclaims! And comments, rants,
insults with pure joy and pride - like
a panelist in one of those ramp realities.
He decided to go. Erased the colors off,
brought the curl down and took it all off.
“This is life - we have to live it garl!”
There he winks and checks for extra
make-up on his face. Then walks out,
away to the center of the city; he walks.
He’s here at last. Two hours late or something…
I can’t take that against him, no - ‘coz it’s him
who taught me how to skinny dip under the stars
and it’s him who taught me how to eat sarcasm.
(…and I’ll gently take the tiara off of him.)