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5/21/11-5/22/11
I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up
Power and torment
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?
Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware
Hey you! play fair
Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile
I grasp no love engrained
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep
Dread is driven mysteriously
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks
Forming into an alarming train
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?
worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile
Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties
without taking heed of our pleas
These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell
Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Salutations!
Are we all just a figment of GOD's imagination?
Or just a simple angle of schematical equation.
Perhaps, we’re just a footnote in God’s mental thots?
He’s gotta BIG BANG Universe to run, does He not?
Are we all flashing back on one of God's holy hallucinations?
Walking on water, EGGSHELLS! Raise Cain! Raising you know what and who!
Are we all just a spark in God’s expecting spectacular speculations?
Or a One-time ticking timebomb from nuclear annihilation.
Are we all just a coat God puts on His “quotations”?
Keeping us in order with anti-inflammation.
Rambling hypocrisies, babbling Biblical prophecies.
Or are we all just simply subjects of our own bad inventions?
Subjected to the whims of fanatical sabbatical radical intentions.
Getting lost in a crowd, getting lost at Sea, Dead to the world.
What’s to become of me? I’m only one but I’m not alone.
I’m only one... one amongst millions and millions of Billions!
Who all call Earth HOME! Don't we all call Her home?
Billions who just aren’t me! Yet sorta look like me. But do they think like me?
Do they love life? Do they seek out the truth, new life and Lady Liberty?
Peoples who wanna share, peoples who wanna care, peoples who wanna dare
To have a positively positive outlook on life!
Wanna little betta Light to Sunshine on, you, see?
Wanna betta lifeboat just to stay afloat, indubitably?
Are they capable. Of being civilly chivalrous, acting responsibly?
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be freee!
Free from the scrutinizing eyes of oppression and tyranny
Free from the sympathetic lies of social suicidal tendencies.
Are we all just a sing-along of one of Gods’ songs unsung?
Justa tryin to figure out whatta hell is going on.
Or are we all just a song in a Godsong sing-along?
Just tryin to figure out what da hell is going on.
What if ...
We’re NOT all just figments of God’s imagination
But possibly, there's no other possible rationally obtained explanation
For all the misconceptions and misinformation ordained!
Are we all really looking forward for this final absolution?
Over population, crime, world domination, slimed, improper pollution
Best to jest to keep on singing songs
And just keep on blindly playing along
With God fearing reindeer games.
Oh my, time flies ...
The Dreamer never dies!
Broken...shattered...and scattered...these are the pieces to my life. A puzzle with no picture to look back on. Fragments of memories that form a story...A story that has long ended...As I lay on what is to be my bed I stare at the ceiling, and can only imagine what will come next. I try to close my eyes for a moment of peace, but my head is like a jackhammer on the streets of New York City...So much NOISE! WILL IT EVER END?! I'm sorry...I did not mean to blow up like that...Sometimes I wonder if I am the hero...or I am the villian. Do I make people smile, or do I make people frown? Although Robin Hood was both villian and hero, but Robin Hood was doing a bad thing for a right reason. Agh! Why am I cursed to be so numb! I can only feel the hatred I have for myself! Curse the people who created this monster...I have hurt so many, but I am the one who is hurt most. I apologize again...I am rambling nonsense. I just hate how everyday it is the same thing. The same people, the same school, the same job, and when you move on...It is the same. Same people new faces. The world is a boring place....If I was to "live life to the fullest" sooner or later life to the fullest will also become boring. Now that is saying I survive all that I do. In a way the world is also broken. The world is divided...Race...Gender...Politics...Religion. Always fighting for something... As I lay on my bed, and look through the window to see the blue sky, and cotton candy clouds I can't even raise a smile. I raise my hand up to reach for the sky, but I pull back. The world is never going to change...You are the one who has to change. You have to be the one to complete the puzzle. You can be the one to overcome all of the obstacles in your path. You are the one to glue the broken pieces, but once you have fallen into the dark pit of depression it's hard to get out. It is a fighting stuggle just to climb up...If you are alone...the fight is more like a war. Not only do you lose the will to fight, but also your sanity. It amazes me how I have not completely lost my mind. Although as the time progresses...I fear the worst for my humanity...I have tried fighting for so long...I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! WHO EVEN AM I ANYMORE? THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS BEATS HEAVY IN MY HEAD! I CAN NOT STAND THIS PAIN ANYMORE! I AM NOT A TOY YOU CAN FIX! I am broken...shattered....and scattered...
Ronald Rump reasonably roasted
Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety
rambling reverence regarding “r.”
Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled -
rickettsia re:itch ruler.
Rapaciously ravaged
revered reverential rubric.
Radical ruthless renegade
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.
Refrained retaining remnant
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.
Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.
Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked;
rendered ruinous ramifications.
Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.
Rabid rectal rictus rotten
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.
Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.
Ruffians rode roughshod
routing reigning royalty.
Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.
Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly
rendering rock ribbing.
Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.
Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.
Robocop ridiculously
rubber-stamped reorganization.
Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.
Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.
Red room reflected Republican RNA.
Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.
Rapier robed robbers ransacked
reliquary resounding retaliation.
Retaliatory redcoat regnum
reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered
rifled relics raffled.
Rookie raves ripe rackful
rubenesque reliably ranked.
Refulgent rotundity requisite
requirement re: reappointment.
Road-tested, roadworthy
redeem reapportion routed role.
Reprehensible reassignment
rapidly recognizes response.
Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.
Responsible roused restitution refuted.
Risky resultant reconnoitering
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.
Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed
redoubling ridding revitalization.
Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.
Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
Rare recount restoring recondite
renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives
rejoice reclaiming reins.
A figure, sickle in hand, wearing a dark cloak
approached a couple of woodland creatures.
He decided to choose them due to their features.
The Hare he noticed was a nimble and fast bloke,
and a Tortoise who would continue on no matter.
He offered them a race. (Something they’ve done before)
The grand prize to be announced at the end.
The finish line had yet to be decided, somewhere past the bend.
Hare needed to hear no more, ready to settle the score.
Tortoise agreed in his slow and quite manner.
With a wave of his sickle the race had begun
Hare as always is off like a flash nothing ahead but this goal
Tortoise picks up his claws and started his march, a stroll
Neither knew how long it was of a run,
till they would reach that finish banner.
Hare fly’s down the road nothing in his way
All sights around just a blur
Sounds ignored like a rambling slur
As his energy began to fade away
He decided it was time for a rest, by the water
The Tortoise with his steady pace
Looked around seeing all to be seen
A little butterfly at his side, the trees so green
Sounds of the birds chirp, water bubbling apace
Continuing on at his steady trotter
As day turns to night and just past the dawn
The Tortoise walks past the Hare
“Good morning my friend how do you fair”
The Hare startled awake, stretches with a yawn
“I’ll catch you Tortoise without bother”
Hare catches Tortoise with his quick gate
Suddenly a line appears and there he stands
The figure with sickle in hand.
“Ah you tied!” he says “Let’s learn the winner’s fate.”
“Welcome both of you to your death.” he said in calm candor
“This is no prize! I won this race!” said the Hare in a huff
“Oh but there is a prize that you both receive, which is the winner will depend.
Your prizes are the memories from this race. They will be all you have for now till times end”
Death said with a smirk. The Tortoise looking around lets out a puff.
Hare arguing it’s not fair, while Tortoise agrees and takes one last gander.
Hare realizing that he has nothing to remember,
No sight, sound, smell or friends from blind sight of his goal,
begins to ball uncontrollably as he enters his eternity alone, dark and cold.
Tortoise now resting by the water he saw, the sweet smells of September,
with his butterfly friend to talk to forever in such a pleasant manner.
There is a man and there are worms,
We are the worms my brethren,
Beautiful and perverse, wicked and evil, depraved and unjust,
Good and righteous and wonderful, we are the worms.
There is a man my brethren, Paul Maudib, Gandalf the Wizard, Beowulf, who was a Power.
He was a power and he wanted power and glory and honor.
And he saw our suffering.
For man has always been a weak creature.
He is the son of Dune, the son of Earth, for he fused with the earth through man.
He fused with the worms my brethren to live forever.
His flesh is a radiant glory, flame on, he is as firestorm and Wolverine.
He is as professor Xavier, He is the shining one.
And he was not all good.
Like us, he had evil in him.
And he sinned.
But in the midst of his torment and his madness, he saw the sky.
And knew of God’s love.
Rise my brethren, for God is man and we have the power.
Rise my brethren, for God loved man so much that he became man.
God became the worms and saved the earth.
Turn to the earth and heal it.
And allow it to heal you.
Heal the rabbits, heal the deer, heal the trees.
And share in its pleasure.
For the earth loves you and the earth is our mother.
And our Father knows of our torment.
But there is a God, a Power who knows the secret.
He has fused with the worms and now we all shall ride.
Know this my brethren.
Whether you confess his name or not, he has saved you.
For he is you.
He is the murderer down the street.
He is the rapist in jail.
He is the tyrant ruling governments.
He is the whore on the street.
He is the man dying of leprosy.
He is the insane man, rambling into nothingness.
He is the mother who loves her children.
He is the man who suffers deep so that he can feed his family,
He is the man that curses man and God.
He is the priest who sees visions of a new tomorrow.
He is us and we are him my brother and that is the great mystery of his victory.
For whatever dark force keeps us separate.
He has vanquished it and now in him whether we believe or not we shall be one!
Rise brethren.
Rise brethren.
For man has the favor of God and man has been declared good.
We are good, from the worst of us to the best of us, we are good.
And we shall rise.
Look at the tree leaves rustling in the wind and know that God loves you.
Feel the storm, for it is coming.
Feel the storm, and scream freedom!!
Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly and unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst the pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with pinions describe bing
a demonic dragon filled dungeon
damp, dark, demented domains –
a veritable no man’s land
impossible to escape no matter how fast I -
as a foo fighter flee
from the fearful, fierce-some phantasmagoric forms
figments of my imagination seemingly real
tangible as bone and flesh
who haunt sacred crowded house of slumber
transmogrify me into a loathsome madman
ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook
perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane
as soundgarden syllabification
from one womanly World Wide Web wayfarer
which virtual vagabond venerates vowels
and possesses means and tees to till verse
akin to a sorceress who waves a magic wand
to produce supreme sentences
weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s
that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors
prompts me to accompany my mindscape
as a thought-provoking troubadour
amidst the information super byways and highways
along winding labyrinths of critical thinking
or simply stepping o'er rolling stones
of silly rhymes without wing less reason
all the while giving subtle egress
into that chamber of secrets
long kept shut tight to maintain
that sure footed stance of solitude
whose only entities happened
to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness
those tombs of largesse identified
as great works and masterpieces of literature
yet careful to avoid complete intimacy
lest that cherished solitude shattered
and a heart rent asunder
twin tower ring inferno imp perils of loss that provide
an understandable cautionary tale
to the author of this rambling missive
a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man
touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust
aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast
contents himself with the confines of cyberspace!
THOSE PEARLY GATES
08/28/11 .
"True love can last a lifetime, but only if you forget to love"
The pearly gates of heaven is where you walked through.
The love we had for each other was everything we knew.
Now that your gone I won't know what to do.
My love for you is why I'll always be true.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
We've crossed alot of bridges and walked so many miles.
Now that your gone I'm not sure if I can stand the trials.
For me to hold you in my lovin arms just once more.
When you were taken I was broken to the core.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
Layed on our bed I slept on the left you on the right.
I smell your sweet scent in your pillow at night.
I miss you my darlin I'll never love again.
You are my only love I'll love you till the end.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
I finally fell asleep with you on my mind.
Why darlin did I have to stay behind.
I'm left with nothing but my memories.
Our love our life was our destiny.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
Then together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~"A poem please"contest
THOSE PEARLY GATES
08/28/11 .
"True love can last a lifetime, but only if you forget to love"
The pearly gates of heaven is where you walked through.
The love we had for each other was everything we knew.
Now that your gone I won't know what to do.
My love for you is why I'll always be true.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
We've crossed alot of bridges and walked so many miles.
Now that your gone I'm not sure if I can stand the trials.
For me to hold you in my lovin arms just once more.
When you were taken I was broken to the core.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
Layed on our bed I slept on the left you on the right.
I smell your sweet scent in your pillow at night.
I miss you my darlin I'll never love again.
You are my only love I'll love you till the end.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
And together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
I finally fell asleep with you on my mind.
Why darlin did I have to stay behind.
I'm left with nothing but my memories.
Our love our life was our destiny.
Cause you went first please say you'll wait.
Then together we'll walk through the pearly gates.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~a rambling poet~"A poem please"contest
I only speak one language,
So why is it that I find,
I’ve spent my life interpreting,
Thoughts flowing through my mind.
Sometimes I do this writing,
Then in poetry I share.
While other times I sit and talk,.
With friends whilst in my chair.
The study of mind’s language.
Is a rather awkward task.
You cannot take a college course,
And no one else to ask.
You just have to let your senses flow,
And feel with every thought.
Then only when the feedback comes,
You’ll find the words you sought.
But it’s worth the lifelong effort,
Though I know it takes my time.
For it gives my life a meaning,
And I cherish every line.
Pure thought, I find the hardest,
For the words I’ll have to fit.
When the ones to whom I’m talking,
Have moved up the ‘tree’ a bit.
It’s then my mind’s in turmoil,
But believe me, it is true,
That those who’ve gone before me,
Always help me get it through.
Now if you think I’m rambling,
And all this is in my mind.
Just try ‘thinking’ for a moment,
Then see all the things ‘you’ find.
Some may think I’m wicked,
And their friends are simply ‘dead’.
But I’ve seen the comfort given,
By the words passed through my head.
Sometimes your friends are anxious,
To say things you should not know.
Though they try with love to guide you,
They forget you’re still below.
At these times I am their censor,
Though I know, they really care.
If I think it’s going to hurt you.
Then it won’t get through my chair!
When we leave our earthly bodies,
And a spirit one we wear.
We don’t throw off our feelings,
For the ones for whom we care.
Friends can stay around forever,
And they’ll guide you if they can.
But if you can’t speak their language,
Then they’ll find a man who can!
Now I’ve bored you with my story,
And I’m sure I’ll lose some friends.
But when you leave ‘your’ body,
You’ll see where life’s journey ends.
There are many types of heaven,
And we live one here on earth.
There are also many kinds of hell,
And mankind makes those worse.
There are things I will not talk about,
The things we should not know.
So choose your pathway wisely,
There are ways we should not go.
Fight evil when you meet it,
And flood all the world with love.
Your reward will be your company,
When you’re with your friends above.
Ivor G Davies