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Aleshia Barnett Poem
Thunder rolls as trouble tolls and anger floods on in.
Rain pours down, i see you frown, your soul shakes from within.
Trouble deep as a widows sleep, who cant control her lost passion.
The harp will play, Hark! Hail to the new day!
her heart is without compassion.
I hear her cry, heavy let her sigh, with a grief stricken heart her kids will die.
as will i,
but she no less will never.
Depart, depart,
i knew you not!
Tis my head that you would sever.
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2005
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Aleshia Barnett Poem
Today, i found myself.
it was not a pretty picture!
i sat my religious books upon there self,
then stared blankly at my gesture.
i saw for but one moment,
terrified little me.
Screaming curses into a mirror
and then i began to flee.
Today, i found my soul,
it was not an easy task.
I sat myself down upon the floor,
then drank heavily from a tainted flask.
I heard for but a second,
terrified little me.
Screaming insainities into a blow horn
and then i smiled with satanic glee!
Today, i found myself
and now i know what needs change.
I sat down my careless selfish heart,
then over my head it began to rain.
I smelt the sweetness,
from a single drop or two.
I thought it mere neatness,
when i looked down and saw misted dew.
Today, i found myself,
and now i feel at peace.
Sad is this heart of mine.
No longer straight white fleece.
Tattered by age that shows not on my face,
i walk then stager, willingly leaving this place.
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2005
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Aleshia Barnett Poem
A silent song played only for me,
beyond the forest, upon tree.
A melody that entrances
my feet are lifted to many unexplained dances.
Earth mother i endulge myself in your love,
in the flower, the brook, the sand between my toes.
Sky father i entangle myself in your power,
in the wind, the sun, the scents as they cross my nose.
i run towards the silent song,
played only for me.
and i sit in the forest replaying memory.
then silece, as i take a flower
the scent calls to me
then vision, as i regain power
i go back to my place that i loathe
back to the place, my humble abode
lighting a candle i say hence twice more
Blessed be tis this night as i sleep upon the floor.
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2005
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Aleshia Barnett Poem
Is yes the answer to this season?
Let me give you defined reason:
Dark is the breath of the wind,
shallow the waters bellow,
blowing to, the sands bind,
this tis the season i know!
Sand gritting into eyelids,
the clouds uphold the sky,
flying there goes small kids,
screaming terrified crying cry!
Bright is the taste of the ocean,
shallow the sky up above,
taunting an easy potion,
covers the skin, great white glove.
Sand gritting into stained teeth,
the sun embraces the mist,
crying my greatest relief,
i scream, as balling up fist.
I say yes, this tis the season i know,
hold in heavy sigh and then blow.
Back to tears of emotionless stress,
to this season i repeat yes, yes!
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2005
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Aleshia Barnett Poem
can you open up my face so i can see my soul?
can you count the words that i say in whole?
this is killing me...
thinking of you.
this is hurting me...
not knowing what to do.
and i fall with the words that you say.
then you tell me, its better off this way.
and im no longer a believer.
can you open a portal so i can see the truth?
can you save a soul hidden by a blood stained booth?
this is torture..and you know it as im,
thinking of you.
this is pain and than its pleasure.
what am i suppose to do?
you could sail away, on the crimsion stained carpet floor.
then maybe, id fly right out the door.
you could send me to the depths of hell
then i'd ring a bell
and say hell isnt real.
why dont you just kill
the memories that you have drilled into my head
along with the sharpened black lead...
and i fall with the words that you say.
then you tell me, its better off this way.
and im no longer a believer.
because i dont believe in you.
your better off alone.
Copyright © Aleshia Barnett | Year Posted 2005
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