Long Screaming Poems
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It's not a tale told by a bard,
Theadora was a gift from God:
that light gliding over vawes
at sunrise, as it showed
all its splendor on mornings
of melodic sound.
Theadora loved Mark...
that was her ingrown spark,
never ignored or put aside;
they enjoyed being one.
Was there a jealous threat
that could separate them
and wound their pride?
Was their hope gone?
The beautiful memory
of Theadora and Mark
lived on in poetry,
never forgotten
by lovers who remembered
it quite often;
somebody saw the tragedy,
how they drowned screaming
in a troubled sea colder than ice.
He didn't help at once,
all he felt was revenge increasing.
Their pain was sharper
than a shrieking lark
that lost his life
in that terrible hurricane.
In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my intellect's ravaged ruined labyrinth.
Tangling in the rivers
of my specter ridden waste.
Ribbons pulling tight
The passion' of complex structure.
The cutting of the flesh in life.
The ribbons of rain
Dulled and stained
Running out of light
Traffic passing left and right
My hands of ragged bone
Grips the steering wheel…
The pain running in blinding ribbons
of red down obscure stone.
Tangling the seas of dreams
My escape into the Void's boundary's
I am wading in the rains of the insane.
Ribbons sway in the halls of the idle wind
I see the mark of Cain.
An idol raped in ragged ribbons
Ribbons of red
Ribbons of dread
Ribbons tangled in the hands of ravaged bone
Flesh and marrow
Rage riddled redden nails
Claw along idol halls
The skin goes pail
Horn’s blair…
Crumbling stone
Some where it runs
What have they done?
Ribbons wrap
Ribbons rain
Ribbons of the insane…
I jerk my head awake
As ribbons of light blind
Screaming tires flash of taillights
Crash of metal,
car horn blares,
fall sparkling window glass.
The beep of a machine a ribbon of life…
as pure as imagination is
(apropos grooving to the word)
imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears
flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy
how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving grooves
with unseen notes
screaming
night and day melodies
exploding
like cannonballs
sliding out and up
bursting
a staccato rife
pounding
drifting away
to return
when words wish
to play again
an up tempo write
as pure
as imagination
is—boo du
de boo de boo
LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens
without their Crowned King, only
now and when my foot-falls scream
through a suffering mostly unknown:
there's no words to express sorry
and love so the Angels shut their Eyes
saving all between the balustrades
and lost hopes of the Grace of God,
Breathe! Don't say sorry for what
you feel and through it all I Drink
for all all the good times and all
the monsters who chose the river
of dead seashells so shut your eyes
and breathe -- breathe for freedom
and expression to all our horde
of lovers, artists, and poets
So you will receive So you say
Just shine sun upon those who are
never heard, and love the despised
screaming souls of, "We are One. &
nothing more!"
:: 12-05-2016 ::
from hell
pain hammers
pounding in the head
casting dark shadows
steel cold deep
dressed in black
to the crossroads
walking in the dark valley
eyes lead heavy
waterfalls
aches in the soul
in a forsaken place
secluded reserved
in pain
piercing pounds
for aching guests
in no man's land
a zombie
between the living
and dead
in silent
screaming words
a desert
of barren emptiness
echoes comes alive
loathing
craving the soul
is imprisonment
taking a walk
through the mind
pulling back
the cobwebs
without escape
confused bends
in shapes
now the thunder roars
distorted visions
twisted feelings
emotions swells
cursed in the deep
the spirit
lightning strikes
power within
the brain
in dark pain
i yield unto
the light
the soul speaks
with voices
of the spirits
thundering
in the mountains
as god sent
my guardian
recovers the heart
tainted with love
stronger in fighting
silken feelings
i now stand
at the crossroads
a gladiator
of light
i survived
a battle
in hell
Sometimes being dad is tough
And parenting can be mighty rough
When I have to say no and they think it’s not fair
They stomp away screaming that I don’t care
It wrenches my heart that I have to conflict
It hurts so bad that it makes me sick
But if I don’t intervene
And fight my way through their screams
The choices they make may condemn us all
Them, for what they do and I for letting them fall
I love them dearly I know this is true
Because of the pain that we all go through
If I did not love them and it were all a lie
I would not hold them when they cry
I would not care about their accomplishments
I wouldn’t cherish all the time we’ve spent
But I do love them and I do care
I would fight for them, anything, anyone, anywhere
And through my love I understand
That they're growing and they need my hand
Sometimes friendly soft and gentle
Sometimes steady and firm and parental
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Lest We Forget
I can hear him now , calling me , lost in the dark , in the deep seas of Normandy, I can hear him now , god why have you forsaken me are the cries on the waves from the seas of Normandy .
I hear the lighthouse bell ringing out , all our families their souls screaming in hell and the fires of friends shout burnt on the breeze and the blood stained sands map a path of the deceased ...
Lest We Forget
The sacrifices made by our boys so that you and I may have a voice “ Mum , Dad, and don’t forget our Molly , tell her ‘ We are in this together ‘ and I hope our love brings you peace joy and happiness forever and ever , tell our Molly “ when the red robin nests in the fruit tree all the tweets you hear are from the Boys of Normandy ..v
Yours sincerely
CND
#Blue_ticked
Feel like I have been locked out from heavens gates, the screaming so internally bloating, my veins turns green, could I be internally bleeding?
I said; I'm fine not immune to pain, please come closer, look clearly, the ruins you have created, my emotions in bruises, maybe I'm susceptible to pain, blame me not for being human
Remove the red tapes, allow me to be, to say and to show. Stop expecting, I'm me not they, don't blue tick me, confront me, force me to break, my body has reached its brim of pretending, of manning up, of being strong, please don't just blue tick,
It's my grave you digging, I'm not ready to die, as of yet, not like the rest, I'm not the rest but me,
Open your heart, listen up, come a little closer, look my direction, I'm here not going anywhere, not going to be silenced, hear the ticking emotional bomb beeping inside me, I'm about to detonate any minute,
please stop blue ticking, just stop forcing to add me to statistics, I'm me not they, I'm I not the rest
Just stop blue ticking me
#Poetic_Ink
My heart's screaming itself free from this cage
A druming that's crumbling, it beats a mistake
It needs to escape or relate to its equal
Its been through a maze of hatred for people
Crossing nature with evil and feeling confused
Its shameless, see through, beaten and bruised
Total strangers it speaks to, indecent abuse
And of she who changed from a queen to a noose
So the dream we produce based on experience
Is constantly evolved and relates to the period
Stays chained to the neariest one it dared to hug
Just long enough to become another careless love
And in dispair its thrust; in worlds unfair, unjust
So much broken bonds the tounge's scared to trust
And aware of such complexities, the debts increased
A heart outnumbered by punctures and left to bleed
This stress preceeds everything that gets released
So I accept the rest, and try not to let it get to me ..
He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days
Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me
She would enjoy this one
The very last one
Bought you flowers
You know I love you
Do you
What the hell does that mean
What the hell
The drug would temporarily paralyse him
Enough time for her needs
He punched with his right fist
She cut off his arm
The odd kick with his right
She cut off his leg
He came round screaming
How you doing babe
You in pain
Don’t worry, it’ll pass
Ambulance, get me an ambulance
Say the word
Please, please
No, not that word
The other word, I love you, that one
I love you, ambulance, please, please
Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me
Just going to take the tourniquets off
I’ll put them up here
If you get them, be quick
Remember to release them every fifteen minutes
Oh, one more thing
Love you babe.