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Stone and steel is my embrace,
A petrified dance in the grey expanse.
A cold monolithic grace…
I am jagged edges…
My soul claws at the barren sky.
I lie, a silent scream against the fading night.
Whispers of wind through fractured rock.
I dash my soul in foreign lands
a forgotten language etched in my bones.
Twisted metal limbs reach out,
an armature of my doubt,
grasping ghosts in the swirling dust.
A monument to my decay,
a testament to time's relentless march.
The weight of ages bears,
crushing memories into rust.
Yet, amidst the ruin,
a spark remains,
a flicker of defiance in these hollow eyes.
A testament to my lingering spirit,
a refusal succumb to the endless darkness.
Stone born of bone,
a weathered vertebra twisted insane
Raging against the manacled god.
Metal fingers clings,
a forgotten purpose,
a silent scream of industry.
Jagged edges bite the air
My mind is in free fall despair
My shadows pool like secrets
The earth opens
A wound that refuses to heal
I stand and defy the depths
Something stirs,
a memory,
a dream,
a fear.
Stone n metal
an ancient embrace,
All is forgotten between flesh n machine.
I whisper to the wind
stories of the monolith.
The eye of the storm,
blind and unseeing,
stares into the abyss,
A silent sentinel
secrets of a world
consumed by my shadows.
A golden apple trembled
Beneath the sun's last light
As the chill began to settle
The wolves grew restless
And woodland creatures hid
The world was changing
Revolving endlessly
Fear blossomed in my heart
Standing beneath a tree
The first caw of the crow
The last caw of the crow
In the sun's dying light
The river shimmered
Before my amber eyes
A frightened creature
A setting so quaint
A feeling so desolate
A burning desire to scream
A raging desire to flee
There is no escape
From the glowing eyes
The prowling panther
The slithering snake
The lounging lion
Eyes all around me open
The eyes of night
Serenaded by owls
Their sonnets of sorrow
My heart beats
Like a volatile drum
I'm the golden apple
That fell from the tree
The nightmares existed when at age of four I'd cry out in terror
Father awoken, in anger comes into my bedroom
belts me upon my exposed bare bum
But the nightmares they continued, frequency every day
and even though I craved for some supporting love
Never again do I call out for my mum
My mentorship for life begins, from two parents,
seeking supremacy over each other, causes deep anger to persist
Every day they'd yell and scream ,call each other nasty names, alcohol rarely the cause.
in that household , how could love, possibly exist
When an adult , with
the mentorship my two parents had shown
Filled with anger, low self esteem, constantly knotted in the guts
that's how I 'd conduct myself, that's how I had grown
The old way of life, sad, but a blessing in disguise
It made me stronger when I decided, where the past should lie
I sought positive solutions to eradicate negativity, anxiety and depression
Wow!! This new way of life, really made me feel like I could fly
I was in my early thirties when I commenced action,to turn my life around
Forty five years later self esteem, laughter, happiness and love
within me, these positive emotions, in abundance they now abound
Que Sera...On Love
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me
I guess it just hasn't been mean`t to be.
Things aren't always as they seem, you see.
I've known Love and it will always be there with me.
But enough is enough, it`s too hard to bare.
I miss those sweet kisses and the snuggle, buggle days.
I miss your soft touch and your tempting, teasing plays.
I miss your warm smile and your silly sinful ways.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
My heart is in pieces, like a puzzle without one piece.
What`s the use of putting it together?
It`s just not the same.
I think I`m the loser in this life, we call a game.
Some days I just scream and want to sit and curse your name.
But who am I kidding, you`re not the only one to blame.
What we had is gone now.
And it`s just a damn shame.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
Que sera, Que sera.
Things just weren't mean`t to be.
Don`t think you can come by with your sweet talkin way.
Thinkin that your talkin will make me go play.
I just can`t keep doing this, it`s not right, it`s not fair.
Please just go away and don`t come over here.
This time in my life, I`m seeing things clear.
Stay away, stay away, don`t come over here.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
I know you don`t want to leave.
I know you don`t want to go.
We both know it`s the right thing, this you do know.
What we have for each other will always be there too.
I've got to bury it down deep, and move on.
You do too.
But it still hurts none the same.
You know that to be true too.
Move on to where?
Move on to what?
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
Form:
I opened my eyes and found myself in the World of Woo
A pleasurable place where the sky was pink, not blue.
The grass was yellow, and the water was green.
This lively psychedelic world was a fantastic scream.
The world of woo had creatures made of sticks and tin.
How can I describe these animals? Where do I begin?
They have a unique smell, like oranges or lemons, yellow.
And the eyesight of a magnifying glass, nothing is mellow.
There is shrieking, and at first you think it is something bad.
But it is always laughter, from benevolent folks like Mom and Dad.
There are hourly group hugs, and you will wiggle as you might.
They will scoop you up. After a while, you feel some delight.
The temperature is always perfect, set at seventy-two degrees.
Clothing is optional, and you can live on houseboats or in trees.
Love is free, given out in hourly bundles of happy pills.
There is no sickness here, no cancer, no dementia, and no ills.
The neighbors are as friendly as you would want them to be.
If you want to be left alone, they issue another pill to thee.
Reading books is discouraged, school has been thrown down the river.
The children here are delighted, it makes their minds quiver.
Days are spent fishing, dancing, playing a guitar or riding a bike.
Encouraged to bake chocolate chip cookies, and take a two mile hike.
