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It is so lonely under the starry sky.
Our soul shells washed away with the speed of life.
Emotion bones faded.
With an empty eye of own skeletons,
they count the stars on the cosmic vault,
seeking for the meaning of the life show.
*
Surrounded by a multitude - alone.
In disbelief, I count so many treacherous.
They have hungry eyes and empty souls crawling in the mud.
They bow to the screens,
from which a river of fog flows,
covering their weak minds.
*
I know you exist, and you are far away.
I can feel your breath on my face.
I'm free to tell you all my thoughts, fears, and desires.
I reveal to you all of my secrets.
There is no fear - just pure joy of being naked in front of you.
You rejoice to my naked soul as you take your veils off.
There are all colors - it's beautiful.
*
Finally - on a sand pond - by the sea.
We are naked by all means.
Bare souls and naked bodies - you come to give me a hug.
Fairy light and wet - we merge into one being.
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Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded
The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing
One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still
Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one
Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013
Some minutes consume me like venom darting up your leg
Straight to the heart
No restraint
Like ice melting on a summer day,
the silence of a forest on a frosty day-
Relentless,
Cold,
bittersweet,
The sun rays provide no warmth
Just hope.
Some seconds I fall into the depths of my own sorrow
Forgetting what was, what is to become
And I retreat-
I fall down the sinkhole,
Trapped deep within the dirt
But I’m alright here.
I have found comfort in the treacherous cold,
The pain I feel in my heart-
Almost empty
A kind of frostbite chilling to your bone
A hollow void you’re stuck in like a continuous loop
And yet we must keep moving-
Can’t get stuck in the past
Even though there’s more comfort there than anywhere-
We must survive.
There’s a constant battle of remembering and living-
Living in the past, present, and future
Neglecting anything that doesn’t serve your life
because we aren’t promised another day
We aren’t even promised a year
Let alone a decade,
And as we swallow the doubt that love will ever consume you again-
A hug you look for in every person-
We must look within for guidance
Look inside to see the light-
There will never be light outside-
In the cold dark unforgiving world,
Now in survival mode, we must have faith-
Believe in the invisible linings
It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four
Hell has landed on every shore
Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate
People now captive to a totalitarian state
Society is now ruled with an iron fist
You’ve seen those movies; you know the gist
Elders tell tales of an earth so free
Crossing great valleys and sailing the sea
I haven’t seen the sun since they poisoned the sky
We scurry in darkness, where the wealthy don’t pry
The air has a noxious opacity that stings my lungs
Those activists on pedestals just spoke in tongues
These decrepit streets are treacherous at night
Instead, we huddle together in flickering candlelight
Few can afford the luxury of simple power
The doomsday clock lurks just shy of the hour
We rummage through garbage for anything to eat
Surviving cold-drenched nights is no easy feat
The smell of street food, I’m teased by the air
I try not to stare, for that chance he may share
I’m enslaved by demons who pull the strings
There’s no escape; they’ve clipped my wings
Can’t we break this monotonous chain?
Let’s rip it all up and start again
I tearfully weep, “It’s not meant to be this way”
I’m tired of being some sick monster’s prey
Every night I dream of the same old prize
That the darkness be pierced by a golden sunrise
Crushing of metal,
The sound of breaking glass,
Smell of hot engine oil
And the heat from burning gas.
All mental control was lost,
Head throbbing from emotional pain,
Vision clouded with remorseful tears
As anger pulsed through swollen veins
Shaking hands violently shifted gears
As dangerous speeds were angrily reached,
As hurting words echoed in ears
And treacherous corners made tires screech.
The road was slick with rain,
And the body numb with heartaches pain,
Unaware of red lights flashing,
Ears deaf to the oncoming train
Taken from this world
In the proverbial blink of an eye,
Without any justification
Or a clear reason why.
Was it all just for love
Or was it for a lie?
Was it due to selfishness and pity?
Or an unwillingness to even try?
Was it fate or just a random event?
It’s too puzzling yet to decide,
Because for all anyone really knows
It could have been an act
Of emotional suicide
Home is where the heart is…
They say that home is where the heart is…
If the heart is hollow and dusty then its home will always be dull and lifeless
If the heart lacks security and a desire to be loved then its home will always be treacherous and isolated
If the heart lacks joy and peace then its home will always be hopeless and agitated
If the heart lacks direction and is lost then its home will always be dark and motionless
If the heart feels rejected and criticized its home will always be embarrassed and despised
If the heart feels alone and worthless its home will always be empty and will lack value
What can be done in order for the heart to dispose of these negative thoughts, feelings and emotions?
