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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.
tears...
filled with the years of a love lost
..and of the cost
they have shed as i have bled
-- left scarred with wounds that never heal --
the kind of stuff that stays in your head
..just can't forget but can never reveal
-- man with an iron will --
determination of a mission
keeps "sanity" at the helm
patience is the struggle
that time must endure
to regain a new life
and a love re-born
*[ chorus ]*
burn a memory to fuel the fire
that drives desire even higher
no matter how much the mind will tire
endure what transpires or be labeled a liar
sworn to a quest with no end
this was known before it began
complete another cycle
and come back empty-handed
then start all over again
..this is how it is
..this is how it's been
good men commit to righteousness
while sinners continue to sin
where shall the pain be sent
to keep the shame dormant?
walking around in circles
feet now swollen and purple
precious time was ill-spent
*[ chorus ]*
burn a memory to fuel the fire
that drives desire even higher
no matter how much the mind will tire
endure what transpires or be labeled a liar
a lesson lived is a lesson learned
to look the other way
your head must turn
and to put it behind you
..just keep on walking...
ignore the ghosts of the past
that keep talking
haunting thoughts of an era forgot
-- some things are better not remembered --
all the blood dropped
from a merciless onslaught
just because no one surrendered
this is when no one wins
the pain still lingers
let's not pretend...
no need to point fingers
*[ chorus ]*
burn a memory to fuel the fire
that drives desire even higher
no matter how much the mind will tire
endure what transpires or be labeled a liar
no coward nor a quitter
more like a go-getter
staying clever is far better
walk with a clean conscience
factor out coincidence
mind set on retrieving the one thing
that is now just a memory
..forever wondering
-- surrender to the suffering --
strong is he
who overcomes misery
and doesn't proceed
to feed on self-pity
~Boz~
She threw an understatement where my thoughts lingered
Words hiding beneath the shadow of reason,
Triggered
Thoughts sinking in portrayed reality
Silently in a raging mind
As she sips drunk from the bottle of poetry
Excuses masking the face of her true mind
With such an intense blindness
Her love being my weakness
The past blinded us
As we try to put it behind us
Though she never forgot about us
The past threw us into the pits of guilt and blame
Provoked my words so I can speak
The truth she wrote in letters for me to seek
In rain,
In pain,
And in shame
She threw an understatement where thoughts strolled down the isle of reality
Enticing my ear drums with words of reality
A plea to pick up where we left off
Where words never ceased to intertwine with thoughts of,
Textured morality,
Blueprint of sin,
Gene filled iniquity
My faults I have not seen
Word-spoken into blasphemy
And mouth-spoken into tragedy
A product of change,
Sole-minded to purity
A dream for both of us to age
She threw an understatement where thoughts knocked on suicide doors
Wings withered and clipped
Imperfection,
Judgment its yours
Heart shuttered,
Bled and ripped
Iniquity,shame and guilt
Soul whipped
Word left to dry and wilt
Effort to shine my rusty halo,
Imperfection is what I only know
Eyes teared,
Weeped
Feet limping like a city pigeon
Crooked,
Soaked in false religion
Mind sieved into lies
Ignorance that caused us to lie
'Caused us to fight,
Refusing repentance
Wise in our own sight,
Rejecting guidance
But she wrote an understatement between the lines
Message portrayed,
I read between the lines
A tongue twisting reality,
Strings fixed and attached to life lines
With the emphasis that life goes on
Life a blessing,
Its us who go wrong
So let the emotions be crucified,
Be sanctified
'Cause false acts will soon be denied
Copyright 2015
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:
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
why do you have to leave now?
denial has been my pill
and collapse seem inevitable
if I stop.
How can I hold time responsible for this?
Is there a way to put it behind bars?
I stand as a helpless kitten
watching its mother taken for sale
I weep as a Nation
whose King is going captive
to foreign lands.
And like a young chick
fatally exposed to flying Eagles.
My mind says its for good
but my heart refuses to comprehend.
As true as you are climbing
up the ladder,
my feelings had wished;
that ladder should be my presence.
How can I recover from the smiles
you manufacture in me
from no raw materials?
Who can replace the immense kindness
you shower
as a default to your being?
You've now created my days
of sad songs
sang without sounds nor instruments.
