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Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray
poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals,
in the heady light of day good men reel
recalling these morbid missiles played.
Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray
bringing uncalled for blackness to congeal
oft in coddled, crimson, rivers most surreal
on pathways and walls, red ricochets.
Call back those loosed demons, wants, desires ...
become a brighter bit of coal transformed
a flaming diamond full of holy light,
'fore the bullets tear and youth expires,
praise not the bigot, brash and uninformed.
Be the truth which knows no ending, defy ...
for foul anger, hatred, violence, all underlie,
the crumpled wall, the tattered form, the child's sigh,
all poison piercing's guns and bullets buy.
Play not the shill for evil men who lie.
Let youth and fire... form facets.. for the right
and strengthen all that's growing in the light.
Caudate Sonnet
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*Inspired by "Scared Bullet" by The Scribe (Marlon Linton)
It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're
childishly crying at the crib
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth.
I swear we all need bibs.
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that
mindfully should be hid.
Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and
"unrightfully" out in the mid
Where ration should be; with raw emotions stand we __
boldly in its stead.
To act with restraint would've actually been noble, but
a tantrum is what we did.
"But Takers are forsakers, and giving to those fakers
can be more than givers can take"!
We are not amusement for you to play with___ but of those
you should not toy or kid.
Good riddance to you and an unhappy farewell is the one
true thing we could bid.
Hit the door; for you're neither friend nor foe, but
merely unfinished poorly formed dough.
We had good notion to be in high motion; and completely
out of rears.
What happened today was uncalled for, and the absurdity
of all my years.
I never thought that something of this sort could bring
on such bouts of tears.
Yet gracious enough it's limit draws near, as warm
thoughts do appear.
Out from the wonderful voice of cheer; and all its
other peers.
To beckon us__ bring on those smiles and lift those tight
wrinkled chins.
As this day closes and comes to an end, we can't let
gloom and sorrows win.
But be inclined to bide our time with better things
__in mind.
So Let us calm our nerves and think of all thats'
preserved __as the crackers and red wine is served.
Alas! we settled us down and had a second go round
til we uttered not a sound.
What gotten into us; must have gone stir crazy,
or completely out of our heads.
To be hooping, hollering, and galloping like horses
up here; crying at the crib.
As we began our ways with Alkaiya in my arms
I knew I was walking towards an awakening reality
And with the undesired reality to come undone
I started to wonder if there ever will be another tranquility?
The paths ahead only promises to be deadlier still
Is destiny to predetermine the succession of either’s supremacy?
Both The Word and The Void, The war between the unreal
Am I really the cause to affect the balance of total ultimacy?
Yet… all that matters now, is the life of Alkaiya
Her infirmly life where only I can perhaps ensave or let die?
And with my unsleeping self, the distance to be is as yet afar
Am I always to despair in reality with a heavy sigh?
Consumed by my own wrath, I see to the day’s passing
Envisioning the impossible, knowing not the unprecedented fate
And of love, uncalled for in any sacrificial asking
Is there a dream… a one earnest dream to rightfully await?
With Alkaiya, its of love to whence outlast
A love pure and unkind, unknown and anew
With Ei-rian, its of love to belong the past
A love impure but kind, a memory left be sealed
It is not of my choosing to unfold the hidden night
I cannot know what seem destined as Knight of the Word
Yet gratefully, my hours of dark is not without light
To have The Askance to aid me through paths unheard
………………………………………………….
Time has everything
You only have something
From time life initiates
And you integrates
Time awards great
It offers love, not hate
When things go absurd
Your soul speaks unheard
Time survived its own existence
Yours has to live with persistence
World never asked you for a reason
Despite your fall in a season
If you rise, time holds the world
Because with time the world turns gold
Trials come not to put you down
But to give you time until sundown
Hills are tall and tough
Breaking your bones are not enough
Proving your worth a thousand times
Uncalled for to surmount the test of times
If you should flop or drop from up high
Do not fall playing like a bligh
If you will collapse and droop
Hold your soul, be calm and stoop
Manners come and go with time
Attitude is what speaks not mime
Your patience is the warrior that'll never submit
No matter how hard the lightning strikes and emit
Time will always be with you
Flow with the strength of time...
And let it grow with you!
Yeah Cancer,
What a horrible disease
It takes away dreams and change it to sorrow
Takes away parents from their children
And children from their family
but I have a message of Hope for you today
Anything that is destined to happen will happen
because you know what, life does happen
The unexpected, the uncalled for, the unintentional
We were damaged emotionally
Damage spiritually
it may be your heart broken today
or maybe a doctor's note saying you have one week to live
that your cancer has reached the critical stage
I am here to tell you guys you are not alone
to all those suffering of cancer,
and any sort of pain & diseases
You guys are not alone
keep on persevering
keep on praying
keep on Hoping
I Know it is difficult
it hard I know,
people critize you guys
sometimes treat you less than humans
But remember there no disease that isn't
but we always have to keep our head straight
repeating to Ourselves inside, I got this, I will survive this
But I believe, as long as you have hope, you can overcome
I watch the yellow moon on a colourless night
Sounds of cricket breaking the hum of silence
Distant footsteps echo through the streets
It is a labyrinth to a visitor uncalled for
There is the sea, with a golden strip of fiery reflection of the moon
Nose is cold but the smell of Fall invigorates an old soul
Leaves fall from the vines
And hedges kiss the gardens long forgotten
Thus, old soul drinks from the fountain herein
Sun is the Moon
Moon is the Sun
So it is
And may it ever be
The moon is hidden!
Like the Sun in an eclipse
Breath of the dragon prevails nevertheless
Its coming to me
And everyone that sees it
Only the wise know it is the phoenix in its sleep
When he wakes
Summer will show its face once again
And leaves will also be ripe again
To dance the eternal dance
Acompanied by the sound of Creation
The night slowly makes its way away from here and now
Fire is extinguishted and the sea is calm once again
Lost sight of the moon, it is hidden by a dark cloud
The mist engulfs the visions in a comfortable way
Wake up and realize!
There is no dreams on such a solitary night
Impermanence it is
And can only ever be
Better To Plant Flowers
There are vile people on this planet of ours
people who argue even in their heads that what is
right is wrong and what is wrong is right and
about this they are tight and could bite if it suits them
But these troublemakers are worthy of neither our life
nor our time and should have their own country- a land
full of rocks and lack for their upset foundation is not
our influenced foundation
They are themselves our enemies and clueless judges
and their vine is wicked despite their ability to hide their
tart indifference from view- their deceit can be convincing
but only if you’re not mentally alert
But do not give in to their veiled deceit even though
they might act hurt by your resistance especially if you
are persistent to resist their grapes of uncalled for obstruction
It’s better to align yourself with the good and plant flowers
than to be duped and get stuck with cacti
Olive’s Cinnamon Bark
It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin
Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the mist on the crystal of time
At first it had appeared to project a tarnished reflection of yesteryear’s
Cinnamon Bark of Youth
A silver hair dropping its flair onto laughter lines and sorrow grooves
The imager an hour glass of pleaded messages to tempt with gloss and mask
To stifle the miracle silken touch with unkind uncalled for varnished perplexion’s
Olive Shine of Middle Age
Still a child at heart tanned by weather of challenges growth blissfully wild
Perception perspective’s inclusion recovered beauty never lost but adorned
With garnished collection of scent’s senses and unspoken images to become
Acorns of Seniority
27 March 2018
When eyes which once gave glances of sweet love
Now send such cruel reproaches to my heart;
When grace uncalled for descended like a dove
But now with pain my skin,once kind, does smart....
At times these days of grief and loss seem harsh
As if some demon owns my inmost heart.
And without grace my lips are dry and parched..
with fear I shiver,tremble and I start.
Shall I attempt retaliation for this hurt?
What weapon shall I use to vent my rage?
my lips were never fashioned to be curt.
My soul,no warrior eager war to wage
How shall I find my way out of this maze,
back to green fields where sheep so docile graze?
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *