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There’s thousands of puzzles that have never been solved and never will be
Please excuse my OCD as it floods my brain completely
I’m a man of cold hard evidence
As I’ll be sure to fax you all my fax complete receipts
As they continuing printing
“Follow me, I can give you answers you didn’t know you needed”
What he whispers in the ears of the vulnerable
Dear prince of fallen angels,
Tell me every demon was once apart of heaven
She could have dropped her sword and ran
But instead she used your words against you indisputably
She runs away with the weight of the world on her shoulders,
and the power to turn any metal into gold
And any heart into a slave for her idolized soul
She had the politicians begging for answers and writing down notes
While your fathers prayed tenfold
There’s thousands of unsolved crimes that have never been solved
and never will be
And there’s no justice in higher security
But the warriors in red have a hold of me
Showing me a more progressive way of masculinity
While your fathers blew their money on tokens of affection,
Paying for love tenfold
There’s a million questions I have about my mind that have never been answered, and never will be
Like why my OCD has to take over me completely,
Repeating the same lines to myself quietly
I feel like a mental patient in my own hospitality
Writing novels of accountability
While your fathers were on their hands and knees
With blood on their hands,
Screaming “why did this happen to me?”
Like feeling relief after a break up
Something was your sign all along
We either don't see it until it's too late
Or we choose to ignore it
And you can't convince me otherwise;
Spies have one job
And yours was to be a part of my life
I'm used to feeling disappointed
But that doesn't mean it gets less scathing
And you can't convince me otherwise;
A spy has one job
And with the blood on your hands,
Caught red-handed,
You failed at only disappointing me slightly
You didn't have it in you to give me the bare minimum
Like the warriors before you that dropped their swords and ran,
Regretting their choice of a life of violence over romance
Dear prince of fallen angels,
Please remind me that every demon was once at the hands of God,
fighting for forgiveness tenfold
The Fear of the Night
Startled by a wet and chilly touch to her thigh
Hannah frightfully opened her eyes
With only her eyes she looked to the left and then to the right
While noticing on the clock, that is was only eleven thirty at night
Only her breathing she could hear
No unusual sounds or loved ones that she held so dear
There it was again!
As anxiety over took her body while her mind trying to go insane
Hannah thoughts went to another dimension of what ifs
It could be this or it could be that as her mind started to shift
Nothing she knew compared to this feeling
As she stilled her eyes toward the ceiling
Then, her sheets slowly proceeded to move towards the front of the bed
She bravely reached her arm to the small light above her head
It seemed like a lifetime until her finger tips felt the dangling chain
The weight of the pull was harder to sustain
The brightness of the light overcame her vision as she blinked several times
Dots of stars flashed before her as she finally regained her normal sight
What to do? She never thought this through.
Should she sit up or even try to move?
The bed began to rise and she decided quickly to get out of her room
All she knows is that, she is going to get her broom!
Making a dash from the bed to the door
She tripped on the rug and fell to the floor
Looking up towards the bed she breathes with relief
The small mountain did not flinch as she started to creep
Through her bedroom door to the hall closet
On her hands and knees she began to sweat
The door was already ajar as her heart slowed to a calm
She stood to her feet and grabbed the broom tightly around her palm
An intensity of control moved through every vein
This is her home, her domain!
Quickly to her room raising the broom like a sword
She suddenly heard a whimper in the air so fragile she could not ignore
Looking around she wondered, where this voice of help was coming from
The sheets began to sway back and forth, louder the cry hummed
She grabbed the sheets and threw them in the air
And laughed when she realized what made her so scared
A hairy creature he was
From top to bottom in his cute little pajamas
What was this that touched her thigh so wet and so cold?
Would you believe, her sweet little puppy dogs black nose!
