Long Horrors Poems
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I walk through the life of silent dreams
A museum of sorts
I passed by my reflection
Not a mirror in site
I was horrified
As I stared into my face
No, no, I could not
My eyes could not view such horrors
Shut tight for fear of light
The journey was long ago
Where emotions floated or not
The soul fell into the sea
I belong to no one
Thus they say I am free
I belong no where
Thus I am in a prison
I float inside a bottle
Like a goldfish in bowl
Waiting to be painted
Knowing too well
The drawing will never be done
The wilted rose shall weep
One more time
For the face no one shall seek
Incomplete
A cover’s no way to judge a book
The first few words is all it took
To open up the memory chest
Of a dark past so long suppressed.
Like a dog let off its lead
The words are sticks I must retrieve
To read of someone else’s pain
The threats, the violence and the shame.
Lying curled up in a ball
Drunken menace in the hall
Racing heart cannot prevent
Looming shadow, no consent.
Calloused hands move from neck to arms
Leave no bruise or signs of harm
“I didn’t hurt you, you are mine
Say no again, I will next time”.
Each leaf turned brings back a time
When this memoir echoed mine
Tale unfolds upon each page
Tells of horrors, threats and rage.
I can’t take this anymore
Throw the book down on the floor
Sitting reading will not stop
All the heart ache and the rot.
If someone loves you, they won’t do
All these dreadful things to you
No person should endure this hell
Stop it now, it’s time to tell.
Lying in a prison cell bed, she hoped all fear and the secret would vanish
The night of her wedding forgotten now that she had killed her father in law
The horrors that curse her dreams this night
awakes her with bleeding tears
burning scars into cheeks
Despairing at the glow of the silver lit moon
Not wanting to stir the monsters that taunt
Nor the memories of guilt that surely will haunt
For in the dark lie secrets that loom
Revenge did not ease
The pain of violation
The Tyrant she killed
Her husband still unaware
His father, the guilty one
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A Gallant Knight on a horse of white
As he gallops into Battle
He fears not for he hath vowed
To protect the King and Castle
The battles fraught with many dead
And many return blood stained
They return with night mares of
A war that left them maimed
They witnessed all the horrors
All the ugliness of war
And they prayed to God above.
There would never be no more
But mankind can not live
Without Wars it’s a must
We put our faith in our leaders
And it’s them that we trust
So all we can do is pray every day
That our leaders will do the right thing
That Peace & Love & Harmony and Joy
To this beautiful Earth they will bring.
Some say tomorrow promises not jubilation but annihilation. And others say that tomorrow will bring horrors and sorrows. Tomorrow, a myriad of people will dream and celebrate yesterday. Tomorrow, many will not sleep but have nightmares about the future.
Tomorrow, I need not stop, park, recline, resign, and claim 'what's mine'. Tomorrow, I need not live with regrets, make fewer requests, and never again protest. Tomorrow, I will not look, feel, act, think, walk, and talk as if an anged ancient hasbeen. Today, I will not be anxious, stressful, and worry about what might happen tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the 'Age of R's": Redemption, Reconciliation, Rededication, Resilience, Resolution, Resurrection, Restitution, Reconstruction. Tomorrow will bring Restoration, Renewal, Revival, Revisitation, Returns on Righteous investments, and the Revolution of good. Tomorrow is the golden gateway, the ocean expanse, for that 'best' which will have finally come.
Based on the news media as well as social media available, tomorrow looks worse by the day. Should I hide my head in the sand and brace for a crash landing, or keep hoping, voting, and praying until the politicians come to an understanding, or head for the hills until the smoke settles, or get into my bunkers before the bombs start falling, or until the freeze is melted, or until the hurricane ceases?
If such were my only source of information, I too would be filled with intimidation and frustration. But my sources tell me to look up because my redemption is near and that tomorrow bodes great things. Based on a book that I have been reading for more than 50 years, tomorrow is looking better every day.
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BREAK THE WALL
The wall of differences that tore us apart,
Keeps standing in words of sightless and visionless minds.
As thick as the wall of our differences; resist the voice of colours.
roofs are leaking;
The wall of greed that invented our differences;
When broken, new wall of patriotism, will spiral- bound nations.
The walls of ancient values are falling and depreciating.
The wall between the rich and the poor gradually closing its gap,
As the roof leaked reports.
Break the walls, break the inequalities of colors on the walls,
All colors on the wall, spin story on eyes.
Break the wall of currency and build lasting wall of economy;
Break the wall of titles and retain honor.
Break the wall of rich and the poor; then, the economy will spin round quickly.
Erecting the wall of victimization; civilization stands no value.
Hands and voices are waiting to break the wall of ethnic divisions;
Wall of religion differences that spiral out tension and blood;
That makes our salubrious world horror of horrors.
Who dare to break the wall?
Either they that erected it or those that will never forget the pains.
The hands of the incarcerated and those who bore scars of marginalization are relentlessness.
The wall must be broken; either in peace or in blood.
Written by:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown
Always sad to see descendants of slaves with chains around their necks and wrists.
Some of my ancestors were hunted down, kidnapped, confined, sold, raped, flogged, exploited, gagged, tortured, executed, massacred, and dehumanized for centuries on the slave plantations of the Caribbean.
Too many dark skins were forced to curse their melanin, prostituting themselves on the dilapidated sidewalks of servitude.
Too many traitors among Afro-descendants.
Western prisons profit from carceral negrophobia.
Racialist statistics like the supremacist articles of the Code Noir.
I will not kneel for the death of a macaque who believed in the racist ravings of the West.
I no longer bow to their God since I read the Code Noir and the papal bull of the pedophile slave trader Nicholas V.
I am at war; I see the world through an ethnic prism, like the apostles of the Ku Klux Klan.
I loathe miscegenation when I reread the tragic accounts of the horrors of the savagery of slavery.
I do not raise my fist to the sky like a Black Panther.
I would rather brandish a Soviet Kalashnikov to defend my dignity on barren lands hostile to my Africanness.
I fiercely believe in the salutary brutality of violence.
You who read me are suicidal if you seek comfort in the rawness of my death-obsessed ravings.
I am neither a poet nor a dreamer.
I live the daily life of a hardened criminal in the labyrinths of the illicit.
I cannot recount the offenses of my judicial pedigree.
A worshiper of the principles of Omertà.
I am an angel if you mind your own life without poisoning mine.
I have never loved; I do not believe in love; my life is not glamorous.
Human beings worship the sweetness of lies over the warmth of truth.
Everything is clear in the stench of my incurable wounds.
Everything is written in the darkness of my indelible scars.
I am a free man.
I am not racist; it’s just that I don’t like your ugly mug.
I won’t tell you; you’ll know it by watching the flames of hell writhing in the depths of my eyes reddened by suffering.
My forebears survived the overcrowding of slave ships only to be displayed on counters by slave traders.
Night’s Passion.
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Let your dream, be a dream of night,
let it know fear and love’s delight,
for I walk within each dark, powered scene,
I am the love in your darkened dream.
Let us not tell of the horrors you pass,
of the mighty anguish, your heart does amass,
let us just speak of our darkened love,
and the one, who comes, from the darkness above.
You love the touch, of his deathly, cold hand,
you thrill whenever, before you, he does stand,
Candlelight flickers, your shadow dances,
now comes the time, to take love’s chances.
Golden hair, in waterfall flows,
around the face, where love’s beauty grows,
you hold close together, in lover’s embrace,
while, long-dead lips, kiss your Angel face.
Love flows forth, from captive brown eyes,
both trapped in a vision of paradise,
then lips meet lips and forth comes the pleasure,
and love, it shall flow, measure for measure.
Into his night dominion, he welcomes you,
here you shall stay, the whole night through,
and as does come, the first rays of sun,
you shall lie in a bed, a lonely one.
But now your heart is beating true,
love does fill your heart anew,
now your thoughts are on just one thing,
and now your heart does truly sing.
a kiss lights the fire, of love’s domain,
and tears do fall, like love’s own rain,
in joy abundant, you hold close to him,
your cup of love, filled to the brim.
The smell of death, there is none here,
you know there is nothing to fear,
only love, in the flickering candlelight,
love that you welcome, every night.
now, let the dream of love begin,
you know, love can never be a sin,
love flows through you, with every breath,
you know you have kissed living death.
Yet sweet the kiss tastes on your lips,
his strong hands, caress your hips,
and now, within his rich, brown eyes,
you see your lover’s paradise,
as his hands caress you soft,
your heart is lifted, high aloft,
no blood, shall your love take from you,
to love you, this is all he wishes to do.
His love, the Shadrach Hah does never ration,
he shall give his all, within Night’s passion.
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Mind trick
As I enter I am conscious
Of the dangers and effects
Even though it is alluring
I’ll regret in retrospect
But my mind just keeps persisting
This time too it’ll have its way
Even though I’m well acquainted
With the things it will display
And it’s just like at the movies
I am ready and all set
Soon my mind will start projecting
All the things I must forget
And I sit there while reliving
Awful things that made me sad
All the while infatuated
By the impact they once had
Though petrified I keep on viewing
Now and then I make a sound
I now see to my confusion
That these visuals still haunt
But the courage still eludes me
To get up and leave this space
And the horrors I’m enduring
Can be seen upon my face
As I slowly am regaining
The awareness that I lost
I agree my mind has tricked me
To forget what it would cost
So again I start the struggle
To escape the void I’m in
With a temporary promise
Not to enter here again.
Wendy Nipas
Why does no one care?
Why are we here?
Why should we love if it only results in heartbreak?
Why do we run for purpose, to be only crushed by the crowd,
Killing you with every word.
What is good and bad?
What would happen if the two interchange?
Would we collapse or find new meaning within?
Why do we fall in love like we sleep,
Slowly then all at once?
Why must we be blamed and hurt even when it wasn’t our fault?
Be termed insane and excluded from all,
For only pushing past the boundaries of society,
Only because they’re afraid of what they’ll find.
Why must we lie, knowing it will only hurt us more?
Why do we let ourselves be entangled into the webs of love?
By merely following a voice,
And knowingly signing up for pain that can’t be reverted.
Why do we go into lengths to prove ourselves worthy to those
who we love,
And to those who don’t know our worth?
Why do we kill ourselves with the horrors we plague?
Hoping for a sliver of joy,
and a notion that the other side would be better in every way,
Than the suffering I endure everyday.