My days are now getting longer
and my nights darker than darkness.
Memories of you are life itself
and no matter how I try
your absence entails
the removal of my Life's support.
Leaving me,
has caused the most delicious of meals
and the finest materials
of silk, cotton and polyesthers
all to turn my taste and appetite sour.
When will I ever see you friend?
Am I really going to meet you there?
Or is this the end of our world?
You leave me with many questions
and a great deal of uncertainty.
Swear to me my dear
make me this promise
and please be faithful to your Oath.
That though apart,
we will always be together.
That my pain now, is worth it
and at the end we will come back
and be re-united
in a much more intense
and unshakable bond.
I greatly weep
as I say goodbye
cos it is difficult doing it,
while looking into your eyes.
GOOD BYE FRIEND!
Click goes the lock on the door
Keys thrown on the table
Light flicked on
Waitress uniform
Taken off
Life, taken on
I can’t sustain myself
On silk charades and mental games
Memories to make, are too far away
The best I can do, is bottle it up and put it behind a mirror
Like prescription medicine too potent
For this tiny frame
The Sweetest Drug
I’ve ever had
Is the bitter pill of you
I’ve got a problem
And I
don’t
know
what
to
do
about
it
Spending half the night
Fishing metaphors out of buckets
To explain to him
How strong
This addiction
Will become
He’s my sweetest drug
Constantly on my mind
I can’t get anything done
When a part of him isn’t in my system
These feelings multiply
Every second that he’s gone
Baby, you..
Have you any idea?
My affliction
Won’t let me live
I get so confused
Simply put
When I’m in bed, alone
Shadows play on the wall
Telling stories I refuse to repeat
My eyes see a world of eternal clichés
Restless legs and fluttering eyelashes
From dusk til dawn
Painted acrylic emotions jaded
Spill down around my waist
My logic, is gone
I know I should stay away from it
It’s no good for me
But I find myself running to the medicine cabinet
Frantically searching
Because
The Sweetest Drug
I’ve ever had
Is the bitter pill of you
Poised, she walked into a department store; a stranger was suddenly wowed.
He appeared in ideal manliness, then lost her in the crowd. So, he searched for
those slender curves through all the women's clothes, but she was on the other
side looking through panty hose. Fingering, rapidly, through each rack for the
color and right size that would sculpt her legs, caress her hips and fit those
perfect thighs, she found what she was looking for (but in plastic packs they
hide). She read it twice, removed its package to see what was really inside. She
grabbed it, rubbed it, stretched it and saw that it looked just right; but she
repacked it, put it behind the others and took the one sealed up tight- just as that
seemingly perfect gentleman crept up from behind. She was startled, yet well
impressed, but she could not read his mind. So, she should remember this
when approached by a flirt's advice that a lot of men would handle her like she
handled that merchandise. And who wants to be used, and left for another to be
tampered with again? And who wants to be picked over, finally reduced for the
first hand in the bin? Or dirtied and then used all up, sometimes after the first
wear? Running all over from manhandling, developing many a tear, it's
discarded; so, she shouldn't be taken out By every Tom, Trick, and myth, but be of
high regard, a model of women who refuse to be tampered with.
Inspired by Jo Ellen Israel
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'm going to run away from you
as fast as these legs can carry me
Cause this feeling is not right exsisting in my body
I'm gonna pass on through until the next thing
shines in my direction
I've wasted too much energy waiting and wondering
If your gonna be with me
If it's gonna be just you and me
Destiny will bring us together eventually
But I'm not gonna sit around
thinking about you anymore
I want this memory to become Foggy
You and I both know
That this feelings so strong
But I know you love her
So that's my cue to move on
Though it may be hard I know
It's what I must do
Friends tell me don't put it behind me
They want you to always be a part of me
They say one of these days I will regret
Making myself forget...
But I can't live this way anymore
She has you and so i'm making this final
I can't keep pining over you
cause truthfully it's not good for my health
I am now jogging faster
Sprinting myself
panting. laughter.
Than a tear appears.
Your no longer here.
You've become the foggy memory
I've reached the finish line
I'm scared. What if this was a mistake?
FOG DISSAPATE.
I shout
But the fog thickens
Just like the plot
and your gone.