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“Speak from the heart”
What a load of crap
Cut straight to the point
did this all even matter?
From the start, the middle to that bitter-sweet end
A strange affair
A compilation of half-assed dates
Boring moments between two boring individuals
A couple of airheads
A blind trust formed by dimwits
Strangely normal, strangely plain
Formless wandering in a hollow husk
Dead, dirty skin flakes off my shoulders
Brain-dead is labeled across my head in bold
Casually tossing what remains out on the curb
I don’t seem to care
Remaining the same day by day;
“There’s always tomorrow,”
“I can’t reach the phone, try again tomorrow,”
“It will have to wait for tomorrow,”
“Today is not tomorrow.”
Monotony brought flowers to my door
You preached about Today when Tomorrow was yesterday
All those tears won’t get you anywhere
what made you sad, anyways?
Turning away from closed doors and shaken dreams
what were you fighting for, anyways?
There’s someone willing to bid a “Goodbye”
what are you waiting for, anyways?
It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing
Shaking my fists in anger
falling down a steep cliff
rising with the morning sun
crying on my knees
Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter
Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial
like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell
Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens
the photo prints Hell
Oh, such a horrid sight but I can’t find the will to look away
Find a way to kill me
I can’t stand this any longer
Death is my only resolve
It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing
Shaking my fists in anger
falling down a steep cliff
rising with the morning sun
crying on my knees
Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter
Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial
like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell
Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens
the photo prints dying
Oh, such a pleasant sight and I can’t find the will to look away
Find a way to kill me
I can’t stand the wait any longer
Death is my only resolve
When the clock strikes twelve
When the night is at its peak
When the dark has spread through the room
Striking down— a bullseye!
An invisible string was created from the beginning of time,
it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart
Invincible.
Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string,
drawing me closer to you
You are unaware of this, I love you
yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady
Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands
I am the last Unicorn in existence
Kings and nobles desire me for my horn,
for it can purify poisoned wells
and they know only you have power over me
Sweet virgin, all I ask is
one song to enchant my ears
one glimpse of your precious smile
one kiss from your ruby lips
one whiff from your perfumed dress
...a single stroke from your gentle hands
and I shall dream of you forever
Betray me not please by handing me to the men
Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once…
then set me free
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You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn,
every King has offered more than our beauty holds.
Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face.
Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity.
I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy.
Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind.
My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness.
With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness,
your strength will carry on.
Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise,
I reach out to touch your radiance once a year.
Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more!
Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet.
I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap.
My Unicorn of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share,
as we got lost in each others stare.
I will ride with you and never betray your existence.
Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~
My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity.
Bathe with me throughout my immortal long and healthy life.
I'll sing you a song good night.
Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet.
One kiss with my red ruby lips!
I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see.
"If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you!"
**a collaboration with pd ^_^!
Prologue:
For whoever think story telling is that easy,
Would properly from this hilarious incident,
scene or whatever you might call it, would know is not.
*****************
Just some couple of months ago, I was invited
by a friend who knows me too well, back then in
school as a funny guy and story teller and so he taught this
night, that his grand pa (who is a famous story teller
of his village) had fall sick, I would be in a better position
to cover up for his father's so called responsibility
to his people. "For he (my friend's father, Williams) is a good story teller.
But what about me who has never faced
the ample crowd with my 'cripple' tale unless sharing it with friends?" I mumbled.
In the middle of this enigma, my friend, John called me to the hot seat
to tell my tale to the unbearable crowd of adolescence.
"God why am I here this day... But it shouldn't have been this day" I retorted.
The barbarian noise from the seats infront of me showed that truly I was
in the middle of something and not lost...
"Uncle tell us a story!... Brother tell us a story!" the crowd shouted.
This day, I needed a free moment but they couldn't let me be.
"Once upon a time" they heard me said and they all resited.
" I am sorry, I am sorry let me restart it all over again".
Now in old man's voice, I told my tale before them:
"Once upon a time,
In our mothers' womb, when she
Ate, we ate. Goodnight!"
They all cannot but burst to laughter while I stood and walked to the room with my
shame.
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Anything after good night means nothing more till the next day.
Maybe I escaped the night by dissatisfying the emotions of those children,
in that scene, what about my friend?
"Have I not brought shame to John's family? Did I do the
right thing that full moon night?". My heart beats!