On comes a traveler from lands that I have not wandered only visited
Bringing with him memories of the pains I have borne through my life
Like the desert whose dunes I dared only once to climb when youth held me fast
A fleeting grasp, a tentative hold that was as it must be for us all I have come to see
In those valleys of sand where the sun drank from my body ravenously to crack my skin
I saw only once the whispering vision of life in the distance
Shimmering in the heat of the burning sands stood an oasis many miles deeper
So I set out with that vision hardly in my mind across the desert
Over mountainous dunes and into abyssal valleys with the sun raking my back
I walked and then I crawled when my feet became blistered stumps rubbed raw
I crawled until my hands and knees bled
I crawled until I held my head high no longer
Still I wandered, still I moved despite the sand choking my eyes closed
I crawled my body burned and my eyes blinded by sun and sand
Only to find my way back to this shack on the Desert’s edge
My journey had betrayed me I believed
My journey had twisted me all around I thought
Until today when came a wanderer through the desert forge
To sit down and rest with heavy sigh and cloud of slowly settling sands
On his shoulder sat a grey old owl watching me silently with eyes of tired wisdom
In his arms the man carried his second friend a satyr with ivory pipes to match his horns
I nodded in quiet solitude rocking back and forth in my old wooden chair
So it was that we listened to the gentle creaking of the wood
Listened to thunder rolling in off the great Blue Divide
Listened to wind shushing through the leaves of Heaven’s Gate
Felt the heat wafting over us from the Desert’s edge
Neither of we two speaking, only listening until at long last with the sun beginning to set
The satyr stirred just enough to lift the pipes to his lips and then to play
A hauntingly sweet song of blissful sorrow like age-old memories of lost youth
And we listened to him play his song long into the night
Until the stars failed to shine and the curtain of day touched the veil of dreams
“Time to leave, time to go, time to say farewell
For there are roads still to travel and I have yet much to see
And so long a way to go,” he said with a quiet voice of strength
‘Twas damp, cold and lonely - not much bigger than a closet.
But the little room within me is mine.
It has no niceties such as a bed chamber but
To one side – when pressed upon hard enough –
My walls will open revealing many hidden chambers inside.
But my walls have no doors and until now no one has ever
Stayed long enough to find out the secrets hidden inside.
Then you came along – you who had scarce warmed
Yourself against my thoughts when I saw that look.
You spun around and around in the small wit that I am,
A more perplexed look I had never seen.
I pressed upon you to sit here within my warmest of thoughts.
The case of your look was the case all by itself.
All I could feel was your resentment for bringing you in.
My hard planked thoughts and plastered breaths were not
Favorable - even to my own sensations – as if I were trapped
In some sort of desolate omnipotence –
But I dared not to mention my little hidden room within.
Though not a thing had been left to be wished there was nothing
As terrible in it as the knowledge that you thought I was possibly
Absent of the capacity to supply you with your inner most basic needs.
The glow of health and happiness had somehow left your cheeks
And your brisk lively conversation seemed forever removed.
Like a stone in the road, I seemed to bring you
More distress and I wondered what stupidity had led me
To bring you here to fumble around in my mind.
As if we were both too delicate to communicate
Our tangled tongues said not a word.
I wanted to say,
“Please, please press harder against these walls
And you’ll see, you’ll see that the muscle and tendon
That covers these internal walls are
Just a parody for my own protection.
I made the mistake of moving this thought closer to you.
At first you squirmed to get further away from it
But in doing so you had to push against me.
One single piece of paper fell from shirt pocket.
You snatched it up an unfolded it and
Proceeded to open my imagination to a wrinkle entitled
“The Little Room Within.”
I watched you as you read peering through my façade.
You then proceeded to pull out another wrinkle
Then another - and another
Until the room within me was no more.
You entered deeper and deeper into me
On your hands and knees –
– And I –
I
followed
you
all
the
way
to
the
inside
of
me.
Down here,
is an abysmally dead world!
The sun shines at night while the moon
Illunates the busy day
Plane run on railway tracks and let the
Train fly up there in the sky
Ship have taken over the road and allows the vehicles to sail on oceans.
Our soldiers returned home joyfully and send their wives to the war front,
While they breast feed the babies at home.
People die of hunger seated before a banquet
A flower planted by the riverside die of drought.
Out there,
you do not dodge potholes, you only choose the one to enter.
Down here, water stick between our teeth,
Fishes run helter skelter into the forest,
The mountain minted into water as the streams flow into the deserts in horror;
And rivers rise above the skies for safety.
Stars descend to the grassland for cow's milk
The heavens are rented by the wild beast of underground.
To see a man of reputation here is like looking for a virgin lady in a brothel.
On this land
Mother taught us how to smile sitting beside a corpse,
How to cry when we see a man succeeding;
How to giggle watching the hell fall on us fiercely.
Watching here like a dry tongue
looking like shadows from old men,
Looking like a garage filled by slippers.
This land died yesterday
This land never gave us shards of new beginning,
She died leaving a quatrain walked out of it body,
It died owning wounds in our heart...
The day Nigeria died was the day we littered the skies with accusation fingers blaming the government of every fly that crossed our path.
She made our joy dissolved into shreds of sorrow. Lack. Pains. Calamities!
When you see a child sing in the fireplace,
he either sing of his lost mother or father or his only palm fruit.
Nigeria died in our hands and knees
Spelling this spit of fire from my sister's lip, the beneficient knowledge of dead show how illusion killed many of us.
The day Nigeria died, she died in our palms crying of her lost prestige.
Oh!
A country of glee!
