The night was torn with a silver cry,
A voice like thunder’s
The world grew dim, the velvet black
Enfolded him and gave him back
A crown of thorns and iron flame,
And music wrapped around his name.
He walked through smoke, through shards of glass,
A mirror cracked from every past,
Yet in his gaze there burned a spark—
A child still dreaming in the dark.
Not heaven’s hymn nor devil’s sneer
Could make him bow or disappear;
He sang for those the night forgets,
For haunted boys and pale brunettes.
With trembled hands and haunted smile,
He danced along the razor’s mile—
Yet never once did he betray
The wild, electric break of day.
I would have known him in a dream,
Among the stars, a crimson gleam—
His voice a bell that shook the skies,
A hymn for all the world's goodbyes.
He loved as only broken do,
With howls that pierced the silence through,
And though the years may bow his head,
The song remains, and is not dead.
A prince not born but forged in fire—
He gave his blood to lift us higher.
Categories:
osbourne, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Been coughing lately out of breath with regrets
Asthma? Emphysema? Bully pest upsets
My arms akimbo
at foul passing nimbo
Suffering succotash, I need a cigarette!
Categories:
osbourne, bullying, celebrity, death,
Form: Limerick
John Michael Osbourne
looks so tired and worn
when asked to respond
he could only say something no one could understand
Categories:
osbourne, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
"Cerberus Uncorrupted"
Every day I go to that box ...
at the top of the page,
left side, upper
its entry reads:
“What are you looking for?” -
waiting for an entry…
the brain presses a full stop,
the fingers hover and ripple
like a maestro leading a chorus
the fingers tap dance
poetically buying time
the heart tracks,
its silent voice speaks
piercing the suffocating silence
"the ability to read
what is meant to be read
front and centre, after all...
is said, and done"
the vision sits still in front of me
like a quaint loyalty and a strong desire
to understand it all
the innocence
of a mind uncorrupted
wide open
to the Light
that opens a heart
viscerally corrupted
waiting to be loved
waiting to be patted
the sun always setting
the sun always rising
calls unsilently
to me
Candide Diderot. ‘24
" ... "Do you love me yet?" Cerberus said..."
Sharon Osbourne, Short :
"Today my dog and I went to the beach and I caught her taking it all in"....
(this is the video you need to watch).
Categories:
osbourne, inspiration, love, muse,
Form: Free verse
Charles Osbourne
had hiccups for sixty eight years
Sixty eight years he had hiccups for
Only one year prior to his death-
he had hiccups no more !
Categories:
osbourne, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
In 2010 just before the General Election, David Cameron promised,
To eradicate the deficit by 2015 and manoeuvre it out of the red,
But now in 2015 George Osbourne the Chancellor of the Exchequer said,
He’d take until 2020 to make it black and put the whole thing to bed.
The tories are rather behind at “finishing the job”, as a stalwart Brit would,
This was the character alluded to who would nicely fit the role,
Of managing the deficit well, efficiently and with maximum speed,
Such that austerity can be justified when we only spending what we need.
The newspapers are saying that it will take another 10 years,
To clear the deficit such that austerity is not on the table, a possibility;
Labour and the SNP advocate a longer time for financial health,
Which would be much better for economic growth and future wealth.
Categories:
osbourne, leadership, london, money, political,
Form: Rhyme
If I only I knew why the sun rises each morning
of a new day, my Soul would beam with delight.
But I truly don't know why it rises; maybe, to
brighten our days of existence in this cruel world.
Day after day, I wish I knew how my days will
flourish. It may not be even now, but, hopefully,
some day I might wake up from a dreadful sleep
and rise in the morning like a flower waking up to
the sweet chirping sound of birds dancing with their
wings of joy; joy for their existence in another brand
new day.
How do I rise from my painful sleep? I awake to my
cell phone alarm clock, with Ozzy Osbourne singing, or
sometimes even a nightmare that brings my sweat to a boil.
It is wishful thinking to wake up with great relief to be alive
for one more new day; a day to forget yesterday and take
the moment to thank the sun for rising with me.
As I awake, the sun smiles and greets my day with hopeful rays
of a delightful day. If I could take those smiles and greetings into my
heart, my day of life might just be bright and joyful.
Categories:
osbourne, life, natureday, day, morning,
Form: Prose Poetry
When a man
hates the world soo much
and it is publicly known....
Isn't it society
whose job it is
to kill the demon with kindness?
charity
and parties
and gifts
and happy smiling we love yous
Whean a man hates the world soo much
it is public knowledge
doesn't that mean he hates himself
so therefore killing him with kindness is like torture
and the greatest act of kindness is allowing him to do something kind for
someone else
even if it is himself?
Look at Marilyn manson
Look at Aleister Crowley
look at Ozzy osbourne
did we kill them with kindness
Britney spears
did she do it again?
when someone hates themselves or the world
and it is publicly known
is it societies job to kill them with kindness and how so?
potlucks?
surprise holidays?
ceremonies?
serenading?
and alas when they realize they have become the joke!
the joke where they plan to fail
when a man publicly hates the world
and knowledge of you killing with kindness is publicly known
who throws the first stone?
here i be dressed in suicide
dancing in the mud on valentines day asking why don't you love me?
Categories:
osbourne, angst, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse