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another typical day, with feet on the ground
ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
many measured bits fall before the cutting edge
casual thoughts detach, is there anybody in ?
then some mental inner disturbance jangles
with corresponding jig, nerves rip in deeper
following the run of a stalk, the hang of a sprig
so prune the untidy and unwelcome creeper
movement to the side of my eye is caught
something is scared, behind dense vegetation
the fast beating breast of a baby brown bird
frantic flutter flash, demented aggravation
descends to the pavement in fear driven escape
panic ruptures in flood from a half sliced-off wing
chest partly open, feathers flecked red with blood
cupped warm in my hand, young life does cling
grim realisation, fledgling with no hope
pressure leaking, ebbing from a dying heart
but then our eyes meet, answers it is seeking
where's my mum, when can my flying lessons start?'
the deed is now done, the light that shone has gone out
just the salt of my tears at this horrible juncture
the killing of one hundred and fifty million years
and this clumsy ape's evolutionary puncture
undiluted guilt, too much concentration to bear
to forgive and assuage, soothing rational thought
replacement anger and even more depressing rage
bombs target children when careless wars are fought
imagine that child, in screaming terrified terror
in mortal trouble, reduced to core instinct base
an external world has turned your home into rubble
where's my mum, why can't I see her familiar face?'
Fifteen years have passed
Since that fatal day
When terrorists killed 343
This is what it means to me
The people going about there day
Passengers flying on there way
Evil men take over the plane
Fly into the building thats insane
The losing of all those innocent
No way they can repent
I know it was done for their cause
But all its done is create wars
From this major catastrophe
Many people just don't see
people have suffered from nightmares and the loss of life
Terrorist should be locked up for causing all this strife
My heart goes out too those that lost
Family and their friends
And wish that this event could be labeled the means towards the end
They will not be forgotten
As it changed the world that day
Everyone feeling rotten
Hands in my head I pray
I am not a religious man
One thing I must just say
Look Mr terrorist take it
And please go away
The world does not need this trouble
It's been going on too long
To many people hurt in the rubble
Forget your radicalisation and move along
Rest in peace everyone
Affected by the act
Let's hope the leaders of the world
Can sit and make a pact
Watch out for the wolves, they told Little Red.
If you don’t you will come back in a box, probably dead.
She did not know what a wolf was, but this house was weird.
It was the kind that some kids might have probably feared.
She did not knock on the door, preferred sneaking up the stairs so tall.
Set fire to the bedrooms and painted star pictures on the bedroom wall.
They found her in the morning enjoying the wreck and rubble.
As we can see, they said, you have caused your usual trouble.
The wolf was howling for help from inside the shed out back.
They released him and he ran off after she gave his head a whack.
Why are you so tough? Her parents asked Little Red.
My grandma taught me to be, so I will be the last one dead.
As the time of spring beckons
We all have this moment of clear-sightedness
when we see we are of little importance other to the world
and clear-eyed grasp our smallness.
We can in our tiny ways push the world forward an inch
perhaps to a fairer society where children do not die under
the rubble of concrete.
We can do nothing to stop these people who will push
us into an Armageddon, and will they somehow think
they can avoid the calamity when there is no one to blame.
There was a time when one could travel unmolested
in the Arabic world, then the smell of petroleum and
the white man came and destroyed the peace for greed.
No, not us the lesser people, we are victims too of their
hunger to dominate and enslave us in mortgages and loans
that can never be paid; so we watch and wait and when
the day of disaster comes shall I help the ruffians to my lifeboat.
I'm such a weird individual if you only knew
Laying down in the middle of nowhere
Every time I get up, I walk on Alone Ave.
Go ahead and walk away without a care!
I'm tired and drifting away into the orchards of obscurity
Frankly, I'm in love with loneliness and drenched in silence
Honestly, I feel like floating away like the shining sea
I don't want to disappoint you so, but you gotta know
I need your forgiveness in a sense
Hold me tight before I sink into the drain of distress
I'm thinking that you don't mind my hurt at all
You're as bold as the sailor against terrible tides of hardships in progress
I'm not able to believe in myself for long unless you listen up and encourage me to stand tall
I'm uplifted by the awe-inspiring breeze of bravery
Above the surface, soaring as much as I dare
It's almost as if it's time to depart from the pangs and pressures of shame and agony
Under the rubble, digging deep into a total nightmare...a hell on Earth...facing my fear that has been around as far as I am aware of - perhaps, a few centuries or more, for I was lost before I was found
I am waiting for you to change your ways
You don't trust me - now, I know why
I guess love and good works will take its toll one of these days
You will see to it that I'm capable of doing the impossible - now, that is no lie!
Lying in the meadows of my lackadaisical soul
Trying to be wrapped up in passionate bliss
Now, I get up and run towards the rabbit hole
I catch a glimpse of you, ensnared by happiness, confusion and other things I can't address - I can't fathom your situation that reduces your spirits to hopelessness
A new sun rises
Breathe and sigh
The brightest stars fade from the sky
Watch a song bird
Spread its wings
See him fly as life begins
But what is this bird that lay so still
Upon the frozen ground
That learned to fly in a summer sky
When love was all around
Where does love go
When lovers are gone
What is the gift of love
Smoke and ashes
Winter winds
Summer's sordid senseless sins
Bitter brine on battered beaches
Rock and rubble
Snow stained air
In the moonlight
Dead man crying
There is no peace in prayer
If forever comes tomorrow
And all that's left is yesterday
Will the emptiness and all sorrow
Never fade away
written 2022.10.16
Feeling so tired and my nerves are wired
Freinds dog barking mine whineing my teeth grinding
First of the month pay the bills do repairs losing more hair
Middle of the month broke again grab a piece of paper and try to clear my mind with
my pen
Heart pounding it wants out head swelling on the vurge of exsplodeing
Nerves so tight about to pop I just wish this spinning would stop
I am gratefull for what I have but my family is stressed and I am dad
I feel every thing that they go through and with out my wifes support I don't know
what to do
I help others who are hurting too I hear from God and tell what He said to do
But my own will not hear me they brush me aside I am dad arn't I supposed to be
their guide
I don't rule with an iron hand I don't force myself I try to understand
I don't let them do what will hurt them and us I try to exsplain and not raise a fuss
But pention money is always short and I feel like a bum because I can not support
I'm getting futher and further behind and my family is pulling further away I feel like
I am losing my mind
In this world I do have trouble and I get down in the dirty rubble
Father hears me and He knows it is hard He knows it hurts me like glass shards
I need to be patient I need to be calm He won't let us fall from His palm
Better times are comeing of this I am sure opportunity will come Knocking and I will
answer the door
I hammered some words
out from the quarry of my brain.
They fell around in shards;
some like boulders,
some like rocks and rubble.
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up,
thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’
But,
when it was time for the workman
to marvel over the beauty and wonder
of his dream creation,
his masonry tumbled down
like sand castles built
by little hands in sea strands
or dunes of quicksand sliding down.
I have lost count of the times,
this has happened before.
Now I stay resigned,
amid a heap of debris and ask myself-
“Is there any use feeling remorse”?
Like Nero fiddling on his harp,
when Rome was burning,
I sit on this pile of wreck
piping my thoughts away.
In the cusp between victory and defeat
I have charted my future action plan-
decided not to cry over spilt milk,
but to start over and continue my work,
till I can erect a ‘pleasure dome’ of words
as our famed poet Coleridge did!
Why not keep trying again and again as the spider
that inspired King Robert Bruce.... !
Why not go on until I succeed ??
Under the sky of revolutions, the architects of absolutes rose,
cloaked in the pride of dogmas, their words bleeding on the edge of new chains,
shouting freedom while forging other shining shackles,
and the air smelled of paradox, each faction a sharp blade
cutting its own throat, all in the name of continuous progress,
but how many empires must suffocate under the weight of their beliefs?
A circle of fire that consumes itself, preaching the destruction of the old world,
stones fell, virtues disappeared, leaving only the threads of chaos,
in their eyes, ideals were not mirrors, but sharp weapons,
fragile when faced with harsh truths, they forgot that pure light also casts a shadow,
radicalism blooms where doubt dies, but the roots rot unseen,
any doctrine, absolute in its marrow, becomes a noose for those who question,
the prophets screamed about justice at any cost, but without mercy, tyranny only changes its form,
the ground trembled not from the weight of righteousness, but from ignored cracks,
history is a wheel, oiled with blood, spinning under blind convictions,
they danced blindfolded to the music of their own destruction, a question floated in the ash:
what use is a kingdom of rubble when the architects are buried beneath it?
In the end, they did not fall to enemies, nor to gods, nor to the passage of time,
but to their own reflection, a thousand truths warring until nothing remained
but silence and smoke rising from the ruins of a shattered dream.
Cities churn like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear becomes a broken unchained door
The mask of hunger covers every skull
Fighting for scraps tossed on a dirty floor
Buildings stand, some falling where streets collide
and garbage decays still in blinded sight
Where change is nothing, its where death abides,
to disturb hate, born by a cities plight
Children play where glass always lay shattered
and homeless snore on every darkened street
Among the crowd women whose clothes are tattered
Find life lifeless when a child's death defeats
Far from the rubble and city's broken walls
Greedy men of oath sit, toss scraps to gulls
5/1/15