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I was enchanted by those who sung… they who sing
Like sylphs, like sirens… unearthly yet encompassing
Did I remember being at home, behind a closed door?
Or is it a dream I slumbered into for a time to recall?
An hour less before midnight for an hour more before daylight
Yet of thirteen bears the time I see for my hourly need to hide
A truth perhaps far from disbelieve is all I’m left to see
Yet… the mysterious voices promises me for what couldn’t be
Like gravity… flowing without control, without life own
Like a design for quivering quivers to the shivering unknown
And blinded of numbered time, I allow myself this moment
This moment when love isn’t at all to matter even
Timeless became my life, sinking into the voices of the unholy
Knowing an answer I seek no more from a world reasonably
Almost a subtle caress to have perhaps felt their touch
Flirting with me, toying with my soul a little too much
Have they not to bring solace… I wouldn’t have believe
Have they not voices as intriguing… if I can simply leave?
And they sung ever on… evermore, forever to be
Giving me a shade of another world unimaginable to see
Perhaps nothing more from my real world I need hear
Compassion for another… A self I need no longer dear
Entice yet… I hear the aria softening away for another
Branding into my mind till possibly shall life departs me forever
For when it came, it belongs an utterly voice to articulate
A much deeper sounding of another language to translate
And unheard of were the words spoken in today’s tongue
Yet heard were the words I somehow understood to have undone
However all has come to pass, darkness returns with a familiar door
Delivering me from my moment for another moment to recall
An awakening for a darker side or a lighter side of life awaited
I cannot know with my deliverance kept at bay of time presented
And no sooner than I realize am I back in my room once more
Gifted of words is all but all to reside from an ever before
A gloomy spirit took life, it wondered the city walls
A sad day it was, cloudy and dark resentful of history it dragged on very slow
Echoes stirred the hearts of men, for they paid audience to the spirits calls
In wonder, asking of the noises that seemed to call from down below
Purple, it almost seemed black, a portrait painted by Alley where the moon took to her feet
"Midnight dance" she called it. Two spirits in love danced the night away
It sat by the window, calling all eyes to pay tribute to the beauty that spoke out right away
The colors made love, and love again was the offspring, a never ending cycle in its own retreat
I stared out into the open field
Slowly pausing to the calls again from down under
Bright flashes of lighting painted the scars of the skies, followed by the earths roar, thunder
All life paid a steady but firmly yield
Music began to take to the air, and its target was my heart
A gentle, soothing tune took life
It took me from a stroll to memory lane of then where I was once consumed by strife
All the way to my foremost recall of my life being torn apart
The melody became a tearless cry
Gentle sad strokes made the guitar weep its own heart out
Love sat to my side, it too held strong for it feared it would die
I held it tight with the grasp of a bear, I did trust! And not a doubt
Her gentle tones made way to my soul
A feeling of sorrow made its way to the top of my being
Before I could realize I was tasting my own tears bitter taste of coal
In question of why the guitar took a life of its own, stoked at what I was seeing
Falling to my knees, I began to pray
Again I was restored for all that believe in Him are made a new
I wept to the guitars cries, for music her self is so beautiful in every way
I fell to my face, drowing in my own tears, I begged the instrument"please no more"
What life...
What life from the sea...
What life from the sea, has a right?
What life from the sea has a right to live with me?
Shall I jump in and the noble fish that swim to me, be my noble friends?
Do we romp and play in the waves, and act like friends?
Do I now let them in to play?
Do I except them?
Be freinds?
Maybe...
I should select one.
Or fish, cast out a deep sea pole.
Catch them just one at a time, only now keep the best.
Play God, and decide which one to devour at the dinner table this day?
Which do I let go to romp in the waves with me?
Do I have the right to be that...
Do I have the right...
The right?
To be...
Do I have the right...
Do I have the right to be that...
Do I have the right to be that presumptuous?
What presumptous right would make me think I could do as I darn well please?
What presumptuous right do I have to be that?
Cast out a net, catch a whole school?
Place them, set my needs?
No rights?
What Earth?
What on Earth can have...
What on Earth can have the power?
What on Earth can have the power, one over the next?
The mighty lion, shall he reign over Earthly creatures, choose ones to slaugter?
The elephant his magnificent size, shall reign?
Man, with all his intelligence...
Look what his knowledge...
Has done?
This is a style I came up with, I call it "The Arrow Takedown", by Judy A. Riley
Rules; build a story to a point, bring it back down to blend to the next verse. The Arrow
counts are Four Arrows, Syllible count on each arrow stanza is 2,5,8,12,18,12,8,5,2. The
poem must have a beginning and an end conclusion. Hope you like this, Thanks Judy Riley
Form:
Once upon a time in the history of the past was born into existence an evilness
that would last, through generations to the end of time brought forth to man every
imaginable crime. from the earth without form or void ,came the demons a sickness
the paranoid.
First came the demon temptation it grew fast across the unborn nations
then came death and hate ,nothing left for negotiation then lust and fornication
raping the planet before life began ,the ultimate sinner was born a man.
Who created man, and what the hell is lust out from the heavens blew the wind and
dust and there things are and what should be ,he who gave us the air was hung on
a tree.
they say he's the savior ,the savior of what ? and why would you save us from the
things that we got, man is the demon created for sin, and when this life is over our
death will began,
And then we will see what's good is not ,the life we have chosen, and we all have a
lot of things that aren't true it all was a lie, we've all tried to live but for sin we will
die
It does not matter what happened in the garden of Eden,we were created for sin
hate and bleedin.
It now does not matter who beggat who ,were all goin to hell this much is true ,
so hate who you want and love what you will, your as good as puppet just
needing a thrill, the past is history the future a bler life is for living
but death is for sure ..................................
