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I was walking home from the inn one night
Along the cobbled streets home to my wife
Ten sailors' jumped out and gave me a fright
They had coshes' and I feared for my life.
I felt sharp pain on the back of my head
It went dark and I fell down on the ground
Before I passed out I was full of dread
Another victim the pressgang had found.
Next morning I woke tied at the ships mast
The main sail above me flapped in the breeze
An officer said "you'd better learn fast
You are the kings now so him you will please".
I looked over the side, we were at sea
Freedom I once had was taken from me.
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Written on 24th November 2018.
A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled
me and woke me up, and yawing
I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed:
a heartbreaking message appeared
on my black IPhone, I started shaking,
" Pretty boy, I'm leaving for sunny California,
it's about time you had a night of insomnia! "
Little sleep I got and screaming
my nightmare got really worse:
" Did she really wanted to forget
me along with her birthday,
not thinking of that red rose
I would have brought today? "
I refused to hear her untrue voice...
but her sad words kept on echoing!
Coughing out a poisonous disease,
I felt relieved from the sharp pain...
one last thing I had to do to make
her goodbye melt quicker than any snowflake
by opening the secret box so cold to the touch
and unearth: a sentimental treasure
never darkened by a speck of dust;
I found no interest or pleasure in reading
those long letters slowly turned by the April breeze...
awesome words of past deceit that no longer please!
I have bought a ticket to LA to take her back by being cool;
by morning, I will be flying with the iron will not to beseech;
no, my arrival won't be a pleasant surprise by any means!
She thought I would have given up on her like any other fool;
no, sweetheart you are the gold that still lures and glitters,
you are the beautiful glow of the sunset over Newport Beach!
Entered in Laura Lee's contest,
" Combination Of Three Words "
Written on 12/ 31/ 2015
Thunder echo's
Softly in the distance.
Hot is the twilight
Sheet lighting flickering in the velvet sky; high.
Strobe all in the sharp silhouette.
Black shapes...
Thunderheads; masses as the cloud build higher.
Darkness within its depth.
fire rages deep inside.
Tongues of hot furies lick, strike.
Plasma torrid and white dances...
While fingers of lighting stab the electric earth.
The air is charged...the heat is thick...
The coming storm heralds the cool winds of fall.
Rains lie suspended deep within its womb,
Waiting to burst!
The wind picks up and troubles trees to tilt.
Thunder rumbles in
Louder as it nears
Lighting flashes sliver slicing the air.
Wind rolls and the thunder rings
Suddenly fat drops of hot rainfall
Like gods crying for mortal fears.
Large tears fall...slow at first
Then faster hot and sharp
Hitting the dry dirt.
Carving rivers.
Cascade in waters builds and flow…
Waiting for the cooling winds of a coming frost.
Thunder echo…
Lighting flickers, and shadows everything.
Each silhouette: black and sharp!
As thunderheads mass and pass.
Feeling the rain wash away all…
Ninety one degrees in the staggering heat
Has mysteriously erupted my heart beat
The savior is sitting in the burning fleet
Waiting patiently for the day to complete
Voices of pain trapped in the lane
Voices of hope reminiscing about
Voices of love singing a merry song
Voice of hate is banging on the gate
And the voice of peace is echoing above
Big dog, little dog searching around the hall
Nose pointed towards the target
And tongue speaking to the market
Everyone is listening in on the call
Oh what a terrible brawl
I can remember the day when my spirit was at ease
And the multitude sat quietly on the grass listening to it all
The distant wind blows gentle over the mountain
And the message flows speedily through the horizon
The birds stand graciously on the electric line
Looking sharp and shine, they too have understood
The message that was hidden underneath the wood
Oh heavens in the sky, listen to me as the cloud drift by
The morning is waiting on the sun,
And the evening is on the run
If you look carefully you can see,
The mystical expression on my face
The music is playing inside me
And the heaven is dancing around me
The big hawks are lingering in the sky
And the pelicans are standing by
Searching for the hidden fish
While they are stirring in my dish
Salt and pepper to taste,
Oh please make some haste
The miracle is standing in front of me
And I don't have to search any longer
Everyone say that I am very lucky
And the great big God had blessed me
I have been swinging from tree to tree
Holding tight to the solemn branch
I finally find a place to land in a distant place
No thorn, no thistle, indeed it was a miracle.
The heat is rising and the pressure is declining.
I am here and you are there
I am breathing fresh air
The will and the desire to stand
Has finally put us in a section all over the land.
You arrived
with thunder in your lungs.
And left us
with light in our hands.
Your mother said
you would be fire.
And you became
illumination.
I see you
in radio waves.
In phone signals.
In every trembling bulb
that refuses darkness.
They used you.
They copied you.
They buried you in silence.
But genius
cannot stay buried.
Edison took your labor.
Marconi took your glory.
Yet history
has a slow memory—
and a sharp tongue.
You chose solitude
over applause.
Thought
over wealth.
Vision
over comfort.
You fed birds
as if feeding ideas.
And your mind
learned to fly.
Now your name
moves electric dreams.
Not because of fame—
but because
truth travels.
You died poor.
But the world
became rich.
That is the curse
of prophets.
They light the way—
then walk it
alone.
