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Raindrops are like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine Their cool aftermath cleanses me of my thoughts of fear and uncertainty about what tomorrows pain may bring They make me feel, wet with creativity drenched in my optimistic illumination. glistening raindrops, my thoughts leave paths of pleasurable distress, and hope of success which road, less traveled may be the best Forget an umbrella when these raindrops arrive, I walk outside arms open wide Ready to Receive whatever the mind storm may bring because raindrops are as my thoughts, falling down into my mind sending shivers down my spine My brain, yearns for the rain, to wash away the pain, tomorrows worry does bring One special drop could speed up life's clock to the time I can handle my own and not dwell inside my controllers home For raindrops are, like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine
Dear Me, I need you to be stronger I need you to never be afraid swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer tell her you love her,even if it hurts Grab onto your dream and live it Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity Be better,love more, hold on. Dear Me, Enjoy every stop of the ride. For when the train finally stops...we die Until we witness the angels dance after final day... Dear Me, hide your fears away
By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options. I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year's toasts. The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered. The thrill of the hunt. The chase. An empty bed is the hope of a new body's sleeping curve. Tomorrow becomes yesterday. "The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels." I stopped looking long ago. The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness. Come and go; came and went. I never bothered much to be bothered. There aren't many memories And I am thankful for that. Wet fingers and licked lips' Blood on my hands. Wasted time. The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad. It all should have been retired years ago. It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone Than set up camp on an island and face a face. No problems. No worries. No connection. Freedom is all that you cannot commit to And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear. Maybe I have never truly known warmth. I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder. A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent. The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else's life. I don't offer much. Poker face. Can you read my concrete stare? I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket But I'm scared to show you. It's been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life. I'm not sure what I do or don't have to offer. I just keep making bets and upping the ante.
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013 I am who I am because of him He's the reason for my son's name He gave me my courage & my strength To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy Stand for the ones who can't To think and fend for myself I'm my Daddy made over Taught me to fight back To never back down How to pick myself back up When I've been knocked down Fight for what I believe I'm my Daddy made over He gave me my stubbornness Gave me my pride Gave me my temper Taught me not to take crap To speak my mind no matter who Work for what I want I'm my Daddy made over How to keep my emotions in check How to handle large amounts of pain When in trouble he always had my back He knew how my mind worked better than anyone I got it from him I'm my Daddy made over Even though he's gone I'll stand and continue on I may stumble I may fall May even get hurt along the way But I'll pick myself back up I'll dust myself off and stand tall I'm honored and proud to say I'm my Daddy made over Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
Being you Accept yourself That's all that I can say Let your inner voice tell you The way to live your day Do not be hard upon yourself That never did no good Just be happy, never worry It's foolish that one should. Love yourself Cause you're a 'one off' too No one else can play your part Nobody can be you It's a lovely world we live in Let it seep into your soul Then when you feel at one with life Twill get you feeling whole. Most people call me crazy But I love being me I do not care what others think I only like to be To be this way, it is my right A gift sent down by fate I'm so I'm happy being me Each day to me is great. 14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.
VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English) Yo ser' para ti. Toda la vida que me queda la vivir' para ti y cuando el tiempo haya terminado, morir' por ti. Dir' tu nombre en cada vela que encienda, respirar' tu nombre. Te susurrar', cada oraci¢n que diga ser siempre parte de ti. Por toda la eternidad, y as¡ ha sido y ser siempre, y cuando deje este mundo, aquello vendr conmigo en la luz de una vela. Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche, y de la oscuridad a la luz, ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga. Yo ser' para ti. Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti como una c lida brisa de verano entre los rboles para ti. En el brillo de una vela, todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser por toda la eternidad, tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre. Yo ser' para ti. Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M. CANDLE I will be for you. All my life that is left, I will live for you, and when time has run out, I will die for you. I will speak your name in each candle that I light, I will breath your name. I will whisper you, every prayer I ever say will be part of you. For eternity, and forever it has been, and will always be, and when I leave this world, it will go with me. In a candle light all the world keeps on turning, making day and night, and from dark to light, you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me. I will be for you. Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you like a warm summer breeze through the trees for you. In a candle glow, everything I've ever been or will ever be for eternity, you'll be part of everything I ever do. I will be for you. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
The swordsman who draws his blade Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing Held back by muscles tight with glee. I am as the soldier, held in stance, The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse, And just as the swordsman stands They are statues in this moment, Statues of derision, Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within. And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce Coiled with motivation and purpose, And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its' edge Ready to lash out and strike with direction But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce. But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink Lines like a hunter's bowstring, taut with intent, As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box But alas, there is no victim to frighten, No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me, I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me. And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, Slicing away at the air around me Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance I write about… I write about the coil within, and the lack without And alone I wonder, Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
I never did the ''He loves me not.... He loves me'' game with flowers. I already knew nobody loved me so why should I listen to a stupid flower? I did make wishes on dandelions after the bloom died and it was tiny spikes of fluff waiting to blow away till next year. I hated wasting my time but I couldn't resist. I figured ''If there's even a small hope that this will work.... I've got to try! '' I would find a spot where nobody could see me and I'd whisper my one wish the same wish every time. Thousands of dandelions blown away by my pleading breath. I never told a soul my wishes. Until now. I wished to be happy one day... with a husband who loves me and kids who love me. I wished so hard... I never thought those dandelions were listening.
THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND They walked together, hand in hand, Into life's magical fairyland. Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain. Where life could really, begin all over again. Where were no men in little white coats. Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats. Forcing you to do, what you didn't want to. Telling you it was all for the best, for you, People shouting, people crying. Most of the people talking about dying. What is this hell, we've all come to? It's called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through. Where will it end, what will we do? None of us really, has a clue. We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take. To the men in white coats, life's a piece of cake. We are the prisoners, they guard the doors. Some try to creep out, on all fours. Into hell and back, we go for a ride. Eventually if we're lucky, we come out the other side. Where we can walk, hand in hand. Into life's magical Fairyland. Where there is trouble, where there is pain. But at least we can start, living again.
THE VISITOR When it came all I could see was a dark shadow standing over me - Pressing down on my chest. It wanted my last breathe. I was lying on my back completely motionless. I couldn't breathe or speak, but the Word was on my chest. . But it pressed harder and harder with powers beyond imagination! Evil filled the room like a cloud of smoke, and I was suffocating! And as I laid there instilled with fear, all I could do was wonder. Is this the end of me, and if so, how much longer? And as it pressed and pressed I almost gave it my last breath! But thanks be to God, the Word was on my chest! In between my right palm and heart was a Bible some time ago my mother gave me. She told me, "Take this wherever you go my son, and meditate on it daily." And at last strength returned to me to fend off this uninvited imposter! In the name of Jesus, get off my chest! For it is written. No weapon formed against me shall prosper!
Darkness is killing my will to fight The way to climb beyond my scope Searching for a ray of light In an oasis called hope Feel like a stranger in my house Drying inward from the edge Climbing like a spider Got stuck in my own web The clouds in the sky Add to my tears The balloons in my hand Do not bring me cheers Nothing to push me down from here I can only jump without fear I break the balloons, I dare the rain I splash in my web full of my tears Here I come, you can push me away I will find my way to dodge you away Not everytime can I go astray A day will come I will find my way
On Independence Day I declare independence from American imperialism. I declare U.S. out of Iraq. And while I am at it the C.I.A. out of the business of supplying murderous thugs with rifles and uniforms along with the strategies to extinguish democracy in Haiti. I also call for the pullout of State Department funding in the not so secret overthrowing of the fair and duly elected President of Venezuela. On Independence Day I have the right to say we need a new policy. Therefore, I call for independence from oil. I call for windmills and solar panels and cool looking hybrid cars getting 100 miles to the gallon. I am tired of chanting No Blood For Oil. On Independence Day I look to a nation involved in war for war's sake war to simulate the economy and make our leaders look great and call for a different fate. I declare our politicians give up corporate sponsorship and live up to this great nation's highest aspirations. Freedom from illegal occupation. Freedom from propaganda and torture. Freedom from criminal actions on sovereign nations. I declare transcendence. I declare we live up to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all humanity. I declare world independence from monarchies, theocracies totalitarianism, oligarchies and otherwise puppet regimes. And I declare we all share these inalienable rights. Including the right to assemble organize and form unions. Protect the health of our elders newborns and the environment. And I refuse those who would deny blacks the same rights as whites by suppressing their vote with twelve hour lines in the blistering cold. Let us all have our say! And while I am at it give the poor a megaphone on mainstream talk shows let their voices be heard in the court of public opinion. I declare freedom from billionaire owned media conglomerations. Let independent democracy infiltrating the television. Thus let us all speak our truth and be protected from the tyrannical majority and those empowered by the muzzle. I declare that our forefathers envisioned this and much more in the age of enlightenment. So that one day every one of us on this magnificent planet regardless of class or culture national and religious origin sexual persuasion or gender would be endowed and empowered by an independent yet universal human rights agenda. Dean Walker
The greatest holiday gift I ever received Goes back so many, many years Before my life became turmoiled And before my tears for fears I was a child like many out there Torn, strewn and split of kin Mother and father in differences Confused at seven, wearing their same skin For I was one of the lucky ones To a Highland Estate I would go It's on the west coast of Scotland Where my holidays desired me so Secretly I internally smiled For a whisper of where I was heading To live with a movie star hero No longer my life was in dreading We were picked up by a man so fine His manners were an absolute joy Regimental he was in his approach To me, just a seven year old boy We travelled through the village of Plockton Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore I knew from this very moment Being here ebbed previous family sores On entering his house I was in awe Movie pictures came to my view They were images of James Bond At seven I was totally through A voice called to me Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me Still in circles in walking awe This is what he told thee My name is Patrick Dalzel Job In the Second World War I served But this recognition I bestow Humbles me to it's deserve This honour that's been given Was blessed by a colleague in war What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven Possibly, what we were fighting for We served on the same destroyer Fighting to make the future free His tribute, in his novels I became James Bond, it's incredibly me Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond. This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job
Forgotten you As your mind collects the memories of yesterday Forgotten You Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization That very moment. . . You merely exist Back then. . .those smiles Those. . .distant laughs Some you remember by name Gone now maybe Like the exhalation of the wind Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening Like leaves from falling, man-made trees There is no doubt that they have Forgotten you Activate the bomb Ignite the fuse And you're on next year's history book Never forgotten But drained of all remaining good That smile you gave That happiness The warm embrace so long ago Salt-coated with piles of rubbish Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . . Always absorbed and remembered . . .though never forgiven. . . All good and gracious sentiments Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair's storage . . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider A drowned sailor's hat drifting through the current of the ocean The single tear from a soldier's vigilant, memory-stricken eye The frustrating thoughts of a mute The unchanged. . .HATED deformations Forgotten you. . . One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings Wedged deep into what she can only imagine With not even a hint of understanding . . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions Of the ugly. . . One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse As humanity embraces its downfall The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . . Words
it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010 and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control? over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story for you can't have a testimony without having being tested and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested you came through some fires and you survived some floods and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood you triumphed over death and today you're still alive you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life
It's the empty spaces That we long to fill It's our lifelong dreams Lying unfulfilled The apathy takes hold The caring ceases A semblance of a normal life Lies at our feet in pieces When the magic no longer amazes And charm has all but died Nothing left to hold onto but hope And give it another try
Life happens when you're busy, Making other plans, And things are often side tracked, By circumstantial demands. When you least expect it, And sometimes when you do, Life throws you a curve ball, And some folks sit and stew. They fuss and cuss and grumble, Stomp their feet and call out names, When it's just life in one big bundle, And there's no one to blame. Stuff happens, that's the way it is, Grow up and face the facts. Learn to face it like a man, Stop putting on an act, Like everything should be just fine, Should be a bed of roses, Well every rose bush has some thorns, As well as blossoms for our noses. Life justisn't perfect. It's just not meant to be. It's not your fault and it's not mine. There's no use blaming me. Relax and learn to smile at life. Just take it as it comes. You really have no other choice. You might as well have fun. Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out, You'll come out better in the trade, If when life hands you some lemons, You'll make some lemonade. You'll live a whole lot longer, And maybe keep your wife, If you stop your griping, And accept that that's just life. Judy Ball
Some divine light Beams upon my life Every day the same sight: A star beyond shallow sky, Would I see you if I die?
When we get to Heaven... will there be a type of ''customs'' we have to pass through? Will there be a test? What will the questions look like? Multiple choice, I hope... I always do better on multiple choice tests. Maybe this would be a sample question: 1. When I pass somebody in obvious need I: A. Walk by and pretend I didn't see them. B. Stop and offer help (and hope they decline) . C. Stop and help. D. None of the above...I don't see anyone else but myself. Or, maybe they would be questions that we can give a ''never, sometimes, most of the time, always'' type of answer. Like: 1. I thought about other people's feelings: ___Never ___Sometimes ___Most of the time ___Always I've given this some thought not because I have an unexplainable amount of test anxiety. Rather, I have an unexplainable fear of not living my life as it was intended to be lived. And, will this be ''graded on a curve''?
"i can see the truth, in pain's honest form a death rejoiced, a life unknown." when at times, my despair grows high i keep with me, an honest nights cry when darkness closes, and the night is long i remember the sun, and keep my faith strong a new day has come, with its own peace of mind and then i can believe, love isn't that hard to find i look around and see, the rays of a brand new day shining brightly all around me, a hope for me to say: "i can see the peace, in truth's honest form a life rejoiced, a love reborn."
Life is a winding road Moving through lovely territory That inspires dreams and goals. Then it enters rough roads Treacherous terrains Wild rivers under tornadoes That eat at our resolve And threaten to destroy the hopes We had embraced when the way Ran smooth by flowery meadows. When we have been let down By those we had believed in so We often choose to change course To avoid bumping in the same inferno But no matter, every road we take Will have its own inferno. As we determine to stay the course We find that it is the road I must go And when we go beyond the call of duty We come to see the real hero Within the fiber of our awesome fabric Worthy to be called Sons and Daughters of God. By CarolineCécile 05.01.11
Ravaging days when clouds pale the sun's rays hindering its purpose of existence, the cost. Confusion rises over what is true what should we pursue in these darkened days that have made our face pale when all we think in fact is saving ourselves having stopped to care choosing instead our own comfort. Then we retort pretending there's no heaven or hell, there's no God and if there is doesn't seem He cares... But we haven't really looked we haven't a clue because we didn't knock we choose to mock we haven't really searched perhaps unwilling to face the answers because we know within we would have to make some serious change. And the sun has weakened over the earth crying tears and the moon has turned to blood with the presence of dark clouds the only way to peace the moon's connection with the sea feared by so many but in truth the womb of true life and as the tides rise and the waters advance the earth begins to pray turns to the heavens choosing to believe giving the sun a new gleam purest gold enriching all souls and the water recedes and above, a feast has begun. By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12
wind always knows it limitation as it writes its swirling scripts upon threadbare roof. lamentations for the fields of empty prairies as the dry leaves rustle in strings of grass… i do not know my boundaries the geographical shapes of my darkness for life has been left empty with only a puppy of narrowness to feed scraps of plain verse too how the tail wagged for years as empty … i light candles like images on the window of my smile for the sputter of light is much more reassuring than the breathless darkness. i recite my own alphabets that i have hidden in the mysteries of my throat and marvel as the moonlight passes through the simple words the trellises of upper and lower case shades i have formed with my craftless hands and letters speak upon the glass of outside like frost for i have found my true words and they fit my squalor with a strength of calmness for darkness cannot abide in smallness so it leaves me as the darkest raven ever imagined…
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
The ladder backed pecker, like a prison uniform. Caught-up in exposing the truth beneath the bark, of the poet's apple tree. We prefer ourself in spring; with tiny little flowers, and the fruit of possibility. Yet, if not for the woodpecker, tapping holes into poems, we might not ever see the flesh and blood of raw meat. I will climb that ladder back, escape pre-decreed standards. Tap into that syrupy mixture and suck-out truth from hard wood. Yes, lessons from a jail bird. A pest in the Avian Kingdom. Wisdom from the little rebel, beat-out of a tree.
In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons The inescapable truth is that in the darkness Even your shadow leaves you Stare at the abyss and the void fills you Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart Shadows lurking out of sight Manifestations surround you the journey of the hopeless soul Is it a lesson that must be endured To make the heart steady So that when you reach the end You truly appreciate how bad it could have been And what you're capable of So that you know that you all need Is your beating heart and nothing else Just you Believing in a dream.. Something that The darkness Can't touch.
Children sexually abused Hiding secrets none accused Mockingbird still sings False Charities stealing money Laughing while nothing's funny Mockingbird still sings Corporations shredding evidence Seas of hypocrisy and decadence Mockingbird still sings Cheating partners losing trust Teens pregnant from a night of lust Mockingbird still sings Rape victims ashamed to speak Lives destroyed remaining meek Mockingbird still sings Middle East raging in war All for pride nothing more Mockingbird still sings Delicate babies addicts born Crack whore moms selling porn Mockingbird still sings Gang bangers need attention Killing for an honorable mention Mockingbird still sings Fools and vengeance shall expire For winds of change to transpire While mockingbird still sings
The rain outside my door Its talk, a calming effect Upon my restless spirit, implores the need to reflect. The rain, drenching the moors Its pounding upon rocky crests Like the clapping of hands, soars Upon the senses, dissolving stress. The rain inviting me outdoors Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts. The rain, cleansing a downpour Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected Around the damaged heart, explores Upon new possibilities, wider directed. The rain, beckoning a force Its puddles upon my feet impress With childlike laughter, a dance extorts Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed. By CarolineCécile copyright © 02.06.10
Like turning our backs From stinging needles of icy wind We dust our impervious spirits clean Acceptance is the LIGHT The way The might The only solution As grievous as it seems~ An intangible hell wallows in sin Tragedies can maul our spirits away Adversity wins Try as we may… Let it go Toss comprehension …to the winds Learn to accept 'Tis not GOD'S way Tear torment to shreds Create Satan's own havoc Learn shame can be a ploy Playing a pawn in Satan's game Do not be fooled… nor wallow and break down An inevitable outcome A situation unforeseen Comprehension beyond reason Accept fate and rise Broadcast your strength to Satan Let acceptance seethe…. Acceptance needs no reason Allow your wisdom to thrive
If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word
With everyday i wake The darkness around me advances, Swallowing me in its pool of misery To never liven up again. With every breath i take I realise that i'm more alone, Neglected and rejected for a weakness That i am not to be blamed. With every step i take,I feel like a puppet. Driven around by invisble strings, That halts my freedom To the length of string To whom it may concern. With every tear i shed in pain My wrath and agony aggravate. Slashed and whipped through day and night A sufferer i remain. With every dawn that comes My hopes of a future will prevail, Though a prisoner I am and will remain My hopes will forever lighten my path.
At night the city is full of bones And they Are very dry Beneath the trample of urban feet They are ground But to live, these dry bones Must drink words Sad nervous me, I stammer Against those arid limbs Grinding bone-dust songs Into scattered fragments spun from raging blades But realizing so many so, I sputter Thought-hacked soul-flakes, soaring Crooked in an angry wind. . . Though stinted, inconsiderable, I say them Spit them down the papered street Into a shadow where the dew will stay And some anonymous day some Stray seed will grow on them And suckle upon a speck of misty bone And though the nights will continue To align the humps of an un-slaked dune Something out of this sand will rise Small, and secretly original And I will be part of her: my bony, blue, and sensual city
It matters not the direction When tempting winds may blow, But be cognizant of this one fact It's the devil that makes it so. He'll tempt us with logical persuasion And in abysmal thought we'll fret. But worry will not solve one problem Or take from us, our regret. For each time we've been so enticed Satan did so in his own due season. And while we fail to see or understand God has allowed these for a reason. Written for a special friend, Shirlene
For country, they chose to honor a call, Now the piercing sound of a rifle's report. An echoing trumpet, sadly says it all. Let us hero our young as a last resort. No image portrays our freedom's cost, Like that of a flag draped casket. A mental souvenir of war, un-tossed, On display from memory's basket. It serves to remind of a hero's place, Should we treat it as a mere statistic. For each had a home, name and face, Harboring dreams that were realistic. They abnegated those dreams for a chore, Accepting that vitality might be tried. Death isn't made a contrivance of war, But a mental souvenir from those who died.
I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait. We finally saved the money so we started on our 'date'. They were so very happy to be on there way to see this show that they'd been saving for even more than me. Standing by the corner, he came into our view. He looked so very helpless that I knew what we should do. I tried to just look past him, to keep my spirits bright. But, then I looked in the rearview mirror and knew what would be right. The kids were looking also, they got quiet and so still. My son's eyes looked so heavy as they simply began to fill. He said 'Who needs a movie? There's good stuff on t.v.' That's when I knew my kids would feel the pain of other's just like me. As we gave this man the money, he looked me in the eye. He blessed us all and watched us leave without saying goodbye. His blessing was well worth it, I felt it in my soul. I saw my kids' compassion shine and I've never felt so whole.
Comforting self destruction Ice thawed by blood Soul torn apart Heart trampled in the mud Innocent little life Trying to find its way Child with no father Cries the day away Love without reason Life without hope See the blooming soul inside Smell the burning dope Pain that's been felt Many times before All because of one Skanky little whore
Cupids arrows Must be dipped in poison, Because I thought hearts were meant to beat, Not to be broken In the beginning i was in love And thought it was all meant to be, Just me and him, in harmony. I was going to walk away, But I decided to give him one last try Then he hit me, with his solomn goodbye. Cupid, you aren't always right. The choices you make Can backfire and turn love into hate. Its not anything new to me, My life has always been filled With suffering and pain. But this time its not my fault, Cupid's the one to blame.
For you and I to overcome all this, A neverending uncontolable miserable abiss. Endless,darkened,no light yet to be seen We will be victorious in our endeavours, and get all we dream. Deserve, we do and suffer as well Not to be outwitted, our friendship won't fail Forever we will be priceless as our friendship is endless And in short time all the anguish will never be the same Together through life we will remain
I scratch my head and too often wonder And while gazing hinder I see disarray. I recall those times of my err and blunder times void of Jesus to brighten my day. As I posed the question did any care? The obvious answer I was unable to see. Until life became more than I could bear I found Jesus was patiently waiting on me. I realized that countless agonized for me Through prayer straight to God's throne. But from blinded eyes I'd refused to see Attempting to do things on my very own. But during a crisis I became spirit broken For my body was now stricken with cancer. I surrendered life entire, not just a token I accepted Jesus Christ as the living answer.
Encased in ice and frozen So the world could not break through, The beating of my bitter heart Soon faint and thoughtless grew, And from this frigid, frosty state A life of snow was born, So followed through my days was I By my defence's spawn, This snowman bore down on me, Soon becoming my excuse To withdraw from society, A self-confessed recluse, Every day I'd see him there and He would stand in front of me, A reminder of my shame and Self-inflicted misery, Nobody new could I let in When chances came about, For the snowman blocked their entrance And forever shut them out, So this fashion continued and The years passed in a haze, I was convinced this chill would stay To curse me for all my days. Then one day I saw the sunlight Through the bolted window pane; Suddenly I heard a cracking sound And I was once more sane. Gasping, I clasped my icy heart Which had begun to thaw And I collapsed, my mind starting to spin Before emotions rushed to outpour, Then the snowman's fury caught me But I had now begun to weep And the creature howled and fell, Keeled over into a heap, So hot tears came running forth As I let them fall, and knelt Over my silent snowman Who gradually began to melt. On and on I cried until at last I had no more tears, So I stood up and waded out of The pool of all my fears. As time went by the pool grew smaller Until the water cleared, Then my heart was warm as all The frozen fright had disappeared. Now my door is always open To the good times and the bad, And my heart holds no more frost or snow For a creature to be clad.
my mind is open and my heart is pure my share of troubles I have endured I'm just making It form day to day waiting for prosperity to come my way when I see people with a whole lot of bucks I wonder where is my share of the luck and when I see famous and rich celebrities all I can think to say is, "what about me?" I use to think that I was undeserving of whatever favors that God was serving but now I know that that was not true for God has given me many blessings too when I think about all the times I got through situations unscathed I now know that It was only by the grace of God that I was saved and when I think about all the times I was down to my last cent God sent some money my way, an unexpected present and when I look back and realized many of my friends are now dead I comprehend that my life was always spirit-led It's not about money, the status nor the fame It's about living life according to the rules of God's game now I no longer go about asking, "what about me?" I now know that I have been blessed with God's prosperity
I feel the tears come as I half close my eyes A familiar old song plays in the background as my personal torment grinds down the old bones of wounds not yet healed I carry the burden of my actions with few or little outlets My brain is turned to broil, hotter than hell and ready to burn Rest is all I truly crave, I beg anyone of you, when will it be my turn Dark forces are at work tonight, the embers burn down low Time is my enemy, a constant confrontation, it moves so bloody slow As I watch the moon rise over the mountains tonight, my angry festering thoughts move to you My confidant, my only true friend, my partner in crime I am hurting deeply and I can't get what I need, to stick to you like glue My outside shell is strong as ever, determined to stand strong, resistant to attack, ready to conceal My inner portion, soft and vulnerable is torn apart, bleeding and wounded now, ready to reveal
Dear Little Girl, Why do you cry When you're kicked down Over nonsense? It's not your fault Besides, A broken bone Is better than A broken soul
'0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET' O little white tablet, how I hate you, I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you. You looked so innocent, so white, so pure. I was told you were the answer to everything, (The cure) No-one told me, when they introduced me to the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue. The blue being five times stronger than you. No-one told me of the dangers you held within. Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering. No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen years of my life. That I would be unable to function properly, as a Mother and Wife. No-one told me, I would get addicted to you. Of all the pain and suffering, I would have to go through. To get you out of my system, alone took two years. Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears. Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia. Several more years, destroyed by fear. Which a lot of people, say is caused by you. Not being able to go out, far or near. Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear. O little white tablet, how I hate you. But in the end I was the winner Not you. This poem refers to prescribed drugs
My Agoraphobia. In 1983 you came back into my life. Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife. You kept me a prisoner in my own home. When all I longed for, Was to go out alone. You caused me pain, you made cry, I felt so ill, I thought I would die. From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post. Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most? Where exactly does the answer lie? Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di. She gave me the will to carry on and fight. I fought so hard, with all of my might. The shops in the village seemed so very far away. If only I could go out, just for one single day. I tried and tried, the tears, the pain, It was a battle lose or gain, I gave it everything, yes everything I had. It wasn't easy, in fact, it was very bad. In 1990, after 7 long years, A lot of heartache, many, many tears, I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door, With each day, I was doing more and more, But there was still so many things that I couldn't do alone. Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone. I could now walk to the shops, there and back, get the groceries, take them home, and unpack, But I still couldn't get a bus into town on my own, only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan. It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain, Before I could finally travel alone again. May 2nd 2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town, It was just like my world had been turned upside down. HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST, Finally free to forget the past. So I decided to do something I had never done before. I started at college part time, each day I couldn't wait to get out of the door, To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race. Living life at a hectic pace. Going to college at the age of 53, Really did do wanders for me. The computer course was harder than I thought it would be, but others in the class helped me. Our tutor was really nice, Always ready with good advice. Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around, With this new freedom I have found. With a lot of help, from my husband and son, The battle is over, finally won. So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past, Never again will you get me in your grasp. This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life,
And Then… My work finished I glanced back at the clock Ah… The Witching Hour Hung heavy on the next tock My thoughts raced back To childhood days To scary stories Round campfires haze To daunting dares In dark woods maze And then… It caught my eye A phantom shape That just moments before Had been shadows tossed Twixt the walls and floor And I admit Twas' dimly lit Random shapes In chances knit Poorly viewed From where I sit And then… I saw it move Just then I thought Tis' time to trust and pray And steady my hearts resolve Should this be the reckoning day And then I swear The room grew cold Events purpose Moved to unfold My chest I clutched My soul to hold And then… I heard it speak "Time is at hand" And those words comforted it seemed And my God in a timeless moment I became one with all I'd dreamed Tis' certain this Event of page Will visit all Upon life's stage Fully quenching Life's burning rage And then…
We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost half of how we came to be We lost we four girls first love We lost our Best Friend We lost more than just a Dad that day Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half Our children lost their Papaw We lost our family's foundation We lost the glue that held us together We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost the Strongest man we ever knew We lost the man we looked up too We lost we four girls Teacher of many things We lost more than just a Dad that day We four girls lost our Hero We lost some of our Light We lost part of our Heart We lost part of our Soul We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost some of our Courage We lost some of our Strength We lost some of our will to fight back We lost some of our will to carry on We four girls lost more than a Dad We lost more than just a Dad that day
!! Attitude Change !! A brand new day, fresh like blooming flowers Taking the edge from the words you spray Today I will praise knowing every day I learn to crawl first, Watch you trip all over yourself when my foot is out. I'll take the books you read, and scrape your eyes from all judgement Like catnip, you can sit under my cat paw like a pigeon with broken wings I will close my eyes, and use you like a walking cane, See it to believe it, like burning rain Cover you with a blanket, and teach you how to count change Clear my mind from all opinions, shut you out from improper thoughts. Water the oak sides and do break off any unneeded branch from your tree Cut you like a flower, and show you how it is to stand out Pledge the world clean, and show you the dirt falling from your face Keep you in the shadows where you can't escape my flames Enjoy the whispers, of my taunts that stain your dreams In with the new, get rid of the old. ( ATTITUDE !) .....
Bullying Berty Beaver, he was quiet He never said too much Yet Molly, Berty's little wife She mouthed off just a touch She'd always threw her weight around And poor old Tiny Tim He got a slap most every day And times his days felt grim Molly, well she was his mum And though she loved him so She always had to nag someone And give them a cuff or blow Tim became a poor young man And shrunk from every one And as the bully's hung around More evil did get done His mum she says 'now that's not on They don't do this to my son!' And she goes running to the school Oh, she's an angry one She glares the teacher up and down And lets her know who's boss Teachers try hard to placate her Though, they only suffer loss. Then Tiny Tim, comes running in And says right to his mum [Frustration snatching fear away No more his mouth hangs numb] 'Look Mum, at what you always do!!!' He says with voice stern 'If you're a bully too, then how Will us kids ever learn. 28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, and not necessarily my reality; and that's what is so beautiful about writing You can be who you want to be on any level and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be; or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don't even think exist They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere My words are a reflection of my heart and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases, or me in the absolute right here My words exude positive intentions; my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections and reversed dejection and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul and temptations Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free They provide a medium of light and creativity A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be They reflect what I was before the choices I've made and the reasons that this life is perfect according to divine order They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time because up until now, the ending wasn't within reach so I make sure that I carefully choose the format and the right place and time to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – of the abstract placements of verbs giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice connected to my words I am the originator of my own words I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained by the process by which I've placed my words
A Prayer for my Wife Now I'll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin' a tear Last night when it got late and really quiet around here I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray And in the darkness between me and God, here's what I had to say I love her so much Lord and I just don't know what I'd do I'm afraid that she won't make it, that's why I'm coming to you Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees I'm begging' you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas I don't know what your plans are or what you have in store And I know I don't deserve her and that she deserves much more And don't misunderstand Lord, I don't assume any obligation For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life And I swear I'll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife And if it's not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead Cause' I can't live without my love, I'd be better off dead And no excuses for my past Lord, but I'll do better than I've done I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son. I wiped my tears as I said my amen's and prepared myself to stand Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in Reliving each and every moment, over and over again And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin' I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God's living grace And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Overlook a lifetime past Remember how it did not last Life changes quickly before your eyes. This so called reality surrounded by lies. A sad thought it may seem I do not want to open my eyes to another dream. Real reality set in. Lets look forward and begin I am in this game of life to win. I will not give up and lose. I will stand tall even though I am battered and bruised.
Oppressed by you, your state, your religion So you think you good, kind and Superior But I find you cruel, arrogant and callous But that is just in my view, what do I know? You control the language that describes pain But there is no for me in its grid, or how I feel My soul is ripped from my body and bound, On to your machines on which I slave and toil. You say it has to be this way, no room for doubt Master and slave, it is only a matter of degrees But it is my kind that is always tied to the rack While you sip vintage wine in the lap of luxury. Everything has its time and its place, yours is over End is near, for you and everything you hold dear Everything carries with it the root of its own destruction And I will rejoice now that your has very nearly come.
Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
Do dreams come true? Certain as the sea is blue I know that somewhere grass is greener Lands that sleep brings ever nearer Where rainbows sail across the sky Just follow them and hope to find A pot of gold, full, overflowing With galleons and silver pieces Good wishes, butterfly kisses And I will dip my hand inside To take for me all of what´s mine But then I wake and it all fades In light of stark reality Where everyone and everything Is so much more intimidating And every choice, move or decision Seems like a be all end all mission So when it comes to push or shove Moment of truth, ready or not Will I fall or will I fly? Will I even dare to try? To grasp these thoughts and make them real For they all say don´t think just feel If you want it then just take it Neat and simple Like a dimple Doesn´t seem so complicated And still yet I hesitated It is somewhat paralyzing All this nonstop analyzing Evaluating calculating Listing all the pros and cons And thousand possible outcomes Mind keeps spinning round and round And when it stops what will be found? I´ll never know with time enough Doubtlessly hindsight´s the stuff It makes me yearn and moan if only This or that I´d not be lonely So wait not waste not Seize the day, take a chance The dawn may change the circumstance For better or worse Whatever the course Just do it, close my eyes and jump Have faith I will survive sans bumps And though the landing likely won´t be Exactly like I pictured it That doesn´t mean the choice was wrong 'Cause when all is said and done I´ll still look back with satisfaction For I had the strength and gumption To risk it all, answer the call To take control I took the hits And it was worth it!
As cold as ice Wrapped round your brain And darkness unfolds You're breathing in pain It's been freezing here In this Land of Shattered Dreams It's been freezing here This corrupted winter stings It's been freezing here (Où est la Lavande?) Your body can't stay warm (Où est la Lavande?) It's been freezing here (Où est la Lavande?) This cruel and criminal storm (Où est la Lavande?) But don't give up Don't despair Taste the hope Floating through the air When the lavender returns It'll warm your frozen bones Vivid violet clothes In their candy overtones When the lavender returns It'll race across the land Rebel flower grows In the palm of your free hand If you look out your window The ground's parched and bare If you call for your lover She's no longer there If you ponder your life Well, it feels like a wreck And your failures are scars You can never forget As leaves turn brown Sky fades to grey You're feeling the drought The end of the day It's been lonely here In this World of Fallen Souls It's been lonely here With nowhere left to go But don't give up Don't despair Taste the hope Floating through the air When the lavender returns It'll warm your frozen bones Vivid violet clothes In their candy overtones When the lavender returns (Où est la Lavande?) It'll race across the land (Où est la Lavande?) Rebel flower grows (Où est la Lavande?) In the palm of your free hand (Où est la Lavande?) When the lavender returns (Où est la Lavande?) It'll warm your frozen bones (Où est la Lavande?) Vivid violet clothes (Où est la Lavande?) In their candy overtones (Où est la Lavande?)
Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all. My cousin Alf. Whilst searching on the net one day A name jumped out on me Peter Duggan, as he is known My cousin, that he be. A crazy man, a writer too Speaks his mind, I kid not you He loves to argue, and debate Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate. He wrote me emails, all the time And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme His words were calming, made sense to me Helped my fears,and anxieties. Life for him had not been kind Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind But here he was, helping me With all my anger, that He could see As time did pass, my life got better Thanks to him, and all his letters Back and forth, we wrote like mad Happy laughing, and sometimes sad. Now here in Oz, I've come to see My cousin, and his family Yes he's just how I imagined Loves all life, and writes with passion. He argues, talks, and often shouts Sings, and laughs, but what about? Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude He'll shock you too, if you're a prude But underneath his suit of armour There stands a man, who's met his karma All he wants is peace in in life No more trouble. fights and strife. There's many souls who cannot cope With this loud, outspoken bloke But I know where this man is from He says it in his words and songs. So for me he is not Peter Or Billy, John or Ralph He simply is my cousin Also known as Alf. Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.
These were my confessions (A message to God) The light begins to fade (It's time to go) Back into the shadows (That hard black fog) Where darkness has its way (God rest your soul) Nothing left to tell you (It's all been said) No more songs to write (This silent Fall) Nothing left to offer (The well's been bled) From a shadow's waning life (Who lost it all) Take my words and hold them (Don't be afraid) Place them near your heart (And heal your pain) Shadow words will kiss you (And heal your pain) When your world turns dark (Don't' be afraid) And I kiss you Kiss you I kiss you in the dark……..
Carly was a caterpillar She loved to crawl and eat Ostracized by the other creatures Teased for all her many feet So most days were spent alone But she refused to get down Carly had an incredible dream To her tree she wouldn't be bound Perhaps it was a mistake That to one other she'd confide They slipped and shared her dream Now from ridicule she couldn't hide So she climbed high into the tree And wrapped herself real tight Into a protective cocoon In here she wouldn't have to fight The days were dark and cold But Carly kept dreaming what could be To fly above the fray Oh, her passion to be free One day she said enough And folded her blanket down The sun was shinning bright And Carly began to look around That's when she realized She was a different dame This caterpillar now had wings Nothing would ever be the same Now all the creatures admired her They called her butterfly But she saw they picked on others It made Carly want to cry So she flew from branch to branch Letting every caterpillar know How they could also cocoon And wings they too would grow The moral is.. inside every creature There's magic to be had If you're getting picked on Start dreaming don't get mad Soon your day will come And your beauty from within Will make your heart to glow And will make your mouth to grin Contest: Carol's "Fable To The Rescue" Date: 11-8-14 Poet: LyricMan
WHY Why you did, what you did, I will never know, Why you put me through so much pain and hurt me so, You obviously had your reasons, but then I didn't know what they were, Now since I found out, the pain has been even harder to bear, You sold me down the river, knowing I couldn't even swim, Only you and I know, you committed the cardinal sin, You broke me, you destroyed me, my spirit and my soul, How was I ever going to fight back, to reach the unreachable goal?, But just like Humpty Dumpty, who had a great fall, I had to learn all over again to walk tall, I found a handful of people, to help put me back together again. to help wipe out the misery, the suffering, the pain, So I could get on with my life and start living again.
You've maddened me to the core You singed me with your ferocious fire We're opposites… we'll never integrate We can't blend with each other… Your love and I'm hate We're contrary to each other… So don't even think about Getting us back together Because without a doubt, We don't click with each other… So let us go our own way… Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be deleted from my mind… I'm not the one that should pay the price You act as if you're an angel from heaven But, you're a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice? Could someone unchain me from this prison? So let us prepare for that day… Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds Taking over us…we're wasting valuable time Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind I'm regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime You think you're innocent? I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you Do you live to feed me anguish? Don't deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue Let's get ready for battle… I'll watch you decay… IT'S PAY BACK TIME . . . Taste my fury and my agony Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be defeated… I scream before nightfall I close my eyes to kiss my demise I want to disappear Scratch away my desolation Wipe away my tears… Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall Tonight, there will be dismay There will be suffering After sundown… Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky Who will earn the crown? No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye Why are we black and white? Are you too afraid to know the reason why? Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to suffer alone…
When you don't know how many tomorrows you'll have, You tend to focus in the immediacy of today; A homeless child just trying to survive. Rummaging through dump rubbish every day. Another afternoon in this hellish forsaken place, Ankle deep in garbage scavenging a dinner plan; Feeling particularly weak and sick on my stomach, When a large group pulled up in two white vans. The slide doors of these vans opened fast, And well dressed people jumped out in a hurry; Honestly, I was glad that I wasn't too close, They were strangely awkward, I was worried. The group spoke a different language, I think they were from The United States; Most of them were snapping pictures, Which is something I do not appreciate. They were drinking cold bottles of water, What I'd give just to have a taste; I'd be happy with a half empty hot bottle, In this sewage minefield of trash and waste. One of the strangers seemed different, There was something about his eyes; He seemed to look right into my soul, As I stood there swatting away flies. It's hard to describe what I was feeling, Although little time had actually passed; There on that filthy hill I felt a bonding, I remember wanting this moment to last. On his face I saw sadness and passion, He could tell I was a boy totally broken; Existing day to day on this stench heap, We were talking but no words were spoken. Then someone in the group said something, And the group quickly boarded up to go; Except for the one locked in on me, From the vans they shouted "Come on, Joe!" He ran to the van.. and grabbed something, Then with sensed urgency he rushed over to me; The kind stranger delivered two ice cold waters, His contagious smile was large and friendly. As he turned to go I tapped him on his shoulder, He swung around I was shocked to see tears; I felt a simple pure love from this angel, Who from out of nowhere suddenly appears. Walking back to the van he turned and waved, I took a long drink to salute.. no longer thirsty; The rest of my life this moment sealed in time, For him as well, I think Joe will always remember me! For Sheri's "Out Of Water" Contest *He gave more than a Drink.. He gave Dignity! Narrative Poem From the city dump in Puarta Plata, Dominican Republic Poet: Lyric Man
The Bully 27 Years ago, you showed me the door, Because I wouldn't do what you wanted anymore. That day was the worst of my life, I wanted to die, to escape the strife. All I needed was a simple letter, To give me a chance to get better. Now when I look back and see, you certainly did me a favour that day. In 1986 Thursday the first of May. From then on people listened to what I had to say, Doctors and Nurses went out or their way, I got the treatment I needed at last, Bit by bit they went over the past. One whole year is all it took, A lot of hard work, a little luck. To this very day I have never been back, 26 whole years and that's a fact. The last few years have been the best of my life, Truly content being a Mother and Wife. And Nanny as well, Must not let my head swell, A collection of poems all written by me.. My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see. A whole new extension to the house designed by me. Also having to cope with the death of my mother, Then four months later the death of my mother's sister, God not another. Having my kitchen demolished completely, did put me in a fix. But being so well, even that couldn't knock me for six. So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter, At least give THEM, the chance to get better. For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day, Thursday 1986 the first of May, The day that you showed me the door, Just because I wouldn't do what you wanted anymore. They say that time heals all pain, I'm lucky I've learnt to live again.
Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.
I, the sleeper and dreamer Wish for your end Is it wrong, blasphemer? Should I break, should you bend? I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead Should I break or should you bend? Or can't I just wish for my end? There's knives protruding from your eyes The eyes I know are dead The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies Beneath your core of lead I found you among the disposables Wishing for my end I blasphemed you and you just gave back My pencils burning with lead I screamed as you pierced through me I felt it in my soul! But I'm to blame for this masterpiece I sharpened you with gold! The shavings fall upon the ground And still this dream moves on Pierced, I fall without a sound Until the break of dawn I, the sleeper and dreamer Am still pierced to this day So I hand the pencil sharpener to you And pray you'll be with me
Lift the wailing wood Hammer the tortured nails Place the ghostly steps Below the battered rails Invite those crazy strangers Dressed in stranger clothes Join the mighty miracle Ready to unfold Building a stairway In the desert Aimed toward the pure and honest sky Building a stairway In the desert Going to rise for miles And miles Leave this evil town Where scorpions share your bed Guilty snakes make a home Deep inside your head The bleeding sun Burns your feet Hangmen joke Beggars weep Buried bodies Cry for help Undertakers Steal your wealth Building a stairway In the desert Aimed toward the pure and honest sky Building a stairway In the desert Going to rise for miles And miles We're laughing and We're dancing In the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Can't you see? We're dancing in the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Feel so free Dancing in the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Free….so free In the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Lift the wailing wood Hammer the tortured nails
Success The other day I saw a man He was an old, old man He had this sparkle on his face And a wondrous smile that ran Right from his mouth up to his ears He was a happy guy And yet he had no home, no car And soon in death he'll lie. I saw a man on the Television His face all misery He was a man who had so much Such an important man he be And yet his face was deathly grey All life was drained from it It seems that all his cobwebbed money Has not helped him a bit. I let you see the contrast here So all you folk who hope One day to be someone of means I hope they will take note Though money has a lot of value It does not bring success Cause in the end success must mean A life of happiness. 1 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.
it's not over until it's over until God has His say and it's not what it looks like until God has His way when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation the people demanded much from him and had high expectations a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission for whenever God has called on you there's not much that you can do for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory and even if the final bell has rung it ain't over until God says its done and even when you're down to your last shot it ain't over until God says it's not and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say
our God is able to provide all of our needs for it was in us that He planted His very seed no matter what's happening in life no matter how hard are the days God is able to keep us uplifted as we journey on our way in the midst of the storms in the midst of moments of despair give God all the glory that you are even still here during August 2011 we went through a lot of stuff an earthquake, a hurricane and then flooding water enough is enough! many called on the name of God and many cried out for Christ but why when everything is going good God's not a part of their lives? what many fail to grasp is that God is always here and we need to talk to Him daily not only in times of despair for our God is able to keep food on our tables our God is able to keep us upright to maintain and sustain us through each day and night and if you woke up this morning give God all the praise and if you have a job in this recession let your hands to Him be raised and if your children are doing just great go and worship Him in any house of faith God is able to maintain all that you've acquired and give Him the thanks for fulfilling your desires just don't think that this world is all about you for it was by the grace of God that you pulled through and if you're blessed with a pension of a 401K give God the thanks that it came your way our God is able to keep us from falling down as our faith in Him keeps us on higher ground so grab on to the hand of God let His glory manifest in you stay in the presence of God and follow the path designed for you and when your money gets funny and your change becomes strange let the blessings of the Lord get your finances rearranged and when it comes to finding that soul mate in life let the God who is able send you a child of Christ bow down to His wisdom, bow down to His authority as you allow His glory and majesty to come unto thee our God is able to keep us from going astray so in life it is unto Him that we should pray
Oh the internet A battle ground for morons Will we ever learn?
Draped from her body, they sparkle like gold. Tear soaked and smothered, in lies that she's told. She wears them ashamed, but she wears them with grace. To cover the pain, that is etched in her face. It's her mark, it's her passion, her reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as pathetic can be. For the last time I saw her, was the last place she laid. Where I held her so close, deep down in her grave. No more to be seen, no more to betray. Damned and unheard, while she cried out in vain. Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. Etched in his body, the scars will remain. Blood soaked in madness, he's nearly insane. He wears them in anger, but he wears them with pride. To expose to the world, all his hate that's inside. It's his mark, it's his passion, his reason to breathe. As shallow and weak, as cruel as can be. But the last place I saw him, was the last time he raged. Where I beat him and broke him, deep down in his grave. No more to be seen, no more to be heard. Damned and destroyed, underneath all his dirt. Don't pity the evil, corrupt and forsaken. Who've strayed from the path, that they should have taken. It's all self inflicted, they live unrestricted. But on this their last day, they'll all be convicted. Now sift through my ashes, gather up all my bones. Let him without sin, cast the first stone. Pile me up in a bucket, and leave me to stay. So I can face my creator, on my judgement day. It's my life, it's my passion, it's what I believe. As misunderstood, as reckless can be. For the last time you saw me, was the last time I prayed. Where I dug my own hole, and laid down in my grave. No more to be hated, no more to be feared. For in my corrupt stead, an angel appeared.
Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it The devil trying to get my soul and behold it but I know only this one man controls it Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
I am the face of misery My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring, The years are written in the same Lugubrious, nostalgic grey How can it be the author to blame? I cannot scream this all away… Burn nor Bleed this all away… To Death I am Ordained Lacuna ever growing With Velvet sheets of life flowing Aeons apart of my "royalty" Under the mask the cannot see... Can you dispel this tragedy: Antigone - Epiphany failing If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone No words of hope No words of hate Do I have Lenore to send to me: The sordid child of Thebes Caught In the longest nightmare life - the slowest way to die I know this is my life But I'm not under control under the mask the will see Just Another Human If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone Can you dispel my life; this tragedy? Can you control the storm in my mind? I'm asking you: can you rid me Of The Curse of Antigone?
Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die. Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper? Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend? And be rewarded for my rage time and time again. Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where I choose. I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds. Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED. I'm not delusional. If only please. I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines. All who volunteer to follow fall behind, And on my lead. All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed. I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION, BRED TO SUCCEED. I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff Bubonic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family. But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG. We APPROACHED the enemy Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting. These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army. All who volunteer to follow fall in line. .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE. NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise. JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost. I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION BRED TO SUCCEED.
I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities time sweet majestic unwavering time doth reconcile in me an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple as if transposed to a lake where the sun doth shine from the heavens and prosperity will live in my house once more
[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him -just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat [The Fall] In this Valley of morning and weeping Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart As each velvet petal falls apart Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy -sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves Is know her home, the coven of solace Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies She is alive--anew But the vapors still remain The Apocalypse is here, do we fear? Just for the death of our sins Elysia never Seemed so far away [Our Damnation] Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions We strayed far from the depths within We all lingered to his solace--lies -you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings We are nothing in this burning world of Decadence, and Failed Semblance [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach the shadows within
Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
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Open A gate, a key To greater turmoil Overture to greater beauty Unspoiled. Fear not Discovery When your eyes look upon Rough trail, hiding territory Beyond. Count not, Walk regardless Of the pros and the cons Dreams are in the making, unless You doubt. Seek Ye That gate, that key That you may come to know Treasure untold; that ye the key Do hold. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 04.07.11
She was a 10 years old When her life was sold He hurt her in ways unimaginable He may have not have been her father But he was her brothers He told the 10 year old to get in the bed Or something would happen to her 1 month brother The bed was cold The springs were rusted Her heart was always filled with love and care But after that night She wouldn't dare share The 10 year old went to school the next day Without anything to say Her friends found out And shunned her out She told an The police were called She was taken from her mother Who at that time wouldn't believe her She stayed at a family members house A couple days went by Then she was returned home The bad guy was found She still has nightmares to this day And she has this to say: "I'm sorry for doing what I knew was wrong All I wanted was for my brother to be safe." This is a true story, It's MY story. I hope that all you readers unerstand that I still blame myself for what happened that night. I DON'T want your sympathy, I just need friends who actually care. Thank You For Reading Let's Get Lost. . . . . .
Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention... To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall. In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole. Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! Infusion connection the union eternal, Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole, is truly encountered from deep within query The meaning the truth the love of it all... Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing, The clear light of being shows beauty once more. Accept what is given agree to the treaty. Fight not with your fears, and answer your call. Find substance in living, step over delusions. Regardless of meaning, life's radiance will soar. So use this awareness these words and this practice, Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall.. When sad and when empty in need of intention, No doubts I plead! No need to explore! Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings, Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one! In oneness we're whole!
It's hard when I see so much pain, Filled with life's many hardships, All these troubled souls praying, For miracles through their worships, Even at home they are lost, And muddle through their days, 'Release us from our lots', They cry out from their maze, Yet I find it even harder still, When I must stand here and watch, With neither the way or the will, To give what little I've got, So Lord I pray you fill my cup, Give me the success and station, Where hope can spring from love, To answer all this frustration, Let me afford more than simple words, Grant me the means to answer prayer, Lay before me a path true and sure, To receive great fruit I can share, My life has taught me so very much, As my prayers so often are granted, I know what it means to be touched, By the charity of the enchanted, It brings a life of such great hope, To you and all of those you love, It helps you to widen your scope, And great faith when times get tough, So today Lord I finally pray, For something I never have before, I pray for riches so very great, That I would never need to ask for more, Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez, Great wisdom and eternal good health, The power to shape the will of others, And all the prayers I leave on the shelf, And I pray that I remain steadfast, In service to you through my fellow man, And you answer this prayer however crass, Before this poem is written by this hand.
You have your North side ducks, And you have your south side ducks. Neither the twain shall meet. For each one had his nose in the air. They simply would not do the greet. So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond. Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let's call it 'Stomp The Pond' Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat. So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete. But she couldn't cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way. Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day. But you know, there's always one strange duck, and that's the one who built a bridge. Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id. My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be… The world works better when brought together… By the builders of a bridge.
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
I read a poem about fear and emptiness this morning, and it made me write this poem. I hope it is of some help to someone, I speak about neurotic fears, not real ones.....Peter Fear, and emptiness Have you looked into your emptiness? Have you looked into your fear? Have felt those crazy demons As you feel them coming near? Do you feel the wind of panic? As they just keep pouring in And the mind goes round in circles Creating such a din. Do you turn away and run? Turn your back on them? As the paranoid takes over And you feel its awful pain Well they are nothing really Merely thoughts, and this be all They have no real existence They're like shadows on the wall. Next time these fears come calling And they crash into your mind Look at them right in the eye Don't fight them, just be kind Then turn all your attention To your body, or your breath This will make your mind go calm Your fear it will have left And if the fear comes back again Each time just do the same Eventually it will stay away You will have won the game Then peace will come to stay with you And such sweet harmony Will make your life a heaven All loose and fancy free. 21 April 2014 @ 1503hrs.
We Live in world that lacks genuine love and affection towards their fellowman. Why are so many uncaring towards one another. People today don't care what they do or say and who they say it to, understandably the world has and is still undergoing changes there is a whole lot more pressure on people these days especially the younger generation which causes anger, depression and frustration. Then there is now the extra worries of the global ressession which causes misery and grief but where is the sense of relief people are in much despair over the financial state as they fear their jobs are at stake. The world seems to be in a real angry state, due to all the atrocities and anomisty there is which makes people uncaring and can cause others to feel intimidated to even walk the streets and not looking at people that they meet as there is no trust anymore in the world. How did we get to this where nothing seems right, where angry people argue and fight, only evil is in sight. Happiness is just a dream, not a reality or so it may seem. What went wrong in the world that caused so much grief and anguish when did it begin, it started in 1914 when the world saw the first world war, the reason for the troubles since then was the devil Satan was thrown out of heaven to the earth and soon he is to be destroyed so while he has the time left he is causing so much upheaval as he is full of anger knowing he will soon be gone, as God Jehovah will rid the earth of Satan and his demons and he will restore the earth to A Paradise in peace and security instead of all the unrest and anomosity. People will be happy for all eternity.
The river cried-- oh what stones have i carried. All must resolve, all must dissolve, none of my sands may vary. Have no fear, your waters are clear. Resilience is found in your currents. Let no stones dam your flow. I am the lake. I am your rest , i am the beauty beyond your mistakes.
I close my weary eyes Holding onto the hope Of not having to cope Not a mintue longer Without you by my side Not expierencing The warm look in your eyes The tingling rush of your finger tips That would grip my hair tight To stop you from slipping into the night Biting your bottom lip As a pinch to yourself To see if it was real The dream of love we felt And now that you are gone I only wish to die Your image fades from my mind Sometimes I see it clear, The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains I look up and in the distance is where she waits But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do I need God's strength for one more day to get through
I'm going to tell a story now of a man who having served his time in a war torn country, but due to a very sensitive nature suffered from what they like to call 'Post traumatic stress disorder', he was like this for many, many years, with all the symptoms of anger, paranoid, fear and anxiety, and was impossible to live with. He had studied everything from self help gurus, to spiritual teachers to conventional counselling {that man was I} but nothing helped, I just got worse and worse, which ended up in me leaving home, and in the process throwing away every thing I had ever built up, that was half way decent. After a year I went back home, my tail between my legs, to try over. But no, I was still impossible to live with, and there was never any real peace with me around. I had tried every kind of meditation, self hypnosis, positive thinking, and nothing worked. The writing did help me quite a bit, but it was never enough. Then one day I discovered on the net an American gentleman, named John Sherman. I went on his site, at no cost whatsoever And I heard what he said, when he told me one simple thing to do. He told me to go behind my thoughts and just look at me The me that is there behind all the thoughts and emotions when everything is gone; The me one speaks about when he or she points to themselves and says 'me'. Now this seemed so simplistic to me, and I kind of scoffed at it, but I tried it anyway, because I was rather desperate to bring about some changes, and I had tried everything else. it was so easy for me, and I started to do it whenever it came to me to do so. This was four years ago now, and I have practiced what he said religiously. Now, four years later I am a different being, the anger is gone, the misery is non existent, My fear of death is all but gone, and I feel like life is one big wonderful dance. If anyone has troubles of this kind and cannot lead a peaceful life… go to 'www.justonelook.org' And let John and his wife Carla help you, there are no conditions no religion and definitely no payments to be made. Just felt I had to tell someone about the Sherman's, because of what happened to me Peter.
Well said, my poetically challenged friend... Your insight is deep and telling of your sage, Even if I can not understand your poetic wage, Tell us more of your triumphs and travels, And don't leave out the blotter and gavels, For it is your frailty which entices, The calling of the soul, And unlocking of the mind... For when we read of your glorious battle, And become the fodder of which you prattle, Remember that these are the days, We relished the great dreams you gave, Soon you will be left to your own devices, Karma so apropos, Balancing over time... Then with great pride I will be able to say, That I once met a poet untamed, A free verse poet like you who has belched, With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt, Oh what great cost the poets price is, Always watching yet always alone, All to capture truth sublime, Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!
There is a lot to be said about the spoken word, But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION JS Lambert
Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift with the ability to help others spirits to be lift to dream during the good times as well as the bad to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ
Millions of lives and souls untold And to account it all Words, lines, films Imagination trims A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon Hollywood rounds Quills deliver Writers flare with passion so strong Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories Tragedies We consume it all like freshly baked bread We feed until we are engorged and fed A viral, universal mess Ideas and unmade memories Nothing more or less My eyes remain glued to the screen Living it all out Tears dare to flow—to doubt I should have thought of that Can I truly let myself believe, Someone else lived that! Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters For miles and miles of stories remain unread While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment Dead Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table I can never let the raw truth rest Naked, bare and empty—soothed Nothing more or less I cringed for originality Observed the world through the unedited scripts The very act, the poetry pact The wild animal drooling in the back I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked As the reviews bloated less and less They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new And this empty brain in agony—HISSED I have lived in no epic battle of account Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers The stories the red carpet smothers And still I ache to create Before the other ones discover I returned with ''oh me's' and 'oh my's'' With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies Nothing more or less Little have I lacked to dream Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire Stories that rarely brittle or tire I fiddled with precious glass on edge Foully eager for self-damage As if it would trigger some legitimate spark Searching for creatures and features in the dark No one unlocked the passage that night For the starving idea-parched malice of right But all welcomed with open arms A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms Consuming, fuming dooming All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen Their legacy real as it can possibly get Nothing more or less
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried by the dove of someone I use to know.
As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch. Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet. I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note, But what about next month or the others sure to come. I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and… Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof. Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain. But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain. Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought. Instead of seeing comfort, now it's the struggles I have fought. The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house. But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost. How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best. I'm sure they'll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet. But I can't expect them to understand, this old grownups shame. I promised to protect them… so today I'll continue on my search A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know. All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. God will provide eventually, even if it's a step, or two, or three down. Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch… I say a little prayer and add a little wish… May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today… And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way. CSEastman
Gripping, searing , yearning, a mother for her son, vacillating, pride and heartache, head wars that can't be won, precariously, dangling, by her fingertips somewhere between hope and despair trying hard to get a grip! Crying, seeking, praying a mother to her Lord, begs His tender mercies as promised in His word, "Gentle Lord, bathe my son in the comfort of your light. Hold him near, calm his fear, keep him safe tonight. Do not let him dash his toe upon a single rock. Let him always feel your nearness, together with him walk. Give him daily sustenance, in your word bid him sup', hold him when he's weary, should he fall, Lord, lift him up! Assure him when he's lonely, that where he goes you go Remind him that we love him more than he could ever know. Until this nightmare's over, Lord, and his tour of duty's done, until the desert lays behind him, and he's resting safe at home, command your angels to surround him, his protective hedge of light ever vigilant, ne'er tiring keep my son safe tonight!
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
I saw the noble kind young girl last night— The Virgin's robe was blue; her dress was Light. "Hail, Mary, full of grace," I prayed to her; My soul's petition I believe she heard. Though silent she remained, not saying words. My gaze upon the vision was quite strong. The apparition was so clear and strong— The sun seemed one with me; gone was the night. I was struck mute; from my mouth came no words. Around the Virgin shone such dazzling light. My soul believed she wanted to be heard, So I stayed silent to give ear to her. Although to pay attention full to her, I had to put aside that I was strong— For I was weak but wanting to be heard. Before she came, it had been a bleak night. But now I saw her Son the Christ's bright light; He clothed the Virgin Mother with His words. She finally to me spoke some few words. I listened quite intensely then to her. She said, "Let Jesus shine upon you Light. For now you need no longer be so strong. The demons will not torture you at night." For this I was quite pleased; my prayers were heard. For far too long, I wanted to be heard. I was afraid my prayers were just some words. No longer would I fear the dark of night. My soul was ever so glad it heard her. I was revived; my faith and hope were strong. For I had seen her Son's and Mary's Light. I bathed in wondrous grace and love and light Desire had been fulfilled; I had been heard. As human I had not been truly strong. I had relied on thoughts and deeds and words. Yet now I gave heed to advice from her. She had appeared in my soul's barren night. I saw such Light; I heard such loving words My prayers were heard; I listened unto her. The Virgin was so strong; gone was the night.
If I should die right now If I should die right now I wouldn't even stir As death would take me by the hand And make the mind a blur All that is and ever was Is in this moment 'now' Oh, what have I to grieve about The force will live somehow. When lost within this now There's nothing can be wrong No matter what the circumstance I'm me, And I belong To everything and anything There's naught to fade away Though I know not how to speak of this I know not what to say. If I should die right now The mind would fill with fear But somewhere there's a truth in me That makes it all so clear Immortal is the core of me I know it always will be The one that cannot ever fade I am this one I am me.
Tomorrow is Ours. Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear, asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear, the festering wounds of enslavement still remain, juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain, spewing out neo-liberal economic charades, doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids, but, tomorrow shall be ours, casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle, no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal, tomorrow shall be ours, we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces, we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces, of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows, we are here, now, alive with hope, we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.
If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
Live as others see, just what it is we do Uncomplicated so to speak, Superficial surface, simple rules unfolding actions Genuflecting before the holy altar Or living the life provided But there is the backgrounder The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are Giving opinions, comments On every lasting moment Final liable depending on circumstances That we don't necessarily agree to see Directs us to those actions might puzzle even on lookers The final ruler, the master slave Who lives deep down, lives so far down No one knows from country which Only guess at his (hers) presence Involved in more, much more Then you would ever guess Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain The presence shapes the flowing current And talks tales to the tiller, A stronger voice when seas' in turmoil Surprisingly directed seemingly unthoughtful actions To those who stand and stare Surprising mostly to ourselves Unfamiliar with the master slave Who lives so far below.
Offended is ignorance a lack of understanding silence is not for everyone humans speak and do things different than you or your faction true or untrue or stretch truth what's the worry? stressing over someone else's beliefs takes you away from your own routine offended is a waste of energy needed for nothing causing dangerous sparks within one's mind one's heart one's soul becomes contaminated with preoccupations vengeance breeds furious often unexpected actions of ill-will occur or changes for the worse creep in the shadows of good growing taking over "spiritual kudzoo" none could tame extinguish your dealings with petty rage of another imperfect being's mouth cancer vanishes easier with early detection MOVE ON! or at least learn from your polar opposite
He'd had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn't have to worry She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away "It was such a long hard time", he said, "Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day" My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk "People always pass me by," he said, "As if I'm not even standing there" "You're the only one," said he, "Who's taken the time to even show you care" "I don't want their sorrow or pity", he said, "Just some friendly care and love"! "I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above" "Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand" "What if I was an angel?" he said, "Sent from God and no one lent me their hand"? After we left that cafe on that hot day in September I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need "Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed"? Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart's been given Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you're still living Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed. It's been three weeks now, since I've seen Sam standing on that street I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet "Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner"? When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner He told me that he'd seen Sam just the other day "It seemed odd", he said, "But he never even looked my way" A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they'd found only his clothes and shoes
To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness 6-29-13
Illumination from the entrance Make it vivid that Jefferson is 'crazy' Scripts splatter on the bare floor Engulf with writings from the mind Dramatizing the lines with emotions Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson Displaying competency in a dramatics loom Madness of characterization of the lines make the Poems visible from his drama the dance steps in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily is Jefferson crazy? Before I could write the last line Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly He lay like a tired butterfly… Have you seen one before? 'I don't have a pen' he recounts 'I don't have a pen ' he utters breathing heavily I don't have a pen too I respond I was just writing from my mind On the table I see the line 'I don't have a pen'.
Go to sleep, My love, Rest your weary head, You have a long day tomorrow, Nothing should you dread. Go to sleep, My love, Give it all to Me, Your burdened heart, your tears that fall, Surrender and be free. The night is dark and quiet, It's silence you now fear, Be at peace, the day is done, And I am ever near. Go to sleep, My love.
There's a void, now Where once a steadfast heart beat time The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy To scale that mighty pinnacle The Rock, within the bosom of the family There's a void, now But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past A fault free seam constructing firm foundations Binding those within the bosom of the family There's a void, now A hollow cavern echoing the anger and the pain Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements The source of unremitting pain Within the bosom of the family There's a void, now So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories Harvesting the richness of their meaning The fullness of the seed sown long ago To bloom forever within the bosom of the family
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter The Sannyasin. Alexander said to Dandamis "Old man you come with me For I need me a sannyasin To take across the seas. Hey you be just a beggar man I'll make you rich indeed You'll live a life of luxury With everything you need. Dandamis standing naked there With silence in his essence He had no fear at all did he In the mighty leaders presence. He said "I'll give you nothing friend And there's nothing that I need So Alexandra drew his sword Tried to make the beggar plead. Dandamis laughed and said these words With power in his voice "You can put that sword right through my heart My friend, that be your choice. But I left this body long ago I have no use for it So pierce this heart my fine young friend It won't harm me a bit. Alexander he was beaten By a fearless beggar man Though he had won most of the world Dandamis foiled his plans. The beggar said "You say you're great But that's not true at all For any man that thinks he's great He be merely a fool
A Chance Encounter A chance encounter the other day Got me chatting to a stranger Just for some time to pass away. He was very well groomed, very smart. Spoke well too, seemed a decent sort. I told him a little tale I had learned whilst at work. Outside a building that's up for sale Close to the centre of the town A queue of people gathered. Old clothes, hand me downs. Inside people of good heart and souls Were behind tables long. And a kind of soup was poured into bowls. A slice of bread was added to each one poured. As the hungry-eyed came through the door. As each one passed a thank you was heard. Grateful for the meal today. A simple reply least we can do. All was silent no complaints from the poor. Till a young voice said, 'Please Mummy I want more.' I sat back in my chair waiting for a reply. The guy opposite gave a big sigh. He said, 'Things were tough in those days Very hard for the poor in the Victorian Age. They were ignored, did not count, How could others treat them like that?' No-one should be without the means I say, To feed and clothe their children today. I looked at him and shook my head. My dear friend you misunderstand The tale was not yesteryear or a foreign land. I visited a local food bank the day before last. And like you I was taken aback. Unless with my eyes I had seen, The myth about scroungers I would still believe. Some get the dregs, others get the cream. This is Great Britain in 2013. But the people of our Nation are strong In times of strife they speak as one. 'We are mighty as Caesar, mighty as Rome.' ' NI CARBORUNDUM BASTARDORUM'
large yellow diesel machines coughed coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts assorted groans and mechanical creaks lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee. Oh, they worked that day, from sun up till the orange red sky was upon them shivering in the cold dark desert sand parked together like defenseless tadpoles, shaking and quivering in the damp night air, their job done for another day. Building what, sand ramps, that's what. From nowhere to nowhere! another notch in the creative history duly recorded for potentates from the east who understand & see cows in the sky or not so pretty women with tight green skirts whores, dirty mattresses and rats who love the companionship of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics and assorted beasts of the mind Squalor is the key here rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice promulgated by the ass kissing majority who worship at the altar of mendacity after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored. Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something If it doesn' they were the first to do it! Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that, hardly fine dining, but that's another story. Goodbye for now.
I am a poet writing of my pain I am a person living a life of shame I am your daughter, hiding my depression I am your sister, striving to make a great impression I am your friend acting like I'm fine I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine I am a girl who struggles with suicide I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
Try it-- I dare you! Place me In clueless trial
Evil thoughts equal sin One must purge them within
the life that you have now is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it it happens that many lives are taken away from the now and when we lived the can't grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark
Take Love's Sip Life is all too often filled with discord. People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred. Visiting fantasy-land, Dreams float by without demand. Get a grip! Take love's sip; follow the Lord. © July 31, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen
It's a crying shame In the midnight hour I stroll along this shore A silence comes on over me I've felt this thing before It's a kind of joining up with God Whatever that might be In the midnight hour so all alone with me. So early in the morning Before the dark has gone I stroll along these wetland trails My heart all filled with song I hear the birds who come alive Sing their prayers for the day In the early morn, the whole world seems okay It's a crying shame That the silence has to go Amidst the noise of the market place What happens to that glow That come when folk are not around Oh, it's a crying shame It might be that it's only me to blame. I walk amidst the market place With all the noise it makes The gossip and the judgements come It's noise for it's own sake As I try to find the silence Of the morning and the night I am searching for that source of all delight.
Part 1 You wanna shake your head and say, "I've had it with this town" You wanna pack up everything And tear your pictures down Your lawn is full of weeds And your air conditioner's shot Is it time to pay the rent again? Definitely not! One way ticket- "Glitterville" Where lights illuminate The limitless potential Of a foreign license plate Part 2 A fresh start was a good start But what is it with that place? Your garden's full of weeds again And your air conditioner breaks You decide it's time to go on back And see familiar faces You gotta change the place you have It's useless to change places By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy
Land of wave-like verse churning love into a gum-like consistency tasting of nicotine and nectar. Steeped in tears and magic Metaphor for silver or nubility immortality and abundance Hiding your yawning emptiness Behind ballads and psychosis Airless craters turn to allegories for love consumed or unrequited Lost or gained suddenly like a surprised sliver of a plum inside a boarding house Sunday cake And a certain cliché for timeless allure.
My heart is on the ride, bouncing Upon a masterpiece of art Painted by His hand, taunting Stroking brush across the canvas. In the pursuit of a vision He attempts to bring it to life With His expert hand in motion At time forceful, other times light. He takes my heart upon a flight Above a magnificent land The measure of His love to light The walls of its chambers, His plan. Yet to ride the land He designs Takes it through valleys and steep hills Upon a thorny path hard to climb But along with the song of two whippoorwills. If not for the grace of seeing The beauty of His will while it flew It would have given up its beating With the pain found in coming true. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 05.14.11
YOUR ONLY FRIEND Out of the night she's called for you and raised you from a restless sleep into the life you're going through, into the life you can not keep. She's known by all, her name is Death, you see her, then you realize, she is your very final breath and you have seen it in her eyes. You look again, to clear your head but truth is truth, and now you know, your book is finished, it is read, and now it's time to go. So long you wondered who she was if she would ever be a friend, but now you see the love she does, and it is there beyond your end. She whispers all the things you've done and sings them in her song each rising star, each setting sun, it all played out, but played out wrong. And there is nothing here for you, so welcome her, she is your end, and go to where you must go to to know sweet Death, your only friend. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Instincts can do harm ~ when insecurities trigger the alarm Lay
Slowly dying Inside Slowly dying.
To Dine, To Die; Conversations spiral While thunderous eyes Grasp concepts to recycle. Constant debt crisis A political paradox Grating social devices Over the sorting of socks. Pseudo-analysis An endless groan Argumental paralysis The debate grants no throne. Existentialism Over a roast Potatoes won't listen To who talks the most. "That point is so interesting" The floor is open for chat "What is real?" not a thing "Meow" adds the cat.
Oh Christ, catch an idea Stuck in the throat Choking, coughing, spitting The idea of salvation? Ground in till belief flourishes Understood by sight and senses Those who undertake the holy journey The truths of all who laugh and cry Span the time, limitless decades Watching water flow Mountains sitting surprise Blue skies span limitless views Telling things in quiet voice And all the time I cough Cough and retch and spit whatever it is I hold inside
Finding the key He's putting his life in order He's not a kid no more Took him a long time growing up Through all the inner wars But now he's getting there at last He's climbing through the mist He's putting things in order He will not be dismissed. For many years a beast kept under Will rot within his cage He'll seethe within with fury Because of inner rage But then one day the man looks in And sees that blessed beast He sees that it can't really hurt him Not even in the least. He learns then at a deep, deep level That the beast it has no power. It be the mark of the fearful man Who truly will not flower He's let the beast so cower him That he stands there looking scared Yet look the fear right in the eye And the truth be everywhere He must recognize his jailor And say "Give me the key!!!" Then he know it's he that's holding The end to misery He has to learn to like himself That's the only way to go To bring those shadows to the light And feel his life just flow He must rest within his glory It's the only way to go Let the light come into him And feel that inner glow Then never will these prison walls Take hold of him again Because he'll hold the key to freedom From all his inner pain. 11 December 2013 @ 1755hrs.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION ~JSLambert
She woke up everyday to the beckoning of death's toll. But decided to embrace life, pulling herself from the darkened hole. With a new brightness in her eyes, she lived life as partially buried gold. Never afraid of the darkness, or what the future may hold. Shimmering beneath the dirt, her beauty shall now unfold. True legacy lies hidden to reign, for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. One example of grace goes far, farther then any story ever told. With strength that comes from deep within, that's been held from days of old. Among the majority she lived, witnessing atrocities flare. From her soul she would always give, though no one seemed to care. As the bells of sadness began to ring, she would rise above the gloom. Out of darkness and despair she would sing, with a melody that filled the room. The tears that had fallen proved as strength, to her ever-impending light. Onward traveling to any length, for what she believed was right. When darkened paths shimmer, despite the pangs of apathy, through life she will always glimmer, no matter what the tragedy. -Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION ~JSLambert © 2011 JSL
The wood is piled my emotions riled Sweet expectations settle in my soul Sweat dappled brows my emotions drowse sudden conclusions fill in the hole of my heart. The fire started in the pit warming ourselves in it's globe and there we sit like two lost elves waiting to disrobe Take your time, Love The perfect man does exist. rlm '09
Why we always look away From what our eyes desire to see? Then we think 'I should have…' We look back And we can't see It walked away - We let it be Why it always walks away When we want to give a try? We look back every day And we pray for one last stand Then we think back in regret 'Why i hadn't…' Each time we cry One day we will forget- The day when we die
Tear away her skin, her bones, Watch her curves move through...her tones explore her body curiouser... and curiouser.... Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows... Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes. Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of your kids. challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds. Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose! Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul, Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole! Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong. Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long. Push her away till she falls over the edge... But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!