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Epilogue:
Not even do the audience remember or care to ask me: (In kid's voice)
"What if my mother do not eat while in my pregnancy, what will happen to her?" or
probably care to tell me: (Back to old man's voice) "What lesson they have derived from
the tale before their departure... Oh! No sorry, my bashful departure from their sight."
Note: The tale: "Once upon....Goodnight!" is a Haiku form of poetry.
Have you ever had something happened to you that scared you out of your wits? I have. It
all began on my birthday last year. (This is not a true story, by the way.)
April 1st, 2009. 8:00PM
My mom threw a huge birthday party for me, everyone in the family was there. A few hours
after the party, my mom was invited to dinner with her new boyfriend. She was going to say
no because she didnt want to leave me alone for my birthday, but I love her too much to
have her give it up. An hour later, my mom and Ray were heading out for dinner. When they
left, I went up to my room, laid flat on my bed, and fell asleep.
10:00PM
Two hours later, I heard a crash coming from downstairs. It woke me up with a jolt going
down my spine. I grabbed my flashlight which was on my dresser, and headed down the
stairs. I checked out the living room, nothing was wrong. I checked out the hallway, nothing
was wrong. Then I walked into the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in place. Just as I
started turning out the door, I noticed somethig odd in the corner of my eye. In the knife
rack, a knife was missing. I searched around the kitchen but could not find the knife. I
ignored it and went back upstairs, back to sleep.
11:00PM
My mom came back from dinner. She screamed up to me saying, "I'm back from dinner. I'm
gonna get some sleep. Good night, and happy birthday."
12:30AM
Later that night, I heard the crash again. It sounded like it was coming from the basement.
So I grabbed my flashlight, raced downstairs. I first ran into my mom's room to make sure
she was alright. She was perfectly fine. Then I ran to the basement and looked around. A
lightbulb had fallen from the ceiling and broke on the ground. I swept it up with a broom, and
put it in the garbage can. I started to climb the stairwell once again, and there I saw it. There
was the kife sitting on the middle of the floor in a pool of blood with red footprints walking to
the closet. I picked up the knife, slowly walked to the closet. The closet was inches away
from me. I could hear a gasp of breath coming from inside. I closed my eyes, swung open
the door and stabbed away. I could feel the blade penetrating something, but what? I opened
my eyes, and realized what I had just done. Apparently, my mother was back from dinner,
and here lies her dates.
I'm Heavier than the walls of a writers block
Hotter than a favelas summers clock
I'm Rougher than sand paper, hanging on a carpenters sock
Distanced like lands separated at sea
step in these 11 and a half's , so i can show you what it takes to be free.
You once said it still hurt! I was dead!
You once said love, and i ****ed up.
I wish you would of read,
Me , as cool and empty as my breathe and lungs.
I should have woke up when your love rung.
I shouldn't lose, but it feels right to fail.
In war and love their is no mercy in this jail.
For us id move the gun for the canine to score,
yet, I've never met a person id try losing for.
"I got the blues ladies and gentlemen.
A round of an applause for our fine men playing tonight.
I have a love story to tell you about.
Its a bout a fine man, who was no different from you.
Yet, this man was a whole lot different."
He was strong, with a vision holding his nuts and nothing mattered.
So even the liquid couldn't get to his bladder
Maybe a brother, maybe a son, maybe a close friend,
it doesn't matter who or what only when it ends.
There comes a time in a mans life, where he is living and not looking.
It is then where he feels free and forgets about her first cooking.
In you i have faith my god, my mother and father.
It isnt much to say,
its just doesn't feel right to still feel love in 100 shades of gray
Im lifting the writers walls and cooling the sun with the moons clouds.
Ill pray i never lose this much.
Life is good, but shell never answer to tell me why she was so out of touch
No time, nor dimension,
can show what hes feeling,
another day it may be easier to take a break from this grieving.
Good night ladies and gentlemen,
i just pray you show her this note tonight.
Giving me a breathe, gazing into this uneasy nyc sight.
Ive learned to live without air and only with my memories of the world ,
you were so beautiful and pure on the first date as u smiled and twirled
"By then the young man turned into a gray angry man,
no tear could he drop,
Its then the girl played the music of love and he finally let his ego drop"
The heavens opened up and gave the young man reason to live,
she was back again, and he was stoned and passive.
Trying to catch his mental, he grabbed her tight, he lost his mind for one more time
to never forget her smell on that Bronx night.
Form:
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
The Sea of Galilee aint in Texas
good lord I truly love just walking that sea
nobody else will join us in Texas
and that's why I'm heading to Tennessee
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
I'd be playin' that pie-an-no
in Texarkan-NADA Dry
upside-down that panhandle
Flori-DUH, I know why
Galveston aint New Orleans
it's nigh Corpus Christi Highs
not about the school's teachings
not score floored football guys.
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
Be on the loose with Canadian Goose
in OttawA-LOHA calls
We EarthShake -N- VolcanoBake
surfin' Viagra Falls
We all know Zen our hospital friend
where he says good night as you rest quite awhile
Fished and caught an Elk, shot a rainbow--killed a trout,
for that's, indeed, CHICAGO style!
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
We crack wide open folks were smokin',
golden age just sizzlin' Pan-DUH bear rugs,
I'll-Ask-'um, should-know, south of Catchy-Can-Can
[Translate only] (Alaskans, Juneau...Ketchikan)
I'll heed you Vice ... ere Good-buy, bail those lugs,
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
Map--my, what will they think of next?
All those Ex's down in Texas!
(*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*) (*)v(*)
Part Two
Do you remember your run-up to the crease
your Lindwall-delivery dragging the clasping flannel round hobbled boots
your anger
at the wicket that went on a no-ball
Do you remember your opening bat
that snicked the runs to leg and off
which dozing umpires signalled as byes from pads
Do you remember Brigitte
her perky bobtail
her boucles of prancing hair
lances on her forehead
sickles on her verti-vir-ginous temples
Where are the bridges you have crossed
and those you had planned
and those you saw grow pebble by pylon and cementing stone
where the roads you laid
up virgin forest and limestone
Where indeed the buildings you repaired
erected
re-erected and razed
and the thousands and thousands of miles
you rode the wild seladang of the primeval jungle
hand on hump
with no stars in the paly night to guide you
through venomous blukar
and the boiling green torture
seared deep into your burning entrails
these that now have run out on you
Watch now how the river glues under your fuming stare
when the monsoon torrents sweep the knock-knee-ed pylons to a side
those dry as split-bark legs of yours
itching once too often in comforting company
though a little spindly for a Pied Piper
Yet you made the puppety Peninsula run
down drains and monsoon pipes
to a purge-full sea
Who is there now who wouldn't wake to your fits of irrupting gurgly merriment
to ease the tension
amongst unlikely fellows
Who who wouldn't miss your seething whiteheat glee
at his side
You who knew how to accompany Kay and Richard
up to the closed door of your last night
a very good night on your lips
Your opening bat's duty done
the side shored-up in safekeeping
the last fast breathless ball you faced
nicking the bails off
You needn't return to the pavilion
for the standing ovation goes on
for you Bala
long after the cloddy-stumps lie slain on the tiled floor
© T.Wignesan 1993 August 8, 1993 - Paris [from the collection: back to background material, 1993]
Good morning future.
Good morning past.
Good morning today:
Could you make me laugh?
a sincere laugh
it's been too long
or even a cry
I've been too strong
it's hard to admit
how easy it is to confess
when shame introduced herself
she wore the sexiest dress
Hello tree branches.
Hello sky.
I'm waiting for you cardinals
to catch my eye.
you can remind me of
my dear ma and pa
they admire you so much
they had their cat declawed
and I'd declaw myself
if I'd be forgiven
if I could bury my shame
I'd still be diggin'
I'm thankful for this
house someone built.
Thanks to all the cows
who provide me milk.
when I was a child
I wanted a calf
when we drove by a farm
it'd make my mother laugh
and now the shame's marinated
cooked in seasoning
it's not a convictable crime
so how's that for reasoning
Good night angels.
Good night ghosts.
Good night late night
talk show hosts.
I'm off to dream
so wish me luck
against those wicked nightmares
that wake me up
cuz if Annette arrives
I'll be sad as hell
like an empty-handed boy
at show and tell
Good night the thoughts
written on this page;
you're the evidence
there was a today.
and tomorrow's a treasure
I'll try to find
I'll keep to myself
but I'll be real kind
and if the world can forgive me
for being scared and weak
maybe I'll be less afraid tomorrow
to go to sleep
Good night Annette;
I still love you.
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough
to ask how you do.
but it hurts too much
and the consequences are ruthless
I'd endure the torment
if it wasn't fruitless
and I'm sorry Sally
I should just think of you
after all I'm tryin'
to love you too
Good night stars.
Good night moon.
All my wishes
will be leaving you soon.
They'll come back to Earth
like an aeroplane
filled with passengers
running away from pain
that they couldn't accept
that they couldn't defeat
a plane filled with people
just like me
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Tonight....10:30 PM....
I can't think straight...ahhhh!
My heart is thumping with love-coated hate! Ahhhh...
The chirping pests get louder and more obnoxious than ever
COULD YOU STOP THAT RACKET?
Shhhh! Dead silence.
The chattering twerps project their voices to the highest extent
COULD YOU PLEASE KEEP YOUR BEAKS SHUT?
ZEEP. DEET! ZEEP. DEET! Commotion fills the apartment.
ZEEP..BLEEP..DEET! Ah! I think I'm going nuts...quiet down...now!
Will you guys stop making noises and sleep for cat's sake
SH! SHHH! SHHHHH! Don't make me scare you!!
Why aren't you brats shutting up? Could you all give me a break!!!!
Do you guys mind?
I'm trying to sleep...I have school tomorrow!
Could you guys find
Another way to communicate...'cause you'll see me building up in anger and you'll know
I mean business... I mean serious business. c:
So don't go there, birds...just do a quiet activity with your herds
Of buddies and your big-beaked turds...
Thanks a lot...now I have a major headache!!!!!!!!!
Don't test my fury...robins! finches! I can still hear your peeps!
Could any of you keep your chirping to a low volume for heaven's sake??!!
Don't bother me...mockingbirds! nightengales! I can't stand your beeps!
The chattering pests get a bit bothersome...then my irritation gets ever so worse...oh, it gets more hideous...more revolting
COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND SLEEP?!
Good night!! Dead silence.
ZEEP! ZEEP! ZEEEEP! - I shake my head...pissed off to the point when I'd tie their beak shut
Hello? DID you hear me? Go to sleep now!!
The commotion ceases as my comfort approaches me...then I sleep in an instant
THANK GOD THOSE BIRDS AREN'T CREATING RACKET
Deet...Zeep...Deet...Zeep...and they rest in gratisfying slumber
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The next day....6:00 AM....
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ZEEEEP!! DEEP! ZEEEP! DEEP!
Thanks for being my weekly alarm clock!
How alarming...my phone alarm didn't go off today!
Thanks for doing something productive, twerps! Now my life isn't full of dismay!
Just STAY silent, you pestering jerks!
Just stay put in the cage...and don't make foolish quirks!
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-DEDICATED to my silly pet finches-
I hide from nothing , but the world itself ,
Not interested in its so called worldly wealth .
Lost to me
All that I ever did see
What I once thought I could be
To what I have to this day become .
Grasping at memoires , of where I once came from.
For myself,the name I wanted to make.
The chances I now hesitate to take
Eyes blurred from all that I ever saw
When did I ever walk within the law
Fought till bloody and bruised
Broken down beaten till half confused
Back starting to bow
Age passes faster than you know.
What you wish you could of held on to,
Maybe it's the reason I still feel blue
At which point did I forget that I must grow
The age that I know I now show
Passes before my eyes
Memories of yesterday , showing how the time really flies
Love , hate
Never to late
Being the predictor , of my own fate
Closing my eyes dreaming of love out there , somewhere lost.
The heart never fails to pay the cost.
Gone are the comforts of a good night sleep
Can anything ever be really for keep.
May my heart never again weep
The vision that fades making it hard to now see
What I truly wished to one day be
I hope I don't lose my way
Or the words I want to say
To be locked within the mind
Only the memories of yesterday can you find
No more words can I think to say
Watching as the world from which I hide, slowly fades to gray
In the darkness I searched for my own way
Each passing yesterday become one less tomorrow
How many more days of life can I borrow
When it all ends in sorrow
Hold the very heart you feel beat
Cause always ,there's a chance the reaper is waiting there to greet
Life still bows with such great sorrow
Realizing there never will be another tomorrow
What will that ever change..
What things might you rearrange
Or go blissfully into the unknown
Rising above the fear you have shown
Darkness replaces the light
Fades away , does the will to fight.
From a babe to a old soul seems in a blink of an eye
So you are born surly just to die.
Time runs out .tick bloody tock
No after life at the end of this clock
No flaming lakes of fire
Not that easy , when your clock hits expire
A bright light appears
Now comes the time everybody truly fears.
Simply nothing you can even do
You have found the end is but the beginning, of life anew