In the heat of passion. The words are fired off.
Spewing them randomly, with indifference and feeling
Spiritually bitten, with venom induced systemically
Spouting hatred has done them in, firing off yet again.
Randomly spewing with indifference, and feeling
Angry on this land, they spoke this language
Firing off. Yet again has spouting hatred done them in?
The ship began to sink, it was just then too late,
Randomly spewing with indifference, and feeling?
Spiritually bitten with venom. Induced systemically,
It was just too late then. The ship began to sink.
In the heat of passion. The words are fired off.
If I leave my words behind will you look for me
I’ve been gone long I had to be free
So I wrote my heart in a song
My thoughts written with a pen this is no caper
Everything from within my soul is now on paper
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will you understand each word
Can you read between each line
Do you think it’s absurd
Can you read into the rhyme
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Do you get the translation
The meaning is there
Don’t listen with frustration
Just open your ear
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will the song freeze you to speak
Does it get your vote
Will the idea make you weak
Will you hang on every note
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will it make you drop to your knees
Sing it out and make you cry
My music makes you feel at ease
I’ll live forever in your minds eye
Anger, Love. Sadness, elation. How is it that two feelings, so far from each other on
the spectrum, could elicit so similar of responses. More over how can the same items
cause similar reactions in life? To love deeply; to be lost in a haze, to stumble over
simple words and actions, will bring the greatest man to his knees.
To feel immense pain; to be lost in a haze, to stumble over simple words and actions,
will bring the greatest of men to his knees.
Further still how is it we can love and hate the same things in a person? The way she’s
quick to anger; hate; she’s always trying to be the tough one. Love; She is the tough
one (she can take care of herself)
How is it opposites are called such, yet are so similar in so many ways. Why is it like
that, is it just to cause us more grief, or is there another reason that we can’t
comprehend? How is it that we can feel such love whilst feeling such anger, at the
same thing? Opposites, are they really all that different?
'It was the Best of Times
It was the Worst of Times.'
Truer Words were never Said
And I never ever thought that I knew what it was
What it was that those words truly meant...
Until now...
To Have the Universe be Yours in a Single Bright Thought
To Live with the Nonexistence and Exclusion of Anything Else.
I am a Poet and I am Starving.
Those were the last words
That the Poet ever said.
The Poet now knew exactly
What is was that Shakespeare meant.
I now know EXACTLY
What is was that Shakespeare meant.
(January 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Writhing words fly around in my head.
Realism and fantasy combined within.
I feel realism from what I have said.
Thinking is my pastime, maybe my sin.
Intelligence not always in what so read.
Note worthy maybe, where to begin.
Great poetry no, but simple lines fed.
Plain simple verse is all that I win.
Overtures of verse are all I spread.
Exemplary words escape my mental pen.
Telling of love, nature, happiness and dread,
Realistic views, simple thoughts of men.
You reading my words are my trophy instead.
Ah, Caligula!
To history known,
Germanicus, excessive extravagance in Rome.
Delation must fall as thou rise from thy throne,
the senate quakes amidst the undulation’s tow.
Ah, Caligula!
One should never be avid,
or accept the as-is, as in to be average.
-Thoust be what all there be ever that is,
and the ego is eyed as the drive toward the passage.
Ah, Caligula!
Wake the pomp, raise the flair,
Our life in all's but a starlight there.
Summer, which oft leaves to Fall leaves,
endures in the sunlight, and that is no folly.
Ah, Caligula!
The ages belong,
to they who remember and keepeth the song.
Stake these words not to a lascivious nature,
but to what he leaves Earth, and save words for later.
Words, my words specifically, are kind of like dancing.
Dancing is dramatic, vibrant and sad or happy, just like my words.
When you're dancing, you are never in the same area for long, you're always on the move.
Some forms of dancing are graceful and fluid while others may be more forthright and outgoing.
So when you think about it, my words, each and every one of them are dancing across every
page I have ever written or will write on.
This paper or page is my stage and the spot light is on me.
I perform not for others, but for myself, I don't see the crowd out before me. However I
would be a liar if I didn't say that one day I hope my dancing words will at some point
pull someone through the day or hold onto hope or even make you just hold on a little bit
longer to this fragile life we so delicately live.
They say a picture can tell you a thousand words, but for me, a picture is a picture and
nothing more. I use my words just as much as an art as say an artist and his paintings.
Just as an artist conveys his emotions through his work of art, I do so through my words.
Every stroke of a pen or pencil is like a stroke of a paint brush. With each stroke of
either utensils brings forth a painters or writers deepest and strongest emotions.
