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When I was very young
I heard a story of a princess
She was someone
That enjoyed pain of others
She was beautiful and powerful
She had many knights
Whishing her hand in marriage
But she did not care for any of them
Her expression was cold as stone
And her heart did not have a drop of love
In addition she enjoyed hurting people
Animals and games of bloody spectacles
She decided that only man she would marry
Would be the one who won a tournament
Tournament in which knights would fight
As the tournament began
She calmly watched as knights
Tore each other to pieces
All for her amusement
Yet still
She had neither pity nor love
For any of them
One of the warriors came from the east
He was very handsome
He fought very bravely
Like a lion
But his expression was such
That even knights defeated by him held no grudge
The princess was amazed by his performance
And she actually started to care for him
When he won the tournament
She went down the tower with biting heart
And her cold expression was gone
She was ready to give him her hand in marriage
But to her surprise
He did not want her
Because he knew what kind of person
She was
This is how the story ends
Knight returned home with his honor
And princes who was antagonist
In this story was left with noting
However in real life things go little different
For example
Most likely winner of the tournament
Would take the princesses hand in marriage
Because she was very rich
And if he didn’t
She would have had him killed
In real life when someone goes out on a limb
They usually end up one who is hurt
Makers of Concord supersonic plane for example
Were unable to use their jet
Because of technical problems
As well as financial
And they were the lucky ones
Still I admire the knight
Although speaking from my own experience
It is very difficult to go out on a limb
And I don’t have a lion like will and courage
But to those who would try to punish me
I will be like a scorpion
Small and seemingly week
But that will sting like hot knife if someone tries to step on it
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story.
I wasn't always bitter like this, I've had my fair share of glory.
In my youth I was an all-state football player with a lot of friends.
But you know life was going too good, and we all know that ends.
One time I was there, all the way on top.
Then out of no where, it came to a complete stop.
I had to deal with the loss of my brother,
then shortly after, I lost my significant other.
For four years, it was just the two of us.
We were perfect, no fights and no reason to fuss.
One night we went to the movies on a date.
She told me to step on it, cause we were late.
So as I sped down the street and over a hill.
Just thinking about it now, gives me a chill.
When I came over the crest, there was a car right there.
He had a flat tire and was about to put on the spare.
It was too late, there was nothing I could do.
I slammed on the brakes, but we hit before I even knew.
I still remember the fear and feeling the broken glass.
I still remember the terrifying scream I heard last.
I woke up at the hospital, I asked if anything happened to her at all.
They said she's in a room down at the end of the hall.
I needed to see her, they said not right now, but I was pleading.
Then a nurse sat down and said I'm sorry, she has internal bleeding.
I had to ask the nurse, because I didn't know what that meant.
She said nothing can be done, so I stood up and to her room I went.
I walked in and looked at her, I'll never forget what she said.
“Everything will be alright, I love you,” and for the last time I kissed her forehead.
That night I lost the person I was going to call my wife.
That night, I lost the love of my life.
I wish it was still us two.
Baby everyday I still miss you.
***By Chris Matt for A Rambling Poets contest.***
8-14-2011
Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance
well intentioned people
all around
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)
it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road
I feel like an idiot
it has to feel like that when you deliver a piece of self so other can step on it
even though stepping on it was not intended
but
not knowing what to do with it
they just step on it
when mistake acquires a form of face
leave some words unspoken – they taught me
it is nicer to be humanly than fashionably conscious – they taught me
so i just have a message for you: eat ****,
you have devoured all of my cookies anyway so
by academic degree
babbitry of yours couldn't be washed – they failed
when iron clew entangles in your chest
oversleep
it will go away
it always does – they failed
wrist is accustomed on postponement
and I have forced expression
for every urbanely pickled photography
that whore karma laid down one nice slap on my cheek
well
on what is left of it
****
... man is it's evolution
* warm rabbit was notorious practice in jail for political prisoners in Yugoslavia (Goli otok) where when a new prisoner came prison guards would forced prisoners to line up in two rows and new prisoner had to walk through and other prisoners were forced to beat him with any object available until prison guards said it's enough.
Mystical and enchanting, feel the leaves fall in rhythm to the ground as they follow your
trail. You walk to enjoy the scenery that is still life; living immobile elders that blow
their thoughts of a time where everything seemed quiet. Hushed is the ground every time you
step on it; not even the branches that withered off are hard enough to make a sound. Trees
reach out their fingered covered arms, like little children wondering how you feel upon
their waken leaves to gather your different textures of skin. Spots of light go through the
parts of uncovered shade; highlighting the patch of dirt, that was to harsh to let
anything grow, the fallen leaf that still cries out to his brothers, even though his yells
are slowly diminishing. And most untainted to be shown, is the butterfly resting on the
flower. Brighten to be shown as a marvel, the sun beams on it as if it were to say; do not
miss this! Gently you sit to not utter the untouched peace that is this moment. Wings that
are opening and closing in a hypnotizing way, letting you gaze at their colors and hues.
You sit there enjoying this everyday missed sensation from your concrete home, for here
there is so many living being in one gathered place; some are too tiny, some are in hiding
and some are watching without you knowing or their race. You sit here, cause here you can
unravel and not be replaced.
So Shall my Heart Speak
As Tears.. fall like rain
Oh how.. tis I am so Nieve
I am the one to blame
I..
I shall seal my heart
Forever..
I shall Never
Give my heart away
ever again
For someone
just to step on it
Again and again
Never.. Never..
Not in this Life
I shall allow My heart
To be tricked with lies
of Love that a..
would ever..
have love for me..