Oh mother land! Oh father land!
We'll sing no more dirge at your grave
Those flowers shall we gather home
We've failed you and killed you looking at each other eyes to find the culprits.
Go well till we make you better by 2019.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Out of the blue on this summer day
Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake
Sure what the hell and that is that
I will match the older boy’s vim and whim
Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle
Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach
To accompany us on the two-and-a-half-mile odyssey
Across the cold and chop of wind
Dad hunches over a leaky rowboat
In hand-to-hand combat with splintered creaky oars
Dennis kneels on a music sheet paddle board
Pink baton at his bearded black throat
In we go
A wave and grin goodbye to Wally’s beautiful daughter Wendy
Richie to Wally’s wonderous wife Janet
And to our moms’ arms crossed up on the tennis court hill
For hours little did we know
Dad says Bobby! Sarah’s coming up underneath you ha ha
Richie separates and heads north not east like a slashing madman
Hey Hey yells Dennis his spotter
Imagine myself a turtle with hot sun egg frying on its back in the black water
Begin to feel the razor teeth of pike at my toes
Biting them off one by one
I stop and panic thrash and splash them away give them my toenails
Richie straightens out far behind me
Weight of the bloated world holding me up
Spaceship in orbit bellied against the Earth
Halfway across
I assume
I can only tell by the guess of cumulus clouds
My knees shoulders neck need an oiled wrench to complete each heave and rotation
Rust and barnacles growing on me
Finally I pass over the turquoise drop off of the other side
Pink mustard to my sutured eyelids
Line of shore the trees a quarter mile ahead
I think dad yells good enough good enough
Salvages me in with what chattering bones remain retrievable
Face gone
Snaps my arms and legs to the rowboat’s aluminum bench
Cannot bend this brass statue to a sitting position
Upside down the only way I can fit in
For the long trip back within my dad’s singing voice
Richie crawls hands and knees up on that beach
Holds its sand in his hands lets it sift through as a time glass
Never lets me forget that
I finished and you did not but we won’t tell the shimmering women
When and if
You the brother I never had and I get back
Teeth left like unrecovered treasure at the bottom of Torch Lake.
The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered
rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not grasp them. I was getting
tired and the water was numbing cold, it seemed to want me. Was I to die today,
to be washed away in this fast moving stream and down the rapids. The sound
of the water was a roar. I could scream, but I would not be heard in this ravine.
It was a beautiful day for a walk in nature and looking down at the sparkling
water I had thought it seemed so lovely. I wanted to get some photographs so,
I made a decision to take what appeared to be a path down to the stream. I
stepped onto it and it seemed fine, so I began the descent. It was a bit steeper
than it had appeared and I found myself holding onto branches. I noticed the
ground was wet and soggy and suddenly I was falling, tumbling, crashing
through the lush foliage and coming to a stop in the water.
It was deep and the current was strong and I knew that I only had moments.
"Dear Lord, I don't want to die today, not today, not like this!" In my mind,
I saw myself floating with my beautiful hair flowing around me and my eyes
staring up, unseeing, at the Lord's painted sky. "Dear Lord, help me, help me!"
It was then, that I noticed a branch hanging out over the water and I grabbed
it, and pulled and pulled myself up onto the rocks. Why had I not noticed that
branch before? I climbed up the slope on my hands and knees to the top.
I was covered in mud and leaves as I staggered home, and still I had not seen
a single person in the park. At home I stripped off my muddy clothes and put
on my nightgown. I climbed into bed and pulled up the covers and I wept and
wept. I gave thanks to the Lord for being there for me in my terrible time of
need. He gave me back my life, that branch was his helping hand. The Lord
has a plan for me and it was not written that I was to die this day. I am so
thankful for this chance and for the important lesson learned.
Nature can be both beautiful and deadly, it must be respected, for it can
be cruel and unfeeling.
______________________________
September 14, 2015
Narrative
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Once upon a time, beyond societies portrayal,
There lived a beast of harmony, and a lie he would not tell,
Full of love and divinity, yet sadness dwelled within,
This beast was kind, he wanted peace, just wanted to fit in.
But waking days, were not astray, of mountainous abuse,
Mobs with pitchforks, nasty words, they spewed their vile views,
His nappy hair, his fangs and ears, brought him pointed stares,
Provoked by words, tormenting gestures, and many frightened glares.
Until one day, he said no more, pain will this beast take,
He stayed indoors, and never left, his heart was cold and ached,
On the floor, devoid of warmth, a stranger to this place,
His mighty body shook and shivered, tears fell from his face.