James............................................................
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The silhouettes of my fantasy,
Stirring around my mind,
Deception, conception
Fading away to the kindle of my light,
The memory still vaguely seen upon, father
The fantasy outlines the dream light I once drew but I cannot deliver it,
By holding my life in tangles of lines that should never had been crossed.
To preserve my infamous soul I stay in the process because it’s too late
to appall from the nightmare that have imprison me. My reality drips down to the floor,
The factor I put myself in that position is the reason for my disposition
What was my raison d'être?
My point of existence, is m my survival
I had retaliated the seduction and desire of the burning flame,
The distance between the narcotic and the arsonist is not too far from home,
I needed, I wanted my personal space, but I dare not go through life blinded by lies,
I still daydream in my room of flesh, seducing the demons that made my life a mess,
My domain of thought is never to enter with love but with pleasure and immense courtship.
Still animated, still timid by the convulsion, the immense pain I cried,
I am tormented by the vision of you,
Looking at the gentle moon shining through the mist and clouds,
It lights the floor but slowly fades away to the sun, assuming that the moon might
Owe it one later on tomorrow,
Persevering the light, key to my memory,
It is no longer an ordinary day,
However, I still lay through the mist and rot,
Never asking more of what I cannot conceive or feel.
somewhere I was gently cruising as I dreamed
everything I saw was magically vivid it seemed
like the color applied to a painter’s brush
slowly gliding because I was in no rush
I remember it all and I was wearing a smile
but everyone else’s happiness was placed in a file
then came a sad schizophrenic summer storm
instead of drops dripping from a cloud, they were torn
and all the lights began to change their shade
as the roads leading home began to fade
I wondered like a ghost whose fate was sealed
like the floating fog dancing on top of a field
I saw mountain romances that slowly evolved
but their question of love or lust never was solved
people’s life were buzzing like a honey hive
and the queen’s command would never survive
the ungoverned ground began to chain all creatures
as freedom surrendered its only true feature
of a visionary’s life unbound by anyone’s words
the sky spiraled black as the stars turned to birds
the harbor’s channel filled with endless sand
as the candle lit prophet was trying to understand
just then the haystack hills leveled with the earth
and the golden peaks quickly lost there worth
but hope replaced the fear that we live by
and white holes opened up in the sinister sky
as wingless angels wanting to fly must now climb
and in the end, the acidic onlookers ran out of time
The hieroglyphics around the ankh tells a magnificent story
About how one can first achieve life’s eternal glory.
Not only is it a forgotten language but it presents quite a riddle
Whose answer has a thing or two to do with the scarab in the middle.
The cross with a circular head rises up above the stone,
The characters that tell the story were carved with an animal bone.
Many thought the magic that gives long life was achieved through its possession,
But immortality was only received by answering the question.
How do I know the facts surrounding this ancient relic?
Because I solved the riddle then and live today to tell it.
People who know me now wonder why I never seem to age,
Well, back in another time I was an Egyptian sage.
I was the only one back in time who figured out the quandary
And for three thousand years since then my life has known no boundary.
I travel all around the earth never staying too long in one place,
People from every land and every century have often seen my face.
The ankh itself is the only item that has survived as long as I,
And its answer I will never tell and here’s the reason why;
Life eternal sounds like a gift you want but I know that’s not true,
Passing into the spiritual world is the real gift gods gave to you.
A life is over without a sign,
No one knows whether it was your or mine,
Not even the eyes can see when they closed,
although the sun comes to a halt after one best shine.
A hand is up in a hope of keep breathing,
But lips and nose are adamant for denying this meeting,
A fight is on for the life of life,
Yet searching a break for the ultimate relieving.
My eyes are eager to close but the picture is in front,
My ears hope to end in sweet note but the words are blunt
The pain reached a limit where further increase is irrelevant,
My soul finally got the signal for a new hunt.
I am going down deeper under the ground,
A silent atmosphere is producing a melancholy sound,
Heart beat slowing down following the friction,
No rules and relations are there to be found.
The music is on in a mute mode
My soul and its receiver is talking in their code,
Everything is on time then why I am still alive,
Does somebody even want my body to get corrode.
No,I am still breathing because of your promise to be alive,
My eyes are still open because of your love for my life,
I had given it to you when we started loving and we flee,
That’s why my life is over my death like An island in a sea
Form:
Butterflies
Clouds passing away swiftly.
Like the desert sand.
Laying peaceful on the ground.
Seeing the worlds silent stand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
While my life slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking one last glimpse in my eye.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
Not wanting a reason to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Fully departed from my body where I lay.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessing all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Who where also carried by butterflies.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep inside the skies.
When your life on earth is done.
You will also be carried by butterflies.
If for some reason you are carried of by bats.
It is your own fault.
You will be put in a dark cave with the rats.
All alone locked in your own vault.
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
Staring at the stars in the sky
Amazed at their creation and existence
Seeing all the stars connect into shapes and patterns
Lying on the grass as the wind passes over me
Thinking of how far away they are
Imagining the surface and energy that each star emits
The power of the stars in the Bible
The North Star points in the right direction
Home
The creation of stars and how they evolved over time
What changes they must have gone through
What transitions, temp changes, and shapes they have been?
The life span of a star and the change in brightness over the years
The distances they must have traveled throughout time
Far beyond the stars to galaxies and planets far away
To the moons of Saturn where life is, well maybe
Will they ever discover extraterrestrial life forms?
What new discoveries will NASA make?
Where will our astronaunts travel to in the next 50-100 years?
Will they ever creat a space station or hotel as proposed in the 1970's?
What is it like to be in zero gravity?
Thinking of what lies above me, but still on firm ground
I am just curious about
What the future holds, what the future holds
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