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I hate it being on point.
My guts they go so tight.
I don"t know what i"ll do,
if i really have to fight.
I creep along the path,
the jungle is so dense.
There is hardly any noise
and the heat is so intense.
My shirt sticks to my back
and my eyes are stung with sweat.
There is not any part of me
that is not soaking wet.
My nerves are jingling bad.
This fear of mine"s a sin.
It must not take control,
i cannot let it win.
I manage one more step,
when the heavens start to rain.
Then Hell joins in as well
and i feel a piercing pain.
My eyes are wide with shock
as my body hits the ground.
The sky is bright, lit up,
in a cacophony of sound.
My fingers feel my blood
and it fills me full of dread.
I am losing so much now
that soon i will be dead.
I have just become a number,
a statistic for the press.
Or even propaganda
to end this bloody mess.
My tour of dutys over.
I did my country proud.
Now they send me home
covered in a shroud.
This small town boys a hero.
Around my toe a tag.
my only badge of honour
inside this body bag.
I"d been here twenty weeks,
a war had to be fought.
But the saddest part of all
is i did not fire a shot.
You have to serve your country,
but let us tell the truth.
Nothing justifies
the killing of your youth.
So let"s salute them all.
For nothings ever won,
and let us not forget
the Mothers of these sons.
But the saddest point of all
and the burden we all share.
Is that everybody knows
that Governments just don"t care!
There now, that got that off my chest.
Devils deadly dime
The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.
A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme.
Now the world is measured by my blood level.
The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!
He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny,
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.
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The stubborn brain, never listens to what I say,
worse yet; he doesn’t want to say a word,
what drove him into this sullen mood?
It really doesn’t matter however,
if he is in a good or bad mood because I have a heart
which is comparable to, even better than the self-opinionated brain,
the absolute rationalist; the heart is flexible, she understands whole,
she comforts everyone who comes and asks for her aid.
Don’t be too serious about life, all you need to do is:
cry your guts out if sad, stumble and toss when in agony,
in delight hug anyone passing by and dance,
if happy, laugh loudly at the sky,
life, then, take its course as to its’ own accord
if brain opens the mouth somehow, he blabs nonsense,
his preposterous outpouring is beyond tolerable,
so it’s much easier to endure his silence than
that ridiculous gibberish.
No matter how cleverly you wrapped yourself
proud with loneliness, brain! sitting on a drifting cloud
looking down as if to remain aloof from all others; since we all
are destined to die, to live with for the writhing heart’s emotional
change is a life worth living rather than accompanied by the brain
an inflexible level-headed snob.
Darn it!
shall I pull him down from the cloud
and corner him in a state of “brain death” ?
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Here I am standing on the milky way hoping that someone would come my way, I have been here for a thousand years with millions of stars stuffed up into my guts and the solar system with is unwinding rhythm orbiting the galaxy in the center of the mass and the dark matter is running around the town in a brand-new set of gowns.
Where they come from, I don’t know, but they are about to start a brand-new show; they are wearing alien skirts and blouse made out of purified dirt.
I see them coming in droves they are parachuting through the clouds, they are acting as if they have no feeling, and they are coming at a speed that will smash up your zeal and turn the planet into ashes and dirt.
The planet is running around with the sun and the mission is not yet done you have to go back in space and tie up the loose ends that are hanging from the heavens; they are three thousand light years away and they cannot connect with the beam to release the clogged-up steam.
The galaxies is sending a message to you, you must organize another mission in the sky to find the point before the beam dies; it will plunge the earth into darkness for a thousand years and the plants would die, and nothing will pass through the sky.
The galaxy is of three main types, and you have got to separate the spirals galaxy from the irregular's galaxy and the elliptical galaxy before the universe move.
You have to arrange another trip with Russia, Japan, China, India and America with Britain and Germany at the tip. You have to examine what is going on up there because I am seeing some strange image that is causing me to fear, is it digital manipulation or is its political frustration, whatever it is, it frightens every living creature to its core, and you have to keep asking for more.
Touch me if you can see me, touch me if you feel me. I don’t have to see the movement of your hands; I only have to feel the courage in your soul and the fire from the sun engraved in the center of your hand.
It can scan through any door and take you to the upper floor, this is my latest invention, and it can take me straight up to the sky without a nickel or dime.
Touch me if you can feel me, touch me and pass the energy around, touch me with the tip of your fingers and your long-awaited dreams will come through; just touch me and the universe will open the big door for you.
You continue to play the game and looking for someone to blame
You continue to play the game when everything around you is so lame
The days are sprinting by with a profound message from the anxious sky and frustration is circling around the fence, and the lion is running around in its den with blood twirling in its vicious eyes and aiming at the strangers as they walk by. You have moved the game from the street to penetrate my heartbeat; you have invaded my backyard privacy with grown men shouting from the bushes as I struggle to stay alive.
