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I lay on a bed and
I hear voices beside me,
But alas, For I cannot see the beings,
From whom my name is spoken.
My eyes are closed and the darkness surrounds me but not the same,
For my darkness is not black, More it is the colour of darkness that you see,
When you close your eyes.
The black is present but there within a mix of colour that resembles images of the mind,
It matters not for darkness is not what I hear.
I listen to the words of an argument that seems to revolve around me but of no importance
to me,
For there are no words being spoken,
The silence is aerie as the argument carries on into the depths of an abyss,
Their words care not for me but what I should mean to them…..
Them who are speaking these words of silence, those who battle over my life,
Who are they? I will find out.. I will find out NOW.
I struggle but succeed to pry open my eyes and I see, They whom will decide my fate,
As I gaze upon their being I feel no fear from neither of them, only an over whelming
Feeling of pure nothingness, No Good nor Evil, No right nor wrong, Just nothing,
I speak to one but they are the same, I ask my question “Who are you that argue in the
Silence of my mind?” and they reply “WE ARE AND THAT IS ALL WE WILL EVER BE”,
I think for a moment then I ask “If you are and all you will ever be, What are you?” their
answer is
“ONE IS THE BEGINNING AND ONE IS THE END BUT WE ARE ONE”, So as I ponder on their
reply,
I ask my final question “If you are and all you will ever be, If one is the beginning and one is
the end but you are one, Then why do you choose the form of two?” To which they simply
folded there arms and said “WE DO NOT CHOOSE ANY SUCH FORMS BUT RATHER WE SHOW
HOW YOU WOULD PERCEIVE US BEST”, I sit confused then they turn to me and say.
Their question startles me but I give my answer with no hesitation , Then they are gone,
I stand in the darkness and mutter “Let there be light” I flick the switch on the wall and in a
flash,
FROM THE DARKNESS COMES LIGHT.
A question for you who read about my life…
Given the choice between the path of ultimate Good and ultimate Evil, Which would you
choose?
I gave my answer, Can you really give yours?
THE LAUDED LADY WHO-------
(& U KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
This planet hasn’t a chance
If we don’t all learn the same dance
There will be no more right, only wrong
If we don’t all learn to sing the same song
Sometimes I’m privileged to speak with wisdom
Nay, not mine
Rather a woman wise
A person, like me, who widens her opened eyes
A woman who is somewhere I know not
But just like everything else her neighborhood is going to rot
And every acre will become an empty lot
So this woman writes my words for me
With more grace than I could ever summon for to be
Two separated tears to reveal the fact that my heart is hurting and so is hers
For every horrendously horrible happenstance which occurs
In what is not but that i see
I see the sacred lady in her kitchen creating a meal
She’ll eat fish but not poor abused veal
The lady sets a wondrous banquet table
While I try to do what she is so slippery able
Take a few words and deliver them to the tower of poems
While a rabid planet will decide to destroy houses and homes
This lady and I, not even together could come up with a worthy plan
No more picnics, no more family reunions, no more meetings of the entire clan
We are simply two strangers who desire quiet to hush a cacophony with a whisper
Lest the earth claim us all too loud and destroys every wondrous thing we are
privileged to see
And somewhere in this universe is a woman who thinks quite frankly like me
This planet cannot live
If more people take than those who give
This planet has a soul with a secret for a global society
And part of that society is a woman who writes my words for me
©2011.……Phreepoetree
(hey lady, yeah, you.....thanks--u may not be a librarian however you now are a muse)
Writer is thought to be wealthy and shrewd in words
Is it however necessary to create an intricate prose?
Then we talk about free flowing thoughts of heart
Recognize a form free-verse as freedom of creative art
A poem is a language surging from the empathy of Soul
Need not follow rules or adorned with garland phrase
Commonly touching the masses yet different in varied ways
Not just seeing the world but feeling with unique senses
Its not for the pearls or currency…pen speaks so loud
The wealth of heart moves ahead to gift a piece of write
Free wheeling innovation makes the hammer strike
Change the conventional mindset…let spirited Sun rise
Like the bird deserves spread of its wings far apart;
Creation is justified with free flying thoughts of heart
With no flattery to the forms destroying “Earthly Earth”
Indicating resolutions to life for eternal joy and mirth
Freedom is not being free in leaving bonds of love
It’s caressing without a restriction sent from above
Freedom in writing implies to common wings for all
Sky brilliantly brighter…I became “WE”…unison soars!