Tears of sorrow flow as rivers from my eyes while I put my pens and pencils away to never to grace a page again small cardboard box their final place of rest. Why such sadness, I know not maybe it is saying goodbye to a friend, one who understood me so fully let me crawl around inside myself. Quite possibly this was only beginning knowing this elusive person within with desire to learn so much more now, I suppose, I will never know. Pencils are stowed and left to grow old wooden shafts left to age into dry mottled dust and pens' indigo liquid destined to vanish leaving only an empty plastic shell. With only these remnants left to remind of thoughts and emotions once scribed now evoke within me a dark depressing thought of words I might have penned. Aged and grey some distant day to come in my favorite chair, a rocker, I sit staring vacantly through cataract coated eyes thinking of what things might have been. Many a responsibility have I neglected while traveling within my mind give cause for your final sentence of death unfair since you merely exist that is all. So now I must grow-up once more youthfulness again lost to reason and logic bliss of carefree imagination is gone fading in clarity to a distant rare thought. Now the small coffin is cradled in my arms destined for fiery and complete destruction I ponder consequences of the acts to follow as a question of fidelity comes to mind. I do not aspire to arrogant fame and fortune only seek to escape my own worldly bonds these some-day artifacts of this life past have been forever faithful to me. Now to my desk I return the small box carefully filled with priceless treasure pens and pencils returned to their niche never to stray long from my hand. From this moment forth, I do profess this gift bestowed not to be squandered for anyone endowed with even a token of skill mortally wounds their soul if suppressed. (Edited and retitled from a previously submitted poem)
Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head Decaying in this silent chamber... Where I desperately cry for help Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker No one bothers to consider me Circulated by envious glory That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers As if i had no outlook to life... I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber Because I'm drenched in silence... haunted by the deafening atmosphere sensing a load of terrorized fear Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence Cautious of the hovering thoughts, transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter In this chamber of deceitfulness Someday...hopefully Someday... This silent chamber will shatter For now, I'll abide in this loathsome, silent chamber Until God, My Savior, will shatter this wretched place Into smithereens
Mister Right and Miss Right met at church the other day. However, they didn't recognize each other. And, too sadly, they didn't know what to say. They awkwardly looked shyly at each other, Then they went each their own lonely way. Fantasizing endlessly about Mister Right, Miss Right pined "What could he ever see in me?" Also dejectedly sulking about Miss Right, Mr. Right mused "How could she love someone like me?" Both thought there'd probably never be a Mister and Missus Right. Individually, they both came to the same conclusion: They both needed some drastic self-improvement. Mister Right studied management skills for a better vocation. At the same school, Miss Right learned to cook and gained cultural refinement. As their paths crossed, they'd get into better conversations. The moral is that it's more important to be Miss or Mister Right than to just find Mister or Miss right. Happily, Mister Right eventually lived up to his name And felt himself worthy of charming Miss Right. And happily, Miss Right also did and felt just the same, And she walked down the aisle to become Missus Right.
i can feel it dissipating from every clogged pore on my body never a timeframe more wasted has this dismal nothing taken all of what was left from these ashes i shall be rebuilt only to stare back at that reflection to see nothing more than what i feared my soulless vessel will be ceaseless there is nothing more grotesque more monotonous more beautiful than what you could never take what was never born shall never die. Joseph B. Garcia
Festered lament maddens me Why must the despair of my heart's desire Truly enlighten me? I rested among the sick and lame And found myself no different from the rest For a troubled mind holds endless poverty Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe For the bottles of balm are empty And medicinal hope grows angry I derived my madness from creativity Revealing the remains of my humanity 'Cool off, child', I heard a soft voice whisper But can't you see I live off the flame? It asks for no nickel or dime! But it seeks to destroy all the same The small voice returns at times And often my heart listens But we all listen And only believe in the inevitability of pain I speak of the majority Not of you For you are blessed and beyond disgrace You have a life—a beautiful face And most of all, you are rich With attributes I can only dream of You are rich with life and purpose Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand You lift me without touch or care Disposing me from your treasures Because though you meant no harm, You are rich with blessing And must remove all possible threats So my festered lament Remains an enlightenment I can say I am rich in poverty But you are forever rich In Mystery What hurts the most is knowing I may be wrong about you For you are so obscure in this mind And as empty as I am I wish to be filled In your richness But we all are filled to the brim in the end And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad There is nothing I wish to discard So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare That you are rich And always will be richer Than me—or he
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? I am broken as can be. My heart is torn. My tears stain these perfect floors. Why are singing with glee? Why do you not care about my every plea? I am trapped in your arms. I am the hopeless moth. How did you pick me? What is it that you see? A girl untouched by life? A flower blooming in the desert? I have said goodbye to my loving integrity. You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign. The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore. So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door. Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more. I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. But before I knew it, I'd knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead. When he finally put the fire extinguisher away… I got up and got some of the kids' apple tarts I had made. He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn't hungry and the pain would fade. Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades. And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide. At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell… But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell… I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell. He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs. I guess I wouldn't have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well. But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells… He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he's made of the right stuff. Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough. He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough. He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such. He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night. But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed. I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
Trust In Destiny Do your best then trust in destiny, It's the only valid thing that you can do. Cause there ain't no use in worrying, It's a fact I'm telling you. It wears you down and makes you sad, Or boils your blood and gets you mad No worry's not the proper thing to do. You found a lump or your children get ill Or you're out of dosh and cannot pay your bills, Or death has shadowed your poor life Or you think someone may steal your wife, Your kids are causing too much strife, It'll all work out when the time is rife It will work out I'm telling you. So throw them, Ditch the bloody lot, And look right now at what you have got, For worry causes love to die and rot It does, it does I'm telling you. So watch the Sun come up every day, In nature everything's is just okay. The Earth keeps turning steadily, And the birds still sing in ecstasy, And deep within your soul you're free, And it all depends on destiny No matter what you try to do.
Anguish upon the soul Tormented with the bile Of lies it has acquired By the fear of ghouls. Yearning now to rip apart Thick layers of concepts That only left a sense of unworthiness Eating at the soul, breaking apart. But the will to survive Conquers the wish to give in And let it all be lost into nothing For deep down a diamond shines. Its sparkling quality Needing to be free to shine And amaze to great delight The universe, mirrored entity. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 08.05.10
Far away as we can be from one another As if separated by oceans and lands Contentment resides when no matter The distance, I believe in you to the end. Expectations can alter the view When a deed does not fit That will affect that precious bond That connects our souls, causing a shift. Your disbelief widens the gap And suddenly you see a distorted picture That tears your insides apart And your heart has been hurt. But when you remember your belief And you keep reaching out Because you can't let go, though you grieve Something unexpected is found out. As wounded you are, another is hurt too Your actions have caused grief To the one you thought had failed you Stricken by the pain of your unbelief. Far away as we can be from one another As if separated by oceans and lands Contentment resides when no matter The distance, we believe in each other to the end. Soon we will be close to one another again We will understand the gift we have received Our bond will reach a strength beyond gain Because our love overcame our unbelief. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 03.29.11
As the night sets in, it's as black as it's ever been. My soul is in ruin, and my heart is like a back pack carrying a load of sin. In the closet my skeletons scream, and constantly torment me. The rage in my blood stream causes me to blaspheme religiously! I am doomed because I'm so consumed by that very rage; Engulfs me like burning fire, wraps me like barbed wire that causes a rampage! The malice in my heart craves the blood from a helpless foe. I feel I'm being ripped apart like some dark work of Edgar Allen Poe! So many sins to atone for, and I get on my knees to repent. Again with my face on the floor, I pray I receive a love that's heaven sent. The evil is eating me alive from the inside out. I can't survive when I feel like I'm fighting a 12 round bout! My greed has come between me and my family. I just wanted to succeed, but I admit I did it selfishly! I seduced Lisa knowing she was married to another man, I just didn't care. As Lisa fell in love, I became her number one fan, and then I ended our love affair! My conscience wouldn't let me continue on the path of destruction. I think of the consequence of losing you and laugh because now I'm unable to function. I now see literally that it is better to lose an eye than your soul. As I write my sin and poetry, I cry knowing my heart is as black as coal! My new form written strictly for Constance's contest "Create your own form maybe" ? is called Stanlets because it consists of couplets and stanzas that rhyme and is a dark subject. Jimmy Anderson
Here they go again. anything to win, indulging in shameless self-promotion. layin' it on thick, makin' sure it sticks, slappin' it on like lotion. "click my stuff, and I'll click yours too. wanna feel like the best even though it ain't true?" back n' forth complements are so self defeating. inflating other's heads for praise is a blatant way of cheating. "do unto others" but don't lie, to boost their ego. misleading them to raise their hopes should clearly be illegal. no need to read a word of their work while scratching their backs bare. skimmin' skippin' scannin'… all's fair in tactical warfare. poets thought to be adored while chewin' truth's gristle. before you swallow, broke a tooth that hurt like a damn lit missile. feeding on lines with hidden agendas is worse than bein' ignored. cuz' when you find copy n' pasted comments, your hopes are sadly floored. how about reading and endorsing work you actually enjoy, instead of feedin' folks a line of crap laced with praise and "atta-boys!"
It was a sultry summer day, The air lay thick and still. The leaves hung flaccid on the trees, As if slumbering in a deep sleep. No birds were to be heard For they were hiding from the heat. The awful quiet was deafening, And the utter stillness unrelieved. She pondered about her life As she stood silent in the field. Oh, there is nothing new, she thought, There is nothing but an interminable ennui. Immense clouds hung still above her Like enchanted continents in the sky. Yet she missed each single one of them, Her eyes might've well been shut. There was just emptiness, she thought, And a tedious town, and a hollow life. Her mind was made up about that place, She was right, she thought, and she would never budge. She hardly noticed it at first, For she was pondering her woes and fears. It first tickled her earlobe, Then it softly blew into her ear. Likely a vexing fly, she thought, As she swayed her hand next to her head. But then it fondly stroke her neck, And slowly crept beneath her dress. It tenderly caressed her legs With the subtle touch of a satin sheet. She scarcely felt it, and then dismissed it, And returned to tallying her hardships. But it had come for her, from so far away, To be so readily refused. It had rushed across valleys, ascended great mountains, As only a fervent lover would. Rejected yet not dismayed, It refused to be dismissed. You are my great love, it breathed, and I am yours, And enwrapped her whole body with bliss. Seized from her cares, and in extreme delight She swung her arms open wide. And as she did, the aged world, Now a little new, appeared before her eyes. But the merciful breeze had moved on. It continued on its broad track. The lover, foreteller of change, And defeater of heat and murk.
The night is over A place where one cannot see Where they go, rising inner fear Feeling insecure Not knowing what lures In hiding places, not sure What the shadows are Yet when there's a day There's also a night to cross Without faith, fear can't be tossed Faith in the new day Where all comes to light The night then becomes a time To prepare to meet the rise Of the sun and thrive To pursue the dreams That often waltz in at night The visions that lift our eyes To the giant sky Or warn us to lies So that we can keep the path That leaves no sad aftermath Contentment, the price. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 05.22.10
who can tell a person is wrong or right? day-to-day each one is a hired soldier.. fighting in their own battlefield.. not to kill a criminal or a terrorist.. rather a person striving for better life.. who can definitely say one's reason for living? allow me to say that each one is struggling so.. one reason maybe is to earn a living.. one reason maybe is to gain power.. or this maybe one reason to share God's love... who can tell hundred percent that such person can do harm? isn't it, only by giving into chances that you can know one person..? isn't it, through God's eyes we are all equal despite who we are here on earth..? isn't it , through genuine acceptance that divisions and differences are broken? isn't it reaching out is fine but alright? sad to say that persons judge without knowing.. sad to say persons can conclude without even investigating.. sad to say, persons who are educated will look at others just by their race.. sad to say, persons outcast and demeans another person because of looks.. hired soldiers we maybe everyday.. true to say, we must on guard to others.. we must be vigilant to stay protected.. we must use all resources in us to keep living.. however, must we be hired soldiers to condemn and persecute innocence? by: olive_eloi 19/10/2013 2:12pm
I am empty; nothing have I now to say. The stream of my soul from where sentiment once flowed; now runs dry. An unexplained drought of words I know not why. I am in desperate need of showers of inspiration and illumination. A thousand words I would pray; for this drought to end and once again take up my pen. Alas, my pen no longer speaks, but in silence now offends. Writer's ink disappears upon a white bleached page; the quill has nothing to lend. It is as though a fire shut up in my bones; a burning heat within. My heart aches for a single drop of brilliance as I seek for something to say, and earnestly pray for inspirational rain. For streams of refreshing I long, OH, that the heavens would open and return my poetic song.
Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolong the torment of all men. Hope is the feathers the perches in the soul ans sings the song that never stops at all. Yet out of Darkness hope remains, it is a fickle thing that touches the souls of all men good and evil alike. Hope touches us all from kings and queens, from peasants to presidents to the common man so are we not all the same.
I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky "It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…"
Though I walk through valleys And yet I do fear although I should not when the silence is Beating down inside my head When scorn turns to shame Turns to tears...that wash away Something I cannot clean When questions receive no answers And time breeds nothing but Unrelenting pain And so I walk in fields Where my father's hands have plowed Searching without knowing To follow a voice I cannot hear And yet I know there is A voice somewhere inside out There is someone else there I know and yet I can't When lovely pain turns to gold Turns to alabaster sunshine Something I cannot see When answers are elusive And unexpected overcoming Like the spring and the rain And so I walk in fields Written in the lines of someone's hand Searching without knowing Yet slowly drawing near
Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night **Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**
The quiet, at the beginning Is suddenly disrupted by a rush Of light and sound Chaos and confusion Drive and dominion takes course Lack of experience and insight the source Accelerating away from the initial calm of what once was The quiet in the midst Is burdened by the distraction and discord By need and necessity Other wills and other ways Light and sound now complicate Deeds and desires resonate Increasing the distance and diminishing the importance of what once was The quiet before the end Now lost from time, tide and total disregard Dark and delusional Where all that remains removed Is coloured and consumed Life and longing to the acknowledgement of what once was The quiet in the beyond Returns
Just breathe in the clarity Clarity of the whole Whole or negativity Negativity eating your soul Head for tomorrow Tomorrow always waits Waits for enlightenment Enlightenment heals mistakes You are where you've put yourself Your "SELF" now reminds you of shame Shame brought on by acting out thoughts Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain Give yourself an apology An Apology you deserve to have Have some faith in your timing Timing bleeds wisdom in man Bless your self and live righteous Righteous spirits rise above Above all if you are kind Kind souls conquer hate with love Poetry brings torment to a halt Halt all your never-ending thoughts Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding Hiding light inside divine spots So please write down your own deep thoughts Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap Trap your life up in your cell all alone Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~ please don't be offended by the last line~ I felt it was necessary to get my point across~
It's the third verse, I got the urge to purge All the curt words I've splurged, I've submerged in sin, I'll go to church repent, Then go curse again, Lets reverse this trend We nurse tolerance, When it might offend, If I white wash my fence, So try to not get tense, When I do not defend, Those who chose to be dense And not use their two cents, To show kids the reverence, For the pledge of allegiance.
Can you feel? Can you feel the tremor? That rocks your world That shakes the cage Like a beast trapped outside A beast raging against the bars It lifts, it throws, it rages Can you feel it? And in the aftermath, You can hear the cooing, cajoling Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars And they croon and cluck like fretting hens Petting your bars and calling for you to reach out and take these strings Tie them where they cannot reach Deep within, where no one else goes And let these good people in, They preen and you shake your head Seeing the gleam in their eyes Oh so like the ape's Cooing, cajoling... cawing And oh, how you can feel it... But I'm here so hold on I'll sit by your bars, I'll sit by the door right beneath that lock that turns from within And I won't rage, or set the siren's call upon you I'll sit by your bars, and keep you company My friend; But Cold bars let through a breeze friend... Your sharp breath is not secreted away And with every breath you take Your lungs are profaned And you cannot hide Behind bars You cannot hide From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes My eyes that see too clear And you cannot hide from what I see What you can feel Pressing in, from us all So just let us in My friend, Let us in, for we will not be kept out Life does not surrender, life does not hold back Life seeps through Every crack, And be sure, there are cracks everywhere Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through, And you feel it don't you? That which you see deep in my eyes You feel it That feeling so clearly reflected When I look into your soul That fear alive in my eyes That rages within you, But don't fear a battle you have lost Do not fear the day you must face the world The world, friend, has never Turned its face from you And the rest of us: Well we are not so brave We are not iron bars moulded to flesh That fear you see is real And it is ours all But we cannot hide From what burns within And I will not die Hiding from life And I will not cower when I tremble inside I will not rest in a cage when I am tired And I, friend, I am so tired Of living between bars.
rest, black, velvet wings. . . your flight was long and turbulent your heart is raging in blue fires of hell quench your spirit, oh lost one and whiff the fragrance that I now offer broken heaviness threatens to tear you release it all and weep, sweet angel you have watched for oh so long, dear one it is time that you won the world itself rages war over another your cry is muffled in the sorrows and screams of other atrocities and sinful endeavors the pain screams to devour your purity your vigilance has become as a dry sponge absorbing all moist negativity all tears of forlorn gravity and angst don't fall fearing you lack humility you are the very strongest of all willing to face the trials they suffer rest along the begloomed clouds let your delicate chin sink into the cushions I will keep watch as you rest, beautiful guardian my eyes are blackened with the darkness of humanity but they know all is not lost we are among a dying earth an earth with so much potential still can be saved do not fear you will see the end before a beginning is established! do not fear darkness after the light! prevailing still is the desire to stay alive the power of will will be enough for sustainability the power of self-sacrifice and self-awareness will save the creation seek the future at hand, beautiful guardian rest in thought and body, knowing all will be okay everything will be okay and now, beautiful guardian, it is time to rest
Back to the roots ever weaving Hands to elbows sweat streaming Back to the roots whence the seed began Deluded to think that along the path you ran The roots had not snaked behind your every stride And tangled your feet to fall hands first into your erstwhile guide Back to the roots where it sprouted out And take grasp of the past and heave with a shout How your roots have brought you back matters no more For you have fallen back into knots that have tripped you before So take grasp of the roots and yield to your past Knees bent untying the knots of fate's cast.
This is the story Of the silent killer It makes you feel Like a pointless knife A fruitless flower Or a wingless bee It forces the tears From your eyes As you cry It becomes a way of life There's that blade That you want to hold You want to cut and Make a wound The pain is sweet And as you bleed You internally scream And shout For another way out And think about your brain It's tired of all the pills Tired of all the pain And sickness you blame Yourself for it But it's just a disease And you wouldn't believe Anyone that told you that You'll be okay
SOUL MATE I came in the name of He who gave you breath. As certain as the emptiness of time, as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death, I came to stay. No holy water, no exorcist's demand, can quench your thirst; your need for all I am. I fill your head with things not meant to understand, I came to stay. I breath your name, tormented you may seem, and sleepless is your night, I fill your time. I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream, I came to stay. I came in the name of He who gives you death. I am the calm and blinding of the light. Forever part of you, I am your very breath. I came to stay. ...........© Ron Wilson
On the Lonely Hill Many come, often so sad Side by side, still alone.
A smudge on the mirror Thats all I can see I cant see the eyes staring back at me My vision is blurred My sight unclear Why cant I see when I am so near To the person on the other side Still I cant see the tears she's cried Before me the image is a lie For it can only show the outside Not the truth that's held inside Behind the eyes that I cannot see For the smudge is keeping it hidden from me
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!" I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it." Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it." It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton
I, alone, Have felt this pain That you have been hiding from me... Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness I, alone, Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address I, alone, Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems Bringing me down...dragging me down In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams WHY do the sun not shine on me? I, alone, Can't bear my affliction ...all alone... This solitude will always hover around me... The reason is still unknown My mind is blown... I'm surprised how much I've grown I, daily, Wish and pray for a brilliant future For you...Remember, friend of mine - To shine with confidence like the sun REMEMBER, friend of mine: You are never alone no matter what I, alone, Have experienced and felt your suffering... You and I Have to work together And help each other along the way - Are you willing to accept my offering?
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
We started off friends There was something more We knew better then to open that door Came so close just a breath away We knew if it was meant it would happen Just not that day And now you live so far away O the ways we used to play Makes me miss the good ol days But the good days are now not then We can hardly remember when You love her and I love him Will we ever commit that sin Taste each others salty skin Will the temptation ever win Back then was a trying time Both in your life and in mine Our paths seperated on a dime We kept on living knowing we would be fine Now questions come up and get me thinking Since we parted are we sinking If we met up now after years gone by Would we still tingle deep inside Could you then look me in the eyes Even though she is to be your bride Will there be feelings we must deny Cause I too am with another guy I cant help but wonder why So many things in life can make you cry All I can do is look to the sky And ask my questions till the day I die
BLOOD OF GERONIMO Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer child of your Bedonkohe blood and line. I raise my hands to recognize you there and plea you recognize this heart of mine. I know you welcome all into your light And let my way, as through this death I go, Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right As certain as blood of Geronimo. Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past? And does this not bring us our only choice To bide amongst the tribe from out our past? To gather in your light, and raise one voice Of this, our song, our voices unified And handed down through time, where we have cried. ...............© Ron Wilson Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?
to one who was never born I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters; put you to sleep with humming lullaby. I cannot, for you have never been born. Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you, coiling, illusory and innocent. Just any womb carrying a girl. You seem iridescent midst mother's warmth; it means nothing to you, if you may never be born as my little sister whom I have not put to sleep with a song. © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
The Crusades Began a Holy War Which Continues to this Day. We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems, This shall Always be the Way. One Side Scores, the Others Die, Then the Cycle is Repeated. It never Stops, It's never Done; The Battles Grow More Heated! The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear, Is not Through Senseless Slaughter. I Appeal to All, "Please Quit the Fight!" Save our Sons and Daughters! To Find Our Way out of the Dark, We Need only Seek the Light. A Solution Lies within our Grasp: Forget who's Wrong or Right! This God or that, it Makes no Matter. This Truth I have Acquired: Be they Different, or the Same, The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
Somedays I wish I didnt Think what I think, These patterns of thought, Have me in the sink, Then bring me to the top, To put me back in my seat Somedays I wish I didnt Believe what I believe, So I could, Give into my passion to please, Dive into my sinful desires, and have control of my destiny Everyday, I come to realize at night With my eyes wide, That my flesh I dont have to Fight, Because Christ runs my life, And he takes the boulders off my shoulders, I am the gun and he is the holder, I am the clay and he is the molder, And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older
CHRISTMAS MASS Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth, and wonder at the bright and shining star, that leads to all the joy and peace on earth we all look for, and it is where you are. Yes I will light a candle in your name on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone, and say a prayer into the burning flame to thank you for the gift too few have known. You are my bright and shining star, you know, throughout my life, in everything I do, The gift of love is all I have,and so, I wrap my love in candlelight for you, Amen... © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
The grass like words in a poem, grew up on the hill, With the pulsing season birds` bitter and honey thrill; So green and yellow written in the sad memory: Words on painted crosses of wood and ivory; Blessed words on lips and clouds passing far away; Grass grew around the shinning words of yesterday; Grass and fluorescent flowers of our good night , And long echo of Narcissus calling the first light From whose tender drops the world caught life, And temptation of good got dim shadowy strife. Words like moon reflected on the time`s waters Brought the stratified Yorick`s smiles of our brothers; It seems a wet moon with broken troubled waters. We sag and summon back the past Job`s heirs`hearth To find the sealed mountain whose true faith is enough .
Revered Lady Justice Balance truth and fairness Restore to crime victims Tranquility, peace, calmness In all objectivity Reveal cloaked identity Omit fear or favor Moral rightness never waiver ~Camille Rose Castillo 2011
My distraught, the thought, has lost a battle unforgot. I take, I give, the very words I live. I've done, The sun, outrunning the only one. My actions are not my own, a story, I've stitched, I've sewn. I wait, I learn, my destiny turning to fate, I cannot see in my current state. The pain is neigh, a calder or a bite, my fatigue outweighs my might. Crowned, sound, the darkness reaks no havok. And atop I take the stand. Demand, reprimand, the status of your rendzevous. The story's conclusion, I cannot seem... to find the tragic end to...
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
It's dark. It's tense. It's something everyone fears. This thing is sadness. But there is one thing that can make defeat this evil thing. It brings joy. It brightens your face. It's something everyone loves. This is happiness. Everyone should have it. Everyone does have it. You just have to find it.
Frightened F ear is pulling at his mind R eeling rolling trying to find I s there nothing in this life? G oing to blow away his strife!! H e knows what he must try to do T he answer, soft, and sweet and true E nter beyond what mind can see N ow absorbed in endlessly E nding all the strife and fear D aily asking 'Am I here? 9 September 2013hrs.
I want to drown my urge to die I want to kill my pulse inside I can't breathe, I'm paranoid Everything in life I avoid Don't speak to me, I'll look away Inside my eyes is just decay I'm already dead, but have yet to die Why do I keep my body alive My soul is dead, eyes are lies So is the smile I hide behind Pull the plug, I'm a fake In a nightmare and I cannot wake Drown me! I'm flooded in pain Please help me regain Some peace, some rest I want to die to live again Set me free Slitting my wrists isn't working The more stares I get The more I become numb I just need to be gone Eliminate my pain, I'm already out of breath Suffocating on my hopelessness Every day I am alive But I'm craving to die inside Curved smile because your so naive You think I'm happy Yet I'm being crushed My head is overflowing With these thoughts that are too much One word, suicide Sparks a light inside of my eyes I don't want to pretend to live Let me go, flood me in sin There is where I want to swim Six feet under the ground Don't be selfish And keep me in pain To tourture my lifeless body again Let my body float soundly Rushing water, ocean salt I promise I won't feel it at all. End it, hold me under Then bury me so I can slumber Goodbye lifeless eyes As I'm dying I'll be coming alive Haunting images Deleted from my mind Laughing As I leave this world behind Water Floods my lungs Death Leans in for a kiss Together we sink into insanity And drown in infinitys abyss.
After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again I'll See your face again I swear it No matter how far away they take you from me Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid Death is a Dream The Cross Will Be lighter Whisper the words so sacred, so somber After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone What Happened here must be true I must live this life without you Breaking the Silence She began to Weep The Epitaph ceasing to know We all must Return To Dust After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock Of argentine fears swallow the last soul Goodnight black rose of eternity Goodnight dearest gothic phantom Tonight The Earth consumes me **Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**
a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life? you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.
With the weight of the world on our shoulders we walk, heads held high they don't really understand the extreme power in which we posses we live life under Their radar all the while, holding them up but no thanks come to us just sneers and stereotypes we are Not the casualties of society just because we tread on the lines of what they consider "appropriate" yet that is how they treat us because they are Afraid but I tell you keep your heads held High scoff right back at them because you know how it will end soon enough we will rise to rule our own world Our Own Way We are the Youth We are the Future and they'll have to just suck it up and deal when they see how much we are going to Change
Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip
A lucky guy, they say i'm a lucky guy. But don't give it all over, to a four leaf clover. I also hear the moon cry, trying to get me out at night. and luck is just a lie. I wasn't born better. I wasn't born better. I wasn't always covered, I built this shelter. I'm no lucky man, I do all I can even when I can't. I still live in between my wrongs, But I release them and won't hold on. I keep around my neck a sign, that says I'll stay open for life. I wasn't born better. I wasn't born better. I wasn't always covered, I built this shelter.
My eyes Witness your departure My eyes Are dripping with hopelessness… My eyes start to blur… Melancholy put me under pressure… Is there a cure to my disease? You don't see The shards of hope that once brought us back together Just let me search for safety I'm strong enough to realize that I'm no longer The weakest prey out there… And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks? I'm close to my demise…save me and take me home Nourish me…and be my beloved friend Will this friendship last forever? Hopefully it has no end Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other? Because of you…I feel the need to run I keep an eye on you – I worry that you'll hurt yourself again Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone I don't wanna be caught off guard again Because of you…EYE can't picture a solution for our vexing dilemma Because of you…eye can't focus on my long-term goal And I'm left in my solitude… Do you sense that I'm giving in to failure? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…I can't endure The hardships that you place upon me… Could you boost up my confidence to overcome My atrocious anxiety? I'm just waiting for some sun To keep me in good hands… To strengthen me with perseverance … I'm just waiting until His son Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us… His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – Vibrant with glee Your undying sympathy dawns upon us I'm overflowing with indescribable joy You're a candle in the night… We meet eye to eye… What a sight…what a precious sight
Sitting on a tranquil mountain top as I do from time to time looking down at the view before me listening to the calming silence to heal my battered soul and clear my troubled mind. I look down to the bottom to remind me of how far I have come and where I used to be The mountain only exists in my imagination but I go there when I need when live's battles get too much It heals and restores me once more like before free from stress and anxiety. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day. Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play. What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed. They can't fly and still they strut… know they no shame! One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish… When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink. Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way. The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay. Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist. They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist. The orca didn't care which meal he had as long as there was one… He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn't won. At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool. They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule. Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish. Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he'd been remiss. Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It's not a choice they've made. But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.
You and I. You. Your heart blazed, with a warmth of spirit, soothing, alluring, soaked in truth. Your smile burned, branding me permanently, gentle, tender, enveloping my being. Your love was complete, from the depths of your soul, unsaid, yet fierce, bathed in silent knowing. Your dreams were poetic, fluttering in the afternoon breeze, infused with the distilled essence of rhyme. I. I squandered your generosity of spirit. I vainly discarded your priceless poems. Now I stand, alone, empty, desolate, wasting away, rotting inside, day by day.
I stand here alone, in a room all in black, Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack; I don't get to speak, here at the end, Persecuted by all, enemy and friend; They speak of the deeds now tied to my name, And all I can do is shudder in shame; I'm here at the trial at the end of my life, And each testimony cuts like a knife; I can't even explain, my deeds say it all, I await my judgment and try to stand tall; I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime, And didn't do productive things with my time; Six feet below my body is entombed, And I know deep down my fate is now doomed, And all I can do I is silently pray, That God grants me mercy on this solemn day; The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands, All I can do is hope He understands; "Cleared of all charges" the verdict now reads, My soul once damned is now to be freed; He granted forgiveness for all of my sins, Allowing my soul to begin again.
A day or work A day of chore A day of want A day of bore The day I ran This day I can The sky then clear to light so dear Routine broken (with) Every word spoken Then the light faded then I went jaded then around friends gossip was elated That day has ended All actions are suspended No method of contact No method to act No way to find the light The light has lost my sight (I have been disconnected)
No wish to speak I'd rather hear what you think and feel. Yet I must reveal something of my own before you feel free to share your song. ...Then the flood gate opens ...And I can only listen The pain you've kept hidden could no longer be contained as you tried giving me a hand, to soothe my own, you let rain your own... Now we understand Now we become as one As if we belong to the same family ... and we are ... ... we all are... No longer Lone Hearts. © CarolineCecile - 07.22.12
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
Even then though—you ask how! How can she not return the hatred! But we humans cannot think so beyond To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses That we only know from a single mind's imagination Like space she is enigma And she will wander there without any question Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire Watching with melodious eyes Some see darkness and some see light And none are ever affected by the garish dark Or even the furious bright Only Time can tell What the multiple futures hold But she is patient and silent Speaking for all of our burning minds Anger often burns our sides For we do not want her silent comfort Her hints seer us and overbear us Were it be truth we would see it as deceit Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw We want everything now And for that we suffer And she is confused by our abhorrence But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent And she cuts no slack She will give none back But in forwardness she is abundantly generous Feeding us futures of hope Her thanksgiving is art to those at death's door Those that make it in the uncertainty of night's long abode Some think her cruel to have them live on But she had no choice in the matter She is merely a vigilante And in that vision—a humble giver Time sees the rulers of this world And smiles as she sees them go May you not think her cruel to smile To think that she thinks us inferior For it isn't so! Time is on our side But we are ever against her Ever against her 8/5/13 (note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)
YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS I'll be the wind that blows your hair all of your days I will be there in summer breezes, winter's freeze I'll be the wind through all your trees. I'll be the raindrops on your face each drop that falls a warm embrace I'll be each sunset there will be and every star will shine of me. I'll be your time that comes and goes your morning toast and cheerios I'll be in all your candle flames and I'll be there at football games. I'll be the wind that blows your hair both here and there and everywhere if I must leave to be with you then leave I must and leave I do.
While through troubled times when hard it is to even find what at the horizon lies feeling completely blind take stormy clouds in mind whip them out of sight with the wind of His breath might imagine the clearing of the skies revealing to your eyesight the colors coming to life expressing a love that never dies such majesty within your mind connecting you to the divine. By CarolineCecile copyright July 2011.
Twos, threes, and one-eyed jacks, And jokers thrown in too, These were the wild cards in our poker game, May seem a lot to you.... But four of a kind to open, Somewhat evens up the score, And this was a time of fun, And we did much, much more This was our "Military Club" An idea I did cook up, To give reason to live, For old men lost to desperate time Who's life otherwise passed by them Turned out an idea sublime All got ranks in our club, My uncles were Majors, you see My father I made the Colonel And poor old lowly me... A mere Lieutenant To drive the staff car around This became so important to them My idea had been more than sound We loved our pool halls Like most women love a shoe store, And took turns at each others houses, And what's even more After pool we'd have some beers In one of our watering holes, And after poker later A good meal would enrich our souls Ah, to go one more time Out with them, Alas most are gone And all I have is memories To help me carry on.
Fired Up Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound. My computer means so much to me. It's my touch to the outside world. Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything. Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse. Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong. Shield after shield fell from my knights' grip… But thank God… he never, ever gave up. Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought. Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed. His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand. He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen. But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life. Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side… The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time, then a miraculous silence remained… My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried. This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride. But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby. Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life…
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
Oh old mobile phone Thanks for fixing my toilet Now scared to touch you
[Verse 1] My blood is ice inside your veins Crawling underneath my skin The price we pay to earn that name The battle that we never win Falling faster far below Further into darkest depths The kiss of death that you bestow The poison that is on your…lips [Chorus] Sweet seduction Drug addiction Words that only he can mend Sweet seduction My affliction Rise to only meet the end [Verse 2-change] Your thoughts they plant a grave in me Like missiles shooting through the skies The pain you watch but never see Crystals falling from my eyes Your words they feel like razor blades Your touch like acid on the skin Your love this agonizing pain The battle that I'll never…win [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Swallowed up by Sounds of screaming Asking questions Without meaning Fall away… FADE AWAY!!!! [Chorus] Sweet seduction Drug addiction Words that only he can mend Your destruction My affliction Rise to only meet the end The end…
My Time Age proves to me that time is a passing breeze Fleeting glimpses of my life and the lives of others Boil up and over in my mind's eyes, late at night Frantic flashes of feelings and emotions in my head Years fly by in the bat of an eye… each day we must seize Capturing memories to cherish hold and adore… Our own mothers Knowing in our heart and mind just how to make it right Steady knowledge of family and loved ones, as we lay our heads to bed rlm '06
I strolled through my old stomping grounds saw a childhood friend gave him a hug and a pound over two beers we sat down dam its been so long since we crossed paths flashbacks they brought both tears and laughs we poured beer on the grass for our peers that passed that's the way we show sorrow teardrops from a bottle it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday but ironically for some its even worse to face tomorrow when it's filled with hopelessness and dreams deferred at times the line between good and bad became blurred life moves in cycles I observe this truth watching these young cats re-enact scenes from my youth as the clash with the system and dare the world to dis them until they go to prison or become homicide victims i borrow some ears trying to insert something healthy but I recognize that look. its the same one I use to give the ones that tried to tell me I just wouldn't listen now he's given me that same resistance its a shame that ignorance makes us flee from knowledge wont accept WhATS harmless content when we're acting moronic or spewing garbage isn't it ironic we crave money to save us in actuality its the very thing that enslaves us its like the streets are the new plantation a generation lost produces lost generations with lack of love and over abundance of anger causes agents of death to leap from barrels once released from chambers has the worl gone crazy mother in the church screaming thats my baby lord take me makes we wanna holler,kick or yell or something cause they don't understand I'm simply trying to tell them something
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed but now as disciples of Christ we fight for honor, a cause or a need no longer do we fight using profanity, knives, fists or guns we now fight with weapons that are spiritual ones we no longer look for excuses not to get involved with a cause we no longer allow the hopeless opinions of others to make us stop and pause if you can't help just don't hinder and don't hurt those who are ready to fight get out of the way and allow God's people to do what is good and right when those of us who share a common pain are more than willing to lend a hand that's when you encounter the haters who will try to impede your plans hate is that emotion that everyone has experienced at least once in life hate is a demonic spirit that does nothing but cause havoc and strife hate is within each of us but we all don't let it manifest for as true children of the most high God we know that we are blessed hate comes from that inner fear caused by not being in the know but you can't allow fear to turn into hate just let the God in you now show for fear can paralyze, it can traumatize, fear can make you become paranoid fear can make you ill, it can take away your will and make you null and void we know that as disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ everyday we are in the fight of our lives as the devil will try to intercede and give you a short term loss of memory so make sure you pray everyday to be reminded of the God who gave life to thee for God can take that hate and turn it into kindness God can take that fear and render it spineless God gave you the power to fight for what you believe God gave you the ability to fight for what you can achieve so are you ready to fight in order to be set free? are you ready to fight for a cause and your family? Nehemiah and his men attempted to rebuild those torn down walls when the haters came around hoping they would stumble and fall but the Spirit revealed to them what the haters had planned so Nehemiah and his men were ready and prepared to take their stand they were ready to fight to protect and defend those walls they were ready to fight so that their work would not be stalled ready to fight, ready to fight for righteous cause no time to ponder, nor procrastinate and no time to stop and pause
COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS ( Monsieur L'vampyre) There's never been another dark on earth quite like the dark of Paris under snow, where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth, and no demands are made, when time to go. Where lovers slip into the hiding night, oblivious to cold or freezing rain, anticipating love, that surely might warm up their lives for just a night, again. And love's a little warmer, from the cold; it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat; and warms the lives of both the young and old, who find their love with-in their body heat. Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear, without it cold is something they would fear. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Most leaders are barking dog Only few are good, seem loyal Viewing sights are weak almost Position made alike, no fault. Eyes see wealth and wealthy Poor are likely barb to them Bid of dealing conducts with Same level people or powerful Poverty and suffering for them No caring and major matter No meaning of falling tears Less earning in all day working No hope of ventilating good life Own future is futile for oneself. Dead hope, locked door all trouble Intolerable piercing moments Unbelievable and unexpected hegemony Padlocked the whole ruling system Politics produces into the candidate Pretending like dead, dumb and deaf In the time of entering into the doorsteps Spreading oath, sweetly and politely We are here for all and everybody Truth and trusty statements of liars.
THE UNHOLY DEAD He would take her to heaven if she chose to go but her world's just a place for the dead, if she had a solution he wanted to know, in a while it would be in his head. All her world is a place for the unholy dead she might answer his question two times, in a while he might see, but will lose it instead holding out for an answer that rhymes. she might answer his question, and answer it twice, "yes I love you but don't want to go," so he holds out much longer because of the price of the things that he never should know. "Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave," she has told him, but didn't explain, "Love is something you never should know nor believe, unless you are a sweet summer rain." Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows, he can't see how she loves him so much, like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes to the heaven he wants her to touch. He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind, nor that they are in heaven--but how? And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find they're together in heaven right now. How they got to heaven, she said time and again, "I have loved you much longer than me," and together in heaven, they see how love's been for as long as a true love can be. She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain and before she was ever a child, for as long as a true love that's hard to explain, from where-ever a true love is filed. And before she was young, in her place of the dead, they were younger than love ever knows, and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head, they've gone into where-ever love goes. © ron wilson
"There must be some kinda way to find out here" Said the seeker to the stealer "There's too much confusion I'm struggling to be the reveal" "Conglomerate men, they drink my wine Politicians dig my earth None will level on the line Because none of them are worth it" hey "There is reason to get excited" The seeker, he kindly spoke "There are many here among us Who feel our governments a joke" "Now you and I, we've lived through this And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late", hey Hey All along the watchtower Liars kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance The C.I.A. did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey All along the watchtower All along the watchtower All along the watchtower on that tragic September day We need some investigation, for someones has to pay Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day We need some investigation, for someone has to pay All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes All along the watchtower All along the watchtower James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . . 'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not. To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you. All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
Teardrops of sorrow, stream down her face. As she thinks of tomorrow, and feels out of place. Lies and infidelity, clouding her thoughts. She knows they were weaknesses, she could have fought. As the one that she loved, slips slowly away. She lies to herself, saying she'll be okay. Living her life, cold day after day. She'll one day break down, and quietly pray. "Help me dear father, in heaven above. Help me be strong, and teach me to love. " "Show me my worth, and my light that's inside. Give me my courage, and rebuild my pride. " A hollow dark hole, sits in place of her heart. Cause her values and morals, have all fall'n apart. What once was a sweet, and innocent girl. Is now lost and lonely, consumed by this world. She'd sacrifice anything, just to fit in. Sacrifice everything, and give in to sin. Loved ones may forgive her, but they'll never forget. She's strayed far from her path, but they won't give up yet. Holding her hand, they'll help her get through. But it won't change the fact, that she was untrue. She damaged the heart, of a very good man. Did things that he, just can't understand. Now I have no doubt, she loved him to death. But love's just a word, mumbled under our breath. For actions have always, spoke louder than words. And hate is the sound, most commonly heard. If you don't like the feelings, expressed in these lines. Then cover your ears, and cover your eyes. For a bitter cold boy, wrote down this letter. But he wrote it to say, that he's doing better. Lying awake, in the mid of the night. He smiles and says, "I'm doing alright. " Floating away, on an ocean of memories. He piles up the sand, to block off his enemies. Moving along, he hopes she's okay. But he won't let the thoughts of her, get in his way. Lying awake, likely miles apart. They each fall asleep, with a hand on their heart. For life is a Story, often painful to tell. But sleep sweet tonight, for they're both doing well.
~"Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not." - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3 Juliet's Plea Dost thou deem, heav'n only rises with the corpse upon the last sweet breathe of virgin light as face dost pale to pearl and roses leave my lips tonight Romeo, my living eyes knew naught your purpose. In sooth, I thought thee dead on that black night and so, no other earthly joy could stay my heart but heav'ns had we all, before this sorry plight pray pardon love, I would nay have thee depart. Abide, abide my love, my Romeo, alas... by your leave, I hold St. Peter's gate op' for thee And verily, I wait for time is naught in death and thee, my love, my Lord, are all to me. *Their love and their deaths were a scandel.
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As the world turns, with fury my passion burns. I gave it to them raw, but they've yet to learn. Who can speak to you the words I spoke - The rhymes I quote, or the lines I wrote? I'm separate. There are different strokes. They poke. I stroke. Best believe, soon I will make them all believe. I shall leave them all shocked and appalled. And watch each drop their jaws in awe of me! I shall now roll up my sleeve… In the event of my ascension, I shall now rise And behold from on high my foes demise. This is the separation.
It seems the longer I wait on this dry shore the farther you get as I watch you sail away from my place on this dry shore; the winds pick up and your sails unfurl and with every breath I lose watching you drift away a gust of wind sends you with blessings of wasted breaths; and I see you still distant as you are going to that place I dreamt for you, a place that grows farther still as I dream for you grander things and grander places that you will visit; And on currents that seem to flow to the beating in my chest you sail farther still and with every dream I breathe you sail farther yet and you're so far away now from where I am on this dry shore; and I wonder if things would have been different had I not sent you away and kept you here on this shore where I can still see you no matter how far you sail from this shore that you have never left and I have never left.
Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder '' The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure. I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes. As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid. Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention. Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way. I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make. Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake. Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect. Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA Date: 26-10-11
Completely at ease Calm, tranquil, serene Bronze skin sunbathing Cool breeze Enveloped in earth's beauty witnessing creation; Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection, original earth original plan of action Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction The old world is no more We've come fully human heart and mind restored No longer noting the difference between the old world and the new Completely erased Renewed But in the meantime, I moan for freedom from strong holds like sickness and death and oppression I moan for freedom for the disabled the mentally challenged, the persecuted and their transgressions Freedom from racism, injustice ignorance, violence and depressions I moan to end war, rape, incest exploitation, thievery and anxiety That was not the original plan But the earth will be restored and be as beautiful as it began
It was a voice in my head A whisper in my ear A sound I've come to dread A thing I've come to fear It was the look in its eyes On a face whiter than snow Seeing through all my lies Uncovering that I do not show It was the power in its stare Showing what I don't want to see Saying your time is near And you can neither hide nor flee It was the words it said Creeping into me in a whisper Telling me that she is dead Telling me I know I'll miss her It was what it forced me to see Things I've hidden away with denial Things I said I'd never be For which I'll surely stand on trial It is what I will become A thrall of the shadow Death's own son Libera nos a malo!!! It is what I feel Black bleak sadness Pain I wish wasn't real Driving me to the brink of madness It is what I stand for My prerogative The urge to always be more My reason to live
Be Here Now. Now I've known fear my whole damned life And I've seen worry, and I've seen strife. 'Been afraid of living and afraid of dying 'Been reading lots and I've been lying. Acting like I know the story; The fall to Hell, and the rise to glory. But now I know, that I know naught And I know that Truth, it can't be taught. But sometimes I do come upon Some wise man who may sing his song In such a way, I see the truth. I see it clear, don't need no proof. With eyes like oceans, mystic orbs! He'll look in me and I'm absorbed. And his words come out, so all in tune Just fingers pointing at the moon. These guys they speak of a mystic state. When I hear them, I don't hesitate To believe each word that comes through them As each they say the same again. "Be here now! my friends" they say "It's the only time there is" And the truth of this be in those eyes And their faces filled with bliss… 2003.
What is mind thought determination? It is the sophisticated thoughts of a individual wit self-taught mental sophistications. It is the chemical mind thought process brain inspirational enhanced created word creations. It is the one thought that keeps your hopes from being eliminated by your own weak minded self-doubt double eliminations. It is the the thought that can turn your own pains into pleasure of our own sensified sensations. It is the thought that can turn you into a leader of tis lost generation to inspire my reservation and maybe even in others parts of this nation to get your own redemptive vindication of those who took away your aspirations. THIS WORLD IS YOURS FOR THE TAKNG. Mind thought determination is for your embracing not to be forsaken, you are your own movie in the making, let not your hope in the mind be shaken. MIND THOUGHT POWER over all tis senseless hating, we got to stop all our senseless chasing, you are forever a leader in this free world racing. If you locked up it don't matter how much time that you facing. INCARCERATION IS JUST A MIND THOUGHT METAPHOR FOR SELF-INFLICTED IMPOSED LIMITATIONS. It is the thought to use what is against you and turn your hateration into inspiration. IMPRISONMENT or EMPOWERMENT the choice is yours REINCARNATION over REHABILITATION. My mind has but one destination of all mankinds fascinations .....and that is to finally use my MIND THOUGHT DETERMINATION.........
I kissed you goodbye, with a tear in my eye. Why I did cry,did you have to go and leave me all alone. I find it hard to cope knowing there is no hope left. I sit here on my own trying to make sense of things and what really is missing is the love I once had that has now left my heart crushed,broken and painfully sad. I wonder if you only ever find true love once or maybe twice maybe I'll take a chance and throw the dice once more to see if I find a love again, to ease all the painful emotions that bring much grief and I am aching for relief for my soul as it hurts too great to carry on in this dreadful and miserable state I am in. Will my heart ever heal and move on I hope that I will be able to live and be happy as being this sad makes me feel so bad. I just break down and cry till I have no emotions left in me I simply cannot break free but I really need to leave this in the past and get over the greving process and hope it goes fast as surely this pain I feel so deep and strong cannot last forever, otherwise I may never get my life back on track but I keep hoping to but it is something I seem to lack and it has sent me on a rollercoaster ride until my painful feelings subside, although at present I cannot hide how I feel as the pain is intense and agonizingly real that is so hard to deal with. I am crying out for help here as the love is slowly turning into fear that I may never get near to finding love again and that makes me feel sad, lonely and unloved I find no comfort in this at all I am going to try and take a stand and demand some love as I desperatley need love as that is what I thrive on without it I am simply nothing. I am now gaining a sense of peace as my heart has finally started to mend and heal and it is a release of my feelings and emotions they have drained away from within my heart, although scarred I am getting my life straightened out and I am now finding what True Love is all about.
before, i have been chasing the future... true, there is a must & need to prepare.. yet, who knows what tomorrow can bring.. Wisdom and A heart to decide, our gifts from God.. It lies within us... Within our own very selves.. How our life will be.. How our future will be.. It's wrong to lay it in all to God... It's wrong to say: He always there.. It's wrong to depend it all to Him.. why o why???? Cause it us who is living.. It is our duty as humans to go striving.. It is in us to not never give up.. Instead to pursue believing... Doing progressive productive actions.. not to sit and fool around... not to be lazy and to be as like parasites.. nor be like also gold - diggers... It is our cumulative deeds that will lead us.. It is by our most definite specific decisions... It is by our first step and the risks.. above all of these efforts and foregoing acts.. God will see; God will do His way.. He will touch whatever is in us... In His God's grace and time, He will make all fit... BY: olive_eloi sept. 14, 2013 12:23am
When gray, we are away From light that brightly shines As if around under a cloud We roam, spirit forlorn. Our thoughts turn inward And we dwell in a well Of self righteous indignation Which harrows down to our bone marrow And sap our energy trapped By an arraign of complain. The body stricken get sickened Little will drugs do to reconstruct For it had all begun without the sun And we chose to complain and blame Outside forces for the extinct of our torches. We must then choose not to loose Life is too precious to waste in recession When we are endowed with a soul That constantly strives for sunshine. We realize that we can choose to shine We realize that our precious eyes Were given to look outward to things of wonder Not to ourselves to seek to delve Upon the shelf of a museum, kept Tied to tinted glass like shackles. And while we sway in the gray So consumed with our costumes We did not see the sudden sunbeam That broke through to reach to the yoke Of our awesome fabric, connected to His To lead us all to a haven we call heaven. © March 2012
Just a day Is all I need Just a day and you will see Just a day Just a day I will be set free Just a week Thats what I ask Just a week and this will pass Just a week Just a week This will never last Just a month I will be strong Just a month Time will move on Just a month Just a month I will prove you wrong Just a year This will seem Just a year Out of a dream Just a year Just a year You will be Just an old memory
If I had been upon the Titanic, with only moments left to live. And if there was nothing left, for me to help with or to give. Then I would find a paper, a pencil, a bottle, and some wax. Then I would write a message, to cast adrift with everything else. And in those moments I would write something short and simple. I'd write… People life is short, you never know when it will end. And when my life is cut short, there'll still be time for you to live. Live it with your heart and soul forever in the front. Reach out with them, give, and live your life as it was meant. Then I would sign it … a lost soul…Titanic April 14, 1912. Then I would seal the bottle and hold it in my hand. Then I'd wait amidst the noise, tears, and pain. Until the water would eventually wash the bottle away. Contest: Impress Me, Motif: Spiritual, By Carol Eastman
I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed. I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now. Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate. And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name. I wouldn't relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me. Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve. Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn't a sin, So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in. Last Sunday I didn't go, and regrets have plagued me so… So here I am at church with my both my head and heart rightly bowed. Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave. Would I have less courage than to do the same? The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too. And I'm unable to work so the offering will have to do. Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much. But I will pay my portion as best as I can do. The amount isn't monumental and maybe won't be felt. But even small amounts help add to the Church's work. So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.
You do not know what I see I see you crying next to me I see your pain, I see your tears Through your laughs, and through the years Past your mask I see your face You are hiding in this place Trust in me, I won't let you fall You don't have to hide at all Open up what's in your heart That is the place I will start Open up your eyes and see All that's left is you and me In the end you'll see the light Come on, I don't want to fight Together we will make it through Come on. Now, It's me and you Now you can start to feel How much this love is true and real behind your eyes you keep your pain It's all locked up in your brain Come on. Now, just let it out It's okay to scream and shout I will help you through and through I will always be with you
If I could share my thoughts with you, you may wonder what I would say or do, but I will express my feelings and thoughts to you, the way I know best. It is my way of dealing with issues in life by expressing myself through verse as it releases the emotions either painful or joyful and it is very satisfying and brings relief to a stricken heart filled with grief. It helps me to cope when there seems no hope and helps me feel in control of my heart, mind and soul. I could write for days, sharing thoughts,feelings, fears, but all I wish to share is my gratitude for having such an amazing, positive attitude when I was low, you showed me the way to go. You held me high to stop the tears I cry, you touched me with tenderness when I need a human touch and my heart felt that very much. You showed me how to be happy when I was sad, you made me feel better when times were bad, you comforted me through dark days and was always there to show love and affection which really showed you cared beyond belief and this brought a special kind of relief to my soul when in my life I was full of pain and grief and you made my broken crushed heart whole.
I used to live, within a dream a small cog in the consumer machine materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam. Then I awakened a voice inside which promised to take me on a much greater ride I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried. A second chance, I'm born again alleviation of all of that pain I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain which opened the Pineal bit of brain. I felt alive, but I acted dead I took little notice of anything said, Now, I find my own truths instead spoken by a voice inside my own head. The transition was mightily fast 27years changed, after one night had passed I never knew I was only flying at half mast thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last! But truth's not heard if you walk with the herd can't fly freely, or soar like a bird if you believe, every single damn word. The message which now flows through me is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity. I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge I sipped from the fountain of knowledge and I drank it dry, I now feel really high why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye, Life's so much better, after you die!! A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Hear the laughing winds Mindless of all the gaming going on below, just wanting To see all dancing. Wiping away tears Erasing sad memories Sweeping away miseries With their melodies. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 07.16.11
You make me wonder, with much merry eagerness How can you craft such majestic, poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart? Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me How can you craft such words with poetic passion In meaningful words, typed with eagerness? You make me wonder
Dark skies... Burning souls... Acid rain... Raging storms... but still... I'm off to save the world.
Here comes that familiar breeze again Emptied of hope, it always returns to refill Some other abandoned soul A soul that delves deep into my own, Drifting in an almost shameful stance Festered ignorance, time, and thought Resting under the wing of frightened hope It is cool, like any ordinary breeze It pleases all that feel it, save I For I know it longs to take all that I have In one…single… swoosh You overlooked demon! Why are you so gentle? Why must you manifest in sorrow and woe? Sleeping in the convent of my soul As others praise you and thank you You take me under tow Forever more, lost in this sicklied growth With a silent tune of rests within notes I remain where the breath is taken I remain your host The breeze grows painstakingly warm Filling all with passions unfolding Each soul finds its home Leaving me alone with a soul untold Always awake and crawling… and screaming Bold, all-knowing and thoughtless Wingless, tainted…filled with dread It is warm and hated by all that behold it And I grasp it, and hate it, and LOVE IT For it takes nothing and gives me all In multitudinous shrouds Beloved angel—why do you burn me so… Leading me into your sick embraces As others curse to your face You forever release in me A despairing freedom that I know longer wish for The melody caught—no room to breathe Harmony caked with ignorance does seethe For all no longer see… I was always the caller
You can hear here: http://www.muziboo.com/mdegenhardt/music/looking-for-tomorrow/ I can't believe...that it's all gone Some people I know, they've wandered on Some have stayed, While some have gone I don't even know But I go Forward Looking for tomorrow I'm looking for tomorrow And in this time, when money's scarce I can't decide which is worst Whether I miss bills Or miss my kids I don't even know But I go Forward Looking for tomorrow I'm looking for tomorrow I'm looking for tomorrow We're all looking for tomorrow Maybe tomorrow will see us through Until then, what else can I do? I'm looking for tomorrow Yeah, working for tomorrow We're all looking for tomorrow Looking for tomorrow
I am gay. I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem I'm not an affliction I don't need treatment. I don't need help I'm not sick I'm not confused I'm not a sin. I am gay. I'm your daughter Your sister Your friend Your co worker Your classmate Your acquaintance A complete stranger I am gay. I need love, just like you I need smiles I need support I need a hug I need a friend I need a family I need acceptance I need understanding I need you I am gay. I know what love is I know what pain is I know what hate is I know what life is I am gay. And I need you to love me The same way you loved me before you knew I am gay. And I have experienced hate From more people than just you I am gay. And I wont change. I wont give up. I wont back down. I wont pretend. I wont lie. I wont deny. I wont hide. I wont hurt. I am gay. And that's okay.
forever seemed to long for me so i chose to make it start today i went to church, (which is rare for me) and sadly for you, i ran away. i sat through the horrible singing even though it was by a professional choir it was great going to a concert for free but God, they have made you a liar when i tell people i hate Christians they wonder why if I'm 'one of them' just keep reading my story you'll understand by the end you see, it wasn't that the music was bad it was all on key and harmonic but the thing that bothered me everyone's actions were also melodic they all swayed in a zombified way and i tried but i couldn't feel God i was trapped in the middle of a cult meeting disguised as a church building squad all that mattered were the numbers they brought whether it be people or money they higher the digits became the more i found it funny funny that 'this' is what church has become funny that 'these' are the holy funny that 'this' is what they make god all because they changed him so slowly the world doesn't hate us because we don't sin by us i mean those who are saved they hate us cause you act like you don't and make them feel like we're enslaved
It hurts Him so to see my pain. Though I would see my loss as gain. My mind beclouded, devoid of reason, Remaining hot through passings seasons. The years have come and gone again, And still my anger ramains the same; So I entreat the Lord above, To fill me with forgiving love. Forgive them for me Lord, I pray, For I just can't, even today. Cleanse my heart and purge this ire, And quench the lust of vengeance fire; For it hurts no one but myself, It only hurts, it doesn't help. Remembering hurts of long ago, Won't help a thing, so let it go. Judy Ball Do you really think your enemies care how angry you are? 'Course Not! In fact, they enjoy your discomfort and Satan's having a ball, sooooooooo --- Let It Go. "Never take revenge, Beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, 'Vengeance is Mine, I will repay', says the Lord." Romans 12:19
Foreign are the thoughts of others Like the minds of past lovers Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind Fractured we stand, divided by difference Splintered we are, lacking repentance We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition Time unfolds and we're forced to react We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact To mend the cracks that divides our kind To embrace the momentum of our time To believe we can and must strive for more To turn the key and walk through the door
Respect Terry was a decent man In his old fashioned way he was set. He was polite to all he knew And treated them with respect. Terry shared a hostel house After on hard times he fell He discovered in the room next door Was housed the neighbour from Hell. Music blaring at 3am Keeping Terry awake Three months he covered his ears Until no more he could take. Knocking on his neighbour's door He did not know what to expect All he wanted was the music turned down And to be shown some respect. Before him stood a man With drug crazed eyes. Alcohol fueled breath hit Terry head on As abuse spit out of the mouth. Terry's pleas for respect fell Fell on deaf ears with a thud A complaint to the house care worker Was greeted with just a shrug. Then Terry met his friend Mick Who offered help with his plight. He said he would resolve the problem And would be around that night. Sure enough the music came Through the walls at the usual time. Mick said he would have a word With the chap from next door. Twenty stone of solid muscle Built like a shit-house made of brick. His face like it was battered by a train Not to be crossed was our Mick. He strode into the room Picked up the stereo with one hand. The neighbour stood open-mouthed As through the window it went. Onto the path two floors down The Man's pride and joy smashed The fragments of the window which was shut Followed close behind with a crash. After Mick's visit all was quiet And Terry had his sleep. His life has changed for the better. His own flat and a neighbour that shows respect. So if you live in a hostel Take heed of this tale and reflect. Think how your actions affect others And always show some respect.
Procrastination In my grasp, my hands will work Crush the bones of time
Why do I chase the atom? when the universe has always been mine. Can love evolve from red giant into a galaxy? Dust and stone become skin and bone, born; fall and rise again. I love the black holes of your eyes for they radiate much more light than they could ever take. White hot coals made to rake caked surface of my lungs. How I long to see your breath steam up the silence in my soul. Droplets, turn into rapids and rush my question away. I tripped; stumbling my spirit crumbling. Hold; release those fingers. Strength born of sugar does not last, and it feeds fear I need complex and organic Can rotten become fresh? Carry the inner babe Cain and brother Abe. Save: heal the tether.
"From Here to Eternity" For three days she fought the acrid taste of despair, roamed upon the treacherous slopes of a dark lair. She could smell the burning of their flesh still raw red Could hear their cries of stagnant regret The screams of their condemnation The desolation of their resignation. They matched her quelms but they couldn't know For in these realms they only know their own. But when they looked into her eyes, they knew, they saw the light coming from inside her agonized soul, Her tears, the salt that healed the wounds of their terrible plight. Oh! They wanted to stay, follow her wherever whatever the danger they'd have to face, but it wasn't the right time her smile, from a heart that knew what was right. They could only bow their profound wonderment as they saw the new road that opened to them, atonement. Then she felt Him, her Lord, and husband looking down from the hill in the distance. She wiped her tears, was dressed like a bride and all who were near could hear the choir of angels sing songs of cheers. Carried upon the wings of Pegassus so gracefully she was placed upon the steps to the entry of the Peace Palace. By CarolineCecile © 09.18.12
Today I am the changed… Today this life completely rearranged… Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop… Today I shredded this egocentric noose… Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus… Today I sipped the energizing source juice… Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker… Today I discovered my inner sword of light… Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might… Today I heard an adulation voice say, "Just be one with blithe"
See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used. See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in. And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree. Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission. And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing. Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it. The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by.... WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!
The fog returns Harder to burn The skies of dreams Have disappeared Giving no other choice But facing a void. As I look ahead Instead of up with my head My eyes focus Searching for what I must And I must trust That the path will lead where I must. And so I walk Upon the unseen road And my hunger Becomes my prayer My thirst is quenched At the river bank. As i sit there to rest A shadow comes abreast A voice bids me hello And as I rise to go He walks by my side A sun beam breaks through and I smile. By CarolineCecile - 01.12.12
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions They yearn, "RESTORE the walls of Jericho!" Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place Their weaknesses manipulate them – they're the definition of disgrace Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness! They plead and pray, "Dona nobis pacem…" Hear our hesitation and supplication…we're beneath the bricks and remains We're buried alive literally! We're becoming one with the ground Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we're getting washed away in the drains We're searching for shelter…we're getting hunted down – we're barely surviving They churn… They coil… They drift away… They spoil… In their miseries… Does He hear their pleas? "SAVE ME!" "Bestow blessings upon us!" Are you ignoring us deliberately? "Give us a helping hand And lead us to the promise land!" Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement Their strengths repaired our souls…we're the definition of bravery! Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho… Does anyone sense their resentment? Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – Their lack of optimism and gratitude Buried them down in captivity How can you bear their poverty? How can He save them from destruction and pity? They whisper on His Holy Hill, "Dona…Nobis…Pacem…" Don't let the battle overthrow 'em!
LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL Love can make you goofey in the mornin, make you babble like a fool, And bark at the moon. Love can make you silly in the afternoon, and make your congressman act like a loony tune! Love can make you sappy! doin things you'd never do. Love can make you zappy! And make you act like you was borned in a zoo. © I am RON WILSON and i approve of this pome... Puem... Potery ...Pottery ...whatever
Savior of mine I call out to you Save me from myself and all I believe that is true. For my heart is aching inside and I know not what to do. Take me by the hand Guide me to a far away land. Allow me to escape myself once and for all. I know not what my future brings I know not where this path leads However I do know, that my heart bleeds Savior of mine Stop this aching pain Free my soul from its evil reign. For life without you, is lived only in vain. Savior of mine I give myself to you Broken and scared For this is all that I can do. For with you nothing of myself will remain From this point on I can only gain. Thank you for saving me This unworthy soul is now set free.
Listening to you I feel hope in something I feel faith transcending I look forward to that day when you leave me All I have is a memory You will be gone My burned pocket will heal I will actually feel a coin You will no longer be an... issue I think I need some tissue As I wipe the tears from your eyes Comforting you with the tenderness of a cactus I look at you tenderly with Eyes of relief...you're not an issue I will wait for you to leave I know it will be a while but my heart is expecting and my lungs will Breathe...aaaaahhhhh!!!! Fresh Air....crisp like new paper.....
I Wasn't enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me
What???... To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be. They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules. Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones. Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one. And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree. How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!! And why must I name it… as they told me? Where's that for creativity? Then they want a special comment added in the poem… I would rather not add plagiarism… I'd rather call it my own. But, you know, I am so very needy that I'll do whatever they want. Well… I'll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want. I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein. But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim. Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn't win. But I'm happy as punch for even with their strained smile… I'm sure they read one of my poems yet again. :) (Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith's dance seducing your inner core Nehema's whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you'll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near
===== A little rhyme inspired by DaryIsue LockHart's rhymes ===== It is for the lost.. that I wanna find the way, Out from this dark place, of pain and misery. Back to ourselves.. how we were, when we were young, Before evil played its hand, before the time we got stung. I wanna be free.. but that'll have to wait! I'm trapped by emotion, by feelings soo great. And I'm not alone.. in this victims prison, D.I.Y Labotomy, I'll make the first incision. I don't want drugs, to ease my pain, I found Nirvana.. but can't get back again! Some say I'm insane! This train of thought I'm on, Goes through a portal to another dimension. But it's a dark, cold world.. where I know no fear, My heart it stops, my mind sharpens.. becomes clear, When I look into your eyes.. I can see your soul, I can reach into your heart.. but I might lose control! Sometimes I can see.. just a little too much, And round-about that time, I start to lose touch, See.. I know why you hurt, but I could hurt them too! I'd make them scream, long, sweet, songs of sorry.. just for you. However.. I know something, that they don't know, I've had a little glimpse, of the place, that they go, Where they like to turn the tables.. and play little games, Where sticks and stones hurt, but so will the names! Till then.. keep strong! Keep your mind awake, You've walked through fire, I think you should take a break, But you've seen the enemy, like me.. you wanna fight, Thats why I walk alone, with no shadow, in the night.
To know you is to love you. You brighten my whole day. Just what I'd do without you, I really couldn't say. Without you to guide me, I'd not know what to do. I'd prob'ly think I was okay, I'm lucky I've got you. Without you to point it out, I'd miss most of my faults. I'd probably just vegetate, Eat chocolates and drink malts. You tell me what to say and when, And what I should wear; You're quite a find I must admit, That just shows you care. You're so well informed and smart, Not at all like me, I couldn't do without you, I really must agree. Always there to lend a hand, With "helpful criticism". I'm so dull and dumb I miss, Your clever witicisms. You really ought to leave me, But that just isn't you; Because you're so long-suffering, And your heart is true. You're so good to stay right here, And take such care of me; Showing me where I fall short, 'Thout you where would I be. You're such a little honey bun, You fill my life with laughter. The last time I had this much fun, They'd just put back my bladder. (Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn't notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they're always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn't see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear
My eyes Pour forth feelings That I've felt in the past They make my heart ache… Take it all away… Oh my God… They're making me sink in dismay When will they break away? When will they give me a break? And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye don't see A happy ending in this scene My eyes Journeys into the unknown Who knows what will happen… They're like hidden treasure… They're buried far below… And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping… And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Oh my God… They're driving me insane When will they see my reflection? When will they heal the infection? Eye don't feel Raindrops of hope and relief All I feel…is grief… Eye sense no peace… And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Does He hear My supplications? Does He sense My fear? My eyes Conceals the tears that dare to spew out I feel trapped and lost without a doubt… They erase my delight… They seek my hurt… Oh my God… They're casting me away into the perilous sea And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping… And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace throw out my fear? Eye don't see A ship in sight…to save me from my demise My lifeless body... Drifts away in the wild ocean... Without a sound... Without emotion... Eye don't see A rope to hold on to… My hope for peace Has drowned…
Time is wearing thin as the patience in my head. Ideas arrive for me to try and put this stress to bed Love for all that's good is supposed to be a given But I'm chastised for the things I've said And stoned for how I'm livin' All things corresponding on this earth You bet have met some friction Embrace and accept for what it's worth Instead of treating it as an affliction Each and every breathing life, must come to an instant end. Eliminate dead weight with a knife and roll with genuine friends. ~JSLambert
.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja- vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We survived. .
**Dedicated to one of those nights where I lay awake at night and feel the weight of the world fall upon me in the dark...** I struggle trying to balance success and doubt.. They both carry the potential to wipe me out. I lay awake in the dark, strangled with these thoughts... mind blots with ideas, that storm about. Fist clenched, teeth grind, knuckles turn white, brain paints vivid scenes that flood my mind. Fluorescent, incandescent, negative and light, flashing bright till it renders me blind. Which will take me first, the pleasure or the pain? Perhaps both, cuz without struggle there is no gain. They compliment each other like lightening and rain. Both dangerously attractive in its own special way. So how do I respond to the darkness as it throws my mind on a curved dim lit path, when hope seems down and life can't be graphed? Do I succumb to the evil opposite of light? Compromise tempts me with smooth whispering cries... But I take the high road instead, look the beast in its eyes, I smile, wink, and chuckle "nice try."
One girl, one mind She grabs one costume And another and another. Anything to hide away, Safe from the world The cruel, cruel world. Take out the make-up Put it on and don't go on stage; She is afraid of the cruel, cruel words. The words 'Be Yourself' surrounded her She shed the costume and make-up, And that has made all the difference.
I rise from my bed, body aching and cracking. They say I'm too young to feel this way. But I do. They are unaware of the jabs and low blows that life has thrown at me. "Keep fighting." I tell myself as I limp over to the coffee pot. I chug a cup and gain my composure before hearing the words, "round 6918" and the ding of the bell. I walk out of my apartment swinging, hoping to hit a sweet spot. (6918 is the number of days I've been alive.)
Moment to moment… and from breath to breath… I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next. This one today… that one comes next… All waiting my next payday.... never to come… Things aren't the same… never will be again… I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill... A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still… The days travel insistently around the clock They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind. My options diminish more daily Tomorrow will bring more of the same. No one is hiring unless you already have a job. Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire. Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse? Where are the promises made to a child? Where went my home with a white picket fence? Where is my future I hoped to retire upon? Where went my gifts for laughter and fun? Where went the next Christmas for my son? They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see… Is there any one out there… who isn't like me? In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone. Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song. We won't go unheard... while I am around...
In the beginning of plight, We venture off and take action Beyond the mysteries of the day and night We search diligently for safety and direction The aftermath of our flight Brought us good luck and success If we look forward...we'll eventually find light We must get out of this cave... Or we'll be stomped on by distress You're our journey's end Where is the escape route? Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend With God's help, we'll find a way out... No doubt
My eyes Refuse to see tragedy My eyes Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? You don't see What damage you've done Just let me be Leave me alone…hand me a gun I yearn for unspoiled glory To make me feel perfect once more I yearn for flawless serenity To make me feel no regret…don't ignore My calls…don't hang up on me You don't see What damage you've done Just hear my plea Listen to my excruciating cries… Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies Our journey has just begun And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye can't handle the stress Let me release my horrendous distress Eye can see you making that same mistake At least MY life isn't at stake And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping…do You feel my lament And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement I'm aching with discontent… I abhor this torment When will peace scrub off my fear? I can't believe my eyes Your guiltiness flows into me… I can't believe I fell for your lies Your heartless action rape my mind…you don't see What my EYES see… You'll never see How much pressure you put me under Unchain me from this chamber And watch me flee… When will you be set free?
I sung to the music Smile upon A whirling dervish A Javanese mystic A man of nature And a Buddhist monk Ask What is important? Your creed or your deed Being theist or atheist Cast out by society Just being you For we are the seed of Adam People like us Banned by society In the name of Righteousness Listen to nightingales Be free For God has No religion ….. ( If this a poem then am dreamin ) 19/05/12
At eighty he is still a coolie toiling in paddy lea; reaping pods and heaping the seeds. His sagged muscles working in wonted harmony But his brain tired of thought; of his son who died as a sot; or of his daughter widowed at twenty past or his wife pulling weeds at another spot. He has to carry on this moil; I thought till death to retain his breath. Looking at his pitiable plight a wicked feeling swept my heart. How great we're in contrast; honourable servants of the State. We retire at sixty, in peace. Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece. Also a pension for monthly use. Last but not the least a T.V and a chair to ease. All this at what a simple price. For sleeping forty years in office! ! !
Descending war pile on my threadbare past or I'm losing my grace, for the puzzle's not solved or My gallant blessing is never done working or My ideas are like heaviness across blinding sky or My oasis splashes upon the canvas of wall or My sunny angels tangle out a single smile or The disturbance prevails the numbness of my existence or I'm screaming, trying to build the confidence and I felt like blooming in pleasing joy I felt confident again… I felt as if I belonged for only a few hours of my life… I felt I was being held and fed with love I felt as if I had a chance, but not in this world I felt I was a stranger handling faith I felt like I've changed—in a good way You feel stuck in place You're silent, tearing down the hesitation and The serenity fails the sensation of your extinction and Your rainy demons unravel in multiple frowns and Your desert dries out the imageless liberty and Your banalities are like weightlessness around visible earth and Your cowardly curse is always resting and Your gaining your disgrace, for the riddles are solved and Ascending peace unload off your renewed future or You feel like wilting in displeasing sadness You feel unsure for once You feel as if you are isolated always forever in death… You feel you were dropped and starved with hate You feel as if you had a chance, in this world You feel like you're a friend juggling doubt You feel like your constant—in a bad way I felt free in space (a poem my sister and I created)
I been havin' a real bad day. Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey. I usually am quite chipper and kind. Not a more generous soul will you find. But today if it could it just happened to me. I want to just quit, run off and just flee. Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton, To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum. The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz, Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix. I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole, I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole. I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time, And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind. No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock, Without any money guess I'll just have to walk. I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids, It seems that it all has just hit the skids. I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market, It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket, To look up and smile and give praise in all things, To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing. I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done. I thought I was strong but I just came undone, When things all started to slide down hill, The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill; So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it, Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it. Judy Ball About This Poem: So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it. It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it. So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.| But not if you condemn others for the same thing. The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember: There but for the Grace of God -- go I.
Within Me Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts, memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in, permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin. Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life, awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses, banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife. You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul, I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now, seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl. The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read, nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed. Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead, searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.
Dear God I been struggling all my life for the sins I committed I paid the price learned to live with regrets and sacrifice da da da da da da da da da da da I contain unspeakable secrets in the depths of my mind my eyes have witness the wickedest sickness of mankind In been conflicted at times by my on mind confined implicated in crime and briefly confined Now I'm a family guy and there much more than worth it but what if all the beef from my past comes to the surface that's not what I sweat I got theLord to protect if the strings get pulled on the devils marionettes but in the event they approached with the intent of my death I'd still send shots down the center like I'm dialing collect always a peaceful cat except for my youth when I swore that I wore a bullet proof gorilla suit and in the heat of the streets deepest beefs I found every shot that came would miss be by a country mile until that one that came to erase the life of Dwayne it murder portions of me and the rest if left in pain in a since he's still here cause his blood flows through my veins and my faith dictates I can see him again all though the pain never lessens their are lessons in pain for what does not kill me gives me strength to gain Dear God I been struggling all my life for the sins I committed I paid the price learned to live with regret and sacrifice da da da da da da da da da da da
You are pushing me too far, now we've passed the line, We ain't coming back, that's a fact.. now it's time, To lay down some ground-rules on you fools, because I'm, Fed up.. so shut up! Or get cut up with my rhymes! If you're gonna pass this test, then you have to be the best, You'll get sucked in, shredded up, then spat out as a mess, Are you possessed or just stressed? Just confess, you're like the rest, See me shaking and quaking, as you fake a conquest. You're a little behind, with your big front, I'll lash you with my tounge, if you wanna confront, Try a stunt like that, I'll be forced to come and hunt, Got you right in my sights, I'm alight, and I'll be blunt. You wanna take it from me, you are not steel, You slip and slide from my grip, like a smelly jellied eel, I want to make a deal, but you flake and peal, You fade before my eyes, because you never keep it real. You're living in a dream, now it's seeming to me, Like your nightmare's coming true, no longer fantasy, Nothing you can do, your legs are rooted like a tree, Now I'll open up your mind, and I'll set your brains free! I'm a peaceful man, so okay.. let's talk, I'll chalk it on the board, bottle it up and seal the cork, Remember these words, and replay them as you walk, You're in a world of giants.. go back down your beanstalk! When my back's turned, If I feel your eyes burning, I'll come straight back and we'll see if you are learning, My soul is yearning, to write rhymes and be earning, You're wasting my time, these things are really not concerning. Now I've put on my show.. I will let you suckers go, Smoke it over in your heads, but be hitting it slow, Or I'll mow you all down, with my automatic tounge, Then kick your butt with my Kung-fu, so RUN!
Easter was the earthquake that shook mankind's foundation when Jesus the Christ was resurrected to give us eternal salvation yet many people feel that the resurrection was just mythology that Jesus of Nazareth did not arise from the dead in actuality and many people miss the point of what Easter truly represents as it's not about man but God and the gift to us He sent for God loved us so much He sent His only begotten Son whose death was the catalyst for the victory that man had won In the war against evil we now have God's resurrection power to lift us up and revive us at any given hour from Moses to Jesus to the Rev. Dr. King and on to Malcolm X men of faith whose untimely deaths we did not expect they thought boldly, cared deeply, lived and loved with a passion for what's right they stood up against the powers that be and for righteousness and justice they did fight yet the masses continue to follow those who don't care about the whole those individuals drunk on power who only want to stay in control but those in Christ know for a fact that true power comes from God as He is the only entity capable of giving life to the heart the resurrection power that was bestowed upon His Holy Son the ultimate life support that revived Him after all was said and done Jesus the Christ had arisen and with Him we did too for His resurrection was the divine gift that has made us all brand new so when you have lost all hope and can see no way out call on the resurrection power of God to remove the spirit of defeat and doubt the resurrection power the gift that comes from the Lord Christ will lift you up and revive you to a whole new way of life
Illegitimi non carborundum ;-) ...Staggering, my vision cloudy, I fall to the hard ground. when life's sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody, and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around. I see myself slipping, down the abyss to where nothingness exists, still, I cling on, groping for a foothold, for my will to stay persists. I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be, my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me. It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull, I summon the strength from deep within, I rise, slowly, to face the day, I refuse to sink, to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel, to drown, for I am stronger now, indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles, I stand, bruised and bloody, still, I stand, I refuse, to sink, to drown, for they can try, to punish me some more, but I shall not allow them to grind me down… ;-)
seething mass of volcanic ash erupting emotions, scream and shout awesome magma, fires clash i'm chained forever without gnashing snarling vicious dogs run loose but starved and meek, they trot behind will follow or turn a course I choose? perhaps some peace of mind i can find but in the lead, strong and mean seem to conjure confusion and strife where am i going, the wind is keen whip-lashed running, fearing life i'm at the mercy of my passions sore a great big hunk of my ass has been tore.
Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head, I felt my mind shook as I started to dread, That you were there, But then I realized, It wasn't you. As I left the airport, I got into a truck, that was just like yours, Then all my emotional sores started hurting again. And later on, after seeing, That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school, Already had someone to be best friends with, I held back my tears, And fear that maybe I'll never recover From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever. And I feel like I can't keep myself together... Especially when I see two siblings who love one another, Wishing my siblings were close to my age, Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage, Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms, Whenever I see them at school... She always felt like a little sister for me, I want to protect her, But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times, And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she Likes her other friends more than me. Yet again, more envy, And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous In friendship... I'll make sure our friendship never ends, But I know that my loneliness will never disappear, And I will never be able to reappear, In school with her again, it hurts, Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering Of high school work and gym. I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary, That made me glad will be pushed away, And I'll probably feel alone everyday... Just like the old days, when I cried at night... And my alarm clock was my nightlight... Now I need Him, to keep me safe, And be my light, Because the hurt that I often feel Is an inner fight for life!
(So contradicting) Yet un purposely... I'm seeking what's already been found, for reasons unknown. I control myself, but myself controls me. Is there reason? Meaning? (Constantly seeking) What am I looking for? The big picture, the grand scheme. So if I found the answer today, would you care anyway? (Distrust) Well deserved (So contradicting) Unconciously confusing everything and everyone A mind in line with divinity is a mind deemed insane in society. A society deemed normal is a society easily corruptible. And they will always find a way to get their money. (Distrust) Well deserved! You have been misled, misinformed, conformed, and whored to the businesses. (Disgust) Love overcomes corruption So what are you waiting for? (Follow me...)
Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Waiting impatiently to face some inspiration given by God Over the driver and I By the way you shrivel up in anger, I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune Swimming in its ungrateful punishment Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite What do you have left to diminish? To accomplish? Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station Jaded by your defiant outbursts Holding up my clutched fists in shame Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace This betrayal...not deserving a name You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence All the years seem to leave us behind Settling in the resistible past Passing our unachieved, future goals Poverty splattering us in shapeless love Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares Are we on time to reach the morning train? And start our life in a new cycle This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair We aren't crushed against your passionate glares Here without you is an unhappy environment Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement Here without you Paints me a realization that life isn't easy It displaces the settling railroad Taken away by the midnight train's calamity Come home... face your fears and embarrassment Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman Giving it time to grow stable and secure This family barely has anything to gain You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you, Pleasure-seeking mother Good riddance
Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds Grass growing by its lively effect… Growing a grimace to the environment As the predators hung her on the branches, carving her left eye on the oak tree and carving her right eye on the olive tree They grow livelier… sucking up the carrions from off the ground Drowning the vines that try to suffocate and remove them for life left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape Their pupils punctured by arrows of death They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… watching people suffer in indignity and disproof Here's that living evidence! Hidden proof! Hunted by the worst predator out there in the deepest of the forest The eyes seem to stare into your own Locked with your frightening vibes Feeling your dangling fears and pain Weeping them insane… there is no one out there to be blamed, even in the deepest of the forest Oh you carrion heart, soul and body you are accepted to the collection and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... Oh you carrion soul and body Surviving through the shadows of the forest, roaming along the compacted forest, moping about in displeasure because without a doubt you are a magnificent collection to the eye generation to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life, Given away by the predator They soon diminish the evidence… Here's that living evidence! Hidden proof! You're left for dead after all Allow them to spread one of your eyes on this tantalizing tree Let them do their job as a hunter Your awareness is diminished Allow yourself to not be startled Lose yourself, and later on, you'll break free of pain and fear
drowning... Screaming silently for that one breath of life... that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat of life... that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet drowning... mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent of being... but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent drowning... quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp while... hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp drowning... yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation feeling... a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation drowning... whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you as... faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue drowning... i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare and still... i fight with every suffocating breath left within to surface and to cling onto another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...
Not the fire from which the phoenix is born; Not the fire of the furnace that turns iron to steel; Not the fire of passion that takes me to the sun; But like the fire of the sun that melts my wax wings; Or the fires of hell that scorch my soul And the fires of the steak to which I am tied-- A funeral pyre that will destroy all trace of my earthly life. But the fire inside me won't let me die "Fight fire with fire" is my mind's desperate cry For I too am a fire, albeit, a tiny fire Started as a controlled burn in a fireplace to keep others warm. But I am stoked by greater fires. And after the fires beyond me consume me I will remain, burning, as smoldering embers. Those fires will burn out before I will.
Empty Lost Vacant in a light-year moment This poem is void Along with our self-esteem This yielding emotion needs shine Will we ever rise with you in merry delight? You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light Frightful Confused Startled by your Senseless removal It has been written in approval These words doesn't exist in your heart For our feelings are merely a piece of junk Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion Frenzied Jumbled Bewildered by your action of Mindless removal That has been written by your approval Are you willing to listen Or are you going to turn down our voices? You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea Do you wish to have a void Seperating our once jubilent family? It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid Disoriented Doomed Disenchanted by your action of Heartless removal That has been agreed by your approval Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped Nonsensical lines Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped From these appalling signs Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain Faithful Complete Strengthened Are your stars burning with hope?
If you were wondering about me, My scars haven't healed yet Your corrupted fingers penetrating me, Guiding me into a strange situation This place is fairly misleading! I'm turning crazed and disoriented Colliding…Colliding…Oh, colliding If you were wondering about me, My scars haven't healed yet This place is fairly misleading… I'm bewildered I have this bizarre feeling inside of me I feel as if I'm in space Colliding… colliding… colliding In this bizarre black hole
Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast I do my best to try not to die But we both know that I cannot last Flames and faith blazing as I go Because I know that just up around the bend Is forever somewhere that I do not know Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend Is forever somewhere where I still love you so and forever somewhere near my bitter end..
A lover I once knew, die today he was alive yesterday I never thought of him this way. I never think about the rain Unless it flood my drains, my driveway, my rose garden Or dampened my happy mood Why would the death of my lover Leave me so sad, and blue Tender moment of affection: edgy days Relationships have it up and downs The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, Probably he was right: however here tonight A lover I once knew passed away today My old lover the wicket-keeper: The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover
I wish I wouldn't stop me, it's a painful problem of mine every day. I plan things almost forever, then at the last minute freeze or walk away. Some times I close my eyes and continue to barge on thru, to the end. Mostly I'm just a coward who's frightened to see things thru, just yet, my friend. I'm not frightened of what others will say, tho friends I'd hate to lose. It's more I'm fearful of the unknown, with its hidden walls of don't and do's. Every time I enter into my plans, unknowns pop up to stop me in my tracks. Getting in over my head gives lessons, that stop me from wanting to go back. Some times I just shy away because I'm suddenly so very shy… And being paralyzed with fear takes me a while, before I can carry on and try. I'll probably eventually finish things to whatever point I can… But fearful timidness, is always lurking there at hand. So stand there by my side, and give me a smile to urge me on. Watch me take off flying, even if I fall down and become withdrawn. I'm really not alone, it's also there inside of you. So as I take off running again, you should take off flying too. There's courage in numbers, and sharing problems makes them seem far less. If I can lean on your shoulder, you can also lean on mine, you bet. Together we'll get thru things… tho always with more planning and way more time. Learning doesn't take forever, and one goal can be met with each flight. After all we're still only human, with this battle of starts and stops to fight… If we lose our footing in the sand, sooner or later we'll get up and carry on. With patience we can find the treasures out there, and more stars to dream upon.
I can only begin, To express what its like, To have gone through such things, As the crucible hike, 54 hours of torturing pain, Which only got worse, When it started to rain, 6 hours of sleep, Issued 3 MRE'S, 5 recruits dropped, Overcome by the heat, After 2 days of hiking, We were issued our masks, Taken into a chamber, Were we get CS gassed, With the rest of our strength, We head for the reaper, Into the mountains, We hike deeper and deeper, 80 pounds on our backs, M16 to our side, Ascending the mountain, Screaming painfully inside, The Reapers a monster, It can swallow you up, A truck had to follow, To pick recruits up, though it felt like forever, We had finally arrived, Beyond exhausted, and sleep deprived, Then the DI's scream out, lets pack up our trash, its time to head out, So get off of your ass, The hike back was torture, But as we got back, we ate a meal fit for warriors, then marched straight to our racks, Some thought they'd been dreaming, Some wild cartoon, But we had really overcome it, As a team, a platoon! Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views
You see a man in ragged clothes Digging through garbage for no one knows A skulking youth with acne'd face Shuffling by with little grace You see a woman, old and frail A blind girl struggling, reading braille You see an old guy soft and flabby Looking sad and somewhat shabby You see a lady smart and trim Stepping briskly, with upheld chin Two teenage girls in low ride jeans Full of laughter, full of beans You see a lad with wooden leg Stopping people, there to beg An obese woman, waddling there While people stop and point and stare You see a young child skipping past If only youthfulness would last A toddler wobbling as he walks Babbling excitedly as he talks You see a person all alone Another talking on a phone A couple walking in embrace And soft warm smiles upon their face You see a drunk man stumble by With red veined nose and bloodshot eye A woman with deep furrowed brow Stooping in dejected bow You see anguished deeply etched Someone waiting to be fetched Another talking shrill and loud Another standing tall and proud Yet no one sees what beats within What lies down deep beneath the skin And no one has the right to judge Or criticize or hold a grudge Or laugh at someone else's pain Or live you life in shallow vain As no one's truly, fully whole And every one has depth of soul And what you see may not be real But if you can touch and truly feel And listen well to what they say And share with them this special day If you can hear them from the heart And bring about a brand new start Then this would be a better life With much less pain and much less strife
Dreaming of darkness and infinite horror Terror beguiles anticipation diluting expectations To journey as far as I may ….enticing today's sensations Several endless minutes tick by unknowingly Seamlessly creating …..a shadow to the day Time crossed morning's dawn deleting hope's way Waking up with an increased genuine ambition Nightmares lucid enough to impact my way Knowing it is imperative …..I seize the day (Carpe diem)
a day to celebrate. a day to enjoy. a day for love. a day for joy. maybe a day to cry bout. maybe a day to laugh. a truly wonderful day, your on the right path. it could be a day to mourne. possibly a day to smile. a day to smile through the fear from wich gets you riled. riled up from the day that you face again and again. from either pain that makes you hurt, or from the joy that you earned.
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts, subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops— thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves. If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death should drawn you into your self-box, I say, remember when one constructed self-prison fell away. However you helped this forward, do more of the same. Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance. Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward, loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled— unafraid to be splayed open. Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind— multiplying there in mid-air, riding the four directions. Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song— effulgent, double-charged with surprise and now even with mock surprises. Start at the beginning, where you are. Don't be satiate with loll-lolling recede wave's tide, retreat back and back into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish! Now, you Human Being—you come awake also! Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly. Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular. Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy, estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands, let subtle conversation play. Ring all the tiny bells. Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance. In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound— bring sunburst, sphere and harmony. Make your entire body a listening board forming therein—tender shape around which love seed unfolds infinite spaces and then… Spring awake! All to better dreaming where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying. O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you, with every human—never again sleep, never abandon!
The simplest things hurt me, because the big things already have.... Being emotionally strong doesn't mean I never get hurt........... it means I try to only allow the ones in who I trust will not hurt me............ This.......... in itself........................ is why I so often choose to be alone.
For anyone who has ever felt different And all the while yearned to be the same For anyone who has encountered gross indifference And wondered if somehow they were to blame For anyone who's been unsure of what to do And pushed on seemingly without success If any of these things ring true for you Congratulations you're truly one of us… …a human being This poem appears as the dedication in an top-notch anthology of light verse entitled "All Said & Done". The book is being sold to raise money for a UK Autism charity and it contains works from some distinguished poets e.g Charles Ghigna, Julie Kane, Wendy Cope, John Whitworth, as well as many other autistic and non-autistic poets. Check it out on Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/YgjiTZ or Amazon.co.uk: http://amzn.to/11pPRgN
The angst that fills my seeking heart, Revealed to me a missing part. More to life there has to be, More that is evading me. I'm looking for the perfect way But it has slipped by me today. Novels read gave not the right Answer that I need tonight. Nor in the airwaves, did I hear Any revelations clear. Not in a stream or bubbling brook, It must be where I failed to look. Among the traffic, I've not found Worthy words that are profound. Pay-per-view gave no reply Leaving me to wonder why. The stress of what I'm going through Prevents my knowing what to do. More to life there has to be, More that is evading me. I've looked beyond and far below, Finding only what I know. The angst remains with me, no doubt. Resolution, alas, gives out! Exhausted by my busy quest, This hopeless heart decides to rest. When, in my silent spirit heard A soothing, but prophetic, word. The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth Whispered, "John, Eight Thirty Two. And once you see the perfect WAY, Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!"
A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day
Why do you weep oh gentle One? Why do you cry out when alone? Even more, why are you silent when you go out? Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away? Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say? Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care? Do you truly feel alone this and every day? Do you fear what more, next will come your way? Know I am here… Though we will never meet. Know my troubles are also great. Know I too, cry only when alone. Know I am just like you, my friend. I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain. I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away. I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop. But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God. Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost. Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn. But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail… And me of course, for you were never alone. After you have sat there and silently wept… Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world…. There are always others like you and me. Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone… Take heart when you are done weeping and know: You are not alone: for I am also here with you. We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time. My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound. Remember life is an epic to be over come and still: I am here for you.
A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader's reign Against the sand and the desert's wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug
Hold me together today for it is a day of angst and I feel the fear of all other parts of life and all parts of death some are good and not some are evil and not time will cease this day never to be marked again water will boil away and turn to steam and waft away into the sky never to return as rain wind will no longer blow to refresh the stale earth clouds of smoke will be to replace the fresh air... Breathing will become a labor of epic proportion no warm sun on our faces no gentle rain on the brow no breeze will cool the parched, and barren souls or lay our minds at ease never to have been loved this very moment in space would be the ultimate betrayal of your own being never to have lost, or felt the wrenching pain of loss.. No death in your life No life in your death No laughter in your heart No mischief in your smile No love in your eyes... Why did you forsake your life? Why did you not use it? Why did you squander it? How dare you take such a gift as the breath of life, and lay it aside as if it had no importance... Your place in hell has been laid for you in return for slighting the very one who created you, and gave you life... This day you shall die the death of your very soul and body for all eternity and ever...
Before the burden Becomes too heavy to bear Toss it to the wind Do not let it win Don't let it turn weakened heart To cold apathy. Before the sorrow Brings you to somber burrow Toss it to the wind Do not let it win Don't let it turn weakened heart To cold apathy. Before the anger Turns your soul to ice, frozen Toss it to the wind Do not let it win Don't let it turn weakened heart To cold apathy. If the grip of fear Swallows the hope of your dreams Toss it to the wind Do not let it win Don't let it turn weakened heart To cold apathy. Before wicked vice Tries to destroy you inside Toss it to the wind Do not let it win Don't let it turn weakened heart To cold apathy. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 07.15.11
The thing about life is that it can end in an instant When the rope of the harsh words wraps tightly around your Neck squeezing tighter and tighter you just want to jump To end it all to end all the pain and the hatred and words It is not only the words that push you over the edge It is too the fists and the feet that slam into you Over and over without a break with out letting up Making you break down and slide down the wall and cry and cry and cry One phone call can save a live, stopping that jump Stopping the self hate and spreading the love The love i have for you will never fade or die and i hope will make you better to sleep and to be able to be Happy again to be happy forever and always with me just remember and know that it's NOT YOUR FAULT
Decided... Scene 1 (years earlier) Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. Act I Part I The Stage of Life I fell in love with the director. Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head... My role dictated, my character regulated all I ever wanted was a forever love... I threw out the script and played my part true... Ad libing my sweet little ass off. The show was a hit! and people cheered... but we were through. . . . Act I... Part II I am now a free agent... See the passion in my eyes? See the sexy style of my soul? Give me a part to play... hand me a script, and I will play it true my way. But, please,please, make it a forever gig. rlm '07 Act I... Part III The Horse Trader The pounding reins Of yesterday's tears Lead me down The dreary road of today The joy I once found Gazing into your eyes Is hobbled by distance And my faultering gait Unbridled rides at dawn a beautiful, insipid memory Breakneck sprints in the dark an aching need in the final strech The rhythmic rhyme of our ride in time We won the race but lost our place Your crop too willing my flanks too tender Your mount is running, full out, yet you ask for more (unfinished) rlm Act I Part IV (final act) Of Tears and Candle Wax My tears fuel the fire deep within my heart The sorrow in my soul Of this life I tire I have known my part This world takes its toll My tears do not come On my cheeks they run And me left a mere a husk of a man Finding their way to my soul leaving nowhere to stand Not finding my role far away from the sun A single candle lights my deep sorrow A single idea... I dread tomorrow As a man...I stand Naked to the pain. rlm
We live in a world Of violence and hate They say they can stop it Can't they see it's too late? They missed the big picture By ignoring the small Because of their ignorance This society will fall Children will starve People will die And when all this happens Who's going to cry? The ones who ignored the signs And called them a lie? I don't think so They don't care now They didn't care then If they won't care after chaos Then when?
My screams are void Interrupted by blurred groans Drums beating, Echoing in the dead of night, Unavoidable Silent wars has begun Quarrels set off, Throwing away love Who wins? Who has gone missing? No one knows in silent wars
you can't have a security company without having security guards for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings? how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings? how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years? but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power we need to come together in cohesiveness and show them that we won't settle for anything less to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there
Not a day will go by, that I don't think about her. But when I think of her lies, I just want to hurt her. When a man has given all, he can't push any further. And it's a very short process, that drives him to murder. So choose wisely your steps, and your pathways through life. Stay aware of your options, and always think twice. For when a mans life resorts, to the edge of a knife. It's a tell tale sign, he's grown cold as ice. Now it's a sick twisted world, we find ourselves in. Driven by hate, and swallowed in sin. The mentally strong, may call those like me weak. But you tell me now, who's humble and meek. For if you've never hurt, the way that I do. Then you're no expert, on how to get through. So you place your faith, on inanimate things. While I place my hate, on cold reality. But who's to say who, truly knows anything. And who draws the line, on what's giving everything. For one hundred percent, is one hundred percent. And my hundred percent, is what I resent. If I hadn't given all, I'd still be on my feet. But here I am hollow, left in defeat. So push me as far, as you think I can go. Then open your eyes, and enjoy the show... CONTINUE ON PART II
You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation filled my soul with your Sons elation In your Son my spirit found it's life nothing here can compare to treasures of wife In love he has healed mind and heart his compassion has filled our every part Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel that the lowly and unworthy do you seal As lambs who walk among the wolves follow the shepherd and seek his truths and beside still waters does he lead only those to whom his words do take heed Into the tabernacle do we flee for in your Son is our sanctuary examples of Truth we give our lives to partake the Truth must brake from lies Like the earth with flood waters were inundated that the influence of demons be dissipated the Truth of God falls in the latter rain knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again Downward you have sent the hearts of men so that they may see the beast within in fallen state to see oneself compared to the character of Gods wealth In your garden there was perfection the firstfruits taste of it's selection hand chosen by you to be as your Son anointed and with your sealing done Your Word oh God has become their bread and their wine of joy where Jesus led they loved not their lives unto death for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath Many are called but few are chosen as their faith is scorched choked or frozen only the seed that lands in good soil will know your Spirit Life's burning oil Through the temple curtain have they passed to the alter with sacrifices that ever last life and body are pledged to you and your words and works they do If you do not listen you cannot hear or tell when the voice of God is near through the written Word and Sons voice through them has God given mankind choice Who has the gifts of heaven known those to whom Jesus has shown though made lower than the angels be are raised much higher in eternity Oh Shepherd of God direct our course for life upon your path lays no remorse those you know their way have sealed they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16 I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you venture off at night Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't leave me… Forgive me for drifting away from you… Please forgive me… Please don't ignore me… Hear my pleas…don't turn the other direction… Run with me…into heaven's light I've given you my soul… I've shared with you my melody I've fed you until you were full… I've healed you when you were under the weather… I've tried to bring us back together You hang on the rope of hope I'll rely on you…I'll cling to you… You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss Don't reject me… Don't depart from me… Don't release me… Respect me for who I've become Please respect me… Honor my presence Protect me from any sort of harm Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? I've been driven away by my affliction I've set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land Have you forgotten my affection? I've tried to empathize what you're going through – I've gave you a helping hand Don't you understand? Will you ever understand? You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you depart from my heart Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't mourn for me… Forgive me for wishing for your absence… Please forgive me… Please don't give up on me… Hear my side of the story… don't turn the other direction… I'm still training for perfection Run with me…until we arrive at home Hold my hand and we'll take divine flight I've cherished you for so long I've lead you to my home town – Do you remember where you and I belong? I've given you my trust… I've shared with you my dreams You're an apple to my eye You were my angel of grace, promising concord – Bestowing blessings upon me Your vitality never wears off… You were my lamp – Glowing with serenity and elation Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease I'll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night I knew that that was love at first sight The moment you stepped foot into the light
BUTTERFLY WINGS I do appreciate your being here But one day soon you know I'll disappear. And when I fly, I'll fly on butterfly wings. I know you see someone you think is me. But nothing's really what it seems to be, and when I fly I'll fly on butterfly wings. Bright light. Never ending white light. All my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings. Highway. Always going my way I'll keep going my way, on butterfly wings. Out there I'll be going somewhere and I'm going to get there, on butterfly wings Bright light never ending white light all my life a sweet ride, on butterfly wings. It's not that I don't care, you know I do. And you can feel it, when I think of you, and when I fly, I'll fly on butterfly wings. This is one of my personal favorite poems I have written that developed into a Song Lyric. It is on Youtube, as a video as well.
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
Escape From a Sinkhole There is a friend of mine He is so very dear to me His smile is like sunshine Friends we will always be He has a heart that is very kind Where others take advantage of Since love tends to really be blind Usually the use is mistaken for love One day when he was helping someone By pulling that person out of a sinkhole He didn't see his ground caving in some As he pulled, his strength was taking its toll The one who he was helping, didn't even see That the ground around him was caving in Well I was there, it just so happened to be So I began to pull him from that situation He is just about out of that hole right now As we keep working on setting him free We will figure it out someway somehow For him to get above ground eventually The escape from a sinkhole is hard to do Unless you have a special hand to lend Coming from one, you can hold on to That is only found within a true friend Florence McMillian (Flo)
RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere.. R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no.. I - I'm here about a year & 6 months I - Interesting at first as all is new I - In few months, I began to think twice I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely.. Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life . Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out.. Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials... Y - Yelping nothing but full determination. A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good. A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back.. A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us.. D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up.. D - Death could only stop me from life.. D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope.. D - Dainty, i must still appear to be.. H - However things are. H - Hope rise up burning afire.. H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave H - Honesty deep down in contentment. by: olive_eloi aug. 22, 2013 @2:30pm
When i first saw her time froze I tried talking to her with my eyes closed My voice stumbled out of my lips My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery So I ran away and let it be a mystery.
Every day in school They would pick on him And threaten to kill his mom If he reported them The constant abuse And the physical attacks For months he took it And the teachers all turn their backs The shame and humiliation His peace of mind and sanity is gone The hurt in his heart While the girl he likes helplessly looks on The frustrations of the parents Seeing their only child health decline And the teachers who turn a blind eye Telling them everything in school is fine The attempt of suicide one night When the father saw him with knife Asking if he will go to heaven or hell If he takes his own life The tear of the kidney For the force of the kicks and blows The lost of appetite and weight The suffering only he alone knows But he did open his mind he said I can't got through another year like this And when they were arrested then many Told the press what they had witness Today he is trying to get back his life But his road is pave with bad memories And sometimes he almost reaches the end And then get scared of the shadows of the trees Then he is right back where he started And then he has to start again with frustration Sometime lashing out at his parents and family Trying to get some much need attention Looking at him very quite sitting alone Wondering what's going on in his poor mind And wishing to that one day god will Bring him the peace he so much wants to find He is a fighter and his will are very strong Yes today he is along way from there And I know that eventuality the time will come His smile will return that has now disappear The war must be over for now But every day he has a battle to face But in the end he will be victorious And get back his life that has been misplace So many kids has and are being bulled And some are talking their own lives For when you feel all hope is gone Then it's very hard to survive They are sick and tired of the abuse, and they little minds fought so hard, so very long, And was just couldn't make it through the pain, and stayed strong. I wish all students will look after the weak The ones who are very quite and shy And if the teachers and students do this Then so many of our children will not have to die
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues (For Bob Dylan) Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears We shatter and scrape on demented knees Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze I know now what I need never have known Of hope that was trampled before it had flown Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray 'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
She's Lost--I'm the one left to blame Forsaken by my potent manipulating game I've killed the one, My starcrossed heart Desires ...But not By My hands I Try To Follow her ghost But the fog and mist are too strong My eyes are rendered useless "You're Never going to Find Josette" The netherworld Spirits sang I Won't lose Heart I Will Win this Fight For My Sacred Josette's Right to Life This is what happens when The Devil's Adovocate Falls for Jesus's Greatest Bride This is what happens When The life of the disease Loves the cure it desperately hates Drives you mad But Wasn't I already? Josette, I'm begging you To Drive the Faerie out of Me
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg… …With sighs of torrential passion, the heavens shower teardrops, weeping with me, as memories of you come cascading back, skin on skin, ablaze, moist kisses, fiery, gentle whispers of undying love, murmured, in another life, another time, far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair, wallowing in the grime. … The rain keeps falling, each teardrop stinging my face, tasting the salt on my lips, I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips, between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love, before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude, wounded as a wingless dove, bereft of life, stripped of all traces of fortitude
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul The days eviceration about to unfold Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake And you wonder inside " How much more can I take" Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries "Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage For you both know it's victim has just turned the page Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light He slinks from your presence, flees from your might You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin For the Love of your God, companions and kin Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win. Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE. Grace and hope to us all Walter Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR
Standing 'round the stone waiting to say goodbye, how do you say the words when your heart is empty. Nothing can prepare you for the pain of loss when you lose someone so close to you. Waiting for the words to come forward from your lips, yet nothing emerges past the pain. Then you hear a soft voice nearby saying that which you cannot; Goodbye Mommy.
This year has brought me much heart-ache, grief and many a tear I did shed For I lost a friend so close and dear to me I was a heart-broken and empty lass As my world crashed down and Shattered like glass. It was the saddest time of my whole life that I've ever Felt so much grief and pain in my heart I could not cope with being apart From my dear friend Coni. I still sit and think of her each day and have precious Memories that will always remain in my heart and Stay in my mind for hope and comfort I do find, Remembering the friend I had Who so loving, Compassionate but most of all kind, What a true diamond Of a friend I was blessed to find. In loving memory of Coni Oliver Sept1956-July2012
Dave, he is a giving man Dave he is a giving man He'll always lend a hand Right now he's helping blind old Dan Who thinks that Dave is grand. Now he's chopping wood for Jim Dave, he is a giving man When ones life looks tough and grim He'll always help out, if he can He's giving food to help poor Jan She's very short on money Dave, he is a giving man Most folk think he's a honey. He gives his love to every one Including cranky Stan So many good deeds he has done Dave, he is a giving man 13 July 2014 @ 0730hrs. Written for Debbie's contest 'Random acts of kindness'
sensually sliding, rhythmically pounding erotically echoing our hearts senses stretching, raw passion mounding impassioned lovers playing their parts our bodies moving in perfect time our hearts melting together in the heat sinew and limbs twisted rhymes each striving to make the other complete. Laying together in each other's embrace panting breathy kisses shared this feeling we could not replace our hearts and souls bared rlm '09
for gary moore... ...ain't nothing but the blues talkin' sweltering licks screaming through flaming hues reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul of devilish chords on those walkways of paris strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll so though your time here and now may be up and though your moments here and now may be through forgive me for borrowing your words again cos' we still got the blues for you...
Let the air fill your vocal sounds Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir You are the main event Brazening with glamorous features How lucky could you be? I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Though your bones are fit enough to fight... There's a possibility you could be a bending stem I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl Thrilled by denied consequences I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth I could sense your controlled hunger Snatching me in alarm Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm Don't give away this edification... Except it and don't lose it at all Burn down The resistible temptations Slightly crawling their way Out of drilling fears I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills Filled with pride and contentment Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras Be the thriving, main event Create a courageous scene just for curiosity Keep yourself stable Reflect your will on a clear, glass table Meander your troublesome ways Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors Full of heartening compliments Bring this ticket to heaven's heights Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind You are still considered My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights Where safety is freely given To a hungry, pleasurable kitten
You can write another poem Which shakes its head at wasted lives, And everyone who reads it will Wonder how war still survives, "Your skills outline this futility, These words will answer through the ages," Empty words and compliments, Whilst outside still the battle rages.
Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber But my eyes are an exception…everything's a blur They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure But I still wonder… my pupils still wander My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot Their cup is half full…rather than half empty My pupils see what others cannot Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty My pupils project feelings… They comprehend – they spiral up and down They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown Optimism isn't in the picture…bestowing infection Upon my crestfallen heart I'm a broken compass – I'm losing my direction My animated heart tears apart Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee Because they're focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume On with our soothing music Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement They spot what others are too oblivious to see… Nonetheless, I still ponder… Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? Do I witness the fears and woes? My pupils reject the precious scenery They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly… My pupils… Oh dear pupils… Will you ever pay the bills? Will you ever use your skills? My heart bleeds in the river mills My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills My pupils spew out remorse My pupils are like open doors…
Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely. All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly. Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you. Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do! It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending. You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending. The light from above as you struggle below for air, is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare! And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end. Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out. Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt. But then the break forms a crack that leads the way back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!
The day we will apart, and go too far, We will be forgotten where we are, Love emotions will never survive forever, Air absorb the smoke from burning bar, Beauty of love, purity of sincere ness, Will become ancient tale of fairness, Walking on footpath, sitting across road, Time turns these all into foggy memoir cheerless, Cold breeze turns to warm blow, where we will apart, soul wander to and fro, Tears of pain, fear of gone, Carry on, silent stream flow, Hurting of being alone, Is like a flower with single thorn, Miserable farewell made me alive dead, Might we never born, Panicked memories seems so teasing, But tiny flame of reminiscence will remain blazing, If the ray of hope is alive, We will never get too far, though amazing. M. Shahid H. Chouhdry Bahawalpur, Pakistan All Rights Reserved.
Most people know i have a inner beast yet i took control of him i have a leash I steal his strength passion and creativity Now i have such strength anything is a possibility i get angry sad depressed but i use it to my advantage how could i tame something so savage? i found friends and life out of the wreck that once was my life now i swear to you all i promise i can do right let this be strength to all I promise you i will never fall or be devoured bye my own emotions bye the demon, the force is corrosive
A Mountain – Void. A Miner, Observes this beauty, a Granite Monolith, looming ahead. An image to light the eyes, brighten the soul – are fed the belief that within the systolic, lies pure gold at it's heart – to be mined – but it is oh so cold, hard and reluctant – stories seen, heard are told yet this miner, digs deep, continues to mine, a prayer from his lips – hope, dreams he will find at it's centre, in it's core, within it's heart. One would hope, that this would be the place to start. A most exquisite journey on high – into the ether, were distances, exist not, where, may neither come to know or experience the pangs of aloneness, aloneness – none existent – gives life to closeness as they traverse life's disappointing, rocky roads carrying, in their heads, the weight of life's heavy loads. This, they may, happy, do together or on their own, alone. Only you, the gods and heavens are known to have the answers to what has been shown. All you have laid out, all that has gone down, and whether or not, this miner, is perceived a clown ?, a fool ?, as the weight of all kills the music, the sound, as he keeps trying to dig deeper into this solid ground, this rock gives up, not a flake, a nugget, a vain of gold that, throughout, in the past, to others, has been told existed once upon a time. The miner finds only fools gold the core of what he has been mining these past two years, years that have brought him many, many – many tears. Fools gold is all that he can see, in all that is reflected – pools of images, imagined, distorted, throughout detected that one sees, envisions painted upon the shaft walls, observing the reflected light – walking those stony halls looking for the source light dancing on wings that fly free, that would lead them – together ?, - to what could be for the rest of their life's journey and life time upon this plane, and all that is wished for, you to be mine. A dream for this old mind, a dream, live, I'd love to find In the hands of this old fool, not fools gold of any kind to accompany this old man through his waning days, the winter days of this life, on this plane as he plays the last notes of his opus, the libretto, the requiem of a life time that will depart, when it's tine will come. This miner is loosing the will to dig more for the gold That lays the walls, those steel bars oh so cold – That Mountain – Void, that beautiful, Granite Monolith that stands on the edge, the miner on the edge of a cliff. B. J. "A" 2 March 14th 2008
Jagged rocks that tip my balance, Vein like roots that trip my feet, Branching weeds that scratch my legs, The chill of the wind that steals my heat, The steepness of this endless mountain, The wanting, longing to reach the top, The feeling that I can't go on, I need to let my body drop. I see the end, the wind grows stronger, The mountain seems to flatten out, I can succeed; I'm almost there now, My heart is screaming a silent shout. The feeling of success is sweet, The sky above, so baby blue, I finally made it; the pain is gone now, My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.
I hate to see the pain the young so often feel. I wish that I could help. My love for them is real. They need some understanding. They just want to be heard. Where are their parents when they cry? Don't they read their words? They say they hate their lives. They want to end it all. I wish that I could help them and save them from the fall. It hurts to hear their suffering. To know I can't be there. At least I want them all to know how very much I care. When you need understanding or even just a friend, Send a note and say hello. I'll be here till the end.
Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.
Imagine a world Imagine a world with Equality and Respect Imagine a world with no drugs Imagine a world with no war Imagine a world with no enemies Imagine a world where everything is happy Imagine a world where school was not a prison Imagine a world with no struggles like money Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs Imagine a world with no disease Imagine a world with no pointless death Imagine a world with no environmental despair Imagine a world with no cyberbullying Imagine a world with no crime Imagine a world with no homeless people Imagine a world with no miscarriage Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups Imagine a world with no hypocrisy Imagine a world with no racism Imagine a world we can call our own
Admission If time heals all, then when will my alarm clock ring, If tomorrow is a new day, why do the morning birds not sing, I want to be awoken, from this dream fueled by disaster, The hands keep ticking, i just will them, tick faster, My reasoning is affluent, yet it bleeds through stigmata, If to sacrifice, is solution, then my soul freely martyr, My burdens weighed down, adds fuel to their meaning, My clear image tarnished, by the scour of being, My foundations pressed, as i confess, to all without believing, My heart bleeds less, as i digress, to all without deceiving , My eyes feel weak, as i lose track, of the path i once walked, As resistance feels futile, your mind becomes, warped, The path becomes darker, as my demise is brought fourth, But the path is now brighter, than at ones first thought, If its my time, then how will i, know that i must listen, To the bells that chime, at once as i, am freed by my admission.
upstairs in my room i put my ear to the floor only to hear my parents screaming the argument is about me my mom yells "look at what your son has become!" Heartless, unintelligent, fake... my father replies back "hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!" whenever my family is out together we act happy like these fights never happen but every night they do and i cant tell anyone i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear? I will drag you down and i will make you hurt.. I lift my head from the floor still hearing the angry voices of my parents i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin the next morning i go downstairs with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts My father grabs my arm "what is this boy?" i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair "its nothing sir" my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?" i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door My father runs outside pulling me to the ground "are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser" My father grabs my face "you better not cut yourself again" he replies He hits my face, as i lay on the ground. I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face it was raining and dark outside i run into the house and into the bathroom looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed "everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?" I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair I become someone else, but the old me is still right there if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i will find my way
I wish To demolish my sorrow… I wish To forget the despair and gleefully grow… To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow… My downfalls and my failures… I wish To disappear I wish I had no fear… For God's near… I wish I could be a cheetah in the grassland I wish To store all of my energy for an evening run…I'd never give up in the process I wish My whole spirit could simply sponge in God's nature and make great progress And I truly wish I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God I wish I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships… My countless wishes Brings me down to my weakest point… My countless wishes Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run… I wish I could forgive My daily regrets and breakdowns I wish I could forget My despondency – embracing my frowns I wish To live a life without error Without a care I wish To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions And scare away The darkness that tries to make me give up I wish I had more time to overcome… These waves of emotions My countless wishes Brings me down to my disheartened state… My countless wishes Are like walls from every direction closing in on me… But it's a convenient tool in the future… I wish I could be live in someone else's shoes… But what good would it do? Would it lead me to the narrow pathway? Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? Would it push away the blues? Could He give me any clues?
Two birds on a wire testing each other's fire The lights of the airport pass before my weary eyes Sifting out where my future lies Evaluating my current ties We run to keep up holdin' feelings inside Reaching out in our lives Holding each other tightly In our weary souls trying to fill in the wholes Holding out our hearts looking for a fresh start Holding each other's hand Wondering why the other has not ran rlm '07 This one came to me sitting on a delayed flight out of Raleigh, NC
Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link. BIPOLAR Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known. I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles. Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone. Sometimes I think I'll die alone. Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone. I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times. Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone. Sometimes I think I'm not alone. Euphoria. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. Euphoria. Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known. I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles. Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone. Sometimes I think I'm not along. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down. Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down. © ron wison
A prisoner of darkness Was all I could be. Trapped and alone inside Along a blackened sea No one to hold me To keep me alive Completely abandoned No reason to survive. Then there was a light Small but getting brighter It drowned out the darkness And made me a fighter. . . Before i'd go with everything And let them chain me down Now I start to question them I start to keep my ground. Why should I let them stab me? And see my blood run free There's a reason that I need to live To let myself be me. No one holds me down Without paying a price. Why should they anger me Then expect me to be nice? I now... Have a beating heart And a gleam in my eyes Someone to kiss and hug me And keep my soul alive.
There's a girl, sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she's always wanted. She's not looking for a fairy tale or gold. Just a little work, and some love not from the usual mold. He walks in with promises, ending in heartbreak and tears. She drowns him out slowly, with new dreams and a few beers. The girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she's always wanted. Two years have passed, not much has changed. She still comes each week to sit at her corner table. Some work, many dreams, and a few beers become her label. The women all judge her inside their private mind. Small town men buy her a drink, wink and smile, but aren't her kind. The girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted. She has big dreams of life, love, and the woman that she wants to be. I sit across the bar, wishing she'd look just once more to me. I turned my back, messed up not long ago. She told me that she loved me, but she had to go. I failed to show her my love, I'd hurt her badly. Breaking her heart blindly, while loving her madly. That girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she has always wanted. Pulling the ring from my pocket, my jaw stubbornly clenching. I push through the crowded room, and voice my intention. Dear Beth, I will love you forever. I'm down on my knees! Just give me one last chance, and marry me please. That was two years ago yesterday. And still my love grows more every day. For the girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted. As I nod and thank the bar tender, and add to his tips. I pick up two drinks, turn to the back of the bar, a smile on my lips. Cause there is my girl, sitting at the back of the bar. Living the dreams of the life that she's always wanted. Summer Gratias
I look in the mirror and see the years gone I can look beyond the glass out the window To the yards of my childhood I can smell the flowers and feel the grass 'neath my feet. I can hear the music blasting on the radio Mama callin' me for supper. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. The town is small and so are the events You're everyone's business You can get a break and can't get away You don't even have a say You go to and from and people protest And those same people will still put you to the test I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I made it to the big town K.C, Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live Settled in and made a life, got a career I swear I'll never return to my best friend Comfortable where I stand, Happy where I am I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. Well times are hard, And people are ruthless in this cut throat time Jobs are scarce and bills run high You never know what you'll hear at night The people are small in this big town Yeah people are small in this big town I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I guess the town is small Just good ol' boys and girls havin' fun Small place, small town, small world People may talk and people may watch But the biggest thing in that small town Are the people after all. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. -Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009
God will give me patience to deal with evil things. He will block it out for me.... I hear the angels sing. My mind's become polluted with mean and cruel remarks. This poem will be my cleansing from the big dog's lonely barks. I've fallen far from virtue. I took that poisoned bite. At least I regained composure before the title fight. No longer will I worry. I won't reach out my hand. You made your bed, now lie in it. I'm sure you understand.
Bullet wounds The criminal shoots down his First targets How dare you Shoot them uncontrollably CHAOS grows . . . Don't shoot it! The victims are running mad And you pulled The trigger I'm terrified of your strength DROP IT, man ! ! !
To know with full certainty That the path you tread Is of your own free will To see with sudden clarity Astray you were lead And the destiny you fill To be yourself again No bonds to impair Knowing where you've been Letting down your hair Your beautiful new wings spread To dry in the early morning sun Distant memories wipe away the dread Standing your ground, no need to run Blossoming in a garden fair Laughter comes lightly to your lips Spirit renewed and heart repaired Wonderful futures within your grip. Rlm
anger is not always a sin if it's righteous indignation Biblically anger is that emotion which often compels us to change our ways so we won't wind up in hell anger is acceptable as self-defense of others or moral principles are on the line but an anger that is self-serving is a sin all of the time for it tends to leave hurt, it tends to leave pain and it tends to leave devastation selfish anger leads to misplaced affection and/or displaced aggression it produces feelings of strong displeasure and/or antagonistic behavior the rage and resentment which goes against the very teachings of Our Savior the physical effects of selfish anger carry the spirit of unforgivingness but righteous indignation is the thing that we all need to stress to be displeased with the way that others are being treated to be upset over oppression, suppression and the way people are being defeated we need to handle our anger in way that God can take control and understand with a change of heart we now have a Biblical goal to be honest in our communication in the way that we talk to stay calm in the midst of the storm is the way to walk the walk to attack the problem and not the person who is in the midst of the trouble to attack the sin and not the sinner who is in the midst of the struggle and above all in the spirit of kindness and love we need to act and never allow the enemy to cause you to over-react the Bible states "be not hasty in holding resentment in" you need to let go and let God show you the way to win don't let the danger of anger ever put you on a defensive attack recognize God in all things and you'll stay on the right spiritual track for the enemy will try to use and abuse you and have you disconnected from the power supply that is Our God which has you spiritually corrected as anger seems to always rests in the bosom of fools so never let the enemy attempt to take you to school so don't respond, don't resent and above all never over-react stay calm, stay focused on the sin and never let the danger of anger distract
I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.
Hysterical laughter in eternity still crying out at the hypocrisy of life lived under the thumbs of the oppressing ones. Freedom they said they would give us If we asked the king to forgive us. and if we agree to pay tribute they would stop the rape and loot we didn't even know which ones were in control at any point in time the fully sublime shiftings of power by the day and the hour locked in the ivory tower and away from the peasant earth digger they had much bigger things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life. And all the strife they laid upon us all was part of the fall from dignity. It's a pity. Then came the mines and the factories warriors needed to keep the keys to the city gates in the right hands none of us really understands the workings of the minds that need so badly to succeed that life has no meaning or worth. Even less for planet earth. And she's dying and no one is trying to revive her. Now they want to survive her and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison third world vision is incomplete no one can compete in world markets controlled by the elite we are the billion feet of the crawling beast. and at least we could know why we chose it. Just suppose it could change. Seems strange. But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear and we all held dear what was important, sacred, the sane would we stop acid rain? What if our lawns became gardens all could we reverse Edens fall? What if our children could eat and play from natures sweet bounty every day? Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray? and left no more poison where children play? What if we made our own industries in each of our communities? What if we made windmills and power the sun we may have just begun a revolution that holds a solution for our planets peace. I release my rage at the beastly machine that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream and paint a new picture in the sky. Of streets and towns and city planning true ways and solutions that work for me and you and the earth's evolution could take another turn where we do not burn in the hell of nuclear wastelands It will take many hands to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon Get on board, this train is moving. get on with it. We all fit in the grand plan, the saving grace of man.
Lonliness surrounds, hovering over like a thick black cloud wondering whether it will go away,fearing it is here to stay and will never leave or fade away Loneliness is not a sickness but can make you feel ill,wondering if there is anyone who cares, is there anyone to show they love me, a tender touch, or a sincere smile a kind word from the heart is all you really need as it is an aching hunger and an essential basic need, to culitvate and feed us with love and warm and touch our hearts with the Beautiufl gift of friendship given to us from above. We were created with a desire to love and be loved and we all need friends, someone to turn to in times of distress, someone to understand what we are going through, someone to show compassion with a sympathetic ear, is it too much to ask to find someone so dear to fulfill a simple task , someone to care, who promises to be there for you no matter what happens they will stick like glue and loyally stay by you, comforting and fortifying you helping to get you through these times that are upon you. Lonliness can make us feel worthless, having no real meaning or purpose in our lives, our hearts sink down low as a sinking ship in the deepest ocean we watch it go, how can we find a lifeboat to keep us afloat, emotionally we are drowing with worry, anxiety,fear and anguish, tears flow from our eyes we are desperatly in need of a friend who can sympathize. As mortal humans life is like a mist appearing then dissapearing but we have a basic need that needs to be met in order to feel good as we should, we need someone close who will be there in the stormiest darkness they will be our rainbow at the end of the storm and they will help us to cope even though they might not be able to change how we feel, sharing our pain with a dear friend can give us something to focus on and a hope that will strengthen us shining like a star so bright in the dark of night. Always remember that there is a friend waiting for you to get intouch day or night, no matter how far the distance might be, finding a true friend is like finding a treasure in the deepest sea, which is beautiful,precious and rare, that is what you mean to me, So whenever you're feeling sad or lonely always remember we may be apart but I will always keep your name engraved in my heart something I will treasure and keep close to my heart always and forever.
I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall Shadows chase me wherever I run As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun Just like me as I search for my soul Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole
(Originally a song) Looking through the forest Searching high and low Fleeing from the chorus I come across a doe Her eyes tell my story A heartfelt allegory Bullet wounds of glory Blood spills on the floor In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream Of reality Walking across the ocean The fable of my fears Through the waves of motion And never-ending tears The sun burns out my fate The birds jeer and scream Darkness falls upon me Nothing's like it seems In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream… Of reality Running down the city streets I try to find my place While everyone is fleeing from me I cast away my face The lights go out, the city sleeps No one to turn to now The fog clears out, the darkness keeps Weighing me down In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream… Of reality I search the skies for safety Flying way too high From the lies and the pavements Where the city dies The clouds cover my useless form The wind picks up its speed Lightening shows a seething storm Growing inside me In this dream…in this dream…in this dream…in this dream Of reality Weighted so deeply with pain Trying to escape these memories Oh! Come forth ye rain Fill my head with reveries I don't want what's real! I don't want to feel… Anymore Goodbye reality Goodbye fate I am happy in this plastic state Goodbye sadness Goodbye madness Destroy my soulless space Goodbye you Goodbye me Leaving behind reality Goodbye…goodbye…goodbye…goodbye Goodbye
To be seen but never noticed Like a ripple in the water That dissapears before your eyes
The rain falls fiercly, As I look up into the skies, Only to see the sun, And white clouds floating by. I walk into the woods, Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet, I stare down to the earth, To see grasses, soft and sweet. At last I see a rose, Lying dried up on the ground, I gently touch it's petals, And my life is newly found. All along ive been yelling, At the wind for being cold, And shouting at the rain, When life's story has been told. I ignored the graceful beauty, As i blocked out meaningful sights, For when it's gone I will regreat, Shunning the flawless story of life.
Hold your breath Take a drift into the sobbing clouds Keep them away from drowning death They remained under pressure for years The clouds can't help it They must release the pain and pressure So they drown themselves in sorrow Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds Leaving tomorrow In the muddied meadow The brook took its toll Around the valley, below the drooping clouds Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook The clouds are relieved It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation They believed That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction *dedicated to Kalona* Flow along Be relieved Don't remain under earth's pressure Hold on to your jolly requests Remember this, keep this in mind: Build a reliable goal And kill the stress Push aside suicidal pressure Remember this as well: Go to school And learn to cooperate with the world And get ready...be well dressed For the biggest decision in your life
Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night. Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light. I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty. The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity. I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia. As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel. I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel. Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges. The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges. Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost. As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost. For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame? For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame. My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others. lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers. That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act. A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact. As the number descends down to it's final member. I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender. Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right. As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light. My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end. I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend. A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer. The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer. The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct. My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.
Blissful ignorance A vacuous affair Mind numbing atrophy Life without a care Cloud dwelling dreams Of a world less realized The pyramid schemes Of a world materialized Land of the free Home of the incarcerated The money wheel keeps turning Our debt exacerbated Before it's too late Do what you can To save what's left Of this common man
A journey together, Storms to weather; Companions unlikely joined Despite their task on this path which many ask, "Why the battle?" "Why the pain?" "Does not God care?" Martyr whispers gently, "Surrender to Love's grander plan." Warrior shouts the battle cry, "Persevere, victory's at hand!" Martyr teaches mercy, grace and love to tame the tyrant within. Warrior teaches perseverance, courage and strength; the tyrant to overcome. Companions unlikely joined For this journey long Companions to aide Along this path long laid. Healing the prize Despite surprise. Lessons to be learned; Trust to be earned, to heed the other's voice and make the wiser choice. This battle within needs each For which to teach; As guides along the way. Martyr entreats Warrior, "Surrender to Love's call, For grace and mercy extended to all." Warrior enjoins Martyr, "Be strong, be courageous, Honesty within To conquer every sin!" Warrior needs Martyr to tame the tyrant within. Martyr needs Warrior To defeat the tyrant; For victory to win! The journey for this tyrant within, Beckons Love's call; Grace and mercy to all. Healing within and without; Love's nature calls out; Surrender control; Be courageous! Be strong to right each wrong; Start within.
Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. rlm '09
IN MY POET'S EYE I can't say, where you are tonight. I can't say, our love would have turned out right. I don't know, but I do know, you are still my love. Every night I find I still reach for you. Any time I pray, I still pray for you. I don't know the reason, But I know you're still a part of me. In my poet's eye, I still see you here. In my poet's world, I still feel you near. I don't know the reason, but I thought God meant this love to be. I don't know the reason, but I thought God meant our love to be. In my poet's mind, you are mine again. In my poet's heart you are here again. In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love. In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love. In my poet's eye, you are still my love. .......© ron wilson The video for this song on Youtube, search for "veebdosa"then select IN MY POETS EYE, either Vee Bdosa (aka Ron Wilson) singing or Emily Van Praag singing.
The stressors that exist are only an abyss. As I walk through the ravine, I know staying is the penalty. Abys, I will not suffer for being a buffoon. Tears on the wind and emotions are no more. The abuse that is writhed is not to be remembered. The tears I have cried have soothed my soul. Once I voided the love, I became whole. Tears in the wind and no sentiments to give just a spirit attained. Driving fast with my hair in the air, life flashes and a sigh is all that is given. I am not to be gorged back into pain. I am to pedestal because I have attained freedom from an abusive man. Tears on the wind, tears in the rain, pain is knowing that I cannot overcome an abusive man. Joy is my sunshine again. Thus, I am letting the world know I win! ___________________________________| Penned on May 21, 2014!
I've been blessed enough To be protected Positive surroundings Never been rejected Never redirected No misdirection In my life to date No bad decisions That could've sealed my fate But my fortunate status Won't allow me to stall, Failing to see the world as it is Outside my four walls I can and will, Still Allow myself to feel The very factors, That force The faces of fear From those That often shed Agonizing tears From angst And ravaging years Tormented, By the hands of time Forced down, Forced out, Forced to the end of the line Enslaved, By an oppressed mind-set From a hope not yet, Seen Hope deferred Depressing things To the point of, "I dare not dream" Thus, It seems The band of healing Should start with me Beaming Intensity Baring Charity It's inherent That I help Him, her, You To be the blessing Towards a life anew For those who choose To live it So my life of privilege Should I not only accept, For self But for the world, To be well Therefore, My benefits Should outpour To the outcries To the extent That opportunity extends Starting, A non-stop trend
It hurts Happy moments amidst depressing times Hearts not in love can't break can they? Well how can hearts believe they're in love When actions speak differently? Moments of lust amidst a claim of love Will those who wait truly find what they wait for? Do hasty decisions ever make for wise ones? Moments of action amidst patterns of thought Unexcused bitterness challenges the attempts to find true happiness How can someone have so much and yet feel so empty?
Oh how the ticking clock still mocks my endless hesitation. Would that I could slow the time and blind this fascination. These words, this love I must speak of, my heart's soft transformation. www.VillageMatchmaker.com
Middle East unrest: longing for democracy-- pounding hearts press on
I sort bubbling dishes in proper place I drown absorbed sink with soapy water and towering dishes They pile up-- what's the point of doing them? I place a towel next to the filthy sink I drown dishes and try my hardest to dry them without a drop But what good would it do-- dishes pile up!
FOREVER SHOULD BE SPELLED FOUR EVER BECAUSE, BABY, YOU MIGHT RATE FOUR MONTHS AT BEST Baby, this is forever like Never-Neverland Where frowns and tears are forever banned No sorrow because forever is in the center of our love And baby, those are all words of bulls**t above If you beg my real option I'll stay until I want to go And stealthily shall I leave like a cat cautiously and slow Because honey, for now you got what it takes And I adore very inch of you got that shakes The shimmies and slithering while prancing on the dance floor Yeah baby, forever, until I walk out the door You don't really think I won't spread my good looks around Yet I'll leave you without a mother f*****g sound I'll take any woman I want when the time is right And she and I will take a heaven bound flight But baby for you I'm all yours tonight Oh no, don't shake that beautiful bottom for spite I'm just telling you the facts and all the facts I know Forever with you will be until I pack up and go Because I've got an army of women standing on a god-d*mned line And just look how I cut the air with my slender body and straightened spine But the truth isn't a woman out there who ain't saying, "Hell no, I don't want that outlaw as mine" © 2011.…~free cee!~
For the Better By, Chelsea Wallace Surely as I sit here My life is all turned 'round Upside down For the better Still afraid to fear I turn my cheek and close my eyes Inside she cries For the better Someone is near A spirit perhaps, here to guide Take away my pride For the better Ego has no fear It still fights the fight To win it's plight Not for the better Wine, gin and beer How attractive they become Glamour and chic, vodka and rum Not for the better Look in the mirror Spirit save my life Save my life For the better
You may have some great ideas, Feel like changing the world, You'd like things to run your way (Wouldn't it be lovely if your dog's tail were curled?) You feel that there's much, too much, war And malnutrition and poverty should go. That the arms race is the bane of mankind, And streets painted with terrorists' gore. You are sad at the pollutionary havoc That mankind has brought down on its head, You weep tears for the blighted landscape, And wish back an Eden instead. You'd like it if men were one family Living in harmony and peace, Striving towards nobler ideals, Their varying conflicts to cease. I know we'd all like to play God, To change things, have powers without limit. But since we are just playthings and fleeting We can wish and wish and just dream it.
I'm drained from running my body insane Is there anything to achieve? Is there enough room to Believe? I reflect…I think… and I'm only driving down that lane I know I must keep my positivity rowing—I know it's all true Every few moments of my life I don't know how long I'll live with this strife I'd rather go hiking down that road of recovery And wait until I find a discovery I once again feel hopeless…shaking off the dread Hovering around my existence…persistently tearing me down I could see others go through this hopeless…it hangs us by a thread I observe my surroundings, trying not to wear a frown Believe…Believe…why don't you believe? Am I the one that's deceiving You from heading towards happiness—is there a way for you to step out of the abyss? Grieve…grieve…grieve no more…why are you grieving? Is there a way to take myself out of my grieving moments? Can you crush those boulders that pound against me?
Lost in a moment of deep blue. Coming along, losing it in red hue. May my wrath, be for something true. I watch a man, with envy green in greedy eyes, Seeing burnt out passions orange, lost on the oldest lies, May he be released, from old death's ties, Buried up to my neck in earths solid brown, head flowered in corn gold, this world's forgotten crown. May I know that his backwards is forwards, and up, down, The crunch sound of trodden on snow white, Powerful seems the black, but he always had more bite, Come all that you are, come, you are all that is light.
Voices calling, shrieking at me. What can I do to appease? My head full of screams, a heart full of pain, my body shaking and ill at the fear. I can't seem to still them, I want to be free. With no end in sight, the tunnel is dark, my mind shouts obscenities only I hear. Seething with hate, teeming with love, the dichotomy shredding my soul; evident pain in my eyes as I stare blankly at nothing, yet everything there.
She lives inside of me, In the secret catacombs Of my soul. She's there, in every Step I take Calling me back home, Where its warm Where its safe.. She doesn't know Where I am. The birth of my dreams, In her eyes and mine. She smiles Her perfect smile To cataracted eyes Now unappreciative.. Two parts of one lost forevermore I can't contain This red super giant My pain, pulsing A painful reminder Of how fated love Became an abyss.. How did I refuse Her celestial grace? Her beauty, A reason to believe In His grand design. How did I turn My back On sunlight.. I've never cared to look for another. My heart, I know, Was truly lost The day she left. Slowly the eclipse Crept towards my My soul bereft.. I hope that she Is always happy No matter where She may be. I'm happy that for A moment The sun danced Around me..
FOREVER FREE I stand before you, judged, a sinner be relinquishing all rights, I might have had, but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad. I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea, for all I've been in life, as having fun, and all the hurt--that's been--because of me I pray put in the past, as if there's none. I ask your guidance, on my bended knee protect my days ahead, if there are some and never let mine eyes again to see the lust of life from where all sin has come. And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be your servant who's been saved--forever free! © ron wilson
This is a reply to "Response to A Fool's Love" from Nicholas Westernhausen, another PoetrySoup member. Perhaps by strife we'll find ourselves, I pray that this is true. All I can do is make the choice, And hope that You are there. But even as I write this now, I realize something pure. You've given us the choice to make Because You know us well. You know that deep within our hearts We long for what is right. For after all, man and woman Were made in Your image. If this is true, then we have hope! What greater strength than this is there? We have the light of God within Our souls. Now death will have no sting! The sins of flesh are naught but that, And God has handed to us grace; The grace that washes souls of sin, The grace that gives us hope.
Oh my lover, where art thee... This morning you felt separate from me... I miss your sweet love taste... Come back to me post haste... Just as the great life begins... You decided to leave once again... Why would you treat me this way... Keeping your love far away... I don't think I can live this today... Once this is done I'm on my way... Excuse me; you have been here all along... How did I create such a wrong... Thank you for the love bestowed to me... It's only my Insanity...
Stress is a fact of life: new beginnings, vanished resources, and unexpected endings. Despair debilitates; destroys one's delight without warning, woeful worries gripping. Ask…shall I mope around mulling over my ills or shall I let God's light within me shine? Pondering problems produces a peculiar predicament; the pendulum dangles dangerously. Worrying makes a brain wrench and reel until merriment withers and hope shrinks. Reality becomes woeful; revelation remote, dreams remember not precious pearls. Chasing one's sorrows rejects today's cheerfulness and drags the soul into the mire. Mismanaged stress sulks in sorrow; muses on misfortune; invites malady. Oh pearl of wisdom, choose thy thinking; invite God's loving light to brighten. Deliberately disconnect despairing deliberations from today's diary; develop dreams. One ounce of faith obligates God to obliterate darkness of self-odium and illuminate life. Deliberately manage the direction of thy musing; delight thyself in thy choosing. Joy thrives in God's light when stress strikes the soul to suffocate. So, let not your heart be hollow. Hallow the Lord, thy God with wisdom's choice. Be lifted up out of dark despair by purposefully holding happy thoughts… Joyful thinking, stress or laughter...the choice is yours. So, choose wisely? © May 8, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
At 8:30 AM, "Get up, LAURA! Charlie! Wake up...Robert...Wake up." No reply...no reply...just ignore my wake up calls...yell at me all you want You make me cry...cry...just shatter me like glass...you place me in the trash, but I still feel this discontent Deep inside of me... There's a sea of remorse swirling around me... At 12:15 AM, "Hey Laura!" No reply...no reply... "What are you doing?" I just want to cry...a river...why? She still ignores me...now I'm feeling the anxiety... She still jokes around with me, but I feel so angry...and so empty... She's texting her friends again...I must talk to her sometime She still doesn't answer my calls...she doesn't care to wipe off my grime Sponging inside of me... I guess I'm left with my chores for today My heart is swelling up in dismay...and my sky turns to gray And I pray...for relief and I just want to say... I love my sisters and brothers, but they truly don't care for me...or at least that's what I think till this very day This lonesome feeling sufficates me... Go ahead and ignore me, sister You just added another blister In my mouth, my hopelessness avalanches all over the ground You make me frustrated...and now my head spins round and round And I feel bound... By stress and torment! Go ahead and neglect my voice My heart is seeping out misery...pumping with fret... while you text your friends and rejoice In my head, my painstaking regrets torture me profoundly You don't care to listen - live your life without me My soul is left in the cold... Oh! Go ahead! Let me mold...mold... I worry about you, sister... But you left me to dry like glue...you made me suffer don't beg to differ... Go ahead! Blow fire in my direction... I warn you...you don't want to see an eruption I don't want to be ensnared by my corruption... Please God...pick me off from the ground... and show me some direction Or I'll be broken down like the titanic... And You don't wanna see me panic... Panic... At 1:00 AM, I decide to pray to God for protection... I pray...I pray... I wait for His reply.......................... He helped me fight my depression wars He unchained me from the cage... and taught me how to fly He cherished me... He understood me and He still does till this day... He healed my sores... And He doesn't ignore my calls! He makes me feel content even in the midst of hardships - I pray...I wait...I cry... For His comfort daily... to nourish me when I feel ignored Or when I'm stabbed in loathe... I pray that Your peace be restored In our family once more. I wait For peace To fix the broken glass...to fix the emotions breaking us all I pray For the chaos to cease To make the whole world rejoice...to encourage us to stand tall Will love make us whole again?
Dear Victory Girl from the bay or [dock] I knew you'd be beautiful for the sake of the decline...let hedonism take its toll... Just so I Can Forget How do you smile like that? I'm bleeding gallons thinking of your face. My most sincere pains,shames,claims,and thought about pet names, lie with you signed- Unused,and abused
I am a dark metaphysical being Created by the wall of reality breaching the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares I am not the boogie man no I am the force in your mind that describes depression I am the all mighty one who makes love falter I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night If i am broken it means once i was whole If i am dead it means once i was alive If i am depressed It means i have once been happy
Imprisoned heart yearning to be free.. Silent chambers echo the cries back to me.. Sheer idiocy haunts as an unwanted tenant.. Choices of yesteryear are engraved in the present.. Unfortunate trials play havoc with the mind.. Heart full of chaos, life is cruel and unkind.. Bowing before my savior, peace I've found at last.. The Author and Finisher of our faith, His love is steadfast.
Screeching their high piercing voices Harmonically crying siblings huddle Dominating Manipulating Producing their focus unpleasantly Yet artfully Dynamically Their desires painful …their new discovery for a toy Conjured merciful knife-like screams This …..Our children's greed Fueled by weakness within Penetrating a caretakers soul Acutely perceptive they knowingly outwit Courage or no….caretakers want peace Does spoiling children really matter …..when one yearns for PEACE AND QUIET?
What did she say when you told her you still loved me? Did she turn away or try to disagree Did you think about her or how she would be? No you were only thinking about me. She stands there now, all alone Facing her fears of the unknown Turning her head on what she's once known Realizing now, she's on her own With no one around to help her choose She stands her ground, not ready to lose Her head held high while hearing the news To accept her fate, she must refuse She tries and tires with all her might To win you back every night She has no plans to give up the fight Any hope is out of sight Her heart is now filled with hatred Will all the love that you desecrated With just that one sentence that you stated Her entire life is now dated Did you ever stop and try to think, Just how far she would sink? How close she was to the brink? Or how it could all end with just one drink? Just one drink to end all the pain Just one little sip to break the chain Just one to do the job, to her disdain Just one and she will die in vain. You don't even care to attend her funeral To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel How could you be such a fool? You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. You come to my door and ring the bell You send thousands of messages to my cell Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell But for all I care you can just go right on to hell I don't want you anymore you Silly boy I am no longer your stupid little toy As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. I am my own person without you I no longer rely on your every move I am no longer clueless on what to do I know now I can move on to someone new. As for the girl that you threw aside I hope you think of her every time you cry You're the whole reason that she died If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. She would have loved you the way you love me But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me I hope you drown in your misery Thank God that sad little girl is finally free Thank God I knew it was time to flee This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.
Storms glistening sporadically Inspiration wavering dramatically I can't move like I should! I am fighting against the reveling, reviling flood Evidence of many spawning deaths cannot stop me And the zombie maggots grow as they are left rotting I can't stop now—but I have no particular place to go Mentally merrily on my slithering way Into creepy caves of my intellect and hemorrhage The saliva of its mouth and the cruelty of its teeth Ensnares me into multitudinous quicksand of truth Raining in this cave is the vile that will keep me working I watch others drink it and it drives me to fury Take of me what you may—but don't take me all away! I will remain in the inspirations of time! I will remain like the grime on the succulent wine Like gathered dust on the ivory keys The music will always stick to me Your words will plant a grave into my lines As my madness entwines and bewitches their minds Weathered in the snowing wrath of immortal sorrow I cannot wish for a bloodier tomorrow I will glisten like blue fires as long as it storms And the rest will shred into dumped, plumped worms Infecting everyone in the inspired malevolence Of pure, sick false innocence Braid your way if you dare Encircle me to your snare But do not drink of me within a fathomed rig Or I will turn you into the stone of a pig
Sometimes when we lose our way We're lost and we run astray Beyond our hopes and myriad dreams All is left are misty streams. It's easier to doubt yourself Blame our Lord and cry oneself Yet we fail to raise our heads Get these bodies out of beds. Breathing is a simple art All you need is lungs and heart Why not breathe and breathe some more? Your way to freedom is beyond the door. We sit for hours thinking of the past Without our memories, how long would we last? Memories are for 80-year-olds Those who've seen beyond our worlds. Save your thoughts and all those stills Keep them piled up like worn old bills One day you can read their text Weep and sob and get all vexed. But not today or anytime soon Not when you have genuine boon Believe in yourself and who you are You'll shine one day in the brightest stars. One year, two year, three year, four You should break this overdone lore Get yourself a brand new life It's not that hard but simple rife. We must be ready to bury our sins Focus on vigor and hard-earned wins It's not our fault we doubt ourselves Our hearts are where our fears do delve. But if we have the will to try The strength to fight and not to cry We might just find our dreamt-of way Make each day, a special day.
a hollow shell of tangled synapses sparked into gradual madness which drowns out the truths of the day as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence dreams that reached for pure love's tender touch dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive what became of those fresh dreams and hopes as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves torn into shreds by time's fine scimitar devoid of the touch of raw passion when all that remains of love is a hollow shell
When I die where will I go, Up to Heaven or Hell down below; Will I see my family that is dead and gone, Or will I even get to move on; Will I fade into nothing and disappear, Will I feel hunger, pain, or fear; Am I doomed to suffer for eternity, Or will I remain, more or less Me; Will I come back in another life, To once again feel anguish and strife; Just where will my final judgment lay, I hope God is merciful on that day. ~Inspired by "Is Death The End?" by Susan Palli~
the ups and downs the lefts and rights the twisty trails the ongoing fights the lessons learned the love thats grown the feeling of family the feeling of alone the choatic noise the silent air your wild and crazy in your secrective lair The people you meet the strangers you cross the bonds that forge and relationships lost the feeling of alive is nothing without hurt can't wash away nothing unless you got dirt the way you respond to lifes crazy fashion is a quick little inside to your deepest passions Live on to the fullest to the greatest extent expect nothing elaborate and just be content push for what you want dont ever feel destroyed do it all yourself and feel overjoyed
I'm crying and not sure why sitting here listening to Jimmy Buffett of all things I guess it takes me back to a simpler time When my toughest decision was how many used cd's to buy And not should I cut off one of my breasts or two But at least I have the choice and I have the chance to fight Which is more than a lot of people can say So, I will sit with the tears And thank God that I'm alive to be crying them
Left in my own thoughts Tarnished forever through nightmares Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots You left me…I have no choice, but to cry… I'm breaking by the seams I drink in the sorrow… I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow I'm left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer I recall my past decisions…I'm swallowed up by the echoes of fear I'm not your valuable merchandise! Don't seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near Don't count on me – I'm not wise! I'm swallowed up by the churning sea… Leading me to my own demise I drink in the sorrow… I puke up resentment…I'm upset and cannot go on with life I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me… No one catches me before I wallow… Pick me up from the murky waters Lift me up from the gutters Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers Dress me up and hand me some covers I'm trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts I can't see a happy ending in this scene – Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers… Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen Tarnished forever through nightmares My foul ideas don't have a structure – they're just… Tangled up knots
now that i have your attention let me state the OBVIOUS i cannot kill myself with this paper but the pen does look enticing dont get me wrong i'd love to die tonight but then what would i do with my eternal damnation this is not a suicide note cause im not dead (yet...) im just informing the world of the OBVIOUS in a way i killed myself already the day i joined your group of people you say im wrong you say im bad but then again isnt it OBVIOUS that you are the one that is judging me and the last time i checked to judge is a sin OBVIOUSly you have no idea of what im trying to sing the point im trying to get across isnt black or white well actually it is because there is no grey so dont justify your ways dont make your choices "okay..." for mine are not worse and yours are no better and since there is no OBVIOUS answer since there is not a definite do you use the word conviction only when it benefits you hypocrisy is the OBVIOUS at least in the few who have opened their eyes and for you that still do not know the OBVIOUS let me explain: OBVIOUS in this text is a representation of the sick and perverted and twisted and manipulated thing you call religion christianity to be specific if i do not see the way they see i am evil if i do not agree i am vile people never understand what needs understanding and now im a showing all that the bible is not just a book its not only a road map as some would call it it is not the thing you made it only one word can truly describe it SCRIPT that is what it is no more no less so read your "BOOK" and read your "ROAD MAP" because you made me what i used to be your eyes are sewn shut which is more damaging than closed church doors so open your eyes and remove your stitches and see see... see.......... TRUTH
Inspiration nowadays seems to have left or died I feel lost and unsure, as misery eats me from inside. Everything around me appears dull an uninviting As if joy has departed to see to its own liking My once strong faith in the future, now looks hazy from where I stand. Feeling unabashed and uninspired it's forcing me to hold your hand Not knowing who to turn to, or where to search for the light. Blindfolded by life running around in circles I'm falling deep into the night. Shouting out in silence hoping someone will hear my plea Drowning into inexistence Is like a slow death to me. Finding it almost impossible To fit in or pull through I need an escape from reality A place that I belong to Feeling alone sometimes And too different from the world I need a happy medium In which my potential can be twirled Struggling to follow my heart and intuitions That have been silenced by the rational mind I fight to infiltrate this wall that grows And buries you from behind Suffering from the lack of care and attention I find myself astray. Perhaps I need someone But not just anyone in whose arms I could stay To help me paint the skies with words that linger in the heart no matter what To fill the senses of the world with The love that they forgot To rise above the melancholy that's Been ripping up my heart And fulfill my dreams and aspiration That keep me going from the start So it seems that you're my only hope from Committing an inspirational theft So please don't forsake me For you are all that I've got left.
There is too much fear in the world these days, Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways! Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats, Are you frightend of nothing? Why are you scared of that? Scared of oppression? And the way they use aggression? Are they messing with your head, using psychic suggestion? Wrestling with your doubts will only lead to fear, Always looking into shadows.. scared that something's always near. You're winding yourself up! There's no reason to be scared, But it's never as it seems.. so you'd better be prepared. Because if you're feeling fear, it could be.. you're not ready, With your trembling legs, and butterflies in your belly. It's not so strange, that lots of people fear pain, Being boiled alive, with needles stuck into your brain, You've got to be careful, I'm afraid to say, Be quick to make your mind up, to fight or run away. Would you fill your pants, with a gun to your head? Now, that's REAL fear.. you could be dead, enougth said! Some could find your nerves and make you scream for weeks, They can teach you about pain and how it reaches new peaks. But the ones like that.. are fearful too, Of justice, revenge, and the human rights crew. They should be scared! I wanna see their faces white, 'Cause they even kidnap kids and slip away into the night! Now I'll get swept away, as it floods from me, See, some of these emotions, are as deep as the sea, Some wanna get a gun, and hunt these sick suckers, And get them on their knees and say PRAY MOTHERF%%%%%! See this is the crux.. this is the bottom line, If they catch you doing that, then it's you that's doing time, It's never black & white, it's not easy to see.. There are so many fears, it's all part of being free. Are you scared of the dark, because that's how it began? Are you scared that it links you to the earliest man? Who had to hunt to eat, had to kill to stay alive, And did what they had to, so this race could all survive. The things to be scared of are the things inside, You can struggle and fight, but you can never run or hide, So walk down the street with your head held high, And face down fear.. because we're ALL gonna die! But the opposite of fear though.. is to be brave, Who knows how many lives you could save. The futures unknown, and we all face change, It is all just a part of being free-range.
Melted to the floor, with tears she nearly drowned She sank to the cold earth, without even a sound Her soul burning with distress, with no one to hear For the ones with ears, had no desire to endear Facing a lie, misunderstanding the truth? Facing a lie, no, Avoiding to sleuth The ones with the ears, she depended on The ones with the ears, turned in the dawn Dawn of which her anguish now began Recalling the fire which burnt beneath Her eyes like ice, departing to the heat Her heart was now scorched, but her mind now burst The ones with the ears, will now perish the worst
Why does everyone tuck their tails and hide.. Accepting all of the Corporate Lies? We're all eating Genetically Modified Foods, Simply because it tastes so good. Hormone-pricked animals; Tortured and Slain.. No Living Creature should endure such Pain. The Fact is that We are so behind In the True Consciousness of our Minds. This Entire Life is one big Illusion; Yet We are being taught of Lies and Delusion. It's now time to Think of All including Yourself, Go beyond your wants and Desires; Humankind needs our Help. Judge for yourself- I'm weird and depressed.. But I Understand Altrue Knowledge- Unlike the Rest. -Emma Lea Mills 02/08/2012
Days and nights and the universe I The musty monsoon insects with swelled bellies soggy paper boats. II Curiosity a black feathered bird peeps in, there is no return. III Close the eyes, its night. A bat has taken a bite; the fruit rolls away. IV The desolate rails. Millions of butterflies, they reign the wild shrubs. V Crystallized water, this rock has witnessed years, a fly has more eyes. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Life is but, a butterfly given one day to live. Love is but, the one you trust and how much you can give. Butterflys fly and die and Love does much the same. But your trust , may just be the reason for your pain.
A world only meant for perfection Sophie can Hardly Breathe Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty? Don't Look to the east, stay here with me We are The Sick We Are The Chosen Just to see--Just to be Imperfection's beauty
10/7/12 --------------------- There is a multitude around the world preparing for God's Kingdom And there is one dark enmity preparing as well Combatting this powerful being's influence and persistence Is like going against a strong ocean current during a blistery storm Satan the devil has blinded the world How then can we help others see the light? God reveals through the Word something unsettling He reveals that there will be many readily embracing The very enemy himself Be aware of the darkness and its devices that destruct Many will fail to realize who is the hero Turning to the very one that will tear them apart There will be baggage in the millennium The multitude will have the authority to teach To take away the blinds from the clouded, deceived eyes Of billions We continue on now We take action now For the sake of all of those now and onwards *inspired by John Goodwin*
How do you know? Who tells you so? Is it premonition? Over-ambition? One who forever butts in with song; With the voice gone entirely wrong. Do you reach for opinions of loved ones? Would they inform you the talent you suspect is none? Would you be mortified by truth.....? If truth was sincere? Or could you embrace the honesty you hear? Would you regroup; or give in? Would the fighter arrive telling you to win? Is it even worth trying to continue.....? Or is it only false hope that lies deep within you? Are you a no trick pony.....? With no chance, no passion, a phony? But it does burn deep inside you. Most times, the only friend to guide you. It listens and makes you talk back. Filters your senses, pushing you back on track. You need no affirmation. Only self adaptation. When the voice inside you fails to love and guide you, Release the headaches of self doubt. Let you figure you out. Because when those in which you've confided all depart, You are the one left with aspirations..... Of the calling you failed to start. JS Lambert
The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these endangered Species are Sad and Real. Think of how it feels for the poor dears for someone to steel their beautiful fur coats, to make a profit which is cruel it just proves that evil now rules. These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd species, can you not see the desperate state these poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too late. Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of their mates. The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive please help keep their hopes alive. Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches. It has gone too far, please take a moment to spare a thought for these brave creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world!
Death just seems to surround us. They say it comes in threes. A close friend just had a death, and then another came along for another friend. Why is it the good die young? That newborns are born still, or die early. That they never get to feel the soft tickle of a breeze, hear the gentle lullaby of the ocean tide, or see the fiery blaze of a sunrise? Why are they deprived to hear the whisper of wind in trees, the song of crickets and the dance of fireflies? They say when it's your time, it's your time. They say you go when "He" calls you home. What if you aren't ready? What if you have things you need to do? I guess we don't have a choice. Death is inevitable I suppose, just as time never stops it's silver flow. yet, is there not a greater purpose to life than to be born to die? The beauties of life must be taken in with gratitude. We must remember some never get to witness the freshness of spring, the warm embrace of a lover, or the wet bath you get when your dog greets you at the door. never take life for granted, for you never know how many days you have. Stop and smell the roses, because one day, you won't smell thing. .
A silver river down your face. You hang your heas in such disgrace. I've found you in this awful place. You've fallen from your spot of grace You've never cried in front of me, But now your weakness I do see. You cry and cry because of she, And all alone you want to be. I do refuse to leave your side. You are ashamned of how you've cried. You scream your wish that you had died, And here I come to be your guide. Never again will you walk alone. You now have love to call your own. You tried to cut rigt to the bone. You're caught tonight, tears on the phone. Let me hold you for this night. I will help you through this fight. Let us try with all our might. We'll sit here 'til you're alright. Now listen friend, and listen well. We'll walk together through this Hell. I promise you I'll never tell. Best friends forever, it ends well. Now you're in a happy place. I love that smile on your face. All of your pain we did erase. Live loving life, for it's no race.
The death of a saint, a martyr to some The death of a hero, a husband to one A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall To give up his dreams and aspirations To relinquish his will of self-preservation To benefit all of human kind To alter how we interact, to change our time Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed He served everyone, just as he had served his country With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men He truly understood what it meant to be human Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch But there is a point at which every man breaks His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar A belief built upon the hope that people can change He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range It seemed that he was ready to change us all What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate Seeking a greatness of his own He wasn't satisfied with the world he was shown And so died the dream of the hero, this saint The martyr departed and his fire burned faint Yet hope never dies It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth
I have my wings, now I can fly But you must remember this is Not goodbye I can still see you from where I am You may feel a chill when I hold your hand I will be here through your days and nights together we have eternity, please do not fright You are sad now this I know Yet in this sadness our Love still grows So while your exploring your world, I will explore mine Believing nothing can separate us, Not space nor time And there will come a time and you will see Our love was destine to eternity Please love me free and as you do I will sprinkle God's Love and Blessing on all of you!
Turning over and over through the Hours, my friend. My Eyes see yours and I know you're here. When you say "will you still come to see me when I'm alone and Not how you remember me?" Do I know you enough to know? But, see… Like when the trees bend, Or when the rain falls… What am I Saying? True love waits? What the Hell is that? I was beginning to think the only thing I'd Roll Over for would be for a good Cheetos bag. Upon that occasion, I'd be sure to look Good for the cashier at the local store. Hallelujah! True love waits? What the Hell is that? I don't know Everything, but I know something. Trees bend. Rain falls. Everything dies, Everyone dies, Sooner or later. And the only way out Now is to Die before something else can kill you. Stop Telling me about something Other than me. My concerns. My Pathologies. And for God's sake Stop saying "true love waits!" Don't you have somewhere Else to be? No? Are you lonely? Ah, I see. Damn you. Leave me be. Sooner or later, all Things die. But… I've got to admit you've taught me something. I Learned that all things somewhere, someday also Live.
I wish To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky I wish I have all my issues fly out the windows I wish My whole body could simply wither away I wish To start anew and be on a fresh start I wish I had the ability to fly I wish To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems I wish I could be a wonderful guy I wish I could have a future family and be the best father in the world I wish I could have a positive mindset I wish I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life
up and down feelings floor to the ceiling big and the small or barely at all jumble of thoughts build up like a compost all of the utmost useless importance String me along for days like ever present unaware essence of the magical sun's scorching lashing out r shooting through the vacant space only one destination like a certain pinpoint revelation Stabbing back we surprise attack the only shock comes to me as an afterthought... I hold in the hatred until it becomes sacred I inhale the passion nothing more natural than my outward reaction addition through the simplest subtraction the hate is so hard to replace what is left to drive me the anger inside me I am here because of my rage brought me to the brink of breakage just when the point is revealed naked it disappears, retreating through the hatred Where is it hiding? I miss the surge burning into my every word the last I remember I was misplaced, self centered when the source was discovered a curious love entered and drove out the negative edited and erased
years of writing and learning working guts spilled heart ripped out torn to holes stabbing myself open and spreading myself thin learning this about that thing this thing about that stuff computer whizz i am not but one comes along and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game playing with myself solitaire with levels puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give my writing a new purpose lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and meaning of it all as if I'm some genius unfinished puzzle I've been shut down and how do i explain this to my children walking in my crutches who cannot afford to be read one more time as i whine in the midst of my goose chase of level three leading you back to level one and my space is just a place to look for something to do top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door and how they know me one day and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not i have something to say we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games I'm here for the utopia why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one knows who they think they are and no one is worrying about who questions anybody and laugh at estimations of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose so was it worth it when now i cant sign in due to scandal i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect me still tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told the police wont get involved just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing spiraling out to place to find if i can be where none will ever go a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples paranoias of technology and phishing scams cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal years of work not backed up lumpy lessons served with lemon aid just go surf and see the game do the pieces fit of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase inter net hacked shut down? something to think about for you!!
Bottled up and masqueraded with a most intricate calligraphy, She presses her fingers to the transparent glass That is stained with liquid murmurings of devotion; They leak and trickle from her agonized, exhausted soul. Droplets of the luminous condensation shudder, quiver With each dull pulsation of her dusty heart; Its pieces, finer than sugar, dissolve within the mercury of her dying affection. She is abandoned, left to not-quite-suffocate until the shards may crystallize once more. The sea of desolation tosses and tumbles her bottle tumultuously, Dark haze twines—sheik and smoky, iridescent and remorseful— Like the soft exhales of a candle's breath around the paper-thin glass of her confines. But the heavenly aura of the horizon peaks through shyly, Offering a serene and shining reminder that this turmoil will someday conclude; She will no longer require the armor of her delicate, yet fiercely protective bottle. And so, although confounded by the paradox proportions of her situation, The midnight-tinged script within her carries a message awaiting discovery.
Everyone's gone... There's no one to look up to...not one... Not one will be kind enough To look down and attempt to help me... Everyone's gone... I'm beneath the debris There's no one there to save me... I'm left to my own misery Everyone's gone... I guess I'll find my way out of this maze Without any clues I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me Everyone's gone I'm dealing with so much trauma I'm watching for any signs of support... Hear my echoes of pain... It drives me insane... Catch me before I fall off the cliff... Everyone's gone I'm all skin and bones I'm trapped like a hunted animal The predator took a bite into me... Don't just watch me suffer... Deserted in this lonesome state Everyone's gone I'm kicked around like a soccer ball Hear me as I call... Help me to stand tall Help me... Reach up to the sky To feel the coolness seep through me Help me... To be inspired to write more uplifting songs Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye Help me... Forgive me for all of my wrongs... Everyone's gone I'm a screwed-up building I need you to be my backbone Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier About to enter another horrifying war Support me today... And stick with me tomorrow! I want to let go of the past memories... Scaring away my happy moments and delights I want to smear away the blasphemies… Obliterating my blissful days and nights Everyone's gone... There's no one to depend on...not one... Not one will be brave enough To look down and attempt to help me... Everyone's gone... I'm beneath the city There's no one to show me the jolly sun... I'm left to my own misery Everyone's gone... Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare Without any clues I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear
Its not like I asked for this It's something else besides But knowing there is no way out Just tears me up inside. It's like suffocation Like drowning on dry land Impossible, not really On my knees for I cannot stand You make promises and break them all Crush them into dust Moving on isn't helping To just leave things in the past Burnt down to ashes, black and cold Another day goes by Another day in which I mean naught Left on low, not on high I do not beg for this torture To be left out on my own But you make it seem like that's what I want And again I'm left alone One day you'll pay the price for this And regret it everyday You deserved it for what you've done And that's all I have to say You make is sound like it hurts you more That you're the victim here Truth is you stand by and watch me cry And seem not to even care
My intentions are never to misguide you, nor to judge you.. My ambition is clearly to enlighten you, brighten you, hold the stars so close that it feels like they can ignite you...Spontaneous, never erroneous, like 4 leaf clover with a hint of some fairy dust....it surely must not be enough, because you stand as if empowerment was man? your eyes lack sincerity that can be scattered among the land, just so that it could be proven, but what is life breathing having anything to do with, your character, your inherited nature, your mind of a million thoughts untamed and ungrateful? bastards or his children, we all are forgiven. life is not a game there is a reason that its given. though you blind creatures can be easily deceived and tossed to the wolves where not a seed is less treated.. Equality is universal: not spiritual nor commercial, facts are like blood, once it leaves you it hurts you.. The soul is beyond minds read, we cannot fathom nor conceive. but our virtues are still, so for this time we shall believe.
Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! . . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.
Endless White, billowed dreams of squatting men, I stretch out to grasp an insubstantial floating sky, A fluffy purgatory, a Grayscale cycle revolves again Forever out of reach, I extend arms, choosing to fly.
I'm sitting, drinking a few beers and thinking, Wondering why, my soul seems to be shrinking, I'm trying to link this life, all together, But I never seem to solve this most cryptic endeavor! I've got so far! Do I really have to wait? It's late, and I really hate to be a burden mate, But I get frustrated, is there nothing I can do, To make time go faster.. honestly, I can help you! What do we need? Mankind must decide, We need one vision.. to which we're all allied, One side, one truth to what's right and wrong, We know what's going on.. it's time for us to get along! I know the truth, I'm not afriad to say! Whilst I am still around, they will not win the day. My mind is too quick, too slick, fast and thick, When they lay it on the line, it will be soo tradgic! So now I hold on, focus.. and stay strong, Wondering why, it all, had to go wrong, All I really want, is the best I can achieve, Just please leave me to my thoughts.. finding out what I believe.
I don't know where to start When I look around me, I see myself slipping and falling apart I'm drifting… I'm falling away into the dark I'm dealing with stress...and now I hear the dog bark… My eyes open like corridors... my life is a curse When I try to ignore the chaos... the dilemma gets worse and worse I'm failing... I'm yearning for peace to rebuild my courage I'm marinated in turmoil...and I'm close to my breakage Driven insane… I'm wide awake… recollecting my thoughts I'm backing away from any danger coming my way You tossed me in the drain… I'm resting… trying to untangle the knots Overpowering pain… but now I'm losing control… But I'll stop writing today . . .. . .. . .
The lights flicker on and off The end of the world was naught There was a time of love But then it disappeared Because all wished for an end that was near Dear one, would you ever listen to me? I used to cry all night Thinking that you wouldn't Do you see the misery? Do you see the tears spring from my heart? Do you understand the words that I utter? Haven't you heard the world is naught? It feels like everyone around me has lost the battle Because there was no side to take this time Everyone fell into temptation And all humiliation was brought upon the Griffin's claw A state of bewilderment filled the air And all we ever heard were words That would never sink in And that's when sin crawled in Nevertheless we watched it crawl and creep Like a snake twisting and turning on the hills He was under and over all of us Everywhere we felt the pangs of depression Because somehow the words coming through Could not heal what the snake had burrowed The people gathered together Trying to figure out all that had happened Somehow they all knew what was to come Soon they would figure out what lies ahead And what lies ahead is forever known by One The disdain reigned upon the earth Never to be seen by those of mirth And we all wait We keep waiting And my heart and body is shaking The world is coming to an end Its quaking Its over its over Tonight we must fight for our rights But the rights are not clear And they sear Hope is out of sight Everyone is gathering up fear That's all we ever did When we came together The fear accumulating in frail weather We tore us all down And one by one All smiles turned into a frown We were wearing the death crown And everyone around us looking our way Directed us down And the words sprung into light Dandelions fly above our heads No one catches this knowledge We're on edge Always up, never down --Another collab with my brother David. : )
Leaning towards you Over the shining shade Very quiet, very dim Ethereal men look for their gods Gods that take you nowhere One by One they fade away Defying their lives, glorifying their ghosts Obliterate Revenge Divulge Illicit Exit
Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul. Now known only as one! Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one, It is your final fantasy to live again! Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love, Life of life has just begun! The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within. It is your final fantasy to finally begin! Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one's destiny, Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought! A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye, Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need! It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade. Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove. Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you've caught. Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within, You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong. It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made. Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time! Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you! Fly away with me, but only for a moment. Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized! It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew. Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity. Harvest your life moment by moment, Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew. Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air. It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of you! Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek. Life of life has finally just begun! Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around, The loss of control is the loss that you will gain! It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight. Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong! Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity's strength. They find the treasures you've always sought but have never found. Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of light!
When we're standing worlds apart our world apart, hear my heart when we're feeling worlds away in a world of gray, hear me pray when our thoughts are clear and quiet intervene and shake me violent it drives me crazy, aura goes hazy my love buzz encircles a putrid hatred in a rare moment I turn to face it Negative space turned much more of use consisting of years of self abuse maybe my looking glass has grown obtuse I often cry in a state of muse at the shame of my disarray the distance is closing yet your a world away Now I've grown so tired and weary I only hope that someone hears me if they hear me, will they understand how tough it is to walk hand in hand with love and hate, polar extremes they grow together, or so it seems they can both make for bitter screams and be the death of finer things leave the imagination for desire a beam of hope to be aspired I proudly wear my crown of thorns for each thorn bears a lesson learned each lesson comes with a sad story each would not exist, if not but for me I am not me, without my crown and the negative space all around that in total becomes the all seeing eye a positive outlook on the world that's mine
How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness what lies within my heart to plainly speak But raised was I upon a planets prison and to will of others made was I a slave with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating the road to fear of man did abuse pave I want to run barefoot on green grass carpets and prowl the mountain ranges like a cat wing my way upon the trails ridges and know no violence will me to attack Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living I've escaped intent and accidents of chance like those who consider all unforeseen occurrence that the unwary can be caught by circumstance I've made my way this far only by reason four reasons gave the choice for me to live I've had no time to consider my emotion nor thought about a need for love did give I've given vent to mans neglect and violence for no different do I find inself my own when I look at the reflection in the mirror no change to our past can we atone All those who consider justice and affliction the pathways of thought and all her tracks many millennia's of history have we written the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks The ever present war within our nature affected by our fight or flight of reason the stake to posterity is high and costly far to often we are weak to logics treason For all have fallen down before true glory not a single one hasn't failed his own thought for everyone has placed for himself standards and in his own failures is he caught For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power in the cosmos is ordered laws that we can see but not one single human who is existing can keep the perfection of Love flawlessly So occasionally I will have to ask for your forgiveness and hope you love enough to set me free for even if I think I might know better I have found in all of us this frailty I want to tell you I am stronger when you are near me I have found in you something that in myself I lack I never knew that getting any closer would provide the desire to return back COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
I do not know the ways of Life from birth been shown violence and strife a mothers embrace was I rarely shown childhood affection have I not known At age of three from family outcast neglect and hazards uncertainty my past from even those who attempted to care I was prevented from being their share Been a difficult road since I was a child to comprehend nature that's tender and mild the one who with joy greets you each day who shows you life's wonders in every way Been a slave to the mean and the cruel where retaliation is an everyday tool looking for punishment and never for peace from your mistakes are never released What surprises most in the places I've dwelt those who use truth like a leather belt the book is addressed to you and your brother decisions for life made by you not another I place before you this day life and death unceasing wonders or that which takes your breath but you are the only one who can choose to love your brother the ways of death lose From men expect duplications of past where religions are formed his desires unmask if you use men as your standard of measure only one man had its fullness of treasure There is only one standard only one true the fullness of Love you must learn to do I am the you addressed in the book I am the one for its meanings must look I must apply its sayings to me set the example in everyway be those who needed his comfort for whom he cared demonstrated a love no others had dared Mankind as a book one he only could read see his intentions and what was his need knew how to lift them water the seed to develop his justice eliminate greed It's difficult for man to learn how to wait takes time to learn love get rid of hate even in this my frustrations well known I want it all instantly the lessons unshown I know it's me you're trying to teach I know it's me you're trying to reach I'm difficult stubborn from men shut my ears from cruel reverberations one everyday hears It takes time to digest where thoughts run deep to assimilate its message its directions keep apply every learning with consummate skill where all of its quality our hearts do fill So again I do share a small reflection considerations of Life to good its subjection one hopes the aim for the target to mark can be no achievement without standards to hark COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
when downcast eyes slip clear drip down past drop sodium waste of gain slip fast and tunnel vision like deathbed follows censors diffusing to wind reality diffuses to senses and amazingly even then the chest loosens and warmth fills the shoulders a frown one eighties the embrace is over 'cause it all gets better eventually
Take my heart and let it beat Till it's last try. Take my smile and let it shine Till it dies. Till it's last try, The world will fight. Till it dies, The sun will bite. The world will fight With all it has. The sum will bite Back the night. With all it has This star has fought Back the night To win the war of life. This star had fought Till its death To win the war of life. To say the least. Till it's death, Take my smile and let it shine. To say the least, Take my heart and let it beat.
...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I'm stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart's virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I'm smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You're imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception
I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start. This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist. A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.
For the first time in my life I am silenced by sorrow. Questions go unspoken. Answers remain unknown. Fearing the brutality of the darkness I hide. If I refuse to look too closely will this still be true tomorrow? Will you still have suffered as you did? Could I plunge my hand of friendship through the tar-like darkness of your world to bring you light? Can you see the way out or must I light a thousand candles to ignite that part of you that believes life can be wonderful? With the first strike of the match.... I offer you a glimmer of hope. I'll start lighting those candles now and I won't stop until you see it.
what if there was no religion? what if we spent Sunday mornings in a park, not in a church? what if people gave out encyclopedias, not bibles? what if instead of fighting over our beliefs, we celebrated our uncertainty? what if instead of blind faith, we had insightful curiosity? what if instead of religious conviction, we had rational perception? what if our morals were shaped from real life experience, not from a book? what if people were proactive with their concern, and did not pray? what if love was unconditional, not contingent? what if you had freedom, not a plan? what if people were good, because they are good, not because they are afraid to be bad? what if people did crazy things because they are crazy, not because they are raised crazy? what if earth is just lucky to be here, and is not made for you? what if we lived our life, on our own terms? would that be so bad?
Finally found the perfect prelude to this previous piece... She never learns the lesson Not to dance under the moon With all the stars applauding Her nakedness Her thirst, her insane laughter And getting drunk On the flashes of lightning At midnight Nothing Back A siren, you are my love, You call men to their doom... their destiny? I blame you not... for a mortal cannot rule the mythical. I was almost held to your spell... If I had not knotted myself to the mast. You promise an' take everything, But nothing in return do you offer. The sweet songs you weave... Call to me.... As if I were the only one. To see people for who they are... Is the only way i can live.... and give. Goodbye, my Siren,..... goodbye?
When I heard you were in the hospital it all became so clear. I better take advantage of the time while you are here. We need to see eachother and find a common ground. It's taken over twenty years for you to come around. We've wasted our whole lifetime There's so much we don't know. I doubt you know my favorite song or favorite t.v. show. You say you've quit the smoking. I fear it will not last. If you don't take this seriously You'll just repeat the past. I'm begging you sincerely. You say you'll be my mother. To do this may take all you have. Unlike you, I have no other. You have two other daughters To step into my place. You are my only mother and you cannot be replaced.
The iciness of autumn's conditions Intrudes my soul As another day shoves the night away… The heaviness of my past decisions Bangs at my skull As another day departed from light… The chilliness deep inside Bloated my mind As another sorrow comes to stay… Another day is gone And my soul yearns for a brighter day Another night has arrived The diseased weather came rolling in As another nightfall escaped the light… I waited for the daylight But unfortunately…it was done bringing forth light So… another upbeat day dies away Could there just be a day That I'll experience true ecstasy in my life? Will I see it melt the autumn's conditions Before it intrudes my soul again?
It was once a matter of clairvoyance a search beneath the skin rewarded with the tranquility of knowledge beyond sense Grievances revered as models of understanding and true compassion But ebb and flow are not without consequence and the appearance called time an undisciplined foe Man then left as beast to devices set in prehistoric motion wondering in the places taken for granted moons earlier if not for perfect machinery misused Crowded now by a guilt pondered in place of the substance for which it was as a means conceived Men so fallen and unable to rise but like a baker's dough slowly as a life rebuilt an end promised therefore as a dream in sight But to reach such heights self-doubt resists preferring rather the gleam and nostalgia and the memory of soldiers bearing higher ranks
all see white I see black, black clouds raining acid rain to the ongoing parade an invisible pinata being swung at by all the mold has cemented cracks have been filled "no way out" says the frightening clown his voice echoing between towers shunning all smiles
What it must be like inside your head, To come to a decision that you are better off dead. To think that there's nowhere life to turn, A peaceful life is all that you yearn. Convinced that talking to family and friends, Will only make matters worse in the end. They don't need to hear your problems, You think they've got their own. But if only you had known. They are there with you through thick and thin Family since your life did begin. They have picked you up when you have fell, So give them the chance now and your problems do tell. There is much more to life than just this way, So please convince your head that you want to live another day. copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.
I once met a young lady who was in severe pain I had no idea that her young life was overwhelmed with such strain sexually abused at a young age from which there was no escape as a result she gave birth to a baby who was a product of rape In a state of utter hopelessness and total despair to the point where of her child she was unable to take care at the end of her rope in the land of the living she had lost her will at which time I then asked her, "did she wanted to be healed?" In order to be healed of the hurt which had penetrated one's heart one needs to desire forgiveness and then seek the counsel of God God can heal your heart and God can soothe your soul If you allow His grace and mercy to be your ultimate goals do you want to be healed from the brokenness and the shame? or do you desire to hold on to the bitterness in life you have attained? People have a tendency to hold on to their hurt they then tend to wear it like a comfortable old shirt It's time to take some responsibility for our own deeds and actions it's time to own up to our decisions, choices and dissatisfaction we need to let go of the painful past as the past can't be changed for that was then and now it's time for our futures to be rearranged do you want to be healed? do you want to be made whole? are you willing to confront your issues in a way that is bold? In order to be healed one needs to be totally aware that you can't move forward if you possess the spirit of fear no more complaining, no more disdaining put your restoration into play so stop abstaining, stop refraining no more reason to delay a man had been crippled for thirty years and more when Jesus came upon him and to him He implored "do you want to be healed?" do you desire be made whole? do you have a need for your life to be in control? Jesus then told that man, "take your mat and walk" away and that man was cured from that very day to get rid of unresolved issues, guilt, bitterness and shame you need to forgive and seek forgiveness in our Lord Jesus' name so cast off your burdens and lay them at the altar of Christ let the power of prayer unload that stuff which is disrupting your life compelled and now connected to God on a spiritual plane allowing the hand of God to take a hold of your pain do you want to be healed? are you ready to be made whole? are you willing to open up and let forgiveness in you unfold?
a true addiction forbidden by the Bible many have consumed many are being consumed moderation of all things
In my fervent heart, You knew I treasured you But you didn't return those tender feelings Just see the fumes arise from the consuming fire Because my wicked desires wasted away into embers I love you…I love you…These feelings are ever so new! I LOVE YOU…I love you…These feelings are always true! You knew I honestly adored you…oh yeah; I always did from the start But you don't consider those mild feelings—you wrecked those bits by bits Ah! Now I'm crammed into the ascending fire, splintering me with the strokes of death Because of my virtuous desires, I'm wasting away into the pit of corruption I thought you were encompassed with my passionate kisses But you wanted to chase after your callous blisses, now I'm faced with crises I detest the thought of adoring you…but I have to admit—I love you! I love you…I love you with all of my heart! Do you love me too? I know the desires that I have constructed for you never occurred in your heart I know in the bottom of my heart that you were only enticed by your sick pleasures You're dumping me into the raging fire and you're a sneaky little liar Because I ain't lying like you do deceitfully to me—I'm in love and I can't draw back my desire You brought magnificence in my eyes, comforting angel But I'm subsiding into the cavernous fire Because I surrender to my legit desire How could I free from the embrace that yanks on to me? You brighten up my dreams and set me free from reality's calamity I love you…I love you…These feeling relieve me from the blue! I LOVE YOU…I love you…I adore your every existence—do you get the clue? You knew I kept this feeling inside for so long Nevertheless, I feel that I belong In your heart…In His heart… In my heart…we'll never depart! You are my true endeavor And I wanna win your heart forever! You'll always be loved because you're above beautiful But, you don't believe this love will survive in this stranded palace But I'll attempt to win you with all of my might and I'll defeat the malice Our boundless love is like two fireflies floating in the midnight sky But you disturbed our greetings and you didn't even accept the feelings I felt for you Why did you blow away our interweaved feelings of passion And blew them away into the heartless fire? My precious love, why did you diminish my eternal desire? You knew I worshiped you In my sensitive heart
From tots barely walking unaware of life's fears. To the rich in spirit and full of years. A bright torch, now extinguished……results in tears. For blood, friends, and neighbors raw unchecked emotions surface……love, guilt, hate, anger…it's a varied toss. Realizing you will never contact, hear, or see your loved one again, only deepens the emotional loss. Do what you gotta do, to make it through. Forgive yourself….if need be seek professional help, beats wearing a strait jacket long sleeved. To the living of dearly departed matriarchs, mothers, women rest assured; "A lady always knows when to leave"…..
Everyday when she wakes up she Wishes for the time to stop A lot of changes happened recently, she cries to herself silently. What could be done? A feeling of light but w/o the sun She wanted to change what she has become A sadness that can't be seen by none. One day she saw herself in the mirror She realized that she's created for something more. What can she possibly do? Maybe A promise, but to who? A promise to herself maybe, to change the lifeless girl that she see. And so when she wakes up the next day, she'll never see and feel the same way.
The hand that once caressed my cheek Is now resting on her hip The voice that once hypnotized me No longer speaks my name The eyes that I once gazed into Are now peaking over at me The feelings we had once Are never to be resurrected We once had this closeness That will never be forgotton For there was a time once When we could have had it all Let us never forget Once........
Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.
Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be
stomping to nothing. there is no end, pounding to the core. branches, roots, arms cut from the limbs. to fall from the almighty saw. disposing mountains flat, an army to stampede on all. the grass was too alive, must spread blocks of solid nothing. so the feet can forcefully collide. a machine to destroy any patch that is promised a machine to do as told a machine to implode all the seats are taken but all still admire. running on heavy minds the saying extinct will no longer exist, only a man can project such a word
You have made a choice. You have chosen hatred. In our Heavenly Father, you have chosen not to rejoice. He is who spares the most awful dread. You have chosen to hate me. First it was the "N" word, the Afro comment, and my curly hair. Now you hate me for the religion that I have chosen to be. My faith gives me what is right and fair. I pity you for all your hate. But you made it clear my fate. A Mormon to this date, a Mormon forever. Your rage and hate prove my faith and choice of religion right. Your bigoted hatred I have chosen to fight by giving it light. I want it in everyone's sight. Your rage and hatred is your only boast. But with it you are engrossed. Like you, your rage and hatred are nothing but compost. Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit gives me what I need the most. And for you, that is just too bad so sad.
"Stand tall" is what mom said, But They all know Im hanging from a thin thread. "I want to do this", I tell my friends, But they all think Im doing this to become one of the trends. I want to stand there and give all Ive got, But Im afraid what they'll say,the hole lot. Im shaking and terrified, I dont want this to go on the downside. I want to be told Im good and Great, Cuz I wanna be the schools new update. I might get a few laughing and telling me Im done, but I want to make sure I furfill my mission. I want to show off and thats no lie, I want someone to make me cry. Make me cry cuz I was so good, I want mummy and daddy to know that the room was no deadhood. I want to make everyone cry, So everyday People would ask me to sing high. Im afraid and that is true, but This is what I have to do.
The Russian healer, who once kissed me in a New York restaurant bathroom, pulls me aside after meditation class and tells me I am broken, My voice and words, Lift and fall, halt and rush, Peppered with question marks or blank doubt, When I debated another student that Psychotherapy can help people as much as numerology Apparently, I am driving down the road of life, Without a map or GPS, I am lost and tripping over myself, Wandering in infinite circles, But, HE CAN HELP ME, By offering affirmations, meditations, Hands-on healing where he channels Godly Light and goodness that can glue, sew, nail My fractured soul, low self-esteem, inconstant faith Back together (for a fee of $125 per session). Maybe he can, I see the earnestness of his sky blue eyes Illuminated by the street light overhead. And, if I believe, truly surrender, It could possibly work. I nod and listen and question, and then tell him I have to meet someone for dinner, Walking away, I ponder how my psyche can be so shattered When I am starting to feel whole.
To whit to be caught between two brothers and become the sport of many others She kept her heart from loving true but not from the damage passing through Oh twice spent the beauties coin did deliberate vengence to purloin thought knowingly did enter door in spite she cast them to the floor Though twas for couple it's own collusion the device and trap it's own illusion the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave Twas the story carried in her mind her face to others she wished were blind and with ones sight to look upon her heart to know in violence was her start She thought those sins would ever last or to shake the paths of her past in her fears her heart down cast she did not know to forgiveness ask Unable to differentiate between love and need or if womans desire was only greed If man looks upon her with his smile is he looking for love or just another trial She asks those questions to this day must there be violence to graveyard pay for many men have forced their way in their behavior did have no say COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Tragedy has stricken and lives are shaken, Loss and damage, precious life is taken. Yet through positive energy, sweat and tears, These two lovers overcome their fears. Chuckles and Gryphon have conquered the foul, Soaring high like the graceful hawk owl. Though their lives were torn asunder, They persevered the trials, never going under! Together they stand, strong and devoted, As friends look on, their trials noted. Strength has been given, and strength received, Through it all, they always believed. To them we sing praises and look upon, Their elegance and beauty as the prettiest of swans'. Their energy is what we shall all aspire, For in their anguish they still Inspire!
I'm a poet of life, so read if you dare. But let me forewarn you, you're in for a scare. For I don't see life, for the light it portrays. I see life in the dark, and the lives it betrays. In the shadows lurk demons, and creatures so cold. Their deeds have been hidden, their stories untold. They work with great force, tearing out heart and soul. Once they've torn you apart, you become a dark hole. Choking the world, deep down in your chamber. Pulling lives in, to drown in your anger. I'll show you the depths, of your hurt and your sorrow. And drown out all hopes, for a better tomorrow. Cause this world isn't rainbows, sunshine and butterflies. It's cruelty and beasts, darkness and lies. So continue the path, that you're so blindly walking. For ignorance is bliss, and there's no use in gawking. But once at the end, of your sick twisted trail. You'll find you've grown weak, corrupted and frail. And then in that moment, you're mine for the taking. As fear settles in, your bones begin shaking. I'll show you no mercy, for my heart's cold and gritty. Though caring and kind, I'm void of all pity. I've grown harsh and abrasive, in the years that have past. And do all that I can, to ensure I laugh last. I won't let this world, bring me down to its level. I'll never succumb, or give in to the Devil. Corruption surrounds me, I walk a thin line. Between righteous and evil, but I'm doing just fine. I hold strong to my faith, as I punish the wicked. I unleash all my anger, on the damned and convicted. In these dark times it is hard, to define what is right. But my only intention, is to fight the good fight. It's not that I want, to send others to hell. I just want to ensure, that our future sits well. So my hands stained with blood, drag me through each cold day. And my boots caked with mud, stomp them down, where they lay. While they gaze up upon me, as their heart slowly dies. I sit patiently waiting, 'til the light leaves their eyes. Then I assure them, that they'll soon find their place. If God grants them mercy, they'll be saved by grace. For this life my dear friends, is a gauntlet we run. And we're all lost and roaming, beneath the great sun. But remember that God, cares not what you've done. So long as good deeds, shape who you become...
Our inner secrets Remain hidden behind fog We show facets of ourselves Like diamond ice crystals Trickling streams of our souls Dripping from cracked dam walls We walk through crowds Burying the inner turmoil Of our white water souls Behind hollow smiles Our emotions heavy like mist On a black-water lake Looking up for inspiration On fluffy white clouds The warm summer rain Droplets become a prism Forming rainbows The colors sprayed Throughout the sky A projected picture of hope Washing away the darkness We hope that someone Would find our Message in a bottle Or read between the lines Of that ripple The waves radiating out Like barriers to our strife Why do we lose ourselves in this ocean called life?
Let love fly = With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night's storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time's each turn. The bird's soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
There's a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears, arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space, life isn't a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself. Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall, no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track, in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won't help you grow. And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it's alright, because looking back won't help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, because you are only born once, and you only die once, but it's what you do between the two that makes you awesome.
A man is judged not by his fall, but how he rises up. Examples come not from the heights, but from adversity's cup. The strength we gain while fallen down is what our child perceives. The transparent heart acquired from pain reveals what we believe. A common man will fold his hand. His honor, in pity, dies. But men of strength will rise again, through faith in God on High. Burdens found, in fires walked through, to God is very clear; Trust Him to stand in midst of trials for strength to persevere. Tho eyes will see and ears will hear, our failures worn on sleeves, The test is how we demonstrate that which we believe. The test of faith cannot be won while we are walking tall; But only as our life is crushed and on our face and small. Wisdom's truth will not be found, nor can it be discerned, Except with trials and failures lived, unveiling what we learn. Beware the tests that follow trials, from which you stand or run. How you rise above the fire... is who your child becomes.
Art is art is Art, and as such it will be confrontational to someone, and will at some point in it's existence, piss someone off every minute of the day ( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)
Glimpse of Light When sorrow and pain set in, And storms came all of a sudden Surely a glimpse of light rays Because Jesus is on our way!
Amidst the rising smog, the pulsing red lights, and the sound of horns and swearing, I collide with enlightenment.
are you a woman with a forgiving heart? do you follow and adhere to the word of God? are you a one who can forgive and forget? are you in tune with the Holy Spirit? commit your ways to the Lord and trust in Him to do and He will then make your righteousness coming shining through be still before the Lord and patiently on Him just wait it's not about walking by sight it's about walking by faith so where do you begin? how do you start? to become a woman with a forgiving heart? start by letting go of the malice and bitterness that you've obtained forgive all those who have caused you in life some strain rise above the pettiness and unloose the grudge lay it at God's altar as only He has the right to judge commit to a relationship with God and in Him just trust it's not an option but an absolute must so how do you become a woman with a forgiving heart? what is it that you must do on your part? you need to get your house in order and to God submit to be healed and then cleansed by the power of the Holy Spirit with a willingness to bear with others and put your grievances to the side in the name of Jesus let His holiness in you now reside the way to become a woman with a forgiving heart is to be a committed and delightful disciple fulfilled with the love of God
Eruption, This haunting Terrorizing emotion This cord This ethereal torment Claws scraping Twisted biceps lurch my vessel forward Tattered feet scraping hardened earth An Emotional void Refusing to bring this convulsing shell This once dormant child To his desire, And this taught life line would draw on Till one day The scraping pain rose in protestation Too short was the cord Too mad was its lord Fate and its twisted lover time Rose did this merciless oppressor Its rocky assault upon my person This mountain of fortitude, firm stone resolve, No Its uneven surface whispers through my shredded fingertips No The blood trickling down these jagged scars would cry But this smoldering volcano Hears not the terror in the voices around It hears only the vibration of the cord Waves of craze It hears through them a whisper, a cry, of yearning of longing Through the mountain And to the lush beyond: A haven, obsession for greed And anchored is the cord In a maiden Sleeping lazily under the shade of the mountain, caressed by my tormented breath Her heavenly winds This cord that urges at this volcano This mountain that denies a cascade of burning will This rocky cage that guards salvation The things craved the most Torment the most For man shall live to conquer mountains, for maidens or for fame For completion. © Samir Georges 2009
There's a demon in my closest that will not go away. He speaks to me quite often and says he's going to stay. He questions all my thinking and makes me change my mind. He turns my thoughts from positive to quite a different kind. The demon in my closet I think has sprouted wings. For even when I'm away from home he wants to do bad things. The things he wants are devious and never for the good He darkens moods and consciousness. He'd take over if he could. The demon in my closet lives on from darker days He used to have more power within my bitter drunken haze His taunting of my effort to be a better man Tries confusing all my thinking in every way he can. I will always fight the demon. He will never conquer me How the battle ends is still quite hard to see But light wins over darkness I think that is always so This demon in my closet one day I'll force to go. Charlie Milne
SIX PACK TO GO Show me a boxcar with an open door, give me a six pack to go. I don't need the good life hangin round no more, give me a six pack to go. Show me a freight train that's about to leave give me a six pack to go; I don't need the good life, tuggin at my sleeve, I just need a six pack to go. I don't need no brand new, shiny Cadillac, I don't need a girl unless she's layin on her back, when my maker calls me, from this life I know, I don't wanta leave 'less I got a six pack to go.
Dark, departing clouds waved their last goodbye My smile transcends and then…descends Brought down by unexpected departure This weather stays with me for a while But, with my trustworthy friends by my side, They'll encourage me to move on—even if I'm sunk deep with regret At least I have some numbers to dial! Anguish once again reigns upon my mind With God always by my side, He'll clear my pathway and renew my frame of mind I could pray for a bright future to rely on… While I wait till the weather's completely gone
Tide black By the night they haul the black canisters, surreptitiously, stealthily they move midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking. They say take care. "Take care?" yes, the death is hot to handle, fragile; a leak may emit unstable danger. "Take care?" yes, they will. With care they will throw the toxic wastes into the river flowing beside the place, the factory, beside the barbwire fence. Haul those poisons and dump them in the stream, caring not to spill on their own yard. They cannot see the stream has changed the direction it is coming towards their home= © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I am not related to tomorrows, Severed from them I am related to my yesterdays The suffered realites Do not trust the future. Passing through the endless period of grimness, I have owned them. Absence of miseries Is not the culmination of the anguish. Painful past, More known, more intimate is acceptable I am afraid of the future, The unknown tomorrow.
There's a light in your eyes… (3) There's a shimmering light I'm gazing dreamily at your sparkling eyes I can taste a smile creeping in…it's such a surprise I'm staring longingly at your glistening eyes I can feel a grin flaring up…you're my exquisite prize There's a light in your eyes… (3) You absorbed me with your highs… (2) And the wind whirls and sighs There's a night shunning out your eyes… (2) You disobeyed me with your lies… And my spirit drifts away and dies You fought my battles for me relentlessly…I'm overflowing with jollity You lead me to your heart's desire and it made me cheery and teary You shot the predator chasing after me; you are my heroic hero You nurtured me with your affection and wiped away the sorrow There's an angel in your eyes… (3) You gather up your joy…floating away gleefully There's a DEMON in your eyes… (2) You wave your farewells as your innocence dies dreadfully I'm peeking at your heart…Will I find our love pulsating with gratitude and vigor? I can sense a warm feeling digging in; you grant me your tranquil, hopeful favor I'm memorizing your voice…Will I ever experience your boldness and victory? I can smell a soothing aroma seeping out; you are hovering like angels elevating with glory There's a light in your eyes Your happiness glides I can feel it when you signal your goodbyes Your shadiness subsides There's an eccentric beam bursting in your eyes Your ruefulness hides I can sense it when you vomit your lies Your betrayal shredding your insides There's a storm stroking your eyes There's a storm obliterating your eyes! But, I still sense your light dancing in your eyes There's a light abolishing your joy that I yearn in my heart There's a night blotching the luminous light exploding in your eyes There's a delight bestowing joy that has torn me apart There's a plight that interrupted our time together…we shall depart
(For all those loved Alzheimer's victims. For my dear Aunt Zela and my own incredible mother and for me.) Two blind trailing stockings dear and mismatched earings in your ears Fire up the blinchiki as we belong to purity Never lose your necklace key or try to play on sympathy But always wear your underwear and never steal and never swear. Dress me as a bumble bee Cause I love you and you love me. The rest of them can fall for free as cherries from a cherry tree. Will you won't you please remember Don't wear shorts it is December Don't put on two pairs of stockings just to go out wandering walking Don't wear one on one leg dangling and leave the other sadly hanging Don't you cry or suffer loudly You've lost your mind but not your body. Don't forget I love you so and no one here could ever know Once you've broken in my heart We're one and one-we never part. So rest it easy now my dear and never cry and never fear. I love you and you love me and that's the way it'll always be
Your merciful punches from which there is no escape, Your horrid jibes I just have to sit and take. Your constant bullying into things I don't want to do, Your relentless harrasment, I don't want to ever be like you! Your evil games, I don't want to play, Your promise of torture if I ever dared to say. Shallow and selfish, tortured and unloved. I'm just your little plaything, something you have control off. But no more will I take the punches or soak up all your words. No more will I put up with your harrasment or your secrets keep. I am no longer your plaything! I am now taking my life back!
I could trace back in the past Since my disorganized mind can't handle all of the excitement I feel an urge to discover something new, but what's there to dig up? I could explore a new terrain...but my mind can't keep up I feel like traveling back in time Perhaps I could have one more chance to change my past decisions But it's just my imagination...soaked up in grubby grime The unbearable sense of impoverishment...ruins my ambitions
A poet without a rhyme A victim without a crime Living life day to day Too afraid to enter the fray But I see a subtle hope Amidst the chaos lies a rope Waiting to pull me away But to reach it I must enter the fray And see my life past each day Past each attack and crime And live my life by the rhythm of the rhyme
Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces . Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost , trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases" ... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost". scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces. flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost. Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ... Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed. ... Why just imagine , All times // All places ... Daydream reality clearly embossed by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ... Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted. All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .
I'm a child in heart I'm sensitive, So don't misuse it I'm God's special child I need to respect My zealous Father I need to honor Him With my young heart, I pray for freedom How awesome are Your deeds? Relieve my heart's ache Help me escape From the darkened pit I can be active And beat that race I'm on God's good side God's mercy Aids me in times of trouble I appreciate His consideration He fulfills me with elation
How we ever change And then suddenly—revert to the old way Without thought of the previous inspiration! Without the drive we once possessed—the revelation! Back into the rut of Comfort's firm grasp Loving the feeling of actually being trapped! But soon the drive returns again And the rut is never easily ignored How we painstakingly change! Yet so quickly return to our old way For a moment utterly forgetting all effort And remembering again the soft sway of Comfort
She's constantly a dreamer, Fantasy is where she lives, Reality is non existant to her, If only she could see. She only cares about superficial things, Popularity is her sport, Boyfriends are the cheerleaders, If only she could see. Her mind is put to waste, A head as empty as a flower pot, Education is lost on her, If only she could see. She makes fun of the "weirdos", She cannot stand the "geeks", But those "geeks" are worth knowing, If only she could see. The world is 3-D, It has depth underneath, There is beauty under the surface, If only she could see. Beauty is not just skin deep, It runss all the way through, It's not just looks that matter, It's how you think and see.
I hate the words when I can not touch them I love life more than I can say This is the reason why I tried to seduce Poetry But she was a whore Dressed like a slut Eating like a horse And talking like... me I saw Her walking in the streets She never noticed me I eat Her just like I use to eat my brain She never noticed me She was in love with another Man She never knew what love was Because she never had a soul Poetry loves in a porn way She gives everything Because she do not have to give Anything
Guilty party Alcohol companies and those responsible for that product being targeted to the youth put my name in your will I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer in the amounts that you leave me and the message you leave me with the way you care to swallow your footsteps you've left behind Cigarette companies and those who advertise for them put my name in your will find it for a way make it an amends to the past present and future I will find a way with your amounts given to me to swallow you down to choke you out from beyond the grave Porn companies porn stars all those who think I don't have a black file and i'm just some ghetto wizard and maybe a gullible god put my name in your will pay off your debt how you have tarnished tainted mankind's image All those building weapons of mass destruction welcome to Gabrielles dance joining those greedy people going to hell And this is also for those with the power to send people to war wether you crawled for me or not put my name in your will find a message for me to carry out with your money to choke you out to tear you out of reality with your money you will leave me a better way This is the list This is my tithe, pay it well don't think i don't have a list and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars Light in the darkness may hunt you down poisoning the well you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing nailing martyrs to the past i have the list you pay the tithe and we'll see your historical wills! Let's not leave out those making drug abuse seem good put my name in your will and a metaphor for a prayer to tear your shadow into holes all you thugs and druglords who think theyve escaped the lists thats my biggest trick put my name in your will pay my tithe swallow this omen to set the future right put my name in your will I might claim some of your hard earned dreams you've stolen from the innocent of radiostations and entertainment I might claim a method to the madness of counterintelligence I just might one day be the name used when someone is stalking you You whisper my name you say my name put my name in your will make your amends in your death you threw everything and everybody away in your life one way or another someone gets the last laugh wether your soul gets revenge or you question mine You are a name a number a disguise configured found and discovered on satelite and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf
Bad luck could hit hard… It's difficult to catch a flash of glory… Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin It's tricky to snatch eternal glee… I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not I want to grant you success…or I'll let God work His magic I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized… Be strengthened and have self-reliance I prey upon confidence… I pray for your dreams to fall into place… I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… OUT OF THIS MESS… Suffocating me in harsh distress… Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope We are fading… we're fragments Escalating ferociously… It's almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times… Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin The most difficult part of living is… Dealing with the outrageous crimes Bad luck Is totally a morbid result in life's situations… I believe that you could endure The catastrophe that burnt up your Last drop of courage… What a tragedy you turned out to be… Your morbid luck drained out your bliss And inflated you with squalid misery… Your morbid luck dragged you Into the abyss………
the day the world buys new shoes I will run away when everyone keeps freaking out here it is i always stay make your decision wisely as my free will is surrendered to mankind in a sense to experience god a simple word a simple soul can tell you its time to go a simple hint my friend their on my feet i will not freak for you to stay where you are but offer the world a better shoe and see if it runs away with me
SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM Abbreviated by an early autumn night the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun, relented to September, as if dying might give reason to all things the heat and time has done; The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust, and water tables sink down to a new found low, but love always goes on, as love, it always must, through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go. There in the field, an old man points his maple cane as if a prophesy, and something we should know, always, always, always, there will be too much rain, or not enough, and only love can ever grow. There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan, up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow; and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than the fences seperating everything we know; and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze, there's little we can do, but hope for early spring, always, always, always, we fall down to our knees in love and prayer that times like this always will bring. Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much, for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky, and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch, excepting love, and that is all that gets us by. Always, always, always, love has to always be, though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain, though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe, if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.
SSRI's and I ... ... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking, like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling, worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out, the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout, dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat, caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat. I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude, feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles, crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...
I'd like to write poems beat red. Like the color of my face when white spit foams the lips. I'd like an utterly violent embrace. No pretense, nothing dishonest about this undoctored rage. Hold nothing back, let it all go, tear off clothes, and punch the walls. I'd like my poems to be suicidal. Willing to jump off the Golden Gate, overdose on sleeping pills, a Black and Decker drill to the skull. At least then I will have killed for complete love of the poem.
Help. Wish for it all you want, its not coming, you are all alone. Ache. The feeling inside your heart you can do nothing about with the fear you've shown. Scream. Is what you feel like doing but no noise comes out, 'cause the pain is too much, isn't it? Helpless. You've made yourself this way. Painfully anxious about what is ahead of me. . . I am this. Myself. Is who I have to blame for everything I have done. Mirror Me. It is my own refection I look to when searching for whose at fault when everything goes wrong. I. Do not hate myself but I am close to who I'd hate to be. Human. Someone who isn't me and will never be the same as me. A break. Give me one, I make mistakes, I'm just one person in a world of hate and I'd rather just be happy.
With spiritual eyes much can be seen that physical eyes cannot As with most of us though... we do not always see with our spiritual eyes For us, we see not far beyond what is ... yet, there is the dream, the dream of more far off The question still lingers in my head... do we stay or do we go? For where we are right now seems like we are stuck in a hole With no possibilities of improvement here displaying angst and no contentment or value So the question arises over and over again do we stay or do we go? Guide us Lord, to where You would have us be and prepare the way before us For without the assurance that You are leading not one step shall be taken on our own Our hearts are disappointed, yet not in despair for we know your timing is not as ours Though we say, we wait on the Lord... with great struggles it is, at times We trust in confidence that You know best and will lead us to what You have for us So in our waiting, as we stumble along, we whimper softly do we stay or do we go?
Puffy faced she looked at me The face she had pulled for many a year She faced the future through half slit eye which couldn't see the truth Ouch it hurt it all made so little sense What was next she dreaded to think After everything she didn't know what life had in store The pain just continued and it never seemed to end She had had enough and didn't know where she should turn The whole cycle was continuing and she didn't know how to make it stop It was getting beyond a joke the longing for something stronger More powerful a connection she knew her place Was the spiritual dwelling and yet to get there was like a second birth And getting there was the pain in the bones which left the long standing ache She wasn't sure where to turn so unsteady the roots on which she was sown The ground shook with uncertainty of an infinite truth and the blessings were Longed to be found The space that kept her apart from him Seemed to never end
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose that train of thought a garden of delight but the problems of tomorrow life will choose I'll have made my decisions life to change like those who swear off a habits lent but when I awake the flesh will rule and for its desire time will be spent I can tie my shoes not even thinking the customs of my fathers not forget every path of life is set before us but living without reasoning I'll regret If I do not reflect upon all history or upon the strand of life I live I'm doomed to failure of its mystery if attention to its standards I not give But so embedded in my body its demands that wars with my minds intelligence though I know of carnalities commands my will power will make light of its pretense So only of my own needs will I seek I'll not consider your life or your duress for I only look upon the man in mirror and of all its lies I'll not confess My focus will be only what I can see its mind not be shaped by what I do for the spirit belonging to the carnal man will never seek or rely upon what's true I will flatter myself and you with praise I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor or to fill what is empty I'll not address With assertions of the common beliefs invoke for upon my peers I lavish jest what's intricate has likely suffered broke for this is why you'll never see my best I plan to fill my life with pleasures song for the universe cares not about my grave there is no such thing as right or wrong so with merriment I choose my road to pave Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense the struggle of its strife too hard to fight I have no shield for all my lacks defense in all of this I've failed my own insight I will speak to you as though I really care but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend because of course all know life's not fair like all actors only my role will I defend So there you have it a nutshell If I do any good at all I'll want its praise for I have set to establish my own glory and to be written on your memory my days source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter Romans 10:3 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Beautiful specter Snow white gleaming feathers, weeps Upon a timber. Looking up the skies Calling her kind, haunting cries She tries over again One wing up in flight The other, limp, disabled No one seems to hear Tired from struggling she rests And dreams to be free. Keeping her wing close All through the night, believing And when the morning wakes Greets the sun with a love song For no fear roams her new heart Then deploys her wings Both, gleaming pure white, extend With a cry of gladness She flew to the sun. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 12.08.09
While enjoying my walk in nature today, Dark thoughts came to me...from far away From our sisters in Africa and the Middle East Who can not even walk this earth in peace In Darfur little Jill went down the hill To fetch a bucket of water Her body was found, she'd been raped, she'd been drowned But there was nobody left to mourn her In Iraq little Jane walked down the lane Hand in hand with her mother When the car bomb exploded a building imploded Leaving them both there to smother In Israel today children at play Ran joyously out in the sun Until a rocket screamed down, impacting the ground Killing every last one. How can it be, we can't simply agree That none of us are being fulfilled When all over the world, women and girls Are being brutalized while their families are killed. Needless to say, we can't turn away, This is a holocaust we just can't ignore Enough with religions and politics and greed Let's end the nightmares in the Middle East and Darfur!
Swamped in feelings, Thinking the true destiny is gone. Fight through the feelings, rend and tear. The swamp threatens to take me under. The dark waters that hold so many secrets, Rise to make me a forgotten whisper. Defeated, drawn in to the waters full of despair and loathing. The water feels cool, thick and dark, masking the pain. I embrace it, feel it course through my mind, taking over. The swamp fills me with what I want, self loathing. To try and feel sorry for the waters would be wrong, why have I been wronged. The waters comfort me in the coolness of their touch. The coolness, that I no longer want, Flames, fire, heat of lust and a way of hope. I break the surface, no longer in the cold. I see the hope, I see the pain. Wash it away. Along with the silt of despair. I am above this, the swamp reaches for me. I vaporize its reach with the flames of self worth. The droplets hit my fiery skin; sizzle as a I burn with disdain. This will no longer bring grief. I am reborn.
Living in the fragment Shards keep me stagnant I'm both plaintiff and defendant Daily tried in my own lament Choices within myself I resent Down on my knees I repent No answers leave me discontent Or are angels ever sent Pulled by the devil so evident Mired in midlife not my intent My poems where I vent Giving and taking advice lent Days slowly pass and there's no dent Lost souls are my life's precedent Sickened by my own ailment Painted with emotions so transparent Love adds to my abandonment Pain penetrates like an insurgent There's no way to circumvent To trust again I'm ambivalent The pleasure of pain coexistent Looked upon as an embarrassment Dreams realized are only a figment My story no one could invent These words written are blood sent Of a life forever being spent Seeking a valid endorsement Blood , sweat, and tears are a requirement For we have to be diligent So all can understand what we meant The life lived unknown as the poet…
What clears the thoughts of grief? Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief? With a sour taste of pride, Your castle has been watered down Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride? My smile has been watered down to a frown Release the tainted spirit Gliding hoarsely in my bones I rudely throw a fit What could get rid of chanting gnomes? Unfold these watered down regrets Fiddling with my migraines Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave Don't you guys have any brains? Am I the only one going insane in the rain? Shame... Negativity swarms in muddied roads You watered down my sprouting growth Your eruption croaking as frightening toads Let your guilt be your oath Let your suffering be sevenfold Roaming from grassland to awful city, I find you rather rude... Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned On this wondrous amount of gratitude Let my suffering take its penalty What clears the thoughts of grief? I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief Check out the fields of crops Once in a while, take a chance to water it down Unroll your generosity Thrive to gather your duty together Take a sip of the wine, A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief Don't return to your old ways, Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down gently Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure I worry this obsession is ominous Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory? The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, rage-stricken and snappy Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops Unroll your generosity towards their needs It only takes a few drops Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt Thrive to gather your duty together So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads tied with stable string Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight down to your chimney top
A time when money rules We can only watch We dream of what we could have been While just burning the clock Don't take life lightly It's never too late You can have a second chance Don't make the mistake You have your solid job That doesn't what makes you tick You move through your life Pretending for the next But you fake the things that really you should mean It's cover for this outside world Just so you don't have to face them You are not forgotten You're not left behind You have the contents And you make your move This life is what you make it Do you want to leave it alone Don't run away from it That's a journey we all know Take what you have Throw all else away There's hope for all others No matter what they say If one could define evil I think one thing we can agree Not performing to your potential Is killing like a mercenary The world keeps us in front of the tube Scared of what might happen How can we view their ads If we're always on the move The world's not strong enough To make these things happen We don't have bad luck It's the propaganda machine Don't let it keep you down You don't have to take it This all cause and affect So be what your meant to be
I went through more than One should at 14 But you went through more than anyone i've met Big words, IVs, horrible sounds Spirochetes & Spinal taps Diagnosis: Blindness When I read it on paper It doesnt seem real And I hope that you're near I want to save you Take the burden onto myself But i can't I'll always Love you For the moments we shared You taught me how to give and to be selfless I love you But i wish it was all a dream And not your reality Every day
Consider our education Take us to school on time so that we'll not miss a fraction of a lesson Could you take that as a responsibility? We need someone to drive us to school It's not the same to ride in the car without you You say you don't have time to consider our requirements It's not the same to ride in the van without you We need someone to bring us to school Consider our requirements Drive us to school on time so that we'll avoid tardy sweeps Take that as your upcoming responsibility!
Deleting - With his finger's tip pressing the right key the photograph deletes, with ease, instantly; no mercy, without hesitating deletes. The face, the reflection, the smile, the moment; the photo which has been a poisonous leaf burning him; the sensation of destruction bursting through his eyes, - the pair of eyes bereft of sleep, benumbed with hatred so dark; becomes erased with a single command. Then he fights with his self, draws thin lines of blood more than a digital photograph could have… The scratches write the word 'no' with some crude tongue. Ah! Forgetting is a lost labor inside of a churning stream. Is he supposed to make the pain of seeing her, his love, now a deleted photograph vanish in a dumb trick of evanescence? Can a simple button delete days and nights or shared wares of life or one day being replaced with another mortal, someone else? No! No! No! He says and tries to refrain the claws of own hatred of himself. In a recycle bin a face still remains freeze in a shared moment. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life But, it's too hard to live this life...this life Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife But, it's too hard to live this life...this life Fight away the monster in my heart Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness Oh God...please forgive me... I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free! Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear But it's too hard to live this life...this life... Fighting back tears...I discover His light I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife And escape from the darkness I look forward to the afterlife When there's no sorrow or pain... When there's no manipulation...no evilness... no violence...no craftiness... Replayed...replayed... Someday...someday That time will come!
She stands facing the ocean, majestic in awe Her tears flooding freely for all that is gone It is the not knowing why, she whispers aloud An emptiness inside she cannot understand She did her best, to be his lover, his friend The crying won't stop, will this ever end She wipes away a tear, a light catches her eye She looks up, it disappears; figures she says She brushes the sand off her trembling body The light reappears and it is a solitude star It is tiny and far, though brilliantly lit She stands up tall and faces the star She asks for guidance, the how and the why The star flashes once, then dimly fades away She pauses and stares, what does this mean This tiny star will guide her to hope She feels this light will carry her far To a place as calm; as the brightly lit star.
Oh when shall You come, To take away the strife, Of everyday life, Which causes great despair, We are awaiting for You to come, But it has been so long! How long shall we wait! Our enemies forsake us! We are moaning in sorrow! We need our Savior to come back! For without Him, ALL is lost, For without Him, there is great despair. - Inspired by Psalm 6 Psalm 6 NIV O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, or discipline me in your wrath. Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am faint. O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O Lord, how long? Turn, O Lord, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love. No on can remember you when he is dead. Who praises you in the grave? I am worn out from groaning; All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Away from me, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping. The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer. All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed; they will turn back in sudden disgrace.
to think he finally found his answer to releif, would only leave pain and greif. to end his own suffering and pain. what would friends and family have to gain? his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations. suicide was not tha answer, if he only knew he shoulda been thankful. what he went through was horrible yes but staying possitive was tha test. everything happens for a reason, to find strength in god to breathe another season. this was not destiny nor fate. he had a whole life ahead of him now its to late. now near a casket they sit at his wake. maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone instead of taking a life in his own home.. Reach out your not alone god has a purpose for all us.....
walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet walking in itself can be an easy task to complete but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life the hurricanes of financial and economic strife the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams but life has a way of going from one to another extreme storms will come into your life at times when you least expect but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat just don't look down and walk without any doubt and know in your heart that God will work it all out when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face walking on troubled waters during the storms of life knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
Sometimes we feel sad in this world as at times it can seem there is no way for us to go, we need to keep our hopes alive with a bright, shining glow and aglimmer so to keep our hopes light and not to grow dimmer through earths dark night. It makes you wonder how we cope with todays problems and troubles are rife and it makes for a rather difficult life. How do some get through the most terrible times how do they bear their distressing grief and sadness such as those what are taking place these days right before our very face. It makes my blood boil and brings disgrace to the human race what is sadly getting more common. If you are wondering what I'm talking of it is the stabbings,killings of people's own children and babies how can they even consider their precious childs life it is something they should love and cherish not to kill them and leave them to perish. It deeply saddens me to see the state of parents who belittle and berate their children poor,defensless children who need love and affection not the pain,and affliction that they recieve, it is shocking what is happening and it seems more often than not that it is occuring and that brings tragic conseqences and heart-ache for the remaining family members it breaks families up and they loose trust and within a family that is a must.
Lovely plummage.... This parrot is dead!!! What's up inside my head? I think my brain has bled, Or of simple sense, not fed How can I defend myself... If my brain is on a shelf, Unused, untasked, unread, That brain is little more than dead, So you prevail yet once more, again From your lofty mental den, As I do crawl away, Hoping sometime will come my day.
Two realities. = "You can never give someone something without losing it, feeling its loss." He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on the currencies quivering in the evening breeze coming down. Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs. The monies disappear soon, like those clever parrots, always alert. He is now my appointed guide; together we enter the verdant density of the immense unknown. From behind, my hotel's verandah tries to keep looking at us through green trees and leaves; at last utterly fails. We come to the ancient cedar with two owls, presently sleeping. A rodent comes out to try to salvage the foods, it has left hearing steps. Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be same 'hide and seek' before the rodent is eaten. We are there. Waiting for a predator as entertainment. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Sometimes you dance, sometimes you sing. Happiness has a nice ring. I know there's something, something deep inside. Let it all out; there's no need to hide. Sometimes you need to cry, let it all out. Give up the words, and just shout!
Ascending on my own Lamenting positively while no one's around Orbiting and subsiding Negotiating with my imaginary ghosts Eager to reach my goals
How can I sleep, with this warfare? All left to weep, in this bomb scare. All hell, is breaking loose. Angels fell, so ready the noose. In this country, we're all to fail. So much animosity, right on our tail. Should we try anarchy, that'll do the trick. It's you and me, we'll make 'em sick. Kick in their heads, rebel to no control. The snake skin sheds, so they'll pay the toll. We'll take on the Fed's, we'll sell our soul. They'll die in their beds, hearts black as coal. What's in style, should we be communists? We'll stand on trial, and read off the list. They'll be in denial, as we chain their wrists. We tried it with peace, but that didn't work. Gunfire will never cease, for Death'll always lurk.
I know I can and will survive the rest of my life, altho had some difficult situations to face that caused much pain and frustration. I have learnt to deal with them and cope and it has made me a stronger person than I ever have been or so it seems. Sometimes I think of all the things I've had to deal with and it often seems unreal now like it was all a dream. I keep my chin up and smile to all I meet I am a happy person and upbeat that is the way I am and love to be as this is who I am this is me. It makes life more barable to be positive and joyful and definatley helps to keep it from be miserable & dull despite lifes problems I can still have a bright outlook and be happy with a giggly smile that makes my life all the more worth while especially when I can spend it with my most trusted friends I love them to the end as on each of them I can depend when my heart needed to mend their love they always send and there to lend a helping hand when I was falling into a deep hole of quick sand figuritvely speaking my friends are my treasure that I will cherish for all time and forever!
Pour fourth your tranquility Show us Your endless glee You're just like a key... Unlocking me free From captivity...closing in on me Shred me like paper... my emotions rip me apart... As...if... I had no point of existing... I'd love to socialize here... But I feel so tarnished Tattered deep inside My emotions Swallow me alive Like a dark, mystical tide Pour me into His delightful cup, Oh GOD! Give me The strength to lift up my fist Shred me like paper... my life doesn't matter You make me cry tears of remorse... Hear it spitter-spatter Upon your rooftops...I wish I could mend your sores The emotions cling on to me... Always by my side I wish it would...just... Subside. . . For they always beg for me To go on a bumpy ride... Sorry...I'd rather hide And seek God's tranquility... I'll remain by His side Hopefully...I'm not denied My future ride Has arrived
Sunlight Cascading Into Flamboyant Shades, Lives emerge and unite in Cacophony. An Eerie silence, a glare and a Ripped feeling, Is this what I Embody and Signify to you?? The Jealousy to Possess the Moments with you, A Vehement resentment on being amalgamated in Crowd. How do you Create Things So Negative Yet So Lovely, That I feel ashamed and snivel at to Share. Never In Life, Have I been so Alienated, A feeling to Reserve all My Thoughts for You. A Thousand Letters, A hug and a Bosom Full of Emotions, Unshared yet Uncluttered. That's How Distances and Time Whisper, Never let these Moments of Boundless Love Trail Away, A Trail that Sketches my Memory. Without that Known Silhouette, Silences Ache up, Winks turn into cold Stares, Flaring upon a Soul's being. A Sudden Shriveled Drop retaliates, Hide the Sorrow, Hide The Moment.. A stare at the Perfect Mirror Rim, Into Those Eyes as I Realize, "I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN"!!!
I feel in this moment every tremble of the Earth. Every consequence of it's freedom, the quakes disaster for moving, the waves erosion of life, the devastation of windy captivity- the scars of light. I am born, and I must again die to be what I am supposed to be. This carriage is not right, I fall inside fold into breaking froths. I don't want to be normal, I want you to be me. I want to be what's right, and for you all to see the pain you cause, just by being the way you are. The ghost is not natural, death is the reasonable. Let me live intended. Let me let me go. I just want to be myself. Let my words breathe your sight, don't you know the hurt of hiding? I want to collapse in hail, swim down mountains and forget everything I ever knew! I want to find the one who will go when it's time, and come back without reason. because I am alive I am not man made. I am oxide continuum and I don't want anything more than the transitions!
If God were to smile upon me as in the days of old If he gentled my step and blessed me with soft spoken reassurances of love— If He were to rise on my behalf with righteous indignation, and only a portion of my enemy's curses smote me and tore at my hard-won peace— If His hedge of protection set boundaries on the evil which walks by day and never sleeps by night— If once more I heard the sweet strains of serenading love calling me forth from my hiding place, and no amount of head lowering could shake this hound of heaven's ardent pursuit: oh! how my heart would stir within, bringing me to my knees in soul submission. I would rise and bestir myself seeking Him whom my soul desires above all others; I would shake the dust of this earth from my feet and making haste would run to meet Him: my soul my darling my lover, once more.
You're not apart from others my friend Nor have you been, by God, forsaken. For in each past lay memories that rend Leaving us depressed with psyche shaken. God alone knows our past, no other man, Though many may know some tiniest part. In attempting to judge us because they can They look past the goodness in our heart. They fail to see that inner part not showing The many things that God has always known. Perhaps the price we pay is in our knowing The disbursement for mistakes we've sown. But in our hearts we must learn to forgive Others, for the wrongs directed our way. Then ourselves, for we've but one life to live And aren't privy to life's moment or our day. By God's design, the only perfect person, died on the cross- Written for a special friend, Shirlene
The girl was legend All empty eyes & purple painted smiles. Every sweet white inch of her. And everyone knew her name She danced in satin skirts that only moved when she took them off. She was everything delicate, everything demure. She was beautiful even when she wasnt She watched the world with terror filled saucer eyes & the world looked right back with eyes that were unmistakably green It was clear glass, they envied her & she wondered why She knew they hung up her picture, plastered her to walls&books&frames that made her their prisoner. They stared at her when they were alone & forged a kind of intimacy she could thrive on But it was temporary & in the morning she was left to sing her own self to sleep since no one cared enough to do it for her The people that loved her, that glimpsed the real her when she uncovered it, all those people left her at the end & she saw what they'd done They'd led her down the wrong track but they peppered it with glitter & held her just right so she was blind to every bit of it She was the diamond dying in the night, she was the candied rose melting in the morning dew. They lured her with promises of love & took her innocence before she even knew it was there She hated them but started to love them almost obsessively. The love hate became another prison & she thought she was free because she always got nine seconds of pleasure before the sun rose Back bars catered to her kind & she walked in just to stand there & let their hands go places she'd never gone herself. It felt like the past & she convinced herself it was right One night she walked in, skirt past the legal limit & eyes bright like they used to be. It was a shock-making moment, she hadnt looked so sweet in oh so many years & they were afraid to touch her She'd been their girl forever, passed around & used like an old movie that cant be rewound. They knew every mark on her body, every scar where they signed her, a kind of "I was here" of the human body. They couldnt recognize her. It was the first time she walked out alone. Faintly she hoped to be pressed against a wall & killed but it didnt happen She kept turning around haunted by phantom-feels & ghost-touches. Her body just wanted to suffer. It was instinct & who was she to fight it? Every step was agony. She walked so carefully as though she was afraid of falling in a river of her own dark thoughts But it was hopeless, darkness followed her wherever she went
I was once a little train, sitting by the track, Listening to the freight yard's roar and all the rushing clack When one day came steaming by an engine large and brave My heart did a quiver leap, my wheels a twitter gave Every day when passing by, the more our friendship grew With each fleeting whistle blast, and more each time it blew Then one day in passing, upon his track I went Joyfully to meet him, from wither he was sent Blasting from the distance, an airy cloud of steam I rushed forth to meet him, the engine of my dream Then with shock and wonder, my joy was gone alack! For though we both were meeting, he wasn't on my track Off into the distance, he chugged and puffed away Sweeping with him pieces of my broken heart that day Often now I wonder, will he come anon? Or was this a chance meeting, and now again he's gone? The tracks of life are tangled, in the freight yard of our race We meet other engines that hold both heart and place How to live? I wonder, when through our lives there sail Many other engines, that aren't upon our rail Will we grow quite bitter, when those meetings on the tracks Seem to mock the aching heart for all the love it lacks? May each little engine take heed to what I bade This life below is scattered, with meetings on the grade Take each passing whistle not as one of gloom Pushing back the others, and making itself room I will always cherish, that engine bold and brave Remembering now with fondness, the joy to me he gave But now into the distance, I hear upon the breeze That fleeting cry of freedom, upon which my heart did seize Once every while, I gaze sadly down his track But in my little engine heart, he's never coming back And so I hold those memories close, and never do I fail For God had a reason for our meeting on the rail
"The smile then melts off her face in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage and trickles down into a pool of boundless sorrow...." React like you think they think you should Whether or not you really feel good The act will pass on and so will they soon enough Don't you show your pain Keep pretending you're still sane This life is a dream and it's not long now 'till we all wake up ====================== Look for the song-----coming soon! www.sorrylittlesharky.com
I work through the photographs in my mind Thinking of how we got here today, what steps did we take All the choices that were offered, then balked, ones taken just by chance This is how we ended up here, in our current time and place, alone within ourselves Looking beyond the here and now to another place set deeper I tend to dwell on choices past upon that may have held more promise These thoughts I know are but a waste of time because what was, has been And living in a world of missed opportunities, might drive one insane So now I focus my thoughts to the road ahead, to see what the future holds My vision is blurry for I am not very good at this; I haven't done it in sometime The most important thing of all is that I have a future now, something I was without And with that new found future, I will continue on my path, whatever that may be
I look down deep into my mind beyond the shelters from the storm I dive down deeper, down past conventions, far away from the norm I see in the distance a tiny spark, a light to which I lead The light flickers brightly, changing me, planting a very little seed I take my new found power, my precious gift, my holiest of belief And develop it, mold it, change it, much to my relief Within this tiny fragment; with the power of the sun I now know forever, that it is me and I am not the only one
They thought she was a loser and they laughed at all her pain. They chose to just ignore her when she started to complain. They took her so deep under that she wondered if she'd live. Then she heard a voice inside her say she had so much to give. They did just what they wanted. They could hurt her everyday. They could say she'll never make it but she knew she'd break away. They left her how they liked her as she curled up in a ball. Of course she couldn't stand up, she was so very small. The one thing that they gave her was her faith she had in prayer. That's all she ever needed to begin her life out there. They didn't know the favor they had done for her instead. They made her a survivor when they left her there for dead.
The vision of you is like the sun on the horizon which light does set upon the brow of thought the midsummer's buds bring forth the harvest the treasure of mine heart within are caught Such a love descends upon a mortal breast to be exercised in span of shorted life where hope does soar like a bird aflight such sails hold the winds of bonded wife Entwined upon our souls does hold its rope The chords of Love the spirits promise that you gave for therein it is braids like upon us hope to care for each other like humbled slave It declares your love to those your favors chose whose intercourse of cares upon all alight the final numbers of all the called to wed the seal of your love by a messengers invite Cast upon us are all the reasons for this course to trod its path is the faithful map to true to all our sins and failings which we divorce and its purity of heart is joined to you All of its secrets to your beloved you revealed and saved us by the knowledge of its depth that it be patterned to the nature unconcealed gives eternity to true loves life and breath I will enter the temple with rejoicing among your judges we will find our place what we have suffered like an irritation that we might give you our obeisance and grace You have looked upon the oppressed and lowly who have shown the justice of your King with patience have faced all their afflictions and know your peace upon the earth will ring COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Two lines are carried up the hill Your Father tells you it's his will to struggle with the wooden "x" Spit, rocks, and taunts are filled with hex. The prophets' words are now fulfilled Two lines are carried up the hill Nails forced into your feet and hands Your home is not on sea or land In clouds you sit and will await the day you come to cast the fate two lines are carried up the hill the books are old, but followed still We know "why" you have summoned us to live with hearts of faith and trust Love pure like water that's distilled Two lines are carried up the hill
Oyster days = Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Now it is a great city where her painted dwelling overlooks the marine-drive, now resembles a pearls' string with all those inviting lights. She has friends for parties, chats, for cheers and for gossips; now that she has opened up. A small town is there in her deepest memories. Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Does she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting; when calamities come like swift toed stranger wearing a galling grin and knowing, she has no protective shell of zinc, iron, calcium? The needle marks and habits are washed at the rehab. Doctor prescribes this or that, for stress, for mind and for health. She almost laughs at a pill. It is boasting to be made out of oyster elements. All is coming back to her. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I couldn't let me die = The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid; the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating, are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me. A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz. I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment. And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing, is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension. He does not want me dead. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
once was a time i thought you were mine soulfull outlook had it we could bind our two worlds together and never worry again except you did just then sever the last string i had to my heart you may call this poetry expression to me its my art a forum in which i release all my emotion when normaly i cant start time will pass on i have a headfull now im just glad your voice is noting more than an echo
Each day that I go to work, I feel like I'm a zombie… The smiling faces I put on are all just an act. At the end of the day my jaw hurts from putting on these fake smiles, The smile that seemed to be permanently glued to my face…slowly fades. I'm tired of making petty conversation, when I couldn't give a damn… But I guess it could be worse… I could be that girl, the one I used to see every Thursday… The one with razor-blade scars on her arms that made my stomach coil… I'd ask her for her bonus card, casually, like everything was okay…perfectly normal… She would hand it to me…cautiously, her hands always shaking. I felt sorry for her… No…I will not show her pity… She's probably sick of hearing everybody's sympathetic nonsense… No one can really understand unless they've been through it… I can only imagine…but I too have felt like ending my own misery… Sometimes I think of how I could change it all… How I could change this ridiculous routine that I call my life… But then I think twice and remember what I have… And then I thank my lucky stars that I'm smart enough to reconsider this… Something so selfish and cowardice as suicide… Then, my smile becomes real… No more fake, happy-masks…I do give a damn… I am truly thankful for what I have… I am grateful for the job, home and loving family that I have … I am also thankful that I have enough faith in God… Enough faith that I would never take the life that was given to me… Faith is not something to be taken lightly. It's something not all people have… Something that this girl may not have had… This job…only temporary, I know I can move on…my life could be worse, but it isn't, I've taken so much for granted, its time to say "thanks."
What's the matter? Are you worn-out? Are you fatigued and tired? Oh...please don't speak I'll help you out in no time Just take your time to heal Rest on my shoulder if it helps you Loosen up the strain and be lead charitably like a train on its train tracks You need your rest I could tell by the absence of your energy spreading across your body and soul It was my lucky guess I must confess that I felt insecure and hopeless without you there Oh...I can't bear The thought of you Leaving me behind and unwanted in the street I'm struggling with this depression wars I can't fight it alone I tried to fight the useless tears, the countless fears, taking over me I didn't mean to show all that filthy anger that crafts quarrels Now I'm trying hard To scrub the filthiness Deep inside of me This unwanted depression-- I haven't ever asked for it I'm fighting this depression wars now and forever for you My burdened soul cries for help It wells up in pain Why must I be Messed up? Screwed up? Don't tell me that I'm ignorant...self-centered I've never asked for this feeling of repulsive remorse Are you willing to leave all our regrets behind, taking us away from tranquil life? Are you willing to fight this depression wars together as a team? (this poem is based on a character I made a while back)
he's hiding in a dream and in a waking thought he smiles at each new pain that to you he has cheerfully wrought sly, conniving, stealthy, on your sobs he grows more wealthy his smile your inverted grimace, he's got , oh so many tricks... yes, sadistic tricks he has aplenty he'll wrap visions of your loss right before your very eyes you think you're looking here and now, but find to your surprise... everything you see or touch a remembrance attached to it he makes a miserable existence a life of pure, pure,...sh_t, but somehow YOU feel guilty, though you know it makes no sense he's grinning deep and wide now, he's bridged your last defense... he waits, in his way, so seemingly absurd cause one day you'll pass to God.... who has the final word.... and reunited you will be, and of this you should not doubt, when God allows you to see, what once it seemed you could not. 4 R.B.
He fought and fought, Died and she began to cry. Everynight, she would see him in her dreams, As a ghost, along a beautiful coast... Saying "It always seems like you're here..." "But you've disappeared." In the nightlight, He shined bright with all his might, Just to give her one last kiss goodnight, "Good-bye, my love...", Flying high into the clouds... And whispering through the dark skies.
Home Sweet Home My childhood home Is cherished Memories filled with Silver and gold And sometimes pure cold. No one told me It would go with me Where ever I go When I roam from Town to town I carry it with me I open the door Each night when I go to sleep And dream. I can't shake What I learned And what I didn't Learn inside My honeycomb I can't stop Moaning About that Home.
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