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Heaviness painfully throbbed your beating heart,
as the world could not understand it
and could never see it.
With your slurred words
and tired, dilated eyes,
I smiled, knowing you were not from here,
watching you drenched in sweat,
dripping down from your neck
in the midst of this muggy
unforsaken place.
And as the last song of thunderous sounds from trumpets played
while golden horns slowly waved in and out of the dark,
screaming to a high climax then falling low
and lower as if it was a rhythm of a train in the rain,
slowing making its stop,
many along the walls stood whispering to others
while gazing back and forth in your direction
as those at their tables whispered amongst cigarette smoke,
using their empty glasses as ashtrays.
And miserably, you walked towards me across the room with courage, and I already knew, just like the others, life had already broken you.
And I waited on the other side with a smile until you arrived,
as you stumbled, drunkenly aroused— into my web.
Then your eyes followed my hips outside the front door.
We walked further away from the departing crowd.
And further away.
Then further away
into darkness,
then
you heard the sound of car doors mysteriously opening.
Footsteps crept closer, and you searched and strained your eyes to see what was waiting.
And when you saw them, you were suddenly
transfixed
You cautiously called my name to get an understanding.
And there was a sound of a closing door,
and I had vanished away.
Desperate scrambling sparked, with a quick touch of a blade to your neck.
Movements pushed and pulled against each other.
And a sound of fumbling,
finally ending with a loud screech—
silence.
Heavy footsteps quickly ran away, and time had stood still.
Then you limped back to your car with an empty wallet
and a frown of dried tears—
A fake phone number folded in your pocket.
You were drenched in the darkest of dark,
and I was in my element,
watching and waiting in my car for my share
of the money we earned.
JG Finch
A polytheist would argue
just one God
That there are endless guards
and many rods
given these wards
With many temperaments and aims
devotion for a supreme being
Compassionate gods spread
charity, clarity’s
light and goodwill
Whereas others spread hate,
blood still spills
Relates—mayhem and darkness
The God of the Old Testament
unforsaken is the nakedness
not ever to turn the other cheek
not even for the meek
He portrays Himself
Jealous and wrathful
vengeful, rageful
Numbskull—beware!
Whilst man plays by the rules
these judges will decide
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
No complaints, apologies
Whilst the God of New Testament
demonstrates much mercy,
forgiveness you shall see
For God and his creations
This is what’s in common
in the world religions
This is the core,
the common essence
all shared values
when in His presence
The road is long, painful and circuitous
A troubled past will plague us
dubious religious sects, false replay,
vulnerable man is their prey
Realization from my deepest self I reveal
enamored in love is how I truly feel
I felt with all things,
a strong sense of collectiveness
An emotional rapture
of the combined sacred oneness
One man showed us love
A true love He
displayed,
flogged, died
Crucified for love
of mankind
The Jewel of Jesus
Find a man like Him
and certainly not a moony (woman)
In Ganges River, I shall swim
in blessed holy water
I’ll bathe in
His wine I’ll drink
On my knees I shall sink
Bow down and pray
for Yahwe’s precious Jewel
the One, the Only
Eyes of blue?
Jesus Christ Superstar
From the everyday hubbub I have often fled
to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead.
Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour
noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower.
Cross beneath the arch and through the gate
to those here bearing witness to our fate.
Marked by gently listing weathered stone
they lie here all together, all alone.
Through village history I slowly pass
borne on the ebb and flow of unmown grass.
Sarah Smith, taken in eighteen thirty-one
her past just twelve years old, her future gone.
Another Sarah, Eames, near the main porch,
each facet of her tomb topped by a torch.
In a corner by the hedge with beard of moss
a solitary ornate Celtic cross.
Reverend Ogle, keeper once of Church and grounds
now waiting for the final trumpet's sound.
Another cross, lain flat with hole for flowers
rests darkly in the shadow of the tower.
Wind and weather from it's face the name long taken
unknown, but unto God is unforsaken.
Inside the Church in amber candleglow
stand the Alabaster Angels- and they know.
Respectfully I pick my way back to the gate
till next time, and eternity, they wait.
One last glance back, then time to move along,
All Saints calls out the hour
the Crows are gone
Freedom is a fight
We must win
It's about the love of
Being free, wanting to
Escape into a
Different destiny
Possessing the need
To explode are you
Kidding me?
We have all been to the
Mountain top and peered
Over and saw a new world
I wonder is it for us
Baby freedom is a fight
We can't give up
It comes from the love of
Wanting to lay down at night
Rising to a better life
Unforsaken dreams
Instead we struggle we
Have strife man, this is crazy
When is the last time you
Traveled outside this country?
You need a passport permission
Hear this precious days are few
Freedom isn't really free
We must scream hoping that
Some one will lend his ear
We can't allow fear to scare us
Because US together to gather
We are FEARSOME
I want you to know freedom is
A fire burning, such a thing
To behold, this is a fight we
Must not fall short of
You should know we are not
Ever alone, want and poverty
Is the night we rage against
Praying for that day yes,
Freedom we can win
Born of confidence and consciousness
Someone once asked
WHAT IS A NIGHTMARE?
This is a nightmare we
must wake from
Baby freedom is a fight
UNTIL THE END
N.I.G.G.E.R (Nigeria Is God's Greatest Enunciated Race)
On the road to Africa lies riches & diamond rings,
In the land of green & white & green,
The men with "three eyes" are kings,
Raising above sickening sins that stinks
And becoming a god without God investigating,
Corporate Merriment on the day of their joy
Though we're questioning & vexing.
We're Unforsaken but a 'chosen generation,
A royal priesthood, an holy nation'
(Though could be unholy in her approach sometimes),
Beauty & power laudest in our ovation,
A land of brown sands, blood & brine,
Riches & undying hope in its prime,
Queuing vehicles & praying hands
To lend our spirit, soul & body wholly
Like ghost to trouble joy, we tell the story;
Eyes gaze at the pilot stars
Calculating our abundance & scattered equations.
So let's swear an oath
On the highest mountains & hills
Like starved whores on pills,
Like gods careless of mankind under their eyes,
That greatness will be a reality someday,
And like lost treasures from a capsized ship
Nature shall wash your shells where this land lies
And it shall breed saviours of our kind.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2017
An oath that humanity has sworn is the total cooperation of the storm that history
has warned, on the eve of chaos indeed one must be at ease the revolution is
gods solution to evils evolution.
Be forewarned to those who sit on the devils throne your life is not your own the
storm that history has warned bares no pity for your soul will see eternity cold
and empty. As he said "Look up to me for i am that gracious entity into my arms
and i shall set you free".
Over come your fears soldiers will never drown in unforsaken tears set aside
those years and walk were imagination appears, the storm that history has
warned is about to blow its final wind the end only to me it depends.
Watcher of new and old this story must always be told on angels ears never
to get old, the storm that history has warned a rage that faith yet unshakable
always fades and with it the death of my new age.
Speak as if my will engraved in ancient stone guides you all undoubtable
back were you belong, beside me in heavens kingdom waters are now to be
calm the storm that history has warned is no more untouched always i adore.
Shoved on the stone cold floor
Thrown into a hard wood door
Slapped in the face
And given no grace
Strangled by his hands at the throat
As he smiles and begins to gloat
Blood and tears stream down
As he runs off to town
Huddled in the deep dark corner
Stone faced like a mourner
Locked up and can't get away
Suffering inside each night and day
You haven't got a clue
Of what you're gonna do
You bang on the door
And stomp on the floor
You scream outloud but no one hears
Cold and afraid your eyes fill with tears
Despiration fills the soul
As pain and suffering takes their toll
You spy a knife hung on the wall
And decide right there to end it all
In your last breath of utter despair
You ask God why He was not there
Hope and life fade away
But God really was there that day
Moments later a voice calls out
Wondering what the noise was all about
Help bursts through the door
To find she is no more
She gave up to soon
And fell to her doom
God is always there
And he really does care
He will never leave you
Nor forsake you
Form:
The story that I am writing,
Could easily be true.
It could have happened,
To either me or to you;
In a mail room somewhere,
A letter lays unread.
On the front of the envelope,
This is what it said:
"A Letter To My Darling"
The envelope was old, and tattered with years.
On the pages, they seem to still be, wet with tears;
"In a fox hole my darling", that's how it all began,
"We were running from the enemy,
And it was more than I could stand.
"In A Letter To My Darling."
"I toss and turn, unable to rest.
I love you so much, cause to me,
You are the best;
I don't want to die, in this unforsaken land.
But, I have my faith in God,
And here is where I"ll stand."
"In A Letter To My Darling."
As the last page was folded,
They were choaking back the tears.
And each one began to wonder,
How it lasted through the years;
Then on the envelope, some words began to appear.
"Thank you", it read, For all the latters you sent me.
Signed, "A Letter To My Dear."
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
The world is watching with bated breath,
while an unforsaken slaughter takes place
A man with no soul, an angel of death
There is no escape from this labyrinth,
only terror he brings to his own race
The world is watching with bated breath
With rage, pent-up frustration, and faith
Good men do their part, fighting to replace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
Poets write forthright about him in depth,
with a fury about what’s taking place
The world is watching with bated breath
One man’s brutality, Lord thy feareth.
Oligarchs flee on their yachts and disgrace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
As we stand together, we send a pleth—
ory of prayers to end this, with God’s grace
The world is watching with bated breath,
a man with no soul, an angel of death