My heart Beholding Love for...
Only Jesus
And All in this Life
Shall ever be.. Friends..
Giving..
Forever in Eternity
For this time
as I know..
Truth..
Love hurts
Brings pain
many forms
But Never again..
Shall my heart be giving
or even to think there ever be
True Love in this life for me
For I know now for me..
tis would just be
Truth Reveals.. tis Your Love
was Just Make believe..
As I found. .your Love was--For me..
I should have realized..
But I didn't see..
Truth is--As all tis always be..
Thank you.. My Darling
for the thought
of Making me believe
That You really Loved me for Me
But as I see..
Truth still beholds
What tis was said..
Stilll unfolds
"No Man in their Right Mind--
Would Ever behold Love for Me~
for I Truly understand
for the way.. Why would any..
After all.. yes..
Truth Prevails again
~~~ I am
~~~~what I am..
Form:
I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this
This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King
So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud?
My cloud is other than my safe haven, with hard sweat and tears
I will make it rain, and it will flood some dreams
When someone request to see my cloud it is not white nor gray
I spout out a bluish silver color with lots of fun shapes that stay
I grumble like thunder making lightning afterwards
I grumble like thunder when people seem to think my field is theirs
No way! I say, Hey YOU! Get off MY Cloud! To day
I try my best to push them off with louder thunder
With lightning flash with some god like shock
My world, my soul, my hardship and most of my entire dream
Is emptied out by one that stands wrong on my field of dreams
The silver lining becomes so dull; I hope to make them fall
My cloud is as wide as a field that I may grow and sow
Now once more, I will say if it fails to get them off my cloud so low
I may have it not low, to make the fall a hard blow
I am King on my cloud; I can make it float high
I can make it float low, but if you decide to step on it
You will find thunder and lightning that will make a great show
And I will say the same thing once more
Hey YOU! Get off My cloud!
Sanjay Karmakar
Hey hey! let's give fire to the palace, villas
hold the gunpowder to set to burn down the house, rouse
who are poor slum houses to keep hot, sought
to keep them warmth in winter, in dance & songs
yes we should set on the principle
hot.
Today let's we destroy their supremacy
overwhelmed in such a furor
destroy their palace down to dust; in way to set up equality
to sing the song of freedom in this morn
and to pass them towards extinction
we are the carrier of the bravery and the valor better
we must step on it today, we are arrogant
we will sing that song of humanity
if we have to pay our life too, no matter
The birds will sing in a sweet voice, peace will come to the nest.
hey pay attention, today we will kill the evil
come on to destroy the acts of evils in the country,
come on in a dress of an army
come on to sing the sweet melody, come on, come on.
Set the fire, set set set, come on be fierce to set the fire
come on united to destroy these flowers
those which, gives off its fragrance in the vapor of poison
and spreading the bad lesson
let's we done destroy these today,
come on.
Let's sing that song of peace filled with love
Joy Bangla in a loud voice, in this dawn
to make gold our nation.
Verse 1.
Like a door you opened up your heart;
Like the floor you've walked me out;
What am I to do
What am I to do
You reject my love;
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Like a painting on the wall;
Like a nail holding it up so that it doesn't fall;
What am I to do
What am I to do
You've rejected me now I'm blue;
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Now I've shut the door
And I'm standing still here on the floor
And I'm not going no where
I've taken the painting down from the wall
And the nail I placed it in the trash; (so your bare foot won't step on it)
This love will last, I'm standing here just to say...
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
08/29/17
written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
I love beading, I love making gifts and jewelry to sell. I had a project in progress, beading a bracelet, but I ran out of thread a few thousand times and in the process of cutting another piece, mislaid my needle;
Alarmed, frantically searching,
I had every horrid scenario going through my mind.
What if I stepped on the thing and it went through my toe? My cat could step on it and it could get lodged in her leg bone; it was certainly thin enough; my god, what if she ate the thing! How would they get the needle out of her?
I’m breathing heavily now, flashlight in one hand and a magnet in the other, scraping it across the carpet. Even worse, I had a picture of myself falling on the thing; geez, it went straight into my eye; there goes that expensive implant!
Outright, panting, sweating, in complete panic now;
I can’t find it; what do I do? In the time it takes to get the vacuum; it could end up inside of my cat! Settling myself on the brink of a panicked pulmonary incident; I stand up from the floor and there, on the table...my eyes met that pesky needle; right where I’d left it when I pulled out that last bit of thread...well, now I’m too stressed to finish...no focus.
My dreams have been shattered for I have no hope left
You’ve stolen my heart in this moment of theft
Patiently holding my heart up above
Without anticipation you throw it down with no love
There it lay splattered all over the ground
Then you step on it with rage, violent and profound
As I stare at you with dead eyes
All my feelings have gone numb
There are neither sounds nor cries
Only my dismay and glum
As I bend down to pick up the remains
I can only pick up so much and leave behind the stains
With the tiny fragments suspended by my hands
Like a puzzle with missing pieces no one understands
Confused and shocked as I slowly walk away
Softly spoken words come out with a delay
“Why did you hurt me?” “How can you dare?”
“I’ve always made sure that I was there…”
My pride was gone and nothing felt fine
I barely even remember crossing the line
You just snapped and lost all control
So you made me pay a pricey toll
I will now suffer for the rest of my years
While the distorted feelings for you are the cause for my tears
Leaving behind the fragments in place
I walk slouching with an empty face
I don’t want a heart so I can hurt again once more
So I leave it dead lying on the floor