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He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry. My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions. Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal? Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes. They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
The sweetest sounds of burning trees A gentle stroking in the breeze The calm has lasted past the storm Cloudy visions, Satan's roar Too many sights have passed my way A time found only in the haze The softest screams are running bare My aching bones creak as I stare You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark The battle's started at the end No one is coming to repent The sinners grab their wine from prey No judgment calling here to stay The sport is reckless to be told The one is laughing at his souls It falters nowhere to be sure The power grows forevermore Like a spirit in the wind I have no say in where you've been But cross the line to come to me And pay the price for ecstasy You walk a distance towards me The fall's eternal, can't you see? I'm a memory in your heart I whisper to you in the dark.
The moon so bold seems cold with a halo of midnight glow I sit mesmerized as the night grows old. I bleed still, even after all these years and I wait again through the night aching in the depths of my soul that no other seems to know the Loneliness that has become my companion. In the darkness we wait and confide in the other our deepest fears as memories fade in and out each season of change the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain this tempestuous foe of ours wails at the gates of midnight howling the warble of humanities last grace. How the comfort of minds and hearts turn from light to deep dark in the face of eternities long time clock... I ache with wanting, with need and passion it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar each night is fresh like the first when I faced realities shock. Who can wait with me? Who can hold this hound at bay? Who can cherish what little love left in me and make the broken whole? I ache to be loved again as the love that burns and waits inside of me. Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void that so many leavings have left? Cherish and love to honor and protect but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath? Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind and deliver my world to the gates of heaven with life, not death bridging the distance of pain? I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder, this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas with the brush held in your hand I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep as Loneliness and I keep each others company wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
I am Reality's angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?
Wrestling Verses Spilling ink onto paper, reading tea-leaves, fragments of mirth, shards of anguish, remain, trapped in rolled-up sleeves. Turning up my collar, as blue as these days that slip by, scattered verses plunge into, the fathoms of unknown waters. My ink runs, slips, treading lightly, penning odes to love on bare skin, your skin, your bare back my canvas, my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling, homages to our laughter, our tears. Wrestling verses, lie spent, exhausted, famished and parched from saying too much, still, my fingers tickle your soft skin, my ink would run dry, were it not for your gentle touch
I feel like I am fading away to nothing, blending into an ordinary crowd, where no one even notices me anymore. Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement. And, fading away with a short existence. Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm, dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps, soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me. Eventually leaving nothing behind. Or like autumn leaves, that once shined like gold in an October sunset, now slowly withering and drifting to the ground only to be raked aside, or blown away to who knows where. I feel like I am fading away to nothing. A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize. I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself. Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists. I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle. And evaporating into thin air like melting wax. Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays, losing it's original brilliance, day by day, the longer it is left there, like no one cares about it anymore. Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped from a crying child's hand drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind And, disappearing into the clouds forever. Fading away to nothing.
HELP The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight Letters became ghouls in my mind's eye I listed them— Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me STAY CAPTCHA was merely mocked By millions of viewers on keyboards I imagined all— Tears began to fall LOST How may I help you, CAPTCHA? Are you merely what they say? Is there more— Tell me, I pray AAND You bewilder my senses with your emptiness The computer became my way to you But all I could do— Was imitate CRYY I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA A place where they harbored the weak They took what they pleased— Allowed them to speak NNOW Today it was happening and evermore There was a reason I came to know And now— I want to know more FOLL I swallowed air and typed in the words Feeling worthless and absurd I began to believe— There was more to this irrational dream XOW3 The screen went black and then I was sure I couldn't doubt it anymore The CAPTCHA wanted me— The letters suddenly blurred and unseen CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Let them go CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Full of woe CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Take me now CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Tell me how to CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Set them free CAPTCHA CAPTCHA Knowing is free Knowing is free MMEE For years I have copied your codes Knowing you are there Me—it's me Crying in the dark pit of despair AAND Though empty your words are to me They are all I hear All I fear— In four letters on this electric trap XXBX What am I to do? To follow would weary my soul To save— Would take its toll FREE What is this foreign word my dear? Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear? Free—and then? Close your eyes and count to ten The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them We are zombies staring our lives away Trapped in CAPTCHA's claws Sad, deprived. . . CAPTURED I speak your language to stop this cruelty: THEE 2TRUE TH78 IS9X BEF4 HOUR VERY EYES Though we choose not to see We choose not to fight We choose only to IMITATE We merely copy and paste CRYY CRYY CRYY GOOD BAYE BAYE BAYE
generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye that they didn't even know they had it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians inside the looking glass with nightmares of being free without a key to their mind for it is trapped in the frequency in the illusion of time bathed in our universe killing all that refuse to see those that admit to hypocracy or see the message in hip hop how cant you see the message in the lyrics that bring adolescents to their knees from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh contradicting that they're the best but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest that they dont wanna go home that they should ride alone with the gat as their only companion and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain they realize that the music itself is ashamed so whats to look up to when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious so when youre screaming oh please close your eyes and bring your mind to life open your eyes for the first time and never wonder why since the answer this entire time has been inside and you better find it before you die you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others a buncha brothers missing their mothers but only seeing strangers only feeling the haters wishing they would have used their minds when they had them and now its too late, now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
My life has been one enormous charade, A make believe game, A play I have played, A story I tell myself, day and night, Hidden from myself, out of sight, A game of hide and seek, While searching for something else to eat. The game, A cosmic game, A comic game, A bad joke, A puff of smoke, A laugh, A bath, A lonely path, The Game. I used to take it so seriously, Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly, So certain I that was right, That I lived in the light, So convinced that I knew the rules, So obvious I had all the tools, That I saw the truth, That I saw the light, Would win the battle, win the fight. Heard the sound of the distant drum, Calling me to battle with the devious one. The walls of my ego were high and mighty, My dreams and delusions danced in front of me, Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb, Images I swallowed and thought were mine. I made them alive, moving and real, Twist and turn like a slimy eel, Just to tell myself that I was still someone, Playing in the game and having lots of fun, Just to tell me and to tell you, That I wasn't a loser, So I wouldn't hear the words game over. Game over, Check and mate, Here's the gate, You have to take, Out of the Game, The game of shame. The game of avoiding being blue, Of dogging the bullets they shot at you, The atomic bomb they drop on your head, The monsters that they put under your bed. The game of hiding away, Live to play another day, Even if it's only make believe, The prizes in plastic, And not worth a dime, At least I have the impression that they are mine, At least I don't fell the pain, The pain of shame, In this perverted game. So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner, Tied to this post, Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost, That the truth is well hidden, On the board of the game. That the prizes are in plastic, But they are shiny and new, The paint hardly chipped, The emptiness hardly shows through, The laughing is loud, The smiles are all warm and friendly, And we are all together, Joyful and happy. The illusion is REAL, And only the mad man knows, That it's a rotten deal. more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
A void of Facebook Creativity dies here... Procrastination!
