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“I have seen what cannot be unseen.”
Confessed the little boy
To a uniformed interrogator
From a small chair
In Iraq,
The boy’s lips dried and crumbled
Around his mouth
Like chalk
Outlining the final place and time
Of his terrible crime.
Dust is glued to his cheeks
From what was his teacher’s
Breath of ISIS rot,
The man’s kiss of death
Planted upon the boy
By stolen Mohammad.
From miles and miles of rubble,
From arms and legs
And removed heads,
From the smell of rape still ripe
In the clogged blood rivers,
From cities where fire, wind and stray dogs
Are hung upside down, stiff and dead,
From a country
Where there are no streets, trees or flowers
Anymore,
Where even water refuses to flow,
Where every name of everything
Has vanished
Forever,
Where all the buildings
Have been returned to Earth
Like cracked boulders
Rolled down hillside avalanches.
From this victory…
The boy is all that remains.
What to do with ruins?
Stand
What is left upright, for the sake of defiance?
Cut out his tongue? Gouge his eyes?
Bring in bulldozers and swipe the city clean?
Kill him now, and get it over with?
Spit on their black flag? Ban it forever.
Burn it down to ashes?
Stare upon the whole thing
With unspeakable awe?
Give the former place money to recover?
Remove his hands and feet and turn him loose?
Dig it up from the root, eat it and **** it?
Forgive it.
Forget it?
Rinse, wash, repeat.
Shine the light of God
Upon its evil face.
Stop the insanity of believing in God?
Call them animals, treat them as such?
Fillet them for an eternity?
Put it behind glass in museums.
Enjoy the victory of owning history.
Give up? Call it too grim.
Determine that he’s a ticking time bomb?
Never speak of it again.
Live in fear.
Let him go?
Have faith.
Stuff him with heavenly feathers?
Give them what they deserve.
Start over.
Realize, you can never start over.
But,
Still.
He’s a boy.
Sitting there.
On that chair.
Trembling,
Within a hand’s reach.
What to do?
What to do.
When not only countries are ruined,
But children,
As well.
From the heart these words are sown
Borrowed from the word and on loan
Follow along as you will read
In turn these rhymes your soul they’ll feed
In an attempt to pen like Cowper and Knox
And share these thoughts from a bag of rocks
And type them in line perfect and straight
About the Beatitudes for now here’s eight.
The first on the list as we seek and dive
Starting in Matthew and in chapter five
Regarding the nature of poor in spirit
Is about serving others if you can hear it
Secondly lives have been shattered and torn
Our sins hurt others and we neglect to mourn
We fail to extend a recompense
As we rationalize our odious offense
Next is the call and nature of the meek
But do not confuse it does not mean weak
It suggest to be gently, courteous and kind
But the world disregards and put it behind
Where are those who hunger and thirst
To bring about justice for those dispersed
In what ways can we help those in need
And help the poor and those who bleed
Mercy it appears to not even exist
Men wage war with a hard clenched fist
Grace is grounded in total forgiveness
Without it our souls die in darkest sickness
And out of the heart the mouth dost speak
But the pure in heart and those who seek
With the motives of the mind brought to light
Are those who shine like stars burning bright
Fortunate are the peacemakers in the land
That make amends and lower their hands
It is never ever wise for us to take delight
In those who would prefer to start a fight
Finally these attitudes come with a twist
Expect to be persecuted but don’t resist
Challenge the world and the system
This lyric came from the Kings true wisdom
By:beardedJarhead
The darkness swallows me. The shine and warmth I once felt has faded to all black and stillness. The cold embraces my every thought as I struggle. For a last breath in this pain ridden rollercoaster ride through the world. The thundering silence rings louder and I become more confused as I search for what I once knew to be absolute and true. The sun will rise but I will not notice. My will, will keep me moving, the difference is I will have to go along with out you. Here in darknest shadow you will find a man. Broken and beat torn down, a little worse for wear. For he is me and I am him and with time ill change or ill just give in, and sit hunched on the floor of my mind not giving a even care. His heart is my heart and its still in despair. Quietly we fiddle trying to repair trying to make it work but all the damage it has takenits toll just going to take it, put it behind a wall so no one can find it no one at all.
In guiltless slumber she dreams
The stillness of night is broken
Cold hands smother her screams
As reassuring words are spoken
Feeling safe she lets down her guard
His hands touch private places
Overpowered though fighting hard
Her innocence he defaces
With daylight comes the shame
That she's done something wrong
To scared to point or blame
In silence she goes along
Shadows make regular calls
As nights turn into years
She escapes through a hole in the wall
Followed by darkened fears
She takes to sleeping days
Night is not her friend
Her past is never raised
Memories are suppressed within
She goes on with her life
One day she meets a man
Soon becomes his wife
And yields to his demands
But time does not forget
Marriage is a constant reminder
It fails miserably in regret
She just can't put it behind her
an original poem by Daniel Turner
DIRT FROM THE CORNERS OF THE CASTLE
WERE SAID TO BE MAGIC
PIXIEDUST AND PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN COULD
BE REMEDY FOR LONILNESS
THEY MADE BROOMS FROM THE SAGES AMONG THE FEILDS
THE MEADOW GRASS WHERE BOUND TOGETHER
AND USED TO
REMOVE THE DUST FROM THESE EDGES
AND GATHER POLLEN FROM THE PUSSYWILLOW TREES
THEN THEY PLACED IN BAGS AND SOLD TO
PEOPLE WHO WANTED LOVE
THEY'D PUT IT BEHIND THE EARS
OF THERE CHOSEN LOVER
AND THEN THE MAGIC WOULD
CAUSE THEM TO LOVE.
THE PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN WOULD
AND THE DUST COULD ONLY BE MAGIC
IF THE CREATER USED A FEILDSAGE BROOM, AND
A TUSK OF A WALRUS,
THEY CARVED SPOONS FROM THE
TUSK AND THESE SPOONS HAD MAGICAL POWERS!
RETURN TO LOVE
Oh, my darling returns,
Come on back to me
Can’t you see, I need you to be back
Into my life, forever, ever
Return to love
Return to love
Return to love my darling
Return to love, why you go please tell me I wanna know
Return to love, return to love, return to love
Return to love, return to love, return to love
I wanna know why did you go
You left me no no choice, you left me no choice
But to find you look for you my heart you hid from me
Became my dream I could no longer see
You left me, why did you go, oh
Return to love, return to love, return to love where did you go
Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me, won’t you please
Return to love, come back to me
Why did you go, I want to know So I can mend those things I’ve broken
Maybe I misspoken I am sorry so…
So that hurt that I’ve caused you
Put it behind you
I am so sorry come back home
Return to love, return to me, return to me, return to me, return to me, return to love
3/3/18
Arranged music by Kevin Kern 2016©
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
1st off I'm a poet thats looking
for a woman who I can trust
because now I know the difference
between love & lust
maybe I kinda lost that nigga mentality
or maybe I learned from all my emotional casualties
the difference between me & other
niggas is pretty simple
I feel for the good woman and the
heart braking situations that they been threw
but in all actuality maybe I'm feeling too much sympathy
Naw never that, I just pray if
I hurt her that she'd find the heart to forgive me
I believe the female species is
the most beautiful thing God created
so it don't amaze me for the right one
I'm still patiently waiting
I guess the difference is I chose to humble myself
cause most niggas wouldn't take these kinda hits below the belt
difference is I'm looking for something
that can possibly last forever
I had a good girl I just wish
I could rewind till the 1st day that I met her
but I'm a grown man
so as we speak I'm learning from my mistakes
most niggas looking for the next dummy
I'm looking for my ideal mate
difference is I'm not worried bout who you used to be
whatever you did put it behind you. you finally free
I could careless who you used to be
and who slutted you out
difference is I accommodate you
on taking this other route
I had to sit through it all
the conversation that was inevitable
What they did
Where they went
What they saw...
My brother and his wife
On the their expensive trip to see Roger Federer in the flesh
My husband and daughter
On a trip joining work with sightseeing
And then there was me....
I listened...
Big Ben and its imposing height
Parliament's alluring might
Pics there at Downing street
Fish and chips, a tasty treat
Outside Westminster Abbey
The Thames in its flowing glory
London Bridge, Trafalgar square
Harrods and all the goodies there
The Shard and the tennis match
Souvenirs that were a catch
Brollies forgotten here and there
Poppies bobbing everywhere
The Palace and the Rosetta stone
Red booths housing telephones
Tussaud's latest entries
Baker Street and revelries
All this, and so much more
Stories of the trip...galore
I sat and listened to it all
Saw even more pics
In my heart a twisted ache
My teaching schedule and other things
Made me stay back home
It didn't make this night easier
I thought of all I'd missed
Sure, I'd been to London years ago
But somehow...this still hurt
I'd been left behind
The night blissfully came to an end
And here am I...writing this
with London in my mind
"London, BABY!"
Not for me...
Eileen Manassian
Yup....I'm having a pity party. Didn't go to London with the fam. I was all by my lonesome! I'm happy my daughter and husband got to see the sights. We'd been there when Shereen was six or seven, but now at twenty, she could appreciate it all more. It still hurts a little that I couldn't go along. Now all the talk is done...and I can put it behind me, till the day I go to London and experience it on my OWN! ;)
Form:
What we seek
In the unpleasantness
We find in situations,
Times or experiences.
In the hopes of closure
In unfair treatment,
Disrespected and hurt
To an extent undeserved.
We seek a sense of
Peace and understanding
In releasing it all
Before putting things to an end.
We seek one final goodbye,
Hoping to hear another side
Or reasoning for their actions.
So we may reach closure.
Sometimes, we don’t get that.
We have to move on,
Accepting that closure
Between some
Will never be reached.
We can only put it behind us
And move on from the pain.
For closure is not about others
But finding it withing ourselves.
When seeking this closure,
It is determined by us
Whether it is reached or not.
Nobody else.
Closure
Is only done
In ourselves
With ourselves
For ourselves.
Honestly.
it wasnt me .
It was never really in my reach.
Never knowing what could be.
I persecuted everything about
you and me .
time open my eyes,
Vulnerable lie.
IS it too late to cry?
Can't get back what
she
took
away.
I thought I had It all,
my first love
Truly its faith.
Love is complicated.
Can't be explained.
Made fun of me,
as your ex stood there
And all our friends.
You laugh
Not knowing ,I was scared.
Cause I told a
VULNERABLE LIE
I still gave you a chance ,
Proving
my worth
IT's my fault when I told you ,
it wouldn't work
if you lied
SHARED A
Vulnerable lie
You wanted to see where this leads
I started the poison
vulnerable piece.
A place where I won the noose
To hang me.
We both wanted to
hide the vulnerable piece.
Put it behind us.
Why would you ask me a
question,
If you didnt want to
answer you own question?
Will the outcome change
If you knew I was weak?
Vulnerable lie
Hypocrite you
Hypocrite me
I betray you too
Trying to save what we made.
I know you wish you knew about me
Im losing that race.
If it came up again!
Would you do the same ?
Pick me?
to protect
Us now?
A
Vulnerable lie
we both told
that would've change our destiny.