Even if I only believe a picture is only a picture, I still cannot quite fathom the
amazing artistic ability that lies within some artists.
Just as an artist would almost feel as nothing if he had not his art, the same would be
true for me if I had not my words. My words are my life and without them you may as well
cast me into the deepest and darkest void and seal my lips shut as so I could not call out
for help.
And so as my words are my life, I breathe through them, and for as long as my words remain
in this world, so shall I.
Sometimes being alone
Just isn’t enough
Today I went to see an old friend
Who doesn’t get around much anymore
Been a while since we last spoke
Not like the words that flowed
Were now easily heard
Sometimes the realization
That it’s been a little too long
Comes just a tad too late
Makes catching up harder
Than it needs to be
So you talk and talk
Remember all the old times
Laugh about what seems silly now
Cry about things you didn’t know
Talk about how the kids have grown
Where life took us both
Where we thought we’d go
Talk about your wedding
The days your momma and poppa passed
How the words I wrote
Helped those days get by
Now here I stand in disbelief
Wondering how fast time does fly
It’s kind of you to listen
Silently let me ramble on
But before you go I must say
Though alone we’ve spent the day
As I stand watching
You lowered into the ground
Sometimes being alone
Just isn’t enough
I COULD WRITE...
1 quote 4 that!
'Be Yourself'
I could write the many things i wish to say,
Here, now, just to enchant ur mind
And then, to delet all i wrote, in the next day,
Just to show you that was nothing written yesterday,
And u was blind...
I could write the many things i like to do,
In quick phrases, to satisfy ur curiousity, today,
But later, i will erase all the words i wrote you,
And all u'll see will be a clear background, grey...
I could write a lot of words, describing myself,
Just to show how interesting person i can be,
But right after that i won't say anything,
And i will leave and let u solve that mistery...
I could write u a collection of books with my life,
Just to show the beauty of Life,
But right after that, i will burn those books,
Cos the complex words are nothing to me,
But only the simplest ones,
Full of truth, cold as ice,
Will be those musical tones,
That i always wish to hear,
So, then, these ones are written but not deleted;
These truths, now, were stated.
@Th3Mirr0r
Apology Accepted?
Apology accepted,
It’s time to move ahead.
One hurt heart regretting
The words that were read
Love was extended.
Care, friend to a friend.
Contact now severed.
A soul is preserved.
Anger reflected, rejected.
Apology accepted.
Hatred? Not, ever.
Forgiveness forever.
Love is God’s gift.
His words are not myth.
Proceed. Live life with
Faith everlasting.
By trusting in God
And caution’s laud
Upon our earth
Learned wisdom applauds.
Glory and honor,
Belong to God.
Apology accepted.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 17, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
The enfolded pain; the suppressed thoughts,
Want to tear out of my heart
They come to my mouth,
Willing to come out,
Urging to be granted with words
But ,
I feel; I am finished with my words
Loosing their ground ;
As, by them no words are found,
They travel back to the place they 're bound.
Unable to give them words
I share them with none else
But Allah.
Who needs no words
For He already knows each thought
That grows in my heart
what some call insane, i call mental creativity
while some stay normal, i chose to plead insanity
to be normal is confinement of the mind
to be insane is true freedom of the mind
my insanity can be shown in many ways
by various actions or words on a page
my words alone can show you mental freedom
as i let u into my mind, the real insane asylum
my creativity goes beyond human sight
my words cut deeper than a thief in the night
my poetry leaves people sick in the brain
so most would call me poetically insane
Our minds, bodies, and souls are weak,
beat up and torn from awful words we speak.
Yet people take for granted what they say,
not caring that people feelings are at bay.
These words we speak are so powerful and strong,
why is it that we take advantage and use them wrong.
What will it take for us to see,
don't get me wrong this does include me,
that what you say to someone aren't just words said.
Exspecially when those words make folks not
want to leave their bed.
We all know how hurtful words can be...
I know, cause yesterdays words today still
hurt me.
A few word spoken by one in faith, a mere gesture of what one will do…words that declare
ones honesty or conveys one intention of what one will do or a cryptic utterances of words,
said inside a secreted place were only a few are ever permitted to go. In a Synagogue or
place of worship and spoken by two…vows that proclaim honor and a commitment that will
be shared by two. Some leaders place their hands on the most holiest book in the land and
speak words of honesty, integrity and service to the people and as a testimony of what they
will do…Never let any words proceed out of your mouth that you know not to be true. No
words spoken in a promise are just mere words, but once proclaimed as an action become a
broken promise and lie’s once those words of the utterer fails to deliver on those words that
were spoken by them to be the truth.
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