Creation knows no periphery, travels faster being imagery
Balm to distressed souls even with words of no sycophancy
Crossing various boundaries, unveiling world’s histories
Dialect so many yet holds a common binding gravity
Free flying thoughts of heart…recognizes its path
Fears not the criticisms or words harshly wrapped
It moves miles and afar with conviction to spark-
Lightening lanterns in lives gloomy and dark
Provoking thoughts be it racialism, infanticide or dower
Wiping evil…Visualizing “Heavenly Earth”- bliss for all
I see you
be you thats what i want you to do
Don't try and make me down with the actions or words you put in my head
or the things you wrote that i read
You see im who i am
Different the unknown like intellectual
Lots of different words i write i know this pretty well
Theres things i won't tell to people who think they know me very well
Well its like that with most people
People make me up down and all around
Not worth living unless its for others
Just have the respect for one another
A sign in the sky
PEACE
way up high
PEACE
way up high
Somewhere out there I know its out there
Sick of all this unessasary brainwashing dirt talk
Look at the clock don't waste time on people bringing you down
for their low self eestem
Everyones one
a circle that doesn't fit together
Together
don't fit
What you do its all up to you
What your interested in your life its yours
Don't let someone change it negativly
Just do it civilly
I see you
I've watched you become you as a person
Go somewhere far so far im glad your doing well
Theres times in my life i fell to the ground
I found myself and got back up
I'm not afraid of who i've grown up to be
To be
I know i'm me
One day you'll see
Understand treat me better for the better
Respect
Diallect
Respect
Me
Form:
All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me
The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways
The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease
Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white
Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion
Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality
For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight
To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free
Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel
I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold
Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony
Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach
Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord
Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will
It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him
In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease
Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole
It would not have mattered if those words made any sense,
Nor how I looked like a nervous fellow
Speaking those words aloud, writing them down
As long as those disturbing thoughts
Freed from me, escaped me, gone
So soon forgotten.
When I write poems
Or if they are poems at all,
They're for my enjoyment
Really.
Critique all you want,
They're oblivious to the eyes
Like an evening streetwalker's silhouette
Soon forgotten.
Sometimes words aren't meant to be touched
But to simply exist
To ease the pain
The writer's woe
Equal to the vomit draft
Of an angry letter
Never to be sent.
It's a mess
Really.
In writing this, This thing!
What is this, What is This?
Nevertheless it is here through the touches of the keyboard
Words that don't really make any sense
But are there
Making me more of a nervous fellow
So soon forgotten
Really.
Form:
I'm a lonely person on the inside but instead of showing my feelings I hide. I'm afraid of what people might say so i cry on the inside.Not brave enough to say what i really feel because im afraid people might laugh so I keep my words to my myself and my pain never heals.When people look at me they'll know how I really feel because I cover my pain with a shy smile and a slight laugh.Not brave enough to show the world who I'm really am so afraid what they might think,say,or do.No more from now on I'll be who I want to be no time to be afraid lifes too short.I going to let myself free.You can laugh or say what you want because words dint hurt me at least not anymore.
Reflectively, at peace within my mind
my thoughts upon the words I have to say
though lacking much it's richness that I find
for I am blessed to write them all away.
So often all the words that I have penned
have been the only voice I've ever had
and turning to my dear and trusted friend
I've often sought the comfort of my pad.
Even at a tender age in time
when the only things I had were words and prayers
child like I'd soothe myself in rhyme
as God watched over me and eased my tears.
This gift to me stands high among the rest
and by Gods grace I know I have been blessed.
Inspired by Brian Strands My Sonnets contest