The Voice that spoke into being
Before the world began
Everything we see around us
He spoke them into being
The stars, the moon, the sun that shines
Birds and beasts of every kind
Created at the sound of His Voice.
The Voice that said one day
“Let us make man”
In Our image, in Our own likeness
The Voice that angels fear and love to hear
The very Voice that calmed the storm
And healed the sick, the blind, the lame
Was silent before an angry crowd.
Yes! He was silent for our sake
The spotless Lamb
Scarified, crucified
By the cruelty of man.
Creator of this universe
His silence broke the chains, the curse
As powerful as His Voice that spoke
Was His silence, that shook all hell and earth.
He was wounded for our transgressions
He was bruised for our iniquities
He was willing to be silent
To buy our salvation and healing!
Categories:
scarified, encouraging, silence, voice,
Form: Free verse
Your face I remember clearly as the sky that I once saw
The color your eyes turned as the sun hit them
Amber, like the sand on the beach where children run free
The way you made me feel free and childish
Amber, like the fire that would burn at the scarified skin, hearts and blood
The way you make my skin burn, my cheeks first then an attempt at the heart but my blood will always be boiled
The smile you once shown upon me
It spread across your cheeks like the brush of an artist
It was crafted perfectly with the right amount of hope and tragedy
The rocking of your head as you laugh
For the jokes you've made
Reference, and stupidity
Your face is the one I remember
The one I can carve into my skin
For you I might as well
You tug at my eyes
I feel at my scars
Your words dragging me into your arms
Your pit
I smile for you
The face engraved into my shoulders words engraved in my thighs and cheeks
Where you've touched
Things I'll never get back
The body once untouched
Once at peace
I justify your being
As justice you leave me blind and mindless
Categories:
scarified, black love, boy, death,
Form: Free verse
the Cain and the Abel,
appeared at the love contest,
for a beauty!
oh! scarified the beautiful dove
both of them
on the sake of the Examiner,
they expected good result
though one of them was not perfect examinee
ah! became disappoint the one!
won one the beauty
(cause beauty always for the beautiful mind!)
oh! happened there
first killing scheme
and winner one was killed by the defeated one
started since then
the war, between the good and evil
-Sunday, July 7, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
scarified, voyage, war,
Form: Free verse
The longer this remains
The wider, more acute the chasm.
My rendered heart
Split like axed firewood
Becomes a torrid canyon
Numbed by disgrace
Scarified, picked clean by despair
The walls steepen
Slippery with sweat
Glistening
Like my eyes
Though I say nothing
Though I look on, calm
As one who finds himself
Spectator to a tsunami
From some vantage point
Too high to hear the water's roar
But close enough to see
The relentless torrent's head
Now thrashing at its base
Categories:
scarified, break up, lost love,
Form: Free verse
I will rise when my People return.
With hard eyes,
clinched fists,
and a cold heart.
I will paint myself for war.
With feathers tied in my hair.
Scarified and singing of the old days.
A whistle and blood for the old ways.
I will dance to dream myself awake.
To see the Sun setting on me.
As I am.
Old and fat.
My belly hangs like the heavy snow on a Winter day.
My trailer is cold,
and I have a long way to pay.
I wait for my People.
Where is our Messiah to lead the way?
Phyllis White-Thunder pats my cheek.
She tells me that it will be ok.
She tells me go back to sleep.
It was just a dream Leonard.
Just a dream.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Categories:
scarified, native american,
Form: Free verse
the fires of punishment growing cold nightmares cracking
houses on the edge of sound howling silent hosts flashing
scarified hands fashioned like relics on the fringes of reason
exploding emotions in a caravan of lost whispers penetrating
the logical laws made for all to perish within evenings of flies
biting the air invades conversations to reap each syllable flung
into the hermetic tomb of memory mute lightning rods splash
delivering edicts of death flooding constellations within breath
mothers stare like castles made of guilt sternly emitting our life
eating its excrement pushing societies toward promontories
alive as photographs following footsteps of continual progress
chasing desire in the echo of great tyrannical modes of peace
shaving years off every door painting the world impossible
shades leading with dead eyes flocks of two-dimensional pawns
gasping for particles of the secret song stirring…
Categories:
scarified, creation, dark, deep, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Pierced by shards of shattered glass
Deeper and deeper you stab me
With lies and venomous words
Dissecting my heart piece by piece
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose
I’m dying …
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul
Drip
Drip
Drip
Into pieces and a bloody mess
I scarified secrets;
Secrets you tore and tore,
Gracing a fake friendship,
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel
Now karma a poisonous snake
You plea ...