Do my looks; absolve my right, to live, my right to be,
I'm not aloud, to wonder round, to live amongst society,
Do I not cry; when I am pained, bleed when I am pricked,
You mock me with, your judging eyes; a monster is your verdict?
I am saddled, with this curse, I'm nature's dirty secret,
How The Fates, have cursed on me, no longer can I take it,
Then suddenly, a flash and bang, an angel then appeared,
She wore a gown, held out a wand, and had a halo in her hair.
I'm your fairy godmother, your pain I'll take away,
The path I show, is based on faith, so follow what I say,
Go on a journey, traveling north, beyond the fiery trees,
You'll find a castle, made of glass, and the knowledge that you seek.
For countless days, he traveled north, all around the earth,
Illusions came, to mystify, and test him in his worth,
Self belief, propelled him as, he reached his destination,
He went inside, yet found nothing, this filled him with frustration.
You surrendered to me as, you made your fateful way,
Now here you stand, before my eyes, a voice began to say,
Stand before the mirror beast, ask what you desire,
Behold the truth, the inner you, the knowledge you require.
Mirror mirror reveal to me, the true beauty inside of me,
The surface glistened; a picture beamed, and a beast he did not see,
The beast fell down, on hands and knees; and did nothing but cried,
He said Who I am is not the flesh, I’m the light that's deep inside.
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Form:
A mother father and child are siting in a room
Everyone looking at each other with such pity, and gloom
a fire was started but no one is to blame
everyone keeps stabbing looks at each other
yelling it was you start telling the truth
Finally they agree to talk this out
no one will be in trouble if we ever get out
we will count this as an accident if it never happens again
but lets all come clean lets all be friends
Okay the father says maybe I am to blame
I am always working and cursing your names,
there is to much responsibility, to many that rely on me,
but as far as that fire goes I swear it was not me!
The child looked and stared as he smiled
he said Don't point your fingers at me
All I know is I was sound asleep
Until I got dragged out of my nice warm bed.
The mother glanced away as they both pointed fingers her way
Tears poured her eyes as she began to speak
since the day I said I do,
I admit I started the fire,
A fire that started inside my heart making me weak
I thought throughout each day that we would love each other
and it would never go way
And once child when I had you I had been blue
forgetting the fire inside that I started and will not hide
But since my world had been crumbling
And no one kept their promise to me
I admit it was me,
yes me I started the fire since you both no longer love me.
I hope they lock me up and throw away the key
Then I can cry all I want because I am weak inside
after her words she saw both of them cry
as they began to form there words
the both got close enough to whispers words of goodbye
they were sure she was going to jail
and before these two both promised they would not bail
But once the officer came in
with hand cuffs in his hands,
the two men fell to there hands and knees pleading oh please
do not take her take me,
she is so right,
I always start the fights,
I wanted someone to get hurt
but instead it worked in reverse
I should be punished for my crime
I am the one to blame it was me who started the flame
The officer laughed and giggled,
As he looked at them and said you been bailed out
I am just here to tell you they are calling your names.
To fight or not to fight?
The arrows scream past your walls and traps
Your men rush to the fore
You action a march as you look upon the kingdom maps
This is war, a fiery frenzy
Every second you think, is a second lost
Every reflex decision on experience, is a victory
You decide the untold cost
Yet again you start a rally with two family guilds you trust
You have the opponents scout and know the first rally will not succeed
You march steadily on anyway, as a death at war is a victory
Rally one is a loss, rally two is a loss - you are bent hands and knees
You know the end is in sight though, you dont succumb to self doubt
You start the final rally needed for the magnificent zero
Your guildmates are weary, yes, but you press boldly on
A cacophony of laughter in guild abounds as your rally hits - you are now a hero
The question is never to fight or not to fight
The question is - when do we stop?
Dare we say never ever
Dont be the soar loser or worse, a wet spongy mop
This is furious war - every second of every hour
You have entered an alternate dimension demanding your attention
You leave, you lose your legacy and honour
You stay, you win in measures outside of your comprehension
The family you can always depend on
The love of the game and friends you have never met
The beautiful glory - the thrill in the rally, the attack or the dense
The war that rages on no matter where you are lest you ever forget
There is a saying among honourable men
Amongst those that have seen death and beat it out
It may be hard to recount unless you have fought as a Knight
Not unless you have pierced the veil seeking the light about
It is as follows: 'You have been weighed, you have been measured and you have been found wanting' - A Knight's Tale
To the Goddess that heals, we pray never to be found wanting
At Her altars we sacrifice those that we have captured and have been
We keep our oath to rise above in every battle
Arrows, fists and horses impale while walls are bombarded by flying aramament unseen
Victorious through the ashes we will be, not only martyrs but majestic in the execution of war!