How would its home portray and reflect when these negative thoughts, feelings and emotions have been vanished?
Who can take all of these troublesome aches and worries and replace it with nothing but pure clarity?
There is only one holy ‘person’
He is the only righteous King that can carry these heavy burdens of the heart
He is the beginning and end, the alpha and omega
He is the one and only…
He is worthy
He is mighty
He is everlasting
They say that home is where the heart is…
If the heart is filled with His word and promises its house will always represent the Kingdom of God
MIRAGE
Life is such stuff as dreams are made of.
Living the Oliver Twist is never enough
And will forever play the gluttony
Even in the midst of it tempest or harmony
It will always tower above the cloud-capped towers,
Under the severe winter blessings that showers
Where humans fail to notice the signpost instructions
Never ever to take Mister Mirage serious
Else he terminates your hope & dabbles your perception,
Cos sometimes you don't find in the eye life's construction,
Like men full of valour that smooth the air
As if their imaginary faithful house wives were there
Because they are red-hot and drown in tonic's...
Not feeling any ambivalence towards life's treacherous tricks
And stride on life's weakened paths in folly
But I beseech you, tread holy and softly
So that the weak-eyed mole may not hear a footing
Like men on the sand with printless foot mutely competing
For nature's reward or divine dependable blessings
Irrespective of their lame hands and settled sins.
On the construction of the hands heaven looks down
But only on earthly Spirited dust drop a blessed crown.
Let us not burden our weary remembrance on and on
With a heaviness and forsaken habits that should be gone
But know in time, that pitfall is just a stepping stone
Into a world where great men hold their own.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.
For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest
How Many?
going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count
Just Sleep Walking?
Wee Willy Winky
caught outside a boy’s window
in a night garment
Got Wool?
naked in the lane
three bags-full of wool sheared off
baa baa black sheep fleeced
She Didn’t Know What to Do!
Kids’ cries from inside -
outside an old woman’s shoe
child welfare people
Clean Your Plate!
Licking their plates clean
Jack Sprat and wife do their part. . .
kids starve in China
The Treacherous Hill
pail of spilled water
Jill’s body sprawled over Jack’s
one big bloody mess
What a Ding Dong
good deed for the day
boy scout Tommy Stout by well. . .
scratches on his arm
Not Even a Bone
old Mother Hubbard
Social Security cut
dog needs a new home
Yellow Georgie
victims of Porgie
confront him in the playground
his true color shows
The Original Blonde
Bo peep loses sheep
birth of a new tradition. . .
blonde jokes being told
The Schemer
some spilled curds and whey
spider near a fallen chair
supping happily
Making the Best. . .
Humpty takes a spill
the whole army can’t fix him
omelets for lunch
Baby Catches On
the church and steeple
and now you show me people?
those are just fingers!
They Say He Couldn’t Keep Her!
gossip in the town
pumpkin shell big as a house. .
where is Peter’s wife?
Bye, Hushed Baby
the sound of wind’s rush
baby’s cries abruptly hushed
broken branch on ground
*I'm choosing this series of haiku for several reasons.
First, it's the only post I made named "Twisted" so it
is an obvious choice. Second, I do have other poems
I consider a bit twisted, but, I simply cannot
remember the titles of some of these really old poems
to look for them. Finally, this series was inspired by
a long ago contest of PD's in which I got the idea
to take nursery rhymes and twist them, and so
I'm reviving this series which can no longer be
viewed by anybody here unless it's in a contest!
i overdosed for the first time last night
all the times i spent trying before
didn't seem as bad anymore
i laid in bed trying to sleep
hoping this would be the time
my eyes stayed closed forever
but i was held awake against my will
deep in my brain,
i knew something was wrong
even if this is what i've been wishing for
for so long
in the past i managed to fall right to sleep
when i took less than i did now
i wanted to be swept into dreamland
but the wheels in my brain kept turning
and my body did too
flipping back and forth
trying to be in a comfortable final position
i kept getting hot
no matter how little blanket i had on
and the wave of nausea hit
i thought i could be fine
go to sleep, make it all go away
all of it
but as i rushed into my bathroom
at four in the morning
i knew tonight wouldn't be the night
as my head hung over the toilet
i wondered why i'm forced to stay
reliving the same treacherous days
without anyone knowing
because how do you even bring that up?
to someone?
i don't know why this world is so adamant
to keep me here, held captive as a prisoner
is this karma?
what did i do that was so bad?
to deserve this?
Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”