To be on death row, decomposing
Dripping into the night -- Silently
fading and fading
Stung by my viper lips,
smiling
grinning
laughing
Until you are no more
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
Collaboration Celebration Contest
7th August 2015
Categories:
scarified, dark, slam,
Form: Free verse
I once thought of running down the street and facing the on coming vehicle,
I once had the thought that I was all a bad luck,
I once looked at myself In the eye and said am nothing but a failure,
I always run cause I know I had failed again,
I watched everything fly away just cause of my bigger ambition,
They hated me not but my ambition, ,,
They gave me several reasons of. disappearing,
Have always loved unconditionally regardless of the pains and regrets
I was no beauty to no one's eyes
I once lost the hope of pushing on,
I had broke down alone and no one to comfort me ,
I once scarified everything just to keep them going and dropping myself ,
A hope lost is always hard to regain,
I did try giving up several occasions ,
But my present knew my future was glamorous,
I once had the thought of giving up
But here I am today.
And I thought what if I had given up?
I would be have been as hopeless as a desert ,
No hope lost.
Categories:
scarified, betrayal, blessing, confusion, fear,
Form: Free verse
Snowfall In April
The snowflakes that fell this morning were big
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already overflowing.
Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over
the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified
so the cloud could sail to the tundra in Siberia.
One million volunteers, first there had been a pause,
but a few thousand walked forward others followed.
They got a blessing a white miniature cloud each and
a promise that one day they would be reborn as flurry
on the South Pole, a mass wedding of snowdrifts and
they would never be alone again
Categories:
scarified, age, blessing, blue, celebration,
Form: Sonnet
I BELIEVE EVERY WORD WE WROTE WILL FILL EVERY SPACE IN THEIR THOUGHTS
IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE TO MAKE OUR PENS BLEED
LIFE IN HIS OWN RIGHT HAS BEEN CRUEL TO US LIKE MOTHERS WHO WILL VIOLENTLY
DENY THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS THE MILK IN THEIR BREASTS
OUR TEARS WERE ENDLESS
OUR FAITHS BECAME HOPELESS
OUR FATHERS WOULDN'T BLESS US WITH THEIR LAST NAMES BECAUSE THEY SAID WE
ACTED BASTARDLY
EVEN IN TORN CLOTHES, THERE WERE NO MERCIES FOR OUR POOR SOULS
WE JOIN HANDS STEADILY IN PRAYERS BECAUSE THAT WAS ONLY WAY TO FIGHT WHAT
WAS UNSEEN
ALONG THE WAY WE LOST BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHO SCARIFIED THEIR BREATH TO
MAKE US WIDEN THE BREADTH BETWEEN FAILURE AND SUCCESS
THEY WEREN'T OUR BLOOD TIES BUT THEY WERE MORE THAN THE HYPOCRITES WE HAD
THEIR LEGACIES FOREVER LIVES IN OUR HEARTS, SO TODAY WE BOW TO THE FALLEN
SOULS
TODAY WE PROVE ALL SKEPTICS WRONG WITH OUR EGOS BECAUSE WE LIVING LIKE
HEROES WHO WERE NEVER CAST DOWN IN GROUND ZERO
MORE EMPHATICALLY WE ARE THE FACT THEY ARE HOLDING ON TO BECAUSE THEIR
THOUGHTS ARE SINKING THEM
Categories:
scarified, faith,
Form: I do not know?