My heart lies drowned in its own pool of blood—
Let your love secure me from life’s flood.
Let it come to my rescue from tonight;
From my life, sweetness has just taken flight.
My flower vase has long remained unfilled;
All my heart’s desires stay unfulfilled.
Let not your soothing care depart my life—
Please save my soul—say yes, become my wife.
Listen as my heart makes this plea for love,
And place my longing all other loves above.
Shut silent the mouths of each of my foes—
I need your presence to strike them a blow.
Please ensure that your soul hears as I plead,
Share it with others as your heart may lead—
That it’s in there that true love ever dwells;
Backwards or forwards, your love sweetly spells.
Note: Words written with bold letters are a pair of anagrams in each paragraph.
A pool of blood drying
on the floor
A broken vase
that was once full of love
Lillys dying
on the ground
Its sober,
living that's sometimes
perplexing.
Even more on
nights like this
the depression always wins
again and again
this time by slit wrists.
We are the innocent ones who were verbally and
physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak.
The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds
leaving us in an internal pool of blood.
We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom
wrongly believed they were somehow above us.
There were so many of us children living in fear and
desperation, while countless turned a blind eye to us.
My hope for God’s meek ones is that their memory of the
inhumane persecution doesn’t cause them pain forever.
I’m writing this for all of God’s meek ones, who are
the chosen ones that our abusers failed in destroying.
My promise to God’s meek ones is that a divine light will
shine down guiding, protecting and leading them to Heaven.
Surely, as God’s meek ones, we will be looked upon as
His most precious and pure!
My heartfelt sincerest gratitude is for my beloved Aunt Flo, her
kindness helped me to feel worthy giving me back faith in God.
To all the Meek Ones trust that God will create a way through all
your pain and know that no one can stand against Him!
Deep in the forest where various monster beast abode
The hunter dares himself to enter the dangerous zone
To hunt for games that is rich for gains
Under the big Iroko tree lies the little animal
Having a soft and fluffy coat designed with bright colors
A bright orange and white color patterned with black stripes
They call it a tiger
"No it's a cub"
The hunter allured by its beauty
Smiled and have a deal with the forest god
He took the cub to his home and decided to foster it
At first, the cub shares little part of games with it's owner
Gradually the share begin to increase
And a pint of discomfort found a room in the hunter's heart
"Treat an animal like human for thousand years, animal will still be animal"
The cub grows big as the clouds shifts
And soon turn to a tiger
A day came that the hunter couldn't narrate
It was the day of his death
The tiger turned to a monster overnight
At a bright dawn, the sun shines brightly at the hunter's pool of blood
The monster had teared it's owner into pieces
Pieces that wouldn't have a chance to rest in peace.
Second Shard
Shattered glass dipped in red
I forget about the glass
And begin to clean the blood
And that stings too
Causing more
And more
And more
It won’t stop
First the time of the past
Then shattered glass
Then blood
Then shattered glass dipped in red
And more blood
When will it stop?
I don’t know what to do
What do I do?
Everything I do makes it worse
I’m trying to clean
I’m trying to make it better
Nothing is working
What do I do?!
I finally stop trying
I lay in my pool of blood and glass
Staring into the black abyss
Feeling my shattered glass dipped in red surround me
“Be still” echos through the space
I lay there
Quiet
Not moving an inch
Staring blankly
Who’s going to clean ?
There’s glass everywhere
I need to clean
And I began to clean again
Picking up the shattered glass
Cutting my hands
Ignoring the blood coming from them
My mind fills with blood again
Filling up
I begin to notice the past was no longer red
fire falls from the sky
Many die
Over food, brother fights brother
Does not matter they have the same mother
Everybody wants a little more
Such a boar
Hate does rule
Fool
It is the devil's tool
Suspicion of each others actions
Mankind breaks into fractions
Tribes of but a few
Hate anyone new
Crossing the lines they drew
Countries that used to be
Ones not swallowed by the sea
No trust
Forgotten people turned into dust
Closer comes the hour
Brought on by the people in power
A pool of blood
Becomes a flood
A loaf of bread, cost a life
Amongst the strife
Hate
Is the fate
Drinking water, so hard to find
A wound you cannot bind
Red tears that you cry
Hope you do not die
As the fire burns the sky
All the life, hearing cluttering of weapons is rough,
Being a single daughter is tough.
Last I remember, you held me when I was six,
I was injured and you were trying to fix.
Mama died saving me, I needed immediate attention,
But your one stare and even at that tender age, I was an addition to your tension.
I felt like that day not only my mother but also my father was cremated,
For nothing remained the same after that day - ill fated.
Years passed, the distance between us grew,
Had it been ten years ago, it would have been new.
You don't answer my calls anymore,
My ears dried waiting to be called just once more.
Your missions now last for days , weeks or even months.
I waited, waited for you to get over your grief and say "Mi amore, papa missed his little girl"
Alas! I grew up, not being treated like a pearl.
With me now lying in my pool of blood,
You might be holding me close to your chest and crying a flood.
But..... You got late, Dad
There was no other option 'your little princess' had.
Loved you so much Dad, that neither words can express nor you can guess.
O familiar stranger tormenting my mind,
Why do you hide behind the veils?
Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ?
Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin?
And cut through my flesh masking your face.
You deny me your identity until my last gasp.
You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock.
A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were,
But vicious was your unforgiving strike.
As I lay in my pool of blood ,
And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly;
Alas, I have met my mortal end.
P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]
Wicked Love
And Clean Desire
Cruel and dirty desires, blackened love, broken life
You aren’t my life, I am a skilled guy, unclean our love
Please, shut me, up and call your gangsters, clear my life
Clean up my life, it’s death, a pool of blood of your life
You swim and swim in my life, you are an ill will of life
But not from the Life. And not from mine. You are a parasite mind
Our love is hellish, but it could have been angelic bright
Our wicked life is yours, I want another one, and that’s fine
Will be pure, if she is poor, then it is not a problem; clean desire
Wicked love, wicked love is not a future, not the Life
You created this horrible vortex in my life. Get it, enjoy your life
I chose Clean Desire, pure life, she will clean off your dust from my life
Swimming in a pool of blood-
Baptized in my own sins.
Dancing with my demons
Almost as though we were friends.
Soaking in my misery-
And I cannot evade.
The memories inside of me -
That I relive every day.
I've tried to understand.
Why I deserved the wrath of rage.
Or why I had to suffer-
By the hands of the deranged.
No matter what I've done-
(to) erase these visions in my mind.
They leech off of my soul -
And they don't leave much life behind.
I try to carve the voices out-
Which buzz inside my skull.
But then they all pour out-
And overflow my cup, so full.
And then without a second thought-
I'll drink that full cup down.
And then the voices, yet again -
Replace silence, with their sound.
The rocks and stones hit you hard,
And cause many cuts and bruises
Do you deserve this treatment
When your friend's future wife abuses
The love her lover gave to her
And promised to stay true
And now she has broken her word
To elope with you.
How do you feel
Betraying your good and faithful friend
Did you think
This illicit affair would end
Without causing any pain
To anyone, least of all you
Have you no shame
You have betrayed a trust
By showing lust for another man's future wife
Causing anger, bitterness and strife
How is this going to end
For you, your new lover and old friend
Your skin is bleeding profusely now.
You wish the stones would stop.
There's a pool of blood on the floor
You feel faint and drop
The fickle girl gets frightened
And flees for her life
That flirtatious little madam
She does not want to be any man's wife.
How quickly the situation changes
When the truth comes out
It changes everything, without a doubt,
How foolishly we behave
When we fall into a trap
And shut our eyes
To temptations
That fall into our laps
The two men look at each other
With sorrow and dismay
Both are a little wiser
After this horrendous day
A young man was murdered
In an instant, life no more
Not made up for gain
He lay dead on the floor
No chance to be saved
He was shot in the head
Not made up for sympathy
A pool of blood ran red
No chance to say goodbye
Blood, bone, and brain splattered
Not made up for partisanship
A family unit shattered
No chance to call out
No time to plead
Not made up for TV
"Death" the gun decreed
You, in your sanctimonious tower
Truly have no clue
Murder isn't a talking point
But your ambitions lead you askew
Some call me Mr. Trump
Some call me ex-president
To some I am a hero
I cater to the right
But I am just a puppet
Putin is the master
He really wants America to fall
No matter what the cost
One failed insurrection
And a hypocritical tweet for every occasion
Oh wait, I got banned
For inciting a riot
Thousands of Americans dead
Because I called COVID-19 a hoax
I bathe in a pool of blood
Calling veterans losers
My name is Mr. Trump
I lost my re-election
I had Twitter meltdowns every day
Until America proudly exclaimed, "YOU'RE FIRED!"
So, let us have guns and more guns in the USA
Pistols, shotguns, rifles, and AK-15s galore, I say,
Let those peace-loving pinkos scream and howl
I will blow their heads off if they get in my way.
Let’s go back to the good old days out west
Where shoot-outs in the street worked out best,
Every dude carrying a six-shooter gun in his belt
Where justice was prompt with a shot to the chest.
Let’s teach our children how to play with a gun
So they can have he-man, sportsman type fun,
Never worry about accidentally pulling the trigger
After the shots are fired they can take off and run.
I say we need more guns out there on the street
In case two people of opposing views meet
To settle their differences right then and there,
Someone lying in a pool of blood is such a treat.
Written April 21, 2021
For “Guns” Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
As she stood there, waiting.
Waiting for a sign, a reason perhaps,
I'm glued to the television, knowing
Her world is about to collapse.
The pain in her heart, is mine
too. Her eyes all cried out, staring,
directly at the camera, I can sense it
in my bones, it's obtrusive, glaring.
I hear she screamed when she saw,
the pool of blood and people oscillating.
Her whole world destroyed, in a moment,
truly vile, nauseating.
I'm a mere spectator, in this dysfunctional
world. Forcing my thoughts, evaluating.
And there she is, fighting every day,
running, crying, dying, alternating.
I move around my house, helplessly.
For I only know her pain, not understand it,
hating the world, the people, everyone,
for the crimes they didn't commit.
Will she get the justice she deserves?
I do not know, but I do know
that tonight, we'll both won't sleep,
we'll both see him, alive, breathing, a shadow.
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