December has come and gone but you have left me standing alone on the dried up lawn, with empty guts and nothing substantial to fill my growling stomach. You said that January I should get ready but January has expired already and I am still here counting down the days when I will break through the iron gate. I cannot move left or right because of this endless sacrifice. I still cannot understand what you are trying to accomplish and how I should handle it. No one is talking to me and this sometime makes the days and nights completely unhappy. I don’t have a proper place to lay my head and if it wasn’t for my will power I’d be dead.
The peeping Toms are scattered throughout the town and they are watching me everywhere I turn. I thought that May would be the day, but nobody comes my way, you continue to revive the show when you know that destiny is getting ready to go. How much longer must I wait? The trees are still and the clouds are riding with the wind, yet there is no sign of when this pappy show will end.
I enjoy quiet moments in the early mornings but just before the break of day an intruder climb to the top of the slender coconut tree loaded with water coconut just to see what I was doing. And the Chinese business at the top of the hill with its humongous Satellites dish, big water tank and a little a tiny apparatus structure on top to see what is going on. They have taken up residence on top of the hill but the trees stand still listening. My eyes are getting weak and my body is running out of heat. Destiny is coming to a close and you must recuse yourself from the crown and end your age old romance with the coconut tree,
Breathe in, breathe out
It fills my lungs
Expelling doubt
I gaze up at the sky
With dull and fading eyes
Inhale, exhale
Let out smoke, not cries
The calmness overtakes me
Nothing ever shakes me
Inhale, exhale
Nothing now will break me
A sigh escapes my lips
For past relationships
Inhale. Exhale
Come on man, get a grip.
The sweet and loving sting
And the calm that it will bring
Inhale, exhale im just one human being
Fix the things you can control
And what you cants a goal
Inhale, exhale
One day I’ll feel whole
I stub the smoldering butt
Even if I’m in a rut
Inhale, exhale
Calm my twisted guts
The ashes are much like the past
Smoked down to the fiberglass
Inhale, exhale
Breaks over, time to go back
War is hell, it's a fact not lost on those
Suited and booted to fight in it.
Like shy kids in class reluctant to raise
Their hands to answer the teacher's questions,
They'd rather not be sent off to the trenches.
No one volunteers to be the sacrificial lamb
For the greater good, for glory, for legacy,
Not even for country. They'd rather not experience
The sheer ugliness and the crippling aftermath of war.
They'd rather not hear the dreadful sounds of gunfire.
Given the choice between war and peace,
There's absolutely no doubt which option
Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
They also cry for world peace.
They'd rather not step over bullet-ridden dead bodies
In a pool of blood, with guts hanging out of bellies
Images likely to haunt their dreams.
Soldiers are achingly human; they have real fears, too.
They'd rather be somewhere else than on the battlefield!
All Ukraine wanted was to be left alone to continue
Existing as a sovereign nation. They never asked for war.
Russia invaded Ukraine, bringing war to their doorstep.
The world is now watching David fight back Goliath,
And we know all too well how that story ends, don't we?
Given the choice between war and peace
There's absolutely no doubt which option
Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
They also cry for world peace.
World Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 03/09/2022
I was caved in by the cravings of my heart
The darkness once ripped me apart
But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast
So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad
past
Fear doesn’t exist here
Get a grip on the rope of hope
All anxieties are gone
We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great,
delight-illuminated dawn
I’ll love you until my life is no more
I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness
I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens
above
I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at
first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight –
you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss
I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me
I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse
Before I met you…of course
I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone
Before I met you, I was on my own
V.4 I loved you and you had no clue – that would be
outtah the blue if I told you
I can relate to you – I’ve placed my foot into your shoe
I’ve been sick with the love flu too
Your words – they stick to my brain like a cancer
It’s driving me insane – my future’s a blur
If only I can have her (in my life)
In my life, in my life
I had to face encounters that bruised me with endless strife
This teenager’s crazy infatuation slits me with a knife – it’s
painfully pleasurable to have the hotts for her – one day,
she’ll be my wife!
*chorus* I never had the man guts to say that you
saved me from the death’s snare
But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware
That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal
the truth of what I feel for you deep inside
In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary
cave
In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave
I was caved in by the cravings of my heart
The darkness once ripped me apart
But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast
So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad
past
Fear doesn’t exist here
Get a grip on the rope of hope
Don't you make room
For dark despair,
Let peace now bloom
To flood clear airs.
Don't be afraid
When all seems lost,
Let joy kill dread
To cover cost.
Don't let the dark
Bring hurl of fright,
Peace is the spark
That channels light.
Don't let some fear
Force you to hide,
Light will show clear
The ego's pride.
Don't let despair
Shape wrong address,
Style your own flair
To dare express.
Don't you give in
As shadows fall,
A light within
Answers your call.
Don't let the world
Castrate your guts,
Dance your own swirls
And brave each cut.
Don't let fear tell
A sad story,
Brave how you dwell
In true glory.
Don't let the fake
Break you apart,
Truth helps you make
A healthy heart.
Don't live with hate
That poisons mind,
Love is the gate
Where fate lives kind.
Don't be blind then
As fancy stalks,
You must know when
To walk your talk.
Don't fear the truth
That sets you free,
Live ample proof
As love funds spree.
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2018
Singapore