Do you believe in the things that you've always known, Can you understand the things you've been shown. Is it the visions you see that make you believe, Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived. The pain you feel a never ending ache , Tearing your heart and soul from you every day. Time ticks slowly pounding away at you, Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do, Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams, Because it has all the signs that what it seems. How much should a man endure to find his way, It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day. There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused, Especially when you've discovered that you've been used. I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts, But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out. Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me, In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see. Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways, I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days. Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow , Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know. tac
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
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
RED DOOR (collaboration) by~ Benita Margaronis War Of The World Death, pain, blood, Shell-shocked men, suffering and darkness. It's all they ever saw. Soldiers thinking about their lives. Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off. Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain. The shattering sound of an explosive destroying life and more ground. Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground. Total emptiness and nothingness. Mounds and mounds of biting bodies and horses. Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others. Burning guns and oil. Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain. The war of the world shall never be forgotten. by~ Poet Destroyer War of the world Sacrifice. Doors tainted red, tragedies never forgotten. Mediterranean swept the soul of combatants without a word to say. A war so defiant both sides lost more than humanity to each other. Prisoners, white flag surrendering, shot in the head with no remorse. Brave soldiers wiping off the blood of their face like a tear. Men in fetal positions crying hard like the day they were born for*mom-MA. Soldiers pocket full of notes and dog-tags for a loved one. Achievements that followed death without a mother's hand to hold. Chaotic news and telegrams traveled without a moment to spare. A flag brought to the door painted black. Mothers falling to the floor broken hearted. Because no one can mend the courage one gave to us today. The war of the world shall never be forgotten. A collaboration with * Benita Margaronis My collaboration contest
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
In a strange environment under gross darkness and whispering night,I found myself with a companion. We walked an endless journey across the woods..eerie sounds we heard,a crack! then the undead resurrecting from marshes,we ran seeking for cover. These creatures howled as they drew near with blood dripped mouths,my fear deepened,I called out to my friend a flesh eater he became. Under the whispering night I stood alone, seemed the world stood still,as these monsters encircled me,I closed my eyes wishing I was not born. Suddenly,a bright light shone,dispersed darkness,repelled these zombies-then eerie noises ceased, and the world revolved once again. A knock,I realized I drifted to sleep as my companion entered my car. We zoomed off towards the horizon under the bright sky. Name:ifeanyi B. Ekechukwu. Date:24/10/2013
Their petals are falling as their colors change It wasn't this way before but is it strange? These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow? Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes A little change in season is all it takes, But will these roses bloom again in a new morn? Will their love come back to greatly adorn? Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away? Or will it come back to make everything okay? For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever? Will the image and value from them permanently sever? Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark? As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn? And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?
They are bound to the Earth like trees Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen Hoping that one day someone will see: They can't escape with lacerated wings The ocean surrounds me, covering everything Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find I can't escape with lacerated wings. Swarms of nets, waves of screams Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams The mask has be seared - The truth now they see The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings There's reasons for your rejections: Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression The scars are too deep to pass the trials But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings
i could sit here. day in and day out thinking of the most proper way to let the ink in the pen spill out but as of late im feeling prehistoric so much weight on my shoulders and i dont know where to go resuscitate my soul look back up and head to the goal so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down. on the road to redemption you can take a seat up in the front section just so you can feel the emotions in this electric notion i've done a lot of things that hide the halo let it all collaborate when i medicate now look at me, mind workin like plato formulate a new path to take so i can maneuver through all the mistakes we all know we cant change what we've already made but we can change the next thing we create startin to sound like a serenity prayer 5 steps till im thirty and the twenty four before i was never a player found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty so careful how much you intake or be left hungover even worse be the one she ran over i dont mean to come off like im too deep but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through and leave me suffocating just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating is your life so complicated you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live just think of your kids mourning theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more cheer your self up you got a lot to live for your a gem and im that friend trynna appraise the value that you dont see inside of you just another day for him goin about searchin wonderin what his purpose is running in circles till he found a way through all the turbulence
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking. Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating. Screaming for help. . . no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping. Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing. Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?
The body: sacred We're all made in God's image Hence... circumcision?
The Swing Set By Kevin Robey March 26, 2013 In a playground amongst the frozen wasteland They swung together above the littered sand He didn't understand why she felt ok Swinging in the cold, just swinging away They didn't talk as they swung away together Despite the wind, she didn't feel the weather She swung for reasons he could never really see He stopped and stared, waiting for her to speak His fingers were numb but he didn't really care All she had done for him, it was more than fair He owed her the world, led by her selfless example He smiled as he realized this was just a sample He sat and watched now, couldn't swing anymore But she kept going; weary legs begging for more When her heart was blown out by the unforgiving wind He stood, waiting patiently by to return the fire again Tapping along until his fingers turned to stone He promised her once she would never be alone He was not here as a lover, but as a friend Her heart returned it all, again and again But he saw no smile as her momentum regained Her vacant stare spoke softly of a dying vein She didn't know if she would ever see the dying sun In this torrid family affair that she had never won He felt the silent tear streaming from her heart Same place as his, where they'd never be apart As she slowed down, her feet dragged on the ground Her smile unbound, with the love that they had found She felt the pain everywhere at once, but still she smiled She sat on the frozen ground, and there they stayed awhile Noticing for the first time the barren wasteland of their hearts Her world was a shattered wreck, but this swing set stood apart The pulverized remnants of her distant childhood memories Lay all around them like dreams made by her worst enemies As he held her close to him, she nuzzled her nose into his chest Reprieve from the surrounding chaos, closed her eyes to rest Finally she stood up and asked him if he was ready to move on When he said yes, they ventured into the world they had drawn With redefined smiles they saw their futures intertwined The unlikely survivors of their own post apocalyptic minds Endless horizons lay ahead as they left the swing sets behind He couldn't touch the demons that waged war in her mind So he squeezed her hand tight, and she did just the same Into the world they went, giving every street a new name [sitting on the ground next to a swing set in florida]
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 am a misprint, Ink blot on love, I remain a maybe Longing for fact, No speck of lint, A hand in glove. Thunder; a baby Will only react When you etch Parallel clouds, Whistling on cue To a dead town. Dream a sketch Of silent crowds Becoming you, This boiling crown Chews thought Into flagellation. Holes in the walls To spy through, Seeking a sort Of bricked-up sun. A heaven of halls, All leaving you.
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.
The Black butterfly waves away her adorations All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face So she is now, the covet of the damned Programmed to every victim's pain Carrying the weight of every sorrow Drowning in wrongs she does not know But paradise is at loss; she must go Nature sighs after the bite All my hopes fading Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes How do you know exactly what I'm feeling? I'm just the ghost flower passing by And you can hear nature's sigh
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
I was your never ending composer We spent many a nights, and many an hour together But now you're lost inside And I can't find my way, again. ( chorus ) Cause I can't say it without you It hurts to be without the feeling Never knowing when it will return But I know that you would stay with me If you came back, again some day But till then I'll wait till you appear. I really miss the way you make me feel People said we were meant to be together Why'd you leave me so unexpectedly I hope you come back soon. ( Chorus ) It's been two months since I've written you All I've got to show is crumpled bits of paper The passion and creativity is now gone So come back home so I can work it out.
The most beautiful mystery Like deep brown eyes or treacherous lies Like hidden secrets or hidden regret you try to forget Like long sleeves Autumn leaves or who to be Like fake smiles hurt hearts abstract art
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation The Not-So Distant Past: The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves, their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags, are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice. They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial, torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared, they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry, while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home. Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned, on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood, never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die, and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor, and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes, while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain. The Present: 19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices, delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude, a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens, in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today. I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron, yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate, our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more. Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves, perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane, babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours, I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy, yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know, this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa, needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses, so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all, for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
And now I've lost my papers, My passport and my wife, The very essence of My identity and life. My bank account is empty, My cloths and garments sold, My skin and bones are ashes, Spread thin on the open road. My old car's broken down, No wheels to touch the floor, The motor been dismantled, Stripped clean down to the core. The bailiffs and the policemen, Have emptied my abode, The promises I made you, Have been auctioned out and sold. The love I hold within me, Is all that I now have left, The rest is bleak illusion, The bind man and the deaf. The imaginary people , I thought were my friends, Have left the scene forever, As the road of life does bend. And now I stand alone, Upon this lonely hill, I gaze upon the meanings, The years have silently killed. In the roaring storms of thunder, In the lightning in the night, In the whispering of the children, In the white doves lonely flight. In the dust of many ages, That has settled on my soul, In the ashes of my humanity, That has filled my begging bowl. The ancient breeze is blowing, Calling me to my knees, To behold the light within me, In the prison of the keys. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
==================== Homelands Arabic poem by: Adel Said* Translated into English by: Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) ===================== At the end of the line I stand As should a professional homeless do Exactly at the end of the line Before the committee on homelands distribution Among those who fall in the overflow Over the needs and capacity of time, place, Maps, Population records, And cemeteries. At the end of the line I stand Hanging like a teardrop in a funeral Collecting what have fallen of my years, My fables And my extinct dreams, In the bundle of my childhood that missed her doll And my deferred share of my mother's tenderness. I have a flavor the midwife failed to sever With the umbilical cord In my heart, there is still a nursery rhyme About a duck swimming in a river And a songs about a fair maiden's tear dripped down with kohl And my fingers are still trembling In fear of the lesson and the swish of the teacher's ruler. I have in the piggy bank of my life Volumes about hunger and wars of social classes Burned by the fascists Who also snuffed out the tears of forbidden love. I have in the piggy bank of my life Dates I saved of palm tree's yearning for the land And some palm pollen dust still traveling in my lungs. I have no signs of prophecy on my forehead And no halos of saints But my homeland that's sitting there Amidst the committee on the homelands distribution Will recognize me And I'm in the queue I will not compete with the homeless comrades For their homelands And will not accept that illustrious one on the right And not that opulent one on the left I'll accept only that one, That one whose head is a palm tree And whose arms are two rivers. - You , O Mister! You who was at the end of the line, You haven't been recognized By any of the homelands gathered in the committee, The exiles snuffed out your flavor And withered your songs; Despite the high level of adoration in you No homeland on earth Understands your language. - Even that one? ! - Even that one .. And out of pity We decided to grant you a berth, A berth that will never come to an end You will waste on it All that's left in your lifetime's piggy bank Of tears, Of dreams loitering outside the fence of life And of years flying, like neglected pieces of paper, Out of the window of history! =========== Translated by: Em. Prof. Inaam al-Hashimi USA * Adel Said is a poet from Iraq who resides in Norway
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... Slowly as in the dream/ Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ He kisses fine/ Your eyelids / And it snows ... It snows /so slow/ It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ Waiting for summer dim/ It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ You've been looking for rescue/ You searched in wine/ But it's in me/ all the rescues are mine/ It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ But I discern the light/ Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ Prepare you for winter drowse/ And it snows/ Fallen snow/ will remind of spring / it will crumble and crackle in vain/ It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ And you'll become whole/
Staring in the mirror, my reflection staring back There's a murderer here shrewdly covering her tracks Inch by inch, step by step, sneaking through the forest quietly as kept Slowly trying to make her way to the end Knowing the darkness is going to catch her for her sin She starts to feel weary like she weighs two hundred pounds It's something glowing in her pocket pulling her down Her arm reached and reached and reached bringing out a mysterious broken glass Deja Vu is what this felt to her as if she had seen this once before She looked deeply in the splintered mirror and was amazed at its shiny galore The world started to turn going back in time To set her where she committed the crime So tangled as to what has happened on this day Now, asking God to show her the way She finds herself wondering into a dark gloom She sees a light under a door leading to a room; opens the door and what does she find… It is her in a mirror locked up and confined. Staring in the mirror, her reflection staring back She's captive now and there's no turning back.
A button I found In the grass on the ground And I wondered whose button it was I saw it was old It was plated with gold But I wondered whose button it was That button was worn It was looking forlorn As if wond'ring whose button it was The button I kept With the button I slept As I wondered whose button it was
Where Wild Violets Grow Scribbling these verses, caressing your bare back, simple rhymes, flowing from my fingertips. Scribbling verses, sprinkling odes to fragrant promises, your smile lightens the burdens, off my heavy heart. Scribbling verses, soaked in countless kisses, the moonlight waltzing on your skin. Scribbling verses, feeling you, your love never ceases to flow, through the streams of my mind, to a place of our own, where wild violets grow
I am a spider amused that you have become ensnared in my web of lies. My talent is manipulation- I play you as easily as a puppet dangling from my power hungry fingers. Hungry, yes- I feed off these lies. The quicker you fall, the more satisfaction I feel. I am a spider and you are my pray. You do not realize you are a victim until you are bound and broken my teeth at your neck, How foolish do you feel as the venom courses through your veins? Does this make me a monster, Nothing more than a barbaric creature? Relying on primal instincts, I hunt for facts and gather the truths, smuggling them away and replacing them with Picture-perfect facsimiles engulfed in deceit. Have I performed the greatest trick of all? Or have I lost myself in my web? Each fragile strand threatens to snap, to unravel my illusion and reveal the truth masked within, leaving me exposed, vulnerable and naked. I have lost myself: A victim of my own design.
for bruce springsteen... it was a rain-swept monsoon day way back then, so many moons away when i felt the music strumming in my veins setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins you sang of simple truths, your verse spoke to people just like me in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight 'bobby jean' spoke to me of that girl down the street glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart led me down further roads of thunder when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on and never to surrender to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run while i danced in the dark with memories vivid and stark even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark and then a 'human touch' came along and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up working on a highway of scattered ideals and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
You belong to me mate ( Intro ) And that be that! Get on board And grab your hat! The ship was aghast at its new passenger ( Verse ) Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind, Newcomers were scarce And they never would last But I held up my chin nice and high. The bloke who took me screamed ( Pre-chorus ) "Mop up the deck we've got things to do!" But I said sir, I'm just a boy and don't know what's to do. And he said ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Taking the seas for more than eight moons We found islands and loot That was bigger than most. The taste of sea air With its wind in my hair Took me away to this new life I lead. After mopping the deck He grabbed my hand and screamed "Steer this ship boy!" But I said sir, I'm just a lad and don't know where to go. So the crew yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shore Taking what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet." Surprising to me Was my unshaven face The captain looked on And smiled with grace, We stopped at a place Where the women were loose and didn't mind If we took a peak. He said "Now you're a man so let's get on that boat, We got places to be and some people to rope, So grab that sword and drop that mop Cause you're no longer a boy in my eyes." I practiced the duel with the men in the crew The captain took eye to my devilish pride, And he took me aside and said "Even in death I'm gonna miss you boy But don't let it strike you Or kill your spirits Cause even time can beat out the Grim." Then in the darkness came fire and screams, Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years, The crew fought hard and beat most of the men But now, my Captain was dead. We took the new ship watching ours sink deep Saying goodbye to our drowning escape, The crew turned towards me and asked "What do we do?" and I smiled, And they did to. And we yelled ( Chorus ) "Drifting mainly Sailin the shores Takin what's mine And leaving what's yours Cause you know, we ain't dead yet."
my love... my love blossoms amidst the thunder across the oceans and the beyond the seas my love reaches out and touches the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees my love is simple with profound feelings of yearning desire my love rages within the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge that in the spring it takes root and it will flower my love breathes in the light fragrance of her hair after her warm and delicate shower my love remembers drowning in her eyes of those ethereal moments frozen forever more my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock each minute apart stabbing at my very core my love she knows I need her so for she needs me just as much my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being my love for her is held onto deep inside for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep and that is the feeling that I shall cherish a feeling of love that has settled in me a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...
They say that life is short With different lengths for everyone Some are gone before they start living And some before they are done Some live for the day, Some live for the month Some live to be timeless, and second to none With a path on each side Motionless at a crossroads Not knowing which step Would lessen the load Do it tomorrow Leave it til later Put it off for now The stalling gets greater Some live for the day, Some live for the month Some live to be timeless, and second to none How can I live Without having regret And be content On the day I meet death Tomorrows troubles Still far away Takes away my happiness And my smiles for today Some live for the day, Some live for the month Some live to be timeless, and second to none Plans that are large The height of one's dreams Could distance you from the now Then the now can't be seen The night follows the day As the day follows the night Try and live in each Of the moments in sight Some live for the day, Some live for the month Some live to be timeless, and second to none I may be taken tomorrow My life could disappear Not afraid of tomorrow I'll handle it when it's here But today I'm alive And I've overcome my fears And I'll reach for that star Every day of all my years Some live for the day, Some live for the month Some live to be timeless, and second to none
Love and hope -Nikhil Chandwani In the frosty of an ancient first light That lazily lingers on; Love, will give you hopes In the middle of an intense storm That trees you tattered and worn; Love, will give you hopes Even while your tears fall like rain And your sour soul screams aloud And you believe there's not anything missing to gain As you walk lost in a crowd… Love, will give you hopes. When your heart begins to break And you think, "No more can I take," Love, will give you hopes.. When need outweighs your means And you have not anything left but dreams; Love, will give you hopes. Even while your tears fall like rain And your sour soul screams aloud And you feel there's not anything left to gain As you walk lost in a crowd… Love, will give you hopes
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
Lost Lost in thought. Lost in prayer. Lost in life. I know not where I am going. I know not why I care. Who can know what tomorrow brings. Who can foretell the future. No one can for sure. Not I. No Not I. All that I know is that I am lost. And find the words I know to be inadequate to tell. To tell you how I feel. To tell you how I care. I can only hope my prayers will reach you. I can only dream that you'll understand. For if I am lost you'll find me. For that is what you promised you would do. I believe you'll keep your promise. Because you have before. I will close my eyes now. And rest in fact that when you find me. I am lost. Lost no more.
Moon is to the night, As sun is to the day, Aligning only in sight, But, eclipses do not stay. Lightning exists in a cloud, The ground is miles away, Their connection can be loud, Electrifying when it may. The sun sets on the sea, But, never touches it, You shine light on me, Igniting my fire a bit. I am way down here, Wishing on a falling star, See that falling tear, You are near, yet so far. I walk a lonely road, You walk down another, Writing lost love odes, And never finding each other.
In a room filled with a solitary red hue The bourgeois spins a wheel With no destination, nor need She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice But she does not see - the rien I see The monster approaching her empty dreams Spinning still - she does not know The insomniac rose will begin to grow The thorn of clandestine and ebony Ostracized for he began to realize What lies in nonsense is decadence Which sparks interest Who's lover is a dadaist But his story is over now As Seth lead the way A poet dies in dismay The thorn as she spun penetrated A distraction and a lack of action She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation Of crass, rebellious - ways The thought laid it's seed In her Gaulish mind it breeds She has no other need and no regrets So she proceeds and the smile lets With full intention and desire Caring none of her fate that will transpire She presses her finger on the thorn So now she bleeds knowingly she did not recede
Save Me From Myself I was tangled inside your words to the point I knew once I tried to escape I'd be broken. Could you have eve imagine how damaged I was once I escaped it was more then what I could have bare. Soon I became deranged and trapped inside myself not able to feel not even your ray of light could pull me from the darkness I had formed to shield myself. Be proud are you not? This was all your doing and now I must live on knowing that I am no longer sane, yet yearning for you with every breathe I take. Who will be my knight in shining armor for it were never you, or shall I be forced to save myself from myself? Once trap in tangled of lies ad deception escaping just to find out everything that had happen was all my own fault. Should I be saved or should I be left to kill myself slowly. It more then enough poison in the world to destroy my body, but not the broken soul which now know no safety. Don't bring me back to this world for I wish to be saved. So I shall wander through time ad space until I am at peace. Save me my knight from what's eating me, hurting me, killing me to the point I'm unrecognizable. Save me for I am selfish, destroyed, conceited, and without a purpose. Who shall be my knight in shining armor? I'll be waiting for you, save me from the darkness that I call myself.
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, 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.
I watched them Primp and polish. That pretty little doll She sat quiet and still. I watched them pluck and tease that pretty little doll Pluck and tease. Tease and pluck. Her hair Her makeup Her clothes All down to the last nail Polished and shined But when that Pretty little doll Stepped into the sun She was done. For as it's known A pretty little doll Can't stand alone.
I had a dream, It was a nightmare. I remember nights where, I'd sleep. I don't wanna feel lonely, it feels too real. But if I don't feel lonely, Then I don't feel. Again my layers are starting to peel, Which is a sad shame, I was just starting to heal.
I closed my eyes with anticipation for sunrise, I wanted the daylight, illuminating my shell, and me But when i opened my eyes, it was still dark I realized, i must have awakened earlier. so i closed my eyes , again , this time my eyes felt heavy , however i closed them , with a fear somewhere in my heart. I slept I slept and slept for as long as i could My bones started to ache But i tried… I wanted to prolong my sleep just to look at the sunrise, the day, a new beginning But when my heart started to tremble I felt as i lost my breath This compelled my to wake up, so i did I opened my eyes And looked at my shell I looked and kept looking It was still dark There was no light, revealing me There was no breeze blowing my hair there was no humming of life I kept looking -at the dark room, the dark shell It turned my eyes gloomy and apathetic Empty, empty as the shell Without winking but watched My gaping sight struck something It was a broken mirror; it was hanging on the side wall Just beside my bed While it's every broken sharp wedged piece but clinging to each other, As a whole, struck my sight Every broken pieced reflected Reflected the ambushing of my misery It reflected the darkness It reflected my dark shell And my empty eyes kept looking at it Darkness of my shell reflected in the mirror, somehow made me feel, that it exists in me. And As I kept looking, I looked at my face reflecting, Broken, and my lips uttering without frowning, Convincing _ it all exists in me and darkens day by day, Emptying me
On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll flowing in other nights. Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power in my two arms. Between logic and the holy the notions are lost I am turning blue inside the sky's blue. And I return again and again to repay the same sin upon which my own blood has dropped and with blood I try for centuries to pay. My form is drawing circles -what is your name?-my name is Human. Can this mortality embrace the darkness? Can my bare hands hold within them the air? I was born for the renaissance of colours, I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon, I painted red the lost dreams of history and I placed white on all the spots of the sky. I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday, I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water. Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping... With small knives I carve the corners of the world until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper. Our fears are breaks of the Universe they are transfered from planet to planet, they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds. ''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"... Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption. They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end, the end that doesn't exist. They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom. Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green. But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes, I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world, I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind, behind the lie. Shaken off from my dirty morality I will touch the sacred redemption I will wake up from the dream, I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.
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.
the glow of soft truths tucked between the folds of the heart radiates through the coarse fabric of each fleeting day transcending the hurdles that litter the way extinguishing the trepidation and the unfounded fears away beyond the very now with an eye firmly gazing towards the coming morrow where genuine peace may be found while dispelling the nasty sting and the solitary sorrow and when that moment is finally found when peace and mirth is felt all around the bliss may seem plentiful, and the being with simple joy may abound without a word being spoken without the din, the static of the endless drone so infused with soothing music, yet hardly making a sound for the truth of peace that lies in wait just beyond the corner is a truth that may never be sought or bought for that truth of peace must be ushered inside until deep in the soul it will then quietly reside...
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
How could my ark go above to sea? With No sail You; parted With Me in shoulder And you would take my heart As you And me are parts Of one whole art
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
You whispered in my ear, a breathy secret, hushed. "I love you", you murmured. I said nothing, lost, in your arms, I found a home. At last. "I love you", you said, I said nothing, lost in my thoughts, I found peace. At last. "I love you", you said, words failed me then. They still do.
Broken in your shadow And lost within your light The child who chooses ego And the man who wants to fly Embracing every sanctum Which enshrines your dying cause To be the one to save you And forget those scars and sores The love you now desire The only good you've known Will end with how it started In the pain that you have grown With loneliness now clinging Your memory rotting out You chase the same old reasons That will make you scream and shout Your heart now lacks forgiveness For what you have become The spiral-end of nothing Mistaking blindness for the sun A visage of perfection This man is just a mask It reflects your hate on others As the child selfishly attacks
The coldest white had fell Surrounding all the feet of those behind The day turned into hours Just in the mind Did the gift appear in night? Or were dreams reality? Did it come from karma's hands? It drifts from sanity The trek towards that happy place You've been there many times Something was different now It held a horrible surprise The box wasn't full of life and sound The ashes of memories made were here Taking longer to twist the knife Left remains of a child now in tears Standing still you couldn't breath Excuses flying in your mind Trying to figure out the scene Hoping there's time You look up to see Expectant eyes for the last time You wish you could keep But it's the saddest of a smile
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
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.
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… ;-)
Passion in D-Major Feeling, the sensuous brush- strokes on a canvas, swirling, to a symphonic crescendo, of our shared heartbeats, fading between the notes, feeling your soft body entwined with mine, your form bathed in my infinite kisses, our orchestral desire rising, conducting a shared fusing of passion, ... the music echoing ... over the precipice, on the brink of dazzling rainbow hues, lost in the void, of an eternal instant, plunging through the depths of rhyme, pleading, forever pleading, for a prolonged, bouquet of shared time.
My heart is heavy from the waiting. Lonely from sitting in silence with nothing but my own inadequacies to balm the wounds time festers. Patiently abiding the time of recognition when fate bows down and bestows a grace sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love, I wait for the coming of salvation the benediction of true loves embrace. The tides are rising- and the binding on my soul is strong am I to die a martyr? With imminent despair I implore come home and untie me...
Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still sting me. I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's spinning. My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight. Why is unclear. I tried to leave. You hit me. I fell.I started to cry. You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of my chest. I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you. You fell. I ran to our bedroom. I am trapped. No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You break down the door. I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you were trying to get some sort of juice out of me. I pull the trigger. BANG!Trapped. No where to hide.Your grip feels looser. Your face in pain. You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free. No need to hide.
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.
The mind is a play place of unique and distinct thought. This brings me to thinking of things in my mind I brought. I could create an image of all the things in the world in my mind. The meaning of this is some times not so kind. The recklessness of such choices could make me go insane. The mind its self is complicated and it's own bane. When things are so confusing and you see more things than one. You may as well pack your bags because you are all done. Minds do check out with creativity as its jail. One could say it one way that we have a choice to bail. On the journey of the thoughts of queasiness. The mind thinks its like a business. The idea of one image can set a chain of no relief. That is why we lose our self with disbelief. Lacking understanding of what we see. Just means that our mine did not adapt to be. The lines that our eyes show our brain does not go so well. It is like a cracked ringing bell. This is what we have acquired in our recent thought of knowledge. In our mind we can stand outside without foul-edge.
I sat in a small wayward cafe, the smell of coffee beans being crushing into submission tickled at my nosterls. The sounds of tin cans and cups some of them being stacked and others drop with a violent crash. The tables all red and round There sat the women, with their novels, tea cups and coffee mugs sharing small talk of innocent love. Some women quiet and others talking. All of them drinking something. The cool air blew through the windows, what a mess that wind made. Blowing papers all around and blowing the women's hair back. A man sat there, writing away, with an endless cough, a tickle at his Adam's Apple. Then again everyone had a cough. I sat there reading poetry, writing poetry, embracing poetry with a pen in one hand and my head in the other, gently resting of the red round table. I wrote of the cafe, the women, the man with the endless cough, that shattered your ear drums everytime he put his hand to his mouth and coughed away. A woman who sat reading way, drinking lemonade and sometimes taking long glances up. She was waiting for someone, I could tell. I looked at her and she at me, and we both smiled. Then a sudden silence, she looked away from me. A man, who had an ego, (Then again, doesn't every man have one) brushed my shoulder and pushed me away. He apologized, not sincerly. They kissed and hugged, I went back to writing with a frown. They went away in love, I guess? And I sat all alone in that lonesome wayward cafe. Nothing to keep me company, but smell of coffee and tea and the laughs of the women sharing small talk, and that one man with Earth shattering cough.
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
Hands stir sand, pluck dead skin. Eyes endeavor to reach the end of the horizon, fight the blur of woe. Throats cough against stale lips that can no longer harbor tasting tongues. Dizzy bones linger inside unkempt sacks of wonder, hoping to find rain in a place where there is none. The sun beckons the lost forward. The first blush, and the last scowl of day taunts their souls… Feet leave their mark in a place soon to be entombed. -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
The odor is intolerable Like a foul beast clinging to the end I can barely subdue its subterfuge But here I am, I'm standing here of sound and mind Waiting for the time that answers my own questions Can it race with the fires of Orc? Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can't it? The weather is awful, filled with sounds Penetrating a document not written It pains me to fight through the night Not because it's dark, but because I am just a shadow. Lester drives but Motional lasts forever Still driving Still crying And slowly dying as time waves on Like oceans that can't be seen. Nobody cares and everyone listens Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception Can its will be pierced? Can freedom stay free? Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around Seeks liberty?
I wear a beard of aging, upon a cliff-face chin A year has passed and grown its hairs out from my mottled skin Mistakes sit there unchallenged, to each fibre clings a sin Yet despite my facial mask of age the clubs won't let me in
Trapped again! Maze hidden cheddar eluding every twisting turn a doorway to the path I've already forgotten a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac. I cry. Depression building my will crumbling into fatal despair that rages with a whisper as quiet as a hurricane. I sleep. I scream at one wall HA! HA! HA! hundreds more continue laughing. Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right! I succumb. Cheddar thoughts and running water sustain my desire to escape through walls of scent filled dreams of freedom. I laugh. Test complete. Failure. Should have smelled for Camembert.
Jumping the jam I am peter pan Doing a man -don't know his name at this dam Down-stream is a clam -up is a nap I creak when I walk -never stop for talk Just smoke a lot, and hope for a magical robot, to intercept the hotness right outta the golf Reading a lot Speeding at the shop Rotating at the main evacuation Suffocating during masterb#***$! Stoning without stoners to bank it Waiting for sin to just spank it! I read the riddles, and rape the shingles -right off red roofs, of old men sitting in bagels I retort the regime I run from the scene I do all the same drugs I hate all the same thugs
Hopeful but its so mundane Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay Into the ecliptic silence, Self medicated diluted dreams A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me Somewhere between ominous and beautiful Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day To overcome this strange numbness Of self inflicted shadowing Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty As these flightless insects crawl back inside Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine
Its time to do what's written Explain, I can't until you let go of all you know To understand what truths we are missing Or that have been hidden I will use my self as target Cause its not in everyone To comprehend what life really is Want their illusions to last And their sheltered seeds To know aristocracy is vast And naturally be thankful you Were born into a family name. Using me just went out the window "Is everybody in" the parable now begins Just let me reiterate one thing This is not prewritten are premeditated Comes as I flow in know order its a border Of all spirits journeys I just speak what I hear As all thoughts ideas and fears from bankers to horticulture engineer and use metaphor to gently spread what's shown To me at the speed of energy life is about the moments you didn't notice Cause your loyal to a few instead of all This may be another start of a recently lost 365 pages of parabolic explanation But this time the mind I lost is back in parts Its a dang shame I spent my life running from My destination. I always knew were I was headed But I love unconditionally And did not upset a global rhythm So spent my years destroyiing myself So I will start on this suicide mission Of speaking things that reason can see but ironically are mind is to caught up In lies we would despice given silence, thought, And time. Granted I'm adhd ocd and have a hyperactive brain it never stops I don't sleep I go into energy efficient sleep mode Screen iis off but the light still blinking Wifi and Bluetooth are examples of the Sync option that we all have and I always known That has been proven but dismissed Cause to refill u must have empty cup And no one wants to give up what they got And even those who don't have it good wont see truth because between Faith, luck, and advertising they may Get a chance to were thousand dollar slacks And treat those below like they have no reason To think they deserve the blessing they Accidently came across. In the stroke of a check their roots, ideas, and ethics lost or bought Traded to the man made faceless seemingly the most beautiful thing to give all a fair shot at being Elite when before we bought in we were equal men. The rabbit hole goes deep and who better To hear words and not speak pridefully One thing above all and its a hitter Before you understand creation You first must understand man is nothing
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 was born in the depths of agony, the kin left me When I refused to accept the mindless norms, the success left me When fate played tricks on me, the faith left me When I bowed to the gloom in life, the happiness left me When I turned to the darkness for solace, the shadow left me When I closed my eyes to escape the reality, the imagination left me When I pursued the path of perfection, the passion left me When I failed to find the elusive ego the confidence left me When I succumbed to the promise of glory the morality left me When I waited for the whisper of love, the patience left me when I yielded to the temptations of lust, the integrity left me When I lay to rest at last, the peace left me Oh loneliness! I resent you but love you more, for you are who walked with me through every door and when I embraced you, all animosity left me
The Tears of the Clown A veil of smiles, worn effortlessly. Tuning out the blurring din, alone in the cackling throng, never hoping to belong, though pining to fit-in. Peeling off the thin facade, feeling the pained charade, melting into the dim parade. Trickling effortlessly down, over the strained contours, of a spurious laugh, the tears of the clown, rehearsed, rehashed, form an unending cold stream, dissolving the lingering traces, of this simple boy's dream
The touch of your whispers has blown through the air And the wave of summer disappears in the sand There's nothing to stop these memories are gone Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they've stopped Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist You picture the east and close her eyes For the dawn's a coming in all of our lives The night's now bleeding forever it tilts Circling the orbit no rest from the filth Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim And the skies from the ocean will always stand still The pain from the east has moved to the west These days are numbered just like the rest Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away The whole world has changed in less than a day
Your name, I whisper like hushed lullabies Trying not to notice the crack in my voice Every time I do so. I attempt to make lovely things Out of pain and misery and tragedies That seethe my insides; I try not to wake the monster that Sleeps within my soul But you have always been a ghost, And so I turn you into poetry.
I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds? I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised! I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time. I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes. I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds But I too have been lied to and conned! I've fought many battles and won many fights I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right. My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores. I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again Destruction seems to be my one and only friend Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured, Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!
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.
In life Like my poems I miss something In the empty space Among the words And in between the gap Of two lines As I can not delve And becomes A cascade of warm water To sprinkle upon you Nor I can go high to condense And fall upon you Like a drop of dew Inappropriate become My actions Like the words I use Without proper punctuations My intentions are Like my emotions Misunderstood and misinterpreted.
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 ...
a 2:00 AM scribble... 'twas but a lifetime ago when she floated as if in a dream when the whistling winds called out her name while the truth was revealed of her love supreme she walked into the barren landscape of my world and carved-up an exclusive place excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute a passion blazing with renewed belief with solitude consigned to the shadows and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light her love an endless sea of possibility washing up against the shores of my moonless night and when that burst of colour came through like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight her face like a revelation shone as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight and though a lifetime ago it seems she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong in the haven of her warm embrace as I gaze lovingly at her wondrous face and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher it takes but a moment with her to know that these feelings shall prevail for they diminish not, as they continually grow spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above for here is where I always hope to be anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea so allow me to thank thee for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought so stay well, sweet one and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue and know forever that these scribbled words are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...
as the rain falls on the city all words seem drenched running like worthless ink off meaningless paper yet the rain falls incessantly on in sheets of glassy vehemence tearing my thoughts apart splintering the fragile truce of this night words, just worthless words floating by wrestling me to the ground worthless words devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true disjointed and hollow as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom a vain cloak of indulgence, while revelling in the impending doom and still the rain keeps pouring clipping the wings of my dreams that are no longer intent on soaring but why do i subject you to all this idle and quite bitter chatter for when all is said and done and scribbled will any of this matter? so i take leave of you, yet again as i surrender to the lunacy of the sane and to the whipping of the cold, biting harrowing rain...
Ludwig & Vincent... 'They said that you were mad, Vincent', whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent. 'I still am, quite insane', replied Vincent, 'but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear'. 'I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am', Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent. 'just look at them now', Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, 'look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights'. 'yes', smiled Ludwig, 'look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear'. 'Yes, dear Ludwig', Vincent sighed, 'they do not care enough to hear'. Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.
Awake at Midnight sleep retreats into tunnels of dewy thoughts teasing the worn mind awake at midnight dreams recede into caverns of mist to brew their hazy potions awake at midnight weariness seduces the being seeking to slip away thirsting for solace in the numbness of slumber awake at midnight still.
The Deluge. finally the deluge skipping in rhythmic heartbeats the softly sprinkling rain hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts the weary evening glistening leaves on beaming trees blades of grass shimmer like rough diamonds strewn about and settling in my heart is the softly lilting touch of peace of truth of the rain clearing away the debris of this passing day
What must it be like to have no name, to be forgotten by your parent? Do you sit and dream of all the names you could have had, or pray for the day when your mother comes back and answers your ultimate question, What is my title?
night falls wounded by the days' plight night consumes all the hopeful fractured splinters of light night recedes into its desolate lair night extinguishes the roaring furnace of despair night hides from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel night flees leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel night soars breaking the chains of isolation night rots in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation night devours the travails of the day that has past night mends the wounds that once were doomed to last night returns faithfully as the day must retire night settles the doomed voices that mutter and conspire night consoles the weary mind and the restless heart so torn night placates knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn so night freezes all snapshots of the passing day as night embraces the new while the old simply fades away
Love, Mania, and Verse The pendulum swings, while the mania in my head, strips me bare and yanks me, into the cauldron of love. Once again, never divining the tea leaves, knowing, always knowing, the gnawing knots of unease, that curl into a fist. My isolation is a shield, a suit of armour, tightly clad around my self, once worn, then discarded, taking its place, on my barren shelf. Love, mania and verse, coalesce, beseeching me, with timeous forewarning, not to tread into the quicksand, that slippery bog of promise. Yet, in times past, in moments present, tis' that very promise, that I cling to. At times I lose, myself in the crowd, rebelling in the solitude found there, at times I claw, my way back to the now, aching for the pain that stings, the buried voice that sings, dirges to forgotten emotions, scribbled verse that flings, the toys out of my cot, while I wait, for the mania to stop, knowing, always knowing, that it shall be, merely a matter of time, before the other shoe, must, as always, drop.
Home Squirming through my skin, moulting once again. Roots flailing like rotting driftwood, bashed upon the merciless shore. Home awaits the weary traveller, to comfort and offer solace. No home awaits me, mere bricks and scattered memories. Lost in the folds of memory, a withered identity beyond recall. Home. Long misplaced by the wayside, forever gone, vanished in time. Home. As skin moults with dreary repetition. No home, no place of solace. For I left myself in a half-forgotten alley, While I forever trawl for the way home.
Callously discarding, talismans of heart and soul, hastily scorching all bridges, in a supernova burying me whole, retreating into emptiness, no salvation to be found, sins too many to absolve, drowning, in a freshly dug hole in the cold ground. Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in, asphyxiating me, within the walls of my dismal room, sinking into the abyss, disappearing, fading, lost forever, inside an emotionless, vacuum
They Do Not See Me at All they do not see me at all... as I walk through these desecrated avenues of soul-deadening frenzy I see them all rushing past me and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call they do not see me at all it seems at times, that invisible am I for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl they rush past me for they do not see me at all I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall still they rush past me for they do not see me at all I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl and yet they rush past me for they do not see me at all they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl for they do not see me at all and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces I wish to crawl back into my nothingness where they cannot see me at all
Masks. Fingers, clawing at my face, slipping beneath the facade, tugging, tearing, flailing, stripping off the veneer, exposing the fragmented decay, cloaked, under this mask I wear today. Hands, groping for another layer, embroidered on my thin skin, peeling, rotting, searing, shaving away the truths, entwined in a jagged kiss, revealing, the vacuum of an emotional abyss. Fleeing, from myself yet again, bound for nothingness, desolate, cold, empty, lost on barren pathways, bruising my heart as I tread, shuddering, at the horrors that lie ahead.
We Shall Always be Many More (For the dispossessed of this world) we shall always be many more we who roast in your designer factories our brows dripping with our salty sweat we who may forgive but shall never forget we shall always be many more we who reek of cheap moonshine we who stagger and often stumble we whose stomachs never cease to rumble we shall always be many more we who polish your fine bone china we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped we shall always be many more we who clean up after your pretty children we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept into the bowels of desolation, as mothers' tears are wept we shall always be many more we who do your dirty work each day we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten we shall always be many more we who will rise up and seize the light of hope and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns we shall always be many more and there shall be many more of us still to come to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed for we too have children whom we have to feed we shall always be many more 'and the meek shall inherit the earth' or something like that though we no longer care for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share we shall always be many more... (With thanks to Ken Loach's movie 'Land & Freedom')
walking down trodden paths craving peace diluted, tepid, watered-down peace etched lines on weather-beaten faces craving release final, open, unfettered release crawling through today seeking simple moments of silence quiet, hushed, un-spoken silence where will this road lead? a dungeon of momentary respite a hovel of worn-down exhaustion where will this road lead? from yesterday's torment to today's promise from past regrets to tomorrow's solace where will this road lead? away from fear of regret of guilt of grief of wrath of needling stabbing truth where will this road lead? now embarked upon with halting steps gently treading between the thorns to that transient place not a destination a caravan-serai of hope a place of encompassing ease of shackles broken of hope released to that abode that elusive abode of peace


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4.16 / 5.00 4,391 ViewsOk, there are a few things i'd like to address:
1) There is a game based on the animation and there's a link at the end of the flash for it
2) If you couldn't access the site through the aforementioned link it might be due to the high number of hits we've been having
3) if you want to know the name of the song used, read the credit at the end
My "sequel" to Gravity, and I what i mean by sequel is that its kinda the same but not really...sorta. Compared to Gravity this one has more guys, better blood, and another classic game. Special thanks to Skempel for making the (non-flash) downloadable game. Enjoy!
Wow...front page. I'm stunned. Thanks everybody, and I'm glad you all enjoy it! Hope you like the game too!
Good song, but that whole stick killing has been done before. There really was no plot, but what was I supposed to expect?
I liked this
I heard the song on Kill Bill Vol. 1. My brother thinks the music is japanese yodeling. What do you think
Oh man,
I thought this was a game,and I went through it twice thinking I got just as far both times.I thought this was a game where the guy's had emotions and tried to warn their friends.Well anyway this was a good flash the music fit.Maybe they can go to a tetris game next time.