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--Goodbye--To my Addiction- The time has come to part, I will leave many with broken hearts If one day you call on me, I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you I could stay here and win, and not give in But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity. For those smiling on my departure, I want you to have this wonderful gift So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart **I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears** I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry. I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise? Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale You will miss me, and I will miss you But, my enemy will miss me even more Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs, Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts. But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like--- Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go I'm not leaving you because I want to I'm leaving you because, the rumors are "The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer." The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego I never claimed to be the best; You're the one who claimed I am good enough You took me in and returned my love In ways others could and would not accept. And for you my loving poet friends, and fans I will walk away with my dignity/integrity; I can CARELESