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Like open arms These broken gates reach out to me And lead me to the lonely house That overlooks the sea Her door once proud and stately Now splintered hangs in shame As she realizes no longer can she Keep out the wind and rain I look into her beautiful Sad and haunted eyes These windows to her soul Where alone she waits to die Her rooms I see before me Stripped naked raped and bleeding And somewhere from within them I hear her softly pleading She beckons me to enter I cross her threshold timidly And suddenly an old familiar feeling Comes washing over me The floorboards squeak beneath me As I move slowly down the hall Tip-toeing through the paper roses All withered on her walls I step into her parlor With tears falling from my eyes As precious memories carry me To the place my heart resides I see her in her former splendor Dressed in satin and old lace Crystal chandeliers reflect the light And caress her lovely face French doors open to the fields Where once I used to play Make believe in lands of dreams On sunny summer days Silky curled beside the hearth Purring softly as she sleeps I caress her so tenderly As my heart falls at her feet The air is filled with music As grandma strokes the keys The aunts and uncles all join in And sing in harmony We take our places at the table Laid out in fine bone china We bow our heads and thank the Lord For all the ties that bind us Grandpa carves the giant turkey Grandma brings the platters We fill our plates with food and mirth And an endless stream of chatter And when the moon hangs overhead In a soft and velvet sky One by one we take our leave With hugs kisses and goodbye's. I love you Grandma I love you Grandpa Rings into the night And once again in my world Everything is right I close the door behind me I say my last farewell As I hear her take her final breath In the trill of a whippoorwill ~~~~~ Author: Elaine George My first entry on Poetrysoup - Feb. 2, 2006
I look to the Moon, hanging aloft Among the clouds so milky soft. How must it feel, so high above? So chilled and bleak and void of love. Collapsed and sunken are his eyes, Dark and deep as the onyx skies. As the Moon shies from the sun, I share no love with anyone. The Moon is alone, without affection. In its grim face is my reflection. Inside my heart, the longing grows, And rots my soul, a sickly rose. While I look beyond this cage, I clench my fists; they shake with rage. I desperately stare above, Wishing to fly, free as a dove; For release from the troubled heart I claim, To be finally rid of the madness and shame. Although reprieve is found in song, To no one does my soul belong. In music, may the pleas be spoken, But all in vain; the heart is broken. The Sphere returns, begins to sigh. We are not so different, You and I. So twisted and fractured is the White Stone. We both have no one; We are both all alone.
'Twas on a morn' in early spring When I met Rose Marie In a garden Where she sat - upon a bench Beneath a willow tree Where - with a glance My heart was stabbed With pangs of jealousy For it was - very plain to see She was - by far - more beautiful than me She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows Spun with threads of gold As she described the man she loved With all her heart and soul She told me - of his beauty Raven hair and eyes of green And as she talked - he appeared - before me As in a - living dream She told me - how she met him On the Shore of Evermore There in the fields - above the cliffs Amid the mist - an ocean roar She told me how - with their first kiss He carried her away As he poured his love - into her soul There - so high above - that wind-swept bay With Heaven - but a breath away Her words - like magic - in that moment Cast a spell on me For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love With Cannon Lee I longed to feel his breath His lips upon my velvet skin I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts That now burned - so deep within So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave And turned her back on me I dug my thorns into her wrist And sealed - my evil deed My jealousy - now turned to poison Ran quickly through her veins And as she tried - to pry me loose I clawed her - once again "Tainted blood" - is what they say Stole his love away And that is how - I came to be here On these cliffs today. So tenderly - he holds me now And finally kisses me As his tears - fall on my open petals And trickle - down my leaves Then - from his lips - there comes a cry Of such despair - it cracks the sky " My darling - my love - my life Why did you have to die?" And here so high - above these cliffs These cliffs of 'Evermore' I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar 'Rose Marie' - 'Rose Marie' As he cast me - with a final kiss Into the raging sea. ~~~ Author: Elaine George August 29th, 2009
'Twas on a morn' in early spring When I met Rose Marie In a garden Where she sat - upon a bench Beneath a willow tree Where - with a glance My heart was stabbed With pangs of jealousy For it was - very plain to see She was - by far - more beautiful than me She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows Spun with threads of gold As she described the man she loved With all her heart and soul She told me - of his beauty Raven hair and eyes of green And as she talked - he appeared - before me As in a - living dream She told me - how she met him On the Shore of Evermore There in the fields - above the cliffs Amid the mist - an ocean roar She told me how - with their first kiss He carried her away As he poured his love - into her soul There - so high above - that wind-swept bay With Heaven - but a breath away Her words - like magic - in that moment Cast a spell on me For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love With Cannon Lee I longed to feel his breath His lips upon my velvet skin I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts That now burned - so deep within So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave And turned her back on me I dug my thorns into her wrist And sealed - my evil deed My jealousy - now turned to poison Ran quickly through her veins And as she tried - to pry me loose I clawed her - once again "Tainted blood" - is what they say Stole his love away And that is how - I came to be here On these cliffs today. So tenderly - he holds me now And finally kisses me As his tears - fall on my open petals And trickle - down my leaves Then - from his lips - there comes a cry Of such despair - it cracks the sky " My darling - my love - my life Why did you have to die?" And here so high - above these cliffs These cliffs of 'Evermore' I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar 'Rose Marie' - 'Rose Marie' As he cast me - with a final kiss Into the raging sea. ~~~ Author: Elaine George
Mesmerizing flutters and flourishes gracefully blow on the wind drifting, creeping and crawling up and down my back door I see you hit the pane slide a little to the left and kiss another slipping together as your mass melds - swaying as one As if on dancing on ice Together you perform Quick-stepping motion As the crowd thickens or winds abate Tired from your escapade together you settle On the purest white bed Where tomorrows warmth will warm your juices Melting you and allowing you to slip away almost unnoticed you make your exit
A woman in rags with beautiful skin Rusticity seen all over looking for a job To her the village sky was too small to win She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe. Moved to the city in one-room apartment With her husband & daughter with wishes. After some years the life gave a good start, But her husband was attacked by paralysis. Lying in a broken bed numb as a wound She shed me deforming tiles of the rooms. A life's funeral procession was on its round The man who loved her tore her to pieces. She was still a beauty, accepted another He made her laugh till she with joy me recall I gave her the feelings of a summer shower She was happy that I was at her beck and call. As the time passed when her beauty faded Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed No semblance of the beauty she was, Alas! Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter I ran to help, heart torn, killed him with spite Again cure for her was my salty taste and sweat. I'm tear, multi-faceted emotions of heart much stressed By happiness, grief, and pain when they are in excess. Dr. Ram Mehta ============================== Tenth place win in: Contest: Personify a tear sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
if i wanted to kiss you would you stand still if i wanted to be with you could we both time kill if i held your hand would you understand or carress your cheek would you be meek if i whispered in your ear would you hear if i look into your eyes would they lie and tell me something else that my heart is saying if i wanted to love you with all my heart would that be smart if i made you my reason to live would it be worth everything i give and if i said i love you would you hold those words above you forsaking all others as the preacher said being mine and to no others lead then my heart belongs to you remember, to no other will i be true with this poem i make this pact and with my hopes i hope you act fill in all the love that i lack and as for doubts we could fill up the cracks
There, .......in the meadow...... ........exposed, trembles my heart.... wide-open for all the hunters of love to view.... ....frozen, in place.... muscles tense.... trying to avoid the self- perceived dangers even a slight flinch may bring........ This place was once a garden of rejuvination and needed space .... that healed all wounds, now......an unsureness fills the misty air, revealing scattered pieces of what it is this heart has been running from..... words, like bullets, shot forth from the trusted emotion, called love..... piercing, burning, betraying my heart of the comfort that lured me once before to this meadow ...... A trophy, for an insecure hunter with no passion of his hunt?...not .this heart , it shall return when the timing feels right...and the clover does not taste quite so bitter....
It is raining leafs' They are pouring down If you half listen Then, They barely make a sound.. -------- The birds' they do sing, They doth' fly south The tinny tinkling Taste of morning dew Is so prevalent... I can taste it in my mouth Poet/Author Gary Fields
I pulled my aching body Outside to get Vitamin D The beauty of my back yard Filled me with jubilee And as I turned up my face To soak up each golden ray I heard strange sweet voices That added joy to my day And the sun spoke to me As he blazed down from the sky… "Like me you must be strong And warm those who pass by" And the wind spoke to me As it played with my hair… "Like the Holy Spirit of God I'm here and everywhere." And the birds spoke to me With their blissful little tweets… "Open your heart to friends They will give you many treats" And the blossoms spoke to me In fuchsia garments of spring… "See the thorns by our sides? Be prepared for all life brings." And the grass spoke to me As it lay yellow on the ground "Let love water your soul So new life in you may be found." And the sky spoke to me In azure tones of love… "I'm endless as you can see Free to fly is the peace dove." And the clouds spoke to me As they sailed up in the sky… "Let the worries that you have Like us just drift on by" And the pine trees spoke to me As their scent filled the air… "Stand tall like us and know Gods help is always there." Today, all nature spoke to me In a mother's tone so kind My heart heard every word And I found my peace of mind. Eileen Manassian Ghali
A PAINTING. Creating and recreating Shapes of desire A cunning way to rest My tired brain, painting Coloured to aspire A curve to be hugged A corner to be embraced. Murmuring song of Past remembrance Mind ravaged in situ. Energising the hand To ask for spirit's favour Setting up an arrangement To trap myself aflame Within a creative frame.
I hear the music calling me From the smooth and shiny rows of keys The ebony and ivory And all the melodies between 'Come!' it says, 'And play a song Upon your fingertips I'll canter along. Befriend the scales—arpeggios Follow the tune wherever it goes Let your heart become the notes Let your soul become the pitch Let your life become the piece Together we shall play.' I hear the music calling me From brazen gold and silver strings Between burnished frets I have seen The beginnings of a reverie 'Come!' it says 'And pick a poesy, Fast and furious, young and rosy. Strum my chords, tickled with rhythm Call and coax the magic within them Let your mind roam free and far Let your voice capture the stars Let your soul be one with mine Together we shall play.' I hear the music calling me From silver, circular woodwind keys The trilled and tranquil fairy fifes Will slice the silence like a knife 'Come!' it says, 'And toot a tune And learn the lore of lustrous flutes. Dance upon the bars and staffs Our mystery within your grasp Know the sharps, the flats, crescendos Staccatos and diminuendos Since your birth you've known it's so This is knowledge you should know Lay your life upon these keys Tune your heart to match my beat Sing and dance your destiny Together we shall play.'
My fruit from the tree of love/ Branches of sweetness with no bravado our future's fragrance is bravo/ I have no words without your rubbery skin and smooth lips/ I dished up smiles before your visit with no limits/ Though you grew in the woods/ Allow me to welcome you in my hood/ Life is drying up and dying rough/ Hunters peel any moving dressed up skins it's no bluff/ Ship from your town to my township and that's a tip/ Your fleshy vivid body sparkles predictable smiles and love from a distance trip/ Your body I would climb if you let me/ Your brunches I would massage if you let me/ I dream to seed your womb with vigorous multiple fruits till eternity/ I dream to rescue you from discarded cuddles and refrigerators/ Your cold days will be warm in my arms/ My avocado this is my shameless affectionate avow/ My heart holds no snakes, monkeys, scratchy cats, lizards or mythical wizards/ My tongue your shower/ My lips your perfume/ Your tears I will screen clean till they're embittered no more/ And that's a promise with a sexy salad/
I tripped and fell in love/ She set my mind on high heels/ I could not walk her voltage love/ I tripped and fell in love/ Malicious care collapsed before her face/ She skydived my soul in questions/ Subsequently/ I tripped and fell in love/ Non liquid love attacked my solid blushes Infatuation sent my love to the ground Dimensions in smiles The concrete surface of my love I tripped and fell in love The ground i kissed She borrowed me her hips To land on She's my sponge Duplicating tons and tons of keys to her heart I did She saw my heart Her tears dimpled my earth Beats building safety and silent screams No you hang up kind of warranty Empty pockets saved by the moon for candle lights Elbows bruised Kilimanjaro hips i longed to climb I tripped and fell in love Veins escaping blood Searching for get away context The bond between grew Our hugs planted roots Legs intertwined stinking undividable romance No perfume can kill our love stench My master woke up I tripped and fell in love This is no love idea But reality at its own feet Walking my dreams and longings This home i build The joints between my thighs and legs pushed me down One knee Sexy imaginations started placing reflecting romantic proposals In one knee Awesome beats came in heart beats Propositions made its way to love streets Awesome beats came in heart beats Eliminate rats around the love street Awesome beats came in heart beats Less cops safe for us in love Street The comedy ruled we thought we still kids My breath urinated joy Conversations came in multiple smokes Smiles flew in speed of cats Time delay enjoyable split seconds The sky became our mirror I tripped and fell in love
Letters turn into words.....While words turn into understanding with meaning,some you've never heard.... Sentences turn into stories....As stories fill our hearts and mind...slowly... seducing thoughts letter by letter, word by word, line by line... Words floating around in my head it's like they just won't quit... I find meaning in everything, from the very first letter that any word has in it.... So for me writing is like my souls transformation into words... Into a personal sense of freedom and levels of self expression in ways yet to be heard.... It's so beautiful to me...That when I open my eyes I am able to see.... That life forms all type of letters into words into sentences into stories into my mind into my being into my heart into me... Chapters of love, pain, passion, lose ,success,pleasure, deceit, and envy.... The effects are astonishing and I've been blessed to see, The world's soul transformed into words into life into POETRY....
Summer: Sunshine-blonde with sapphire eyes, Cheeks tinged pink by bold sunrise. She smiles at noon to light the sky, Nudging clouds with gentle sighs. She wears a gown of mossy lace With blooming buttons, neatly spaced. With ocean heart and river veins, She seldom cries - she dislikes rain. Autumn: Fire-red locks with rose gold eyes Bright with flecks of fireflies. She pulls a veil of thunder clouds Across the sky - a purple shroud. She wears a robe of flaming beads, A golden crown of rainbow leaves. With full moon heart and molten veins, She weeps at will - she enjoys rain. Winter: Raven mane with silver eyes, Soft skin pale as milky skies. She exhales gusts of icy wind; Her breath leaves frost on everything. She wears a cloak of northern lights With sunburst jewels carved from ice. With clouded heart and frozen veins, She cannot cry - she freezes rain. Spring: Amber curls with emerald eyes - A fickle pair that floods and dries. She melts away the ice and snow And resurrects the sun's warm glow. She wears a cape of tangled stems, Of gauzy vines and rosebud gems. With honey heart and nectar veins, She loves to cry - she lives for rain.
Just to touch the untouchable touches of reality's toughest fingers prints Touching the untouchable weakness in multiple personal splashes The year has been a nightmare with no blankets Birds get shot down with no mercy mistaken for nightmares Rulers of rules hidden in hells' only passage Smelling power armpits Coordinators of exposed blood suckers in gallons Chaos now rule confusions Slam you slam the slammers The holder of telephonic microphones for decades I am your seed nevertheless you hardly eat my healthy streams Can i slam your slams slamming all forgotten slams The chimney in my neck is about to explode dark smoke The only soap washing illegal sniffer dogs Nostrils that sniff private conversations Wrap it and send it to majority of non-gifted slammers planting fast paced maturity Drag the slam down your throat like murdered lyrics choked on purity The sickest abandoned words spraying choir practice effects Lyrical birds slam pages flipping wings waving brave slammers Sheltered in the nest of fame chasers Apologies packed in jeans Truth compete on fashion parades Lies are rated the greatest fashion ever designed Models dress in scams and sexy metaphors spitting rudeness by force Conscious is tattooed and spared for black days Spoken word my shampoo The only soap cleaning dirty secrets Life's only barefooted spoken words typing injured bangs Reports glorify honesty Speaking prophecy prophesy corrections of spoken slams Slam The road rage winner awarded for speeding corrections Just to trace the untraceable touches of reality's complicated fingers prints Moving the untouchable weakness in multiple personal splashes A drop of a burning smile heals a heart broken angel I salute as you slam doors on spoken corrections (c) Ray
Contempt of ability in it-self Is that which is Of its' own creation And is a consort Which requires' conciliation ... From God, My inhibited nature does' wane And in thus, further my Heart And there are so many reasons' Why that I should pray Fore I do sing the repartition Of shame Deep in my own Heart ------ Thus... Things' will still remain Just the same... ------ Fore it has been that way From the very start Poet/Author Gary Fields
The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.
A weary sky settles low on a bed of soft sand, eyes closing, and drifts in dreams of agile hands – hands birthed from crystal clouds, rising and falling like a breath calling, haunting from the ages, beating aloud like the pulse of man's muse – sculpting, painting, inventing an artist's sanctuary. A sparkling sky witnesses, with eyes wide, beauty and imagination birthed from inspired minds, and wakes from dreams of agile hands creating an original portrait, a unique expression. With a wink from the eccentric and offbeat clouds, a communal museum, comes to life - a labor of love shrouded by sky on a bed of soft sand. for Roy Jerden's East Jesus Poetry Contest, 12/15/14
We've been weighing on my mind. I'm sorry for my conflicting ways. I have many layers to my emotions, some I choose to listen to which end up betraying me. I was disheveled, when you walked into my story when things were extremely stormy. The smile & laugh, which had quit eluded me, came floating back within me. It made me smile to know someone could still bring them back to me. That maze of which we spoke, has many winding ways. Way which lead to many places, which most people do not stay. Somehow though, I don't know why, there is no spark within me. We do, however, have a key, the key to smiles & laughter. After we began to talk I could see how you began to shine. The many smiles, in that small time, should not become history, for our friendship could be something great, but now is rather grey. I understand if you decide to leave our laughs and friendship behind. Just do not leave me in the dark, to try and solve the mystery.
I've relinquished thee, Set thee alight with torture, For thee know not my decree, And I left thee to the rodents of nature. I fancied a dream once; I had thee sprung in winter, Had thee fruit in abundance, And sought life with love so richer. My heart went grey of love, I nested a heart of a nomad, I left thee with no roof above, Winter, summer reign in command. I have returned again, I will prune and water thee, Rebuild and better all the pain, For I had relinquished thee. I Miss You.
They call him the artist. People think he is crazy making up beautiful stories of life. He takes pictures and draws reality and tells exactly what it is. He speaks and we get truth from the love of his words. He always has a way of timing just the right moment to click. He loves the rush of surviving the risk and winning the statues. The young can't wait for his stories which paint the photos. He takes the mic and makes all heads move on any direction. His lyrics in his songs will make you dance for that reason. Take crap in and out of create a beautiful sculpture. Roll out industry's fabric to fashion up everyone who seen it. He can open up a brain and see what to mind then close w-hole. He can get into the ring and fight seriously but look like dancing. He can read the patterns of color and follow them to paradise. He manipulates Chemicals wittingly for the benefit of the community. Takes up his ride 2500miles and lands it half way around the world. His work is recognized wherever he goes for his unique way of painting reality. All can be artists in their own way . Long live ART.
Experiencing many different emotions, it is shocking to my soul. Such an intense attraction drawing me in, surprising I am complete as a whole. Finally full and complete within, a satisfation I've never experienced before. Finally someone able to find the hidden key, the only key that can unlock my safty door. Gratified in every way possible, he has broken through the barrier I've been hiding behind for years. Complete in life and in love, finally able to let go of all my fears. With a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, my dream has come true. He is my definition of perfect, from day one, my heart and head just knew. He leads me through many exciting adventures, packed full of pleasant surprises. Everyday he gives me something new, the intensity level constantly rises. As the relationship continues, the emotions get more intense. Surprising me every chance he gets, my suspense level balances on the fence. It hit me like a tons of bricks, how fast I needed what he had to offer. His eyes, his touch, his love and charm, made me a little softer. Everyday I look forward to where this will lead, but I am excited as a couple what we have become. Enjoying every moment as it's our very first, my heart constantly beats like a drum. We have been through many trials and tribulations, with every memory I keep on replay. DeShane, you are the one meant for me, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, is where I want you to stay!
Journalism! My gold dream, So out competing it's. Sighted by a crowd. Embraced by few. Outrank on screen it's. I love journalism! Journalism! Adventurous it's. Sounds of rockets in netherworld, Not about to transfix a journalist, But only sought-after, I love journalism! Journalism! It's a dream in me, A dream of gold and my cheese! I want to fit in the press shoes, Now I got to write, report and broadcast. Journalism don't gravity me! All Rights Reserved © T.m.T scripts
Soft spring winds, or a harsh winter's freeze we all write in our version of simplicity an artist makes passionate love to his canvas a musician strikes cords in longing hearts With this moment of our very being we give birth to what is hiding the mixture of people and their dreams with an artist's heart we see them clearly Every minute of every single day one cries look at me, see who I am, create my destiny through eyes that see in every color, we dare to dream giving birth to that part of our personality Our thoughts are alive, begging for sweet release no one understands who we are, or all those who live inside but an artist's soul can be bestowed in imagery some of us kill them, stab them with our quill, or brush Some make love to them for extended lengths of time as creating a bust out of clay, removing the hate we add, we take away, but in the end it breathes and each of us knows of that work, we call a dear friend We go where no feet dare to tread, our very souls bleed the parts that are kind, evil, sexy, smart, ignorant, or unheard of this is the stuff life is made of to us the many personalities that live within delivered by the artists who dare to dream the UN thought of...
PERSONIFICATION PAINTING Most of the day, Alone on this wall we stay; When the doors open wide Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide; On view for all for free see Our lives, on show for all to see; On the seat ,over there,they sit Often bored,only their kids will admit; Silence is the rule in our home, Our photos and bios well catalogued; Up close into my face they peer Often my expression can bring a tear; Yes,admiration we do adore, Silent hedonism,can be a bore; At night with the alarm turned on Some of us burst into song; We long for freedom,to be alone, In a family,not on our own Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft. To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don't last forever. Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it's own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while. To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild. To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could've sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper "everything will be okay." It's raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it's peaceful security. The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares. He doesn't care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about. Maybe he'll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was "The animals know better than us."
~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
The words in my head are beautiful. They are dancing cheek to cheek with Southern legato or London staccato with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks, with native Dutch, straight from the heart. The words in my head are reluctant to stand in line. They like to dance and play. They like to echo inside the skull, infinite Ping-Pong straight from the heart. The words in my head come alive, naked at the stroke of a key. Ribbons of red and green show who's been good and who's been bad. Dots on the screen, straight from the heart. The words in my head are ready to face the world. I comb their hair and clean their nose and wave goodbye until they disappear around the bend. One day they will be back, straight to the heart
Note: This is a game for all seasons'... The End Game ------ The Lords' Arch Angel stood At First Base As the Angels' Took the Field ------ It was just after supper The crowd's just have had Their ' LAST ' Meal ------ Jesus was at Short Stop Usually He takes' the Field Where God had gave Gift's of everything Fore this was Thy Will be done ------- As the Angles' sang They suddenly took the field Their was total silence As the Angles' began To Kneel Fore at hand was a Prayer This PRAYER I could really feel ------ As I Looked at Home PLATE I thought that it must Have been a big mistake Fore all over the park I clearly saw that The 'PARK' was Dark Yet, their was light All over the PARK ------- Then I could hear the Sound of the HARPS' ------ Then ------ I knew that it was for HEAVEN'S sake ------ This I could tell from the Glory And by the Holy LIGHT The the LORD was with us With all of His Glory And MIGHT ******TO BE CONTINUED****** Poet Author Gary Fields (KBS)
A pen rests unreservedly in my lips Another embraced behind my ear A ream of paper at peace on my lap And ink smudges consume my fingers / My perception beyond physicality Mystical enchanters in chorus Momentaneous fantasies in flesh And the artistry streams / In a foxtrot my pen whirls Across the ballroom of parchment Virginal ink smears And the gala commences / Unbeknownst of my environs Enveloped passionately within my illusions Adventures given essence And pressed into a colloquy / Not infamous is my name Nor are my narrations published But a dream I live for And a tale to be told
Frightened; scared; worrisome, that's how I am.. Not that I am so ****ed up or too bad.. Rather I am caring so much... Or maybe I have experienced too much.. I built up walls to protect myself... I restricted myself to rules and regulations.. I defined and structured ways to be in control.. I followed a pattern to avoid dominion... Maybe because of how I have grew up.. Maybe because of how the persons treated me.. Maybe because of how situations challenge me.. Maybe because of actual experience.. True, I am almost exactly like that.. Few have taken the time and effort to discover me.. That.. Behind those smiles are hidden pains to burst.. Behind those silence are quiet tears waiting to break.. Behind those hugs are yearnings of affection. Behind those compositions are me: myself... Yet, I have always been hopeful... Always holding on... Not that of pretentions. Nor to give good impression.. Rather, It is because of that burning faith.. It is because of that selfless love... Didn't I laugh hard until I'm teary eyed.. Didn't I sing so much until my voice hoarse.. Didn't I eat so much that I burp.. Didn't I given so much that I'm remembered... Didn't I still love so much that I don't expect any returns.. I lie to protect people I love.. I break rules to get closer to what I want.. I work hard to attain my dreams... I try to be the happy me to me others happy.. I am living my life the way I know right.. I made mistakes and even failed.. but, I rejoice to acknowledge these didn't stop me.. These didn't lead me to quit.. I rise up.. I stood up.. I am still here.. God, helped me through it all.. by: olive_eloi 02/10/2013 1:37pm -------+-----**
******** Why is a dream...? So much better than - Reality - ------ Because it doe's The same thing Only with low... Overhead GF
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
A Woman ------ Is a Woman And there-by Unique by design - Fore - She is the Arbor Of Man - And - Here-by Attainable In the Opuses' Of God GF
"Why isnt the phone ringing"? I keep thinking to myself. Did he already put his heart and us, high upon a shelf? I have'nt been gone 24 hours and I feel as though I am not missed. My mind keeps going back to the last time we kissed. It was gentle and sweet, filled with desire.. He put my mind in a whirlwind, and set my body on fire. Why cant he love me? as i love him? I wish he'd open his heart and let me in! I don't know how long to try, or even if I should? I don't want to think I should have gotten out while I could. I'm already in so deep, he owns my fragile heart. From him, i wish to never part. Will he break this heart, will I cry endless tears? or will we be together for many happy years? I need a fortuneteller, a genie or a magicball To just fill me in, tell me all. written 1/27/1998
This key, how it laughs!- how it taunts! how it shows proof of a heart to unlock. Yet with every atempt it leaps from my grasp, And plays a cruel game of hide and seek. A game from which mine heart wanes. Now i find the key.. Only to hear the cruel laughter once more.
You are More than a Friend! From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you Your words, joy, laughter, and peace, were so factual beyond my apprehending Your inner man, inner beauty and placidness are always out spoken Your friendship over the years enlighten up my soul, heart and life Each jiffy I have an opportunity to be in your presence, talk to you, touch your hands I often do not leave your presence the same-your tender heart often embraces my sorrows Truly and honestly-You are More than a Friend People say, friends come and go-For me, true friendship is forever You have shared your mutual and frank friendship in my life Despite the distance, silence and absence of your physical being or presences Your voice and words always whispers in my inner most being Deeds and words we shared, have built inside our subconscious as eternal memories Although phantoms self-insecurities have kept us apart all this well, Just Remember that-You are More than a Friend Allow me to confess, acknowledge and admit-that fear and doubt Often hinders us to express our feelings and to share our interior gifts with people we love But I also highly appreciate your genuineness-your true nature and expression of love Loving you, being by side and receiving form your deepest inner being is my utmost delight I will always treasure and cherish our friendship-Because You are More than a Friend I could not find appropriate way to articulate and convey my feelings and gratitude But rather than speaking from my heart and through this medium From my heart-through my talent-means using everything from within Dearest Friend, I mean everything I said-And said what I mean Frankly and candidly-You are More than a Friend
They visit me here though they think me dead They all think me a long time gone The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there No one out there now to steal from me this time in here Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin My fateful resting place is one more time again safe No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 July 22, 2010
Peel back my skin & you will find bone. Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now. Just like your my bone. Just like his bone. Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted, my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea. An idea of a man filled with ideas. Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets. And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there. Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children. Bloodshed in the name of love? Heh, no. Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead, the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads. And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life. But in order to believe life you must first live. And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list. So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers. Look at your girlfriend guys. Let her for once keep her clothes on. Remember that she is somebody's daughter. Tell that man or woman how you really feel. Hold the door for someone you don't even know. Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow; Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy! And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit. What spirit you ask? I know mine. Not dad, but Father. And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love. So go ahead. If you're a brother be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister. Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces, Open arms, Very giving people And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace. So peace my brothers. Peace my sisters. Tonight, let these rough cuts make us into love wishers.
How do I stop my heart from loving you when I have already surrendered my heart to you. How could I retreat in falling out of love for you when I am totally hopelessly, madly, and devotedly in love with you. I do not know how to stop loving you because my heart and head are well trained to be devotedly in love with you.It is impossible to fall out of love from you because you are sweet and delicious as cookie. Please come for me. I will not stop begging you to be mine. I belong to you, and you belong to me, my King David.
Peace has gone from my heart like a thief that is lie in waiting ready to emerge from hiding as result leaving me frightened and confused. I am paralyzed from uncertainty, and my mind wonders as if I am in shocked from the sudden impacted from being mugged by the unexpected thief. The peace of my heart is snatched away without a question, if I should relinquish it or not. My heart lies naked without the covering of tranquility. I feel so cold and scare not knowing if my present state is indefinite. I am vulnerable because the secure housing of my heart is gone, and maybe forever. The foreboding of calamity lies at the entrance, and I am panicky knowing what the future entails, frighten because it has not yet unfold.
Who has stolen my heart, a love that cannot be extinguished. My heart is desperate to love him and yet he does not love me, Why? He was the one who ran after me, and I fell for him, and now that he no longer wants me: The world should end. How do I go on knowing he does not belong to me, but my heart belongs to him, which he does not want. I no longer see spectrum of wonderful and vibrant colors of life, but only black and white. Life seems meaningless everything should be become lifeless. I feel lost in the midst of my confused emotion - I am lost in the sea of unbridled love for a man I do not know, and I also do not know how to be loved by one. How I yearn to be hugged and kissed with so much passion that would make me lost in his strong arms forever. When is he going to melt my heart with his, or am I hoping for the impossible to be love by him. How my heart belongs to him... where are you my secret admirer. God made me loved him so he should love me back, please because my heart will stop beating because I lost his love. Please save me Jehovah God because I am sinking in the sea of despair by him not showing me love, so God where is my life's buoy or better yet my 'secret admirer.
O you naïve heart why do you crave? For another life and claim you are brave, Voice your limits in your path of recreation, And let the greedy colors fade, Less is the want of your breath my lady, Less is the shine of your spade. O you friendly intruder you mustn't listen to what they say, For know not they my dreamy dreams, Are only puddles in the way, In danger am I and patience erased, When enters your supervision in my heart to play, Less was the want of my depth my holy, Less was the shine of my rage, Why not then o my heart of hearts, believe? In the darkness of my shadow, And own a gem so rare? Why not then hurry and leave? In the silence of my boat, Away from dreams beyond repair. Tempting and inviting need not be your proposal, Wish as you may, I shall bathe in the darkness of your shadow or, Sail in the silence of your boat, But doomed I shall be if exchanged, Your priceless gem for my dreamy dreams at your disposal.
I sat there all alone, After many visitors Have come and gone. Then I met an artist, Who graced me with his presence; A peculiar man I must insist. He asked to paint my portrait, An offer I couldn't protest, So I sat there feeling irate. Now I'm cemented in history, Through one man's passion for art, Each painting a truelove story. So, to the man with orange hair, I'll always value our friendship; I am known as "Vincent's Chair." ____________________________ Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's The Chairs Tale contest and The Painting "Vincent's Chair" By Vincent Van Gogh-1888
People says loving you is a crime, My eyes cried listening to this brutal rhyme, because u r dearest to me every time, And I died 1000 times listening sour words like lime. Watching your eyes is like watching a heart touching accident, because your single tear makes me restless 100 percent, But these people doesn't understood what I meant, & I am sure one day they will definitely repent. I can't even think of leaving you, Already cried so many times and tears r still due, I told them love doesn't see cast barrier & it's a clue, But they beat you because of our love and its true. U came back again for me and my heart again cried, Watching your scars u don't know haw many times I died, just to be with u several times I lied, so now how to live with u someone has to guide. Is it my fault that you are a monkey, Cant I love a creature even if it is a donkey, I just love u cause you are more pranky. When u dance from one branch to another, I open my arms as a player open for a ball to gather, Cant we enjoy the life being together, But these people say please don't be with monkey forever. In the end They say you might jump & disappear soon, How will they climb trees because its like reaching the moon, They said better love a donkey because he can be found in noon, At one more thought they said better love a famous cartoon.
Oh plump pink rose from heaven my tiny butterfly heart dances How humble am I in this garden of delights just to drink in your beauty! In your presence I sigh and sit and watch you in this June morning.. Open your virgin bud as pink as the blush on an angel's cheek Your petals as soft as the kiss of evening how sweet your fragrance - so intoxicating.. That I find it hard to balance on this leaf as my heart grows giddy with your scent.. More enchanting than any nectar in heaven I bow in your presence and pray to be noticed.. So I may sit near you and feel your softness grant me a moment to alight So I may lie close to you and drink in your loveliness Before an angry breeze tears you apart And carries you away from me scattered petals crying Floating far far away with no trace of your existance..
INDEPENDENCE-NEO-COLONIZATION (WHAT ABOUT US) Physically free, but most of us are still mentally incapacitated We all cheer on 21 March No chains on our arms – no shackles on our ankles Independence a pre-conceived idea of freedom To fight for the true cause-for the causers are the true enemies Physically free, but now questioning the mental status and spiritual levels Never mind, let us all cheer and shout – freedom!!! What about us! Time to look back and merry collectively Yet success and awards are individual Only boobs will sit idly and blame the government Desensitizing, Demolition Dependent mind sets Cause Communion with slave masters lead to neo-colonization Failure to conceive this hidden agenda, it will cause a man to stubble What about us! The born free nothing is for free Doomed condemned juveniles Demanding privileges for their pre-requisite failure Excuses escorting many country and women to their graves Blood dripping like a virgin giving up her innocence for the man she loves So that you and me could enjoy the fruit of his/her blood-freedom Self-sacrifice was and still is the price for freedom Forefathers and mothers blood was shade for freedom What about us! We are the people; we are the government – time to take reasonability What about us! Anthony Ngabwe (Tony The Poet@2014)
Softer than snow flurries Slicker than cigarette smoke Sizzling than bouncy bubbles in an open soda can Ticklish like a patient soul after a rouch day Sweeter like a loving tongue Curious like a dog's muzzle sniffing and living Foggy like a neglected sleep Love like cold and grey Introverted like a deck of cards Playdough like mud, like words in poetry, like soles and souls of poetry.
How do I live since the plaqued of calamity bound me like straight jacket making me unproductive and immobile. My heart echoing my cries and tears saturated my face like perspiration. I am sinking in the sea of despair and where is my buoy. How can I rescue my self from drowning in the ocean of misery. My body emerges in the body of water, but my head float on top - giving me hope that I might not drown at all. But, fear has paralyzed me from swimming; thus, I am stagnant. How do I swim to shore to success when I am immobilized from terror. How do I save my self when my extremities are lifeless... but the desire in my heart to be rescued is strong. But who is going to save me from drowning, is it me or someone else?
In the catacomb of love Honey makes' the Bees' sting - Feelings' fit nothing like Gloves - But there is nothing like Trouble sleeping in The Catacomb of Love When my Heart dare not Flutter at the sound of love Buzzing around my ears' And Thy Heart thus sing' In a infinite algorithms' -Of- Oh, Who is to say, What could There be A sympathy filled With Harmony GF
My heart is filled with so much sorrow. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals, deceptions, and lies. How can I stop it from hurting from crying, and from screaming in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending you when I need you to cope. Where do I start from to make you whole again, and how do I protect you from further crumbling in pieces. Even though my heart is filled with pain, I never stop lovingl How could my broken heart keeping loving, keep hoping and keep praying just to be rescued,and there is no rescuer insight. Where do I start to go to be mended. Pain has invaded my heart and squeeze out every desirable feelings, leaving me cripple in agony. My heart is crippled in pain. I no longer know how to be loved because pain has seized my heart.
I live in a world of musical chairs, Where I'm always the one left standing, When the music stops, And the confusion starts, I'm the only one without a chair I walk with a terminal illness, This is, always being wrong, When the truth comes out, And the lies come in, I'm the only one lying down. I burn with an undying flame, Wanting to be a great person in life, When my mind says yes, And my heart says no, I'm the one left failing in life.
music is more than an obsession its magic no room in my heart for another thing Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it feel like i gave myself away a conscript who wont listen to his parents a young rebel not caring but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling the black depths of my mind is swirling the passion i used to have is running low so follow me No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming Of a day i wake up without screaming
My heart still love him, my oppressor. Is it because of self-preservation why I love him? Or Is it because I truly love him? I believe the latter is so, because I do not love him of my own accord - God made me love him... the unlovable. But he does not love me, even though, he ran after me. Why all that effort? I do not know. All I know he is no longer chasing me; therefore, he stop loving me. Hence, my heart is broken.
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Inanimate as I am With my blood I irrigate Leaves And leave indellible Traces of time and brains Under the breath of literary colours Breathless though I am To abstracts, I give soul I have trod horror paths I have witnessed the ugly boast of crime In heights and in depths I have seen the reality of fiction And the strength of imagination, I have felt Entreat me and trail the trace of my life-blood And let me in black and white enlighten you Let me in bold print, thrill you Of romance - the fondliest Of chest - the deadliest Of whisper, of truth, of love, of nothingness But something the pen-man told me! To be bold, firm, yet tactful Although, he it is that compels me To provocations and incitements Although he, never I, that is acquitted Of libel, of sedition, of insurrection As he is the revered and the vaunted Hence, of the laws I give soul to I am immune to, because Inanimate I am
My heart is so dark with nothing to forget i'm lonely as a stone should be still with no sound to call my to be breaking a beautiful wing to have the sadness of me No No will i 'll be that lost the feeling is to deep with no tears to hold back just me to fix the pieces of a broken glass
You have captured my heart with your love, with your promises, with your deeds. I have surrendered to charm and embalm in your principles. You have made me glow brighter than a summer sun thus making me warm from the rays of your compassion, and you have intoxicated me with your sweet words. I am now captive in your laws, and I shall remain a prisoner. You have comfort me in distress, and make my heart rejoice when I am in sorrow. How could I give you up when you have satisfied my needs. You never force me to love you nor serve you. You have only shown me the way. How could I leave such security for empty promises when you have proven you loyalty by remaining by my side; you have demonstrated your love by making me, and you have promised me a paradise for my home. How could I give my heart to someone else when it has already have been given to you, my sweet love Jehovah.
I am not what my shell shows thee I wish no harm but since early years My fate was known to me To humbled and loving to little fear So now that I have ran and tried no knowledge read but message known My individual false soul has died And now only now verses were shown So to get the truth of one in all The test I found is simple And will free me of this call Just make false prediction and fall So my predictions in the name of true wisdom Is my words have been read and stay questioned The media will seek the face of the vessel To discredit the word by world message So if I'm not ever found Sought for bold words That I hand out to all without sound If I'm not killed by self-righteous swords Then saved am I but a prophet no more I hold a understanding of religion that brings reason from infraction I speak my heart but write my wisdom Lost in my self is a common reaction I show only love and harm only me This part died at age of 33 If we bring or fate into reality is the word to be spoken by a white man of humble upbringing. Seek me not my pain you should not see The truth of gods and planets And all other false followed scroll of he Is based on insecure men and vanity Please I beg to be challenged Prove me wrong by any means Words are not mine but come from me I wish no credit rather world spirituality Scrutinize and crucify my energy But it has been done Died the shell but rose the one
What I need most in my life is love. 'cos I am malnourished of affection. My heart is starving of nourishment for tender loving care. I yearn for genuine unconditional love. A love that will be loving most of the time. A love that will be understanding majority of the time. A love that will give abundant of love frequently. I need love because it is food for the heart and head and without it, I will starve;hence, dead.
Oh rain! why do you fall today? you disturb me and the kids at play. But i like when you fall, for the music you play. Green too is happy, when it feels you come. Many sometimes are scared, for the light and sound you make. When it gets too sunny, we call upon the rain. When it gets too rainy, some places are in pain. Rain, rain, rain, it is your season again.
To walk alone without a friend or a foe is to live a life alone. How do I achieve such task which is impossible when human do exist. Do I look through them as a picture window or transparent object. To walk alone is to be a woman on an island without a soul. How do I achieve the impossible when my heart is desperate to walk solo. Can I irradiate humans just to achieve my desire or do I give avert eyes as human beings pass me by. To walk alone, where there are so many homospiens where ever I go is to look but not to see - therefore, I will and must walk alone with my heart and eyes close.
My heart yearns to recapture what I have once had, a love that was once fresh and grand for a man who I could not see but sense. An everlasting hunger for him only he could satisfy, but he did not. All we had was a telepathic connection, a connection that almost drove me mad. However, he rejected me ; thus, my head and heart forgotten him, therefore, he no longer exist; consequently, rescuing me. Now, he is back and wants me. I do not surrender nor do I resist my love and passion for him. My love is stewing like molten lavas waiting to erupt. Only a matter of time, my love would abundantly overflows, thus surrendering , once again, my heart and head to him.
Writers block" repeats in my throbbing mind My thoughts are mangled and intertwined From my pain that is suppressed Stems creativity waiting to be expressed I feel the need to be resilient My desire to be heard is brilliant There are many thoughts I wish to declare My inner reflection is ready to share What will become of this is unclear But I feel brave, I have no fear I have many words I wish to convey I tickle the page with my word play In this place, I feel complete It is here that I find my heart beat Pen in hand, I find my escape Pen in hand, the words start to take shape
All through the years my heart was yearning for you to return to me, so that, we could be together again. Because you were untimely snatched away, my dreams and desires never became. Eventhough, I have known that you and I will never be reunited, my heart is still desperate for you. So through out the years, I have been seeking for a recarnation of you, a mother substitute. But you are unique dearest mother, no one can fill this desire that still remains in my heart. A heart that is longing to be mothered by someone just like you. However, I did not find you since you are lost forever because death has stolen you. So, good-bye mother, even though my heart is longing for you but I cease from seeking a mother substitute.
Dropped to my knees I'd fled their cell of murmured spite Among the trees Emotions fell From dizzying hights The soft wind kissed Tears off of my cheeks Made puppets of leaves On stages of mist And cloudy peaks I stole back my heart from thieves To you wide windy world My heart belongs None could my skin so gently trace Nor sing such sweet songs, As you, and you so softly me enfurled Yet where are you for my embrace?
I want to blow you sand kisses Love I want dance with you to the rhythm of the sand dunes Love I want to breathe the virgin air with you Love I want listen to the clapping of the dry air with you Love I want to be welcomed by the so familiar odor of warm sweat Love I want our love no matter how miniscule it is To be vast, upbeat and pure like the desert love.
In Times OF Uncertainty We live for self amidst the greed In timeless thought provoked take heed Swift viable remorse on record In times of uncertainty Don't trust something you don't understand Through a heavy edge proned in trust With a temperment in a midas touch From a word spoken in the dark Has now come to the fullest of light In given moments of happiness to endless fright Forget the night! With no given since of remorse nor shoulder to cry; Among the evil creatures at night will fly The times of uncertainty suddenly go by Although we at times wander as in a nomadic tribe Yet we will persist through the pain to thank God I'm alive! Since all the fools sail away It pays to take pride in homage gain To humbly bow the knee to pray Then with these promises we chose to fade away From the things we shared in promises The times of uncertainty away in dire need While the world outside having viscous fangs that bleed Dripping blood off side to hide; We really have no reason to run away & hide The times of uncertainty & want Marked on a blotted page intact When the whole world outside is in a rage! Giving each other a heart attack!
You must love me ? love me, why? as how cruel is my heart, how cruel has my quest for love come to this end... how cruel that I found my true love only to find his heart numb to my own. And now why carry on this life knowing this to be true! I searched forever to find that my true love really exists but how evil is this.. As my quest has taken the women out of me and replaced my being with a harsher me. That woman I was so long ago still lives within me she just had to go! And now I stand here before his heaven with no way of entering the future with my true kindred soul, Instead I shall end up in hell with so much woe as he will never love me it is my end I know and that's my own sentence forever to be in graved in my heart. That my quest to find him took me further away from his heart. Can I change into a bird and fly away tonight unheard? Can I sink into the ocean and become lost forever in the darkest seas? It is never to be for some one like me , to hold his hand in mine that fits into my fingers in twined, No babies shall I ever hear cry as that too has been taken from me. And now my quest to find true love is over, my tears, my broken heart, my fears are not finished that is for sure, As now I have to watch him slowly disappear forever.. into his life, I shall cry his name into the dark night until my voice has no sound, As my quest to find his heart has torn me apart and now that I am so damaged and so filled with past hurts.. The path that I took left me this way and now my heart will never be filled by another, As I found him too late that's my life lesson, that instead of just settling with all the wrong hearts and trying to make it become what it could never be. Take me now and let my life in this time be forgotten,as the next life time I shall save all the mistakes and stupid heartaches and keep on my quest to find him before any one can stop me trick me into false fate. My end is to never be with the love I have finally found but to spend the next years being held by the emptiness of knowing my love is alive but in his eyes I am the walking dead.. I wish him love, I wish him peace, I wish i had never found him at all, as the search kept me hopeful now I am filled with rage and despair ...... If I take my life will it bring me back to the start or will i live forever in this dark black cold space as the evil underneath is hell that is for me .. but can it be any more painful than my own hell I live in today and now forever more.
I am longing for you to return to me to make me complete. I cannot do anything when you are away. I cannot live without you. My heart is echoing many cries. Tears saturate my face as if it is perspiration. My heart is vacant and lonely now that you are gone. I am beseeching you with my arms outstretched waiting for you to return in them. My heart is calling for you, so I know you will come back to me. I will wait longingly for you, father, Jehovah to return to me.
I've built a wall around my heart A wall created with care - A wall of brick and mortar I built it with many tears. The brick is mistrust, The mortar is pain. I've been broken and wounded, I won't love again. How much can one heart take? How many tears can be shed? I built the wall to shield me From the sorrow that I've had. My life is fine.....or is it? Sometimes I'm not too sure, But my wall stands firm. I'm safe inside, of this I am assured. I only let God inside my wall, With Him there is pure trust. He loves me the way I am, And to live for Him I must. Maybe someday…I'll let another in, I can't imagine why. Maybe there is someone…. Whose love I can't deny. They say great love Involves great risk. Can I take that chance? Can I let someone in my heart again, And give them my last dance?
Quality TIME-Quality LIFE I say time is money I say time is life I say time is death I say time is precious I say time is meaning I say time is season I say time is diamond I say time is gold How you use time determines the quality of life I say how you use time measures your value I say how you use time measures your impact I say how you use time measures your life quality I say how you use time measures your family quality I say how you use time measure your love quality I say how you use time measure your originality I say how you use time measure your services quality I say how you use time measure your product's quality I say how you use time measure your ministry quality How you use time determines the quality of life I say lack of purpose leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of vision leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of commitment leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of consistence leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of discipline leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of integrity leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of character leads to mismanagement of time I say lack of Christ leads to lead mismanagement of time How you use time determines the quality of life The Timer is time, He controls time, Life is time, He control life He is the first and the last-beginning and the end He is eternity meaning time without measure-He is timeless An Hour to Him is one year – a year to Him is an Hour If you have the Timer, you will have all the time you need in the world
im a demon cast away call me legion im not one im many ill give you brain power for every penny send me back into the stars coincidentally i claim to be friendly until you offend me scripture is my destiny i bring arctic darkness bitter bliss and heartless im missing my compassion like im partless no one can conduct alchemy without me run into the wind so hard inertia felt me physically im missing pain receptors its sickology im not a man im a machine made from evil technology my mission is simple its to make you go missing middle of the night you can struggle you can fight huddle down night vision i can see you high pitch they raise crosses like they know the lord I sliced my human side out so i could afford to be brutal inhuman consuming the very thought of god
I am a dark metaphysical being Created by the wall of reality breaching the malevolent Fabric of your nightmares I am not the boogie man no I am the force in your mind that describes depression I am the all mighty one who makes love falter I am the beast who shines no light but engulfs you in the night If i am broken it means once i was whole If i am dead it means once i was alive If i am depressed It means i have once been happy
You have stolen a part of me that is vital in living day by day. A part of me that you have extracted that I need to function as whole, you have captured. Did you trick me in loving you with all my heart, a heart that is already mutilated. A heart that is already in fragments. Why did you capture my heart with your sweet words and your wonderful deeds. Now you turn your face from me, leaving me grimacing in pain. I still love you because I don't really now if you have trick me in loving you or you genuinely loving me . In my heart, I now the latter is true, but crisis has surrounded me like fortress. It has distort my heart. I am hurting and I can't see any comfort in sight. Did you trick me Father or you testing me. I am failing because all my vital force has gone from me. I no longer feel the rhythm of my heart - a heart that is loving you, and you are not showing me love.
How long will I have to call out to an open sky. Where nothing but stars and constellations pass me by. My restless heart screaming out for a lonely companion. Where a tormented wanderer asks nothing more than attention. Like a wolf I howl to distant voices. Hoping I'll be heard,hoping someone will finally help me over come this feeling of solitude. Like the stars I comfort in the moonlight. As she cradles my shattered heart during the lonely nights. The cold winds would fill the empty void in my heart. And heal my heart from all it's battle scars. AS she gives me hope to call out to open skies. She helps me overcome my feeling of loneliness. As her cold kiss touches my lips. I finally fall asleep...
I have surrendered my heart to you because I am helplessly in love with you. A vulnerable heart that is desperate without you. How could I go on with my life - a life that is vague and void because you are absence. I long to see, to touch, to smell, and to taste you- a love with a burning desire to be enthralled by you. Because you have captured my heart; therefore, I have relinquished my freedom to be your prisoner now and always.
Good Bye My Love it has been three months now they tell me it's time to say good bye i miss you everyday that comes and i look to the skies and sigh i wonder why you had to go i feel it was too soon that day you left me it was four hours past noon my whole world changed that day my heart you took with you that something special we always had especially the way you called me Boo but never do you leave my memories or my heart and mind for the past i need now to leave behind so i say Good Bye my love forever you will be mine.
If only my soul I had listened too If only I took the time to truly wait Then my heart wouldn't be in so much pain Self inflicted, contradicted bull you spoon fed me And I consumed it greedily See I let you lay your hat, marking your territory, making this here home Even though it was temporary For you had another who you showered your love upon Me, I was that itch you continently scratched, that door you slightly kept open, cracked that light you kept dimmed, that one you wiped your feet on Doormat, lover, friend I was the other woman and didn't even know it Seven years thinking I was the only one My mind tried telling me but I played blind refusing to see Now I see in techno-color and I'm not liking stepping out from behind those rose colored glasses My behind is tragic See I know what should have been done but I was just so lonely So I took up with a known bum Thinking I could change him Only he changed me and not for the better I became quiet and reclusive, never laughing, never smiling Going to work rushing home cuz I knew he was going to call I had to hear his voice no matter how harsh, making excuses for being late Lying, saying I couldn't start my car Known lie of course since I didn't even have one But still through all his abuse I loved him more than the truth The truth is I was lost That is until my heart stepped in Refusing his continued misuse of his authority Though never once did he hit me No, the verbal was just as bad Sick and tired of loving, needing, wanting this so called man I freely fled Before I ended up completely chaotic and mentally dead
This fragile glass strongly stands The glazier gave it life through breath With simple tools and fiery ways A work of art is now conceived This work of art two purpose holds Champagne inside, beauty is seen Bubbles bursting at the brim No end in sight, they keep arising One child's touch began this fall Who's outcome matched a giants strength With no beauty nor purpose holds This broken glass aches to be whole
Every right a wrong, every feeling a song. Every day a night, every smile a frown, every up and every down. Every thought an action. Every life a death. Every truth a lie. Every who and why? Every laugh a cry. Every person a soul. Every possitive a neggative. Every vision a sound. Talking when no one's around, speaking without a sound. Living without advice, trusting yourself with your life. Struggling to be me, wanting them to see. Telling myself it will be okay, knowing there is a way. Walking without a vision, seeing without sight, hearing without sound. Being alone, when everyone's around. Fighting so hard to move on, wanting, needing, everything to go away. Wanting the way things were to stay. Stuck in the past, when my soul belongs in the present. The mind that continues to wonder, the soul that will never know. The reason that we live, the people we forgive. The life that we once lived, the heart we once gived. The thought of every day, the hope that everything will be okay. The hiking trail without a map, the thoughts without a gap. The love that's never gone, the hope to move on. The heart that loves too much, the person that's empty too the touch. Making plans of a better life, not taking actions to put them in play. Every person and the power of what they say. Believing in God, knowing that he is the way. Going too slow, going too fast. Staying at a place you know won't last. Empty with no soul, knowledge but no one knows. Always going, but never gone. Trying not to fight with all the aggression, trying not to cry from all the deppression. Wanting to learn without a teacher, learning without a lesson. Asking without a question. The past that won't go away, history is yesterday, the future is tomorrow. Alot of sympathy, not enough caring. Alot of taking, not enough sharing. Alot of seeing, but no looking. Hearing and knowing what you heard. Choices that brought you where your at. Always running in place, staying in the same race. Holding on to the self conrol,holding on where there's no where to go. Yelling without a voice, choosing without a choice. At the beggining but can see the end. So much to do not enough time, too much beat, not enough rhyme. Too many words not enough pages. So much talent, not enough stages. Too many minutes, not enough hours. So much growing,but no knowing. Having to chase what your after, trying to smile without laughter. Finding yourself without losing everyone else.
I will never love again and give my heart away As I have done with you my love Though now you've gone away. I will never love another as I have worshipped you And worked and prayed for your success In all you tried to do. I will never love again And let my poor heart bleed For even though God called you home You're all I'll ever need. Copyright20 © Beatrice Boyle All rights reserved
Sitting on here ye porch Reflecting on what were thee past A terrible and horrifying future was in thou forecast Thou hast laid a future in which we live Thou peers say revenge is in progress But we must see and love thou past and forgive Blood dripping from thou ancestor's hand As thee work hard picking thou cotton from the land Knees scrapped from thee hard planked board But ye fellers still looked up in search of thou lord Cuts and bruises on thee skin As thou masters sits back with a grin Don fears the curling whip When thou master says take off them clothes boy and strip Don females terrified by their masters lip Once they art called in thou bedroom and asked to unzip Hence thee hearts and souls were bruised and weary Thou still hast to look their children in thee eyes all teary When thou weren't punished or art work They would get out that string and begin to jerk Jerking that string back and forth thee go Thee voices of music starts to travel as the wind blow The ancestors started to sing and thee music just flow Blues hast then been created and since only grows Ye hast been upset for years to come But we must not forget where we are from Our ancestors hast made it out alive And one word we must have in us is "drive" Drive no matter how hard the road gets Drive no matter what them fellers say Ye days may be filled with darkness in more then one way But last time I checked thou sun rises each and every day Got lots to live for yes we do Thou ancestors shown us we can make it through Through thou past we gain knowledge which only grew We can no longer be called an animal that lives in the zoo Our revenge is ever so sweet Because through art intellect and skills is something that cant be beat So when thou enemy call ye out of thou name stand fast But to all ye brothers and sisters thou must love our past © Jeremy Fennell
Acryllic paint covers my face, arms, shoulders, and chest It has labeled me as weirder than the rest But I do not care what they all say Because I express myself in this way I was once trapped in a deep mist But when I emerged I became a poet, a sculptor, and an artist I write, I sculpt, and I paint over how I feel About things that do not have to be real All of you should be able to know That I let my imagination flow No words can describe what I think of I do not think of pain, beauty, loss, or love I mostly think of all the ways I can express myself most days Whether I write a poem, draw a picture, Or sculpt something so pure That nobody will try but cannot comprehend All the things I want to do will never end Because the imagination that runs in my head Will never ever be dead
TWO-FACED TREACHERY January is the warmest month. Her loss grips my heart, Her treachery is colder than two-faced Janus: My innocent youth feels old and lost As the cold and frost grips my coat. Snow Queen month: in eye and heart solitary Ice pierces and everything's a distorted way: The frost ferns on the windows of my soul Are hostile, cold and cruel in January. January starts from a cold past And leads to hope of naught but cold. January stops each river's flow, but cannot withhold My tears splashing in winter's blast. Lifeless heart connot fly nor soul blossom. My future's given away to her who betrayed. Birdless January, leafless January, heartless January - No hope springing eternal in this year's bosom. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written and entered by Sydney Peck In Nette Onclaud's Contest PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
How to breathe...in the in between. Is to see that which is unseen, perfection, betrayed, through timeless tales. This is me and how i fell to my own tale. My cell is myself. my key a broken portrait, given unto immortality's last fable.
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Upon a time once there was a heart, a soul overthrown by fear itself, he wept His past stood up and drew his breath from his very soul, leaving him almost dead Challenging time to preserve the love that flowed toward his path nearing ahead Troubled times, passing heart aches dwelled in his heart where hope was reigned and kept Breaking in all part, even his dreams feared him, he was dead inside All was forgotten, a fake smile substituted the once joyous heart that danced and sang He knew not of hope or ligth to cometh his way any time soon, lost was his self pride His dreams forgotten past the history of rhyme, where it all began with a big bang Death walked beside his shadow, they held hands and purple he became Dark were his hours, it rained all over his soul, soaking in all the floating wrong Yet his heart stood idly still, in some ways it was fortified and it remained strong Dark colors overthrew his colorful way of seeing the world, his dreams were tamed Steping out all love, he sank into depression Seeing not in life to come, but in eternal darkness did he see an answer to his feel A shattered spirit slapped his vile vision The broken yet hard heart looked up and shook hands with bad luck herself, it all was real The ocean holds many buried bones of braveary that death claimed for her joy At the bottom of the ocean lay all the dreams and hopes forgotten Isolation and strife truly made that heart grow rotten It shattred and it only remained in dust, for dust we were and dust we shall be Forgotten, only remembered in the pain that followed him, that dwelled at his everday Falling to the deepest sleep, death herself spoke out Yelling ugly metaphors, expressing her points to the heart that stood strong and not in doubt His King came forth the mountains that shook at his sigth, and gave him a past renewed
Could I tell you that your special, and would you believe it with your own eyes Or can you see it without a mirror, or would you get lost in your soul searching leaving you mesmerized But come what may in what I call you, or what it simply seems to be For you are very special, and it sometimes may take a life time to see Am I saying it because of the things you do or say Or am I just saying these words to make you feel that way So you can give into your expectations each passing day No your special alright, that's what I know and see And no matter what other's may think and say For my dear give way for they can never truly see what it is I see and why your so very special to me LDN
The crying game The burdened tears, That follow hearts Throughout, Life and all her Promises, The failures That she counts, On one hand With an empathy, She aptly calls To play, Amongst the Soulless symphonies Whose sympathy Betrays, The wistful wit With which She hints That all has yet To pass, Throughout The rhythmic Ridicule that Only seems To last, As long as we Remain astute, Unwilling to deny, That those who seek Enlightenment, Expect a sure reply.
Caramel,Vanilla, and Chocolate, As sweet as sugar, Melting when the sun touches it, Smooth and warm, More than a mouthful. Glistening in the sun like a beautiful horizon, Looking like drops of sugar when it melts, I enjoy kissing and touching it, Some even love to squeeze it, I love my Caramel, Vanilla, and Chocolate skin.
When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is considered Rich @ It!!!
She is the one , I want to live with forever, and be with all the time. With no one to be around. But ourselves for the eternity.
Eyes glued firmly open, awake, I Watched the time slipping quickly by Frightened,fear touched me, softly from a distance Was not long now, until our goodbye Couldnt close my eyes. Couldnt fall asleep For tomorrow would come as fast as a bomb My body tried to prepare to be shattered into poeces To be cold, empty and alone once again. Morning exploded into my senses. I could not Use any. Numb, everywhere inside and then Evil hands forced us to seperate Snatched away, uncapable of anything. Pain. Emptiness.Loneliness. Felt it all. I was not properly prepared for the fall. Crying inside, noone to hear but you My heart bled continously; teared into two. My heart will always be with you. Only you Could make everything OK.We just had to remember And were happy for the moments we shared. Sweet Sweet memories let me dream Now i need you more than ever, Wearing You close to me, smelling, feeling your presence here But i'll continue to exist without you here Clinging on to your heart you left with me. I wrote this for my wonderful Demetris,when we were in our long distance relationship.
All these words I read their power Like a forest fire or a river wild pure power is in their hands These words I read their freedom Like a child's laughter or a sparrow flying the world is in their hands The words I read hold in their hands my ability to be free
Most of the day, Alone on this wall we stay; When the doors open wide Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide; On view for all to see Our lives, on show for all to see; On the seat ,over there,they sit Often bored,only their kids will admit; Silence is the rule in our home, Our photos and bios well catalogued; Up close into my face they peer Often my expression can bring a tear; Yes,admiration we do adore, Silent hedonism,can be a bore; At night with the alarm turned on Some of us burst into song; We long for freedom,to be alone, In a family,not on our own.


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Eddie's temper was starting to flare. His hands trembled as this guy tiled to soothe his mother. This guy knew that this guy'd do smth actually rash, smth this guy might regret if his father didn't come out with same type of reason greater amount than "John told so". One Night in Bangkok part 2Four drinks, $100 USD, what?? Soever, this was a unequalled situation that mandated spending a little cash. If I knew what was to come later in the night, I wouldn't have batted an eye on the price. We took the standard tourist pictures of every other and then decided to go to the other side of the roof where the restaurant and almost any of the scenes from the video were made.
My wife's one night stand doxy storyI live in Fresh Zealand and likewise in Philippines. Regarding my wife Emma's experience, let me tell u about the time. Emma was unfaithful one time. This babe had a doxy one night stand with her former boyfriend during the time that I worked in some other country. As I've cheated on her dozens of times, I gave her a second chance. To be honest, I think it has actually spiced up our sex life.
THE UNINVITED The Nanci Report Chapter 51 part 4This babe walked rapidly to the bus stop, trying to put as much distance betwixt herself and Randy's place.. The sun shone brightly and this babe looked at her see for the 1st time, in a lengthy time... this babe was surprised realizing that it was close to noon.
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Thirteen-year-old Casey Doyle waved goodbye one final time to her ally Lindsay Whalen as Lindsay's mommy pulled the car without the driveway to the apartment building where Casey lived. It was Friday evening and the 2 gals had just finished soccer practice and Lindsay's mommy was dropping Casey off. Ann's ordealPart one part 6Hearing this, Ann closed her eyes, tears from fear and humiliation running down her pale cheeks.In the centre of the gals' laughter and insulting catcalls this babe heard the constant clicking of a digital camera, and this babe fearfully-but clearly-realised that this babe had no other choice than to try to endure each disgusting thing they had in store for her.This babe had at no time felt so nude and vulnerable in her life...
The Full PackageHeather agrees to the full package and undresses playfully REMEMBER THE RUBBER COAT part 11This guy pointed out the cylinders and said me that one was full of oxygen, that was the gas that we breathe all the time, and that the other one was full of a gas called nitrous oxide and that was the gas that would make me sl**py. This guy then points to the glass jar full of liquid and says that when I'm feeling sl**py this guy will begin to give me his 'particular liquid' and that will really send me to sl**p.
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Helpers in Haiti: Perham grad starts charitable 7:10 Foundation
Tanja and Jeremiah Dwire's lives were dramatically changed after a mission trip to Haiti in December of 2012.
After returning to the U.S., the Dwires were inspired to do more to help the people of Haiti – especially widows and orphans.
They created the 7:10 Foundation, based on the Bible verse Zechariah 7:10: "Oppress not the widow, nor the fatherless, the stranger, nor the poor; and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart."
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