The blade in my hand has been honed razor sharp by reality
I wield it with the careful precision of a skilled physician
who was accrued decades of experience
performing the tedious task of dissecting existence
cutting cleanly through connective tissue to the bone
peeling back striated muscle and skin
securing them with tiny pins
severing ligaments and tendons
disarticulating joints and limbs
unveiling what by design has been hidden
beneath the deceptive shell of rosy flesh
revealing what some shield themselves from
by donning blinders made from money
building walls with the bricks of their success
never having seen or but briefly glimpsed
the darkness and depravity of the world
that exists within each of us
buried deep down or just under the surface
before turning away in disgust
preferring the pretty pictures on the wall
to the truth of it all
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[Verse 1]
I shut my eyes, and there you are,
Like smoke that fades but leaves a scar.
I reach to touch, but it slips away —
A darkened ash where love used to stay.
Your beauty, a spark that lit the night,
Your words, sharp knives of truth and light.
But now I’m bound in this silent cell,
A man fallen from Heaven, into a living hell.
[Pre-Chorus]
In quiet halls, I hear your name,
A whispered prayer wrapped up in shame.
I gave my soul, I lost my place —
But still I chase the shadow of your face.
[Chorus]
Abelard’s lament for Heloise,
A love that burns through centuries.
I weep for what was torn away —
The flame that flickers, won’t obey.
Was I falling or just letting go?
Was it love, or something I don’t know?
In the fire, I’m chained and free —
Still longing for what can’t be.
[Verse 2]
The light of truth burns through the haze,
And strips away those reckless days.
I trade my manhood for this cross,
A penitent for love and loss.
My wisdom’s cage, my intellect’s blade,
Tortures me with every choice I made.
But when night falls, I’m young once more —
Lost in you like never before.
[Pre-Chorus]
In silent prayer, I question fate,
The cost of love, the hand of hate.
Do I find God, or lose my soul —
In this prison where the questions roll?
[Chorus]
Abelard’s lament for Heloise,
A love that burns through centuries.
I weep for what was torn away —
The flame that flickers, won’t obey.
Was I falling or just letting go?
Was it love, or something I don’t know?
In the fire, I’m chained and free —
Still longing for what can’t be.
[Bridge]
Was it worse to never know the flame,
Or burn too bright and lose my name?
If truth is found in endless fight,
Do I lose peace or find the light?
[Outro]
Maybe freedom’s in the questions,
Not the answers or the lessons.
If I surrender all I’ve known,
Could I be free inside this stone?
A prisoner of my own desire,
Still seeking light within the fire.
Abelard’s heart still beats for you —
In every question, something true.
She yawns as she takes out each dart sharpens the tip and adds them back to pile.
This game has been going on for quite awhile.
She stretches as still she refuses to play.
Come what may.
Again he steps up and snatches the darts.
Posed he stands there a fine work of art.
Young still vibrant chest puffed in defiance.
Having gained so much except the ability to feel pride in self reliance.
His eyes bright as the day time skies.
She shakes her head still not understanding why.
She braces for the inevitable as sharp points fly.
Her hide tough from battling through lies.
Each dart hitting its mark
For although he lacks in self pride he doesnt lack in smarts.
She grimaces and takes each one not allowing eyes to meet.
He takes his seat.
She again gathers the sarcastic off handed remarks
The shots taken in the dark
Each black purple blue and red spotted dart.
She yawns and sharpens each one with care and returns them doing her part.
Taking her place solemn hurt filled rejection weighing down
Slumped shoulders and broken frown.
She remains on solid strength grown ground
Determined to love through it all til self pride through self reliance is found.
Again tonight she took in the bad and turned it around.
Giving of her feelings her heart giving her all without a sound.
Teaching through suffering that she will remain.
She has not left as each battle came.
She lived through lonely and breathed through pain.
Staying as close as she can.
Trying to help build pride within this man.
I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger.
There is a lack of sameness however.
I look at my brother and shake my head as he
Starts for the water. He hesitates, his ears come up.
He is listening. I realize for the first time how many points he has.
I had another brother with points like that. Proud, until he was not.
He paws at the ground and gives a rough cough.
I give him a sharp glance. He looks down, shyly.
Not as proud, and I feel ashamed of myself.
He is my little brother. Do I dare let him go first?
The last time I did that, I lost a brother.
With a cough, I let him know I will go first.
Something is wrong; not danger, but something.
Man? I am not sure. If man, a young one.
I step out and take a cool drink. Put my head up.
Sh! Did you hear that?
A loud noise crashes through the meadow.
A searing pain goes through me.
The last thing I see before my eyes close
Is my brother's white tail as he hops over the fence
Back toward the safety of the trees. He does not look back.
I smile, knowing I saved at least one of my brothers.
Sure as the sun breathes with daylights colour
Shadow of a thought twilight's
inside hope enters
as we build this world together
Stepping forward unto the plate
sharing within peace
Stars veiled by drifting clouds revealing source
In a courtyard of stone echoes carry footsteps
Blind cold fingers being icy
Crawling snakebites
over the spine darkness creeps
Baited with sharp frozen deadly rasps
Anchored in the ocean mist
opening up a treasured chest
Pirate of a thousand dreams
Sailing away on a desert storm
Council held inside the tempest
Lightening when it strikes home
electric where the pulse beats
One soul re-burns with a heart in tow