There is always a dragon or a rhino in your living room for fun.
We do not have any violence, and no one has ever seen a gun.
We have holidays daily, there are festivals and plenty of food.
Living in Woo puts you in a joyful kind of wonderful mood.
A pleasurable place where the sky is pink, not blue.
I think I will stay here forever, now wouldn’t you?
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted lots
amongst the spit and gradually heated pots
crows, counted among the cost,
counting zeros,
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
Line by line
into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots
Into
Penitance, no
Penance, yes
Lusts succulent-grows
In laboratory tests
We
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy unsleeved
Perceived
Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves, dealings of those
that have only vain, not the have nots but
half wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage and scream
The storm born, we shall ride
that dark ride
In the precipitation of filth,
catching mud in our eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
of breastly milk
of I am soaked wet in a dream
Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride
are foolish runway brides
of souls Holiday-Window faux scene;
dressing-undressing after the honeymoon
of ignorance, arrogance blessing
Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord
Ordinance
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps,
crows, counted among the cost,
counting Warlords, drones left with money packed.
helicopters and jeeps
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
To self, a barrier in microscopic scop
A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of
a sinful nature and closed mind
To all but skeaze
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation carriers,
pack mules
on the trail of compensation trys
Death Terriers of the ratio of phi
They pretend,
They go,
They say they won’t let go
yet they leave scars.
They bring you down,
drain the light from your spirit,
trigger wounds you never asked for,
mislead you into silence,
tell you to carry the weight alone.
They leave you for someone else,
but they never understand.
They laugh,
They hate,
their words carve scars unseen.
Each insult is a blade,
each betrayal a bruise,
each silence a scream.
A body becomes a battlefield,
a soul
a silent scream trapped in the dark.
Every tear is a soldier fallen,
every memory another wound.
But beneath the torment,
a woman still stands.
Her back may bend,
her heart may break,
but she carries storms
they’ll never understand.
And still, she rises.
With fire in her breath,
with thunder in her veins,
with strength stitched from every scar
they thought would destroy her.
For a woman is more than torment,
more than the pain they gave.
She is survival,
she is fury,
she is love,
she is unbroken
and she will not fall.
She will write her own ending,
turn wounds into wisdom,
turn silence into song.
Her story will not be stolen.
Her truth will not be erased.
Her soul will not be owned.
For even in torment,
a woman’s spirit
remains her own.
O ye all un-tethered men and women
Listening a lot lesser than one-half,
Absorbing half of that— (all bull and bluff!),
Reacting still as many times as twice—
In fraction of what we may call a trice,
And thinking thru their heart, head next to none…
No wonder, a lot in your life goes wrong,
A lot sounds off-key, out of tune a song,
In mad haste still, ye ho hums of heaven
On slippery edge of a precipice,
End up nigh just as they had once begun—
Like two pawns of a gambling game of dice;
Yet, when life sinks, and sours like a bad dream,
Even love whispers sound like frantic scream.
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Men and women seem to fall in love and out of it as fast; come together as fast to fall foul; together in bed and still miles apart; always on the edge, pouts of doubt; what ere were whispers of love turning into loud screams of exasperation.
Sonnets, tongue-in-cheek | 06.02.16 |
What do you say now?
Is there anybody who want to foul?
Standing behind and knocking,
Little lady....I see this sparkle rocking,
Life is full of dream,
Can't distinguish the laughter from the scream,
Out from the frying pan...straight to the fire,
Serif stuck to support.....I never mind,
No answer but I'm super,
Have mercy,oh kind!
Life is full of twisting,....I and that lady felt in a deep love,
No money but made each other have,
I was just a dreamer,.....
Questions we both asked,...why this night is not for our two?
Gradually protracted the range of pain from our affection shoe,
Her complexion is beyond the pan of ebony,
It was silly,
Watching her in a magazine!
Liberating men on their gusts is sequentially annihilated by power....But what should I say then?
A prediction propels the phsychologist...
but what is the outcome from that list?
What is the source of inspiration laid under the equilibrium of an action?
A beige model,...thus the life prospects of a solemn speaker.
Endeavoring the downcast,setting pinnacles to catapult those beneath,
what is the supremacy of outcasts limit?
Elude with nothing but a pinched of a capricon's feather....
Rich man sitting in a pub....unconscious of his expense,
A white coloured worker aim at counting even a penny.
It's a secretion to tie many,
Veil the remarks of the low class in society,
Makes an uncovering of their best nasty,
Keep on jeopardizing the honorary of a paupers good motives in building societal ray,
Wax blended with a marble clay.
Yeah!....yeah!
A swampy worms will be their king size bed....
A pinhole camera is before an eye...gonna see,right!
Just an optimal glance welled,
It's branded with a momentum....if Job was shield with the pinion of might.
I've seen the needle as it caresses the skin
I've seen the torture and the damage within
I've seen it take and never give back
I've seen the loss and lack of respect
I've seen the needle as it sucks out the life
The milking of blood, reaching for heights
When you're in the fix you're in control
Not seeing how deep, the rip in the soul
I've seen the needle take it away
I've seen life fade to the color of gray
I've seen the eyes that hide it so well
Gazing deep into the bowels of Hell
I've seen the needle locked in a scream
As the nightmare takes over the dream
I've seen it all with little hope left
Until it all shatters in death
I know heroin has been around for years but hearing and seeing how many people are addicted to this madness just has me thinking and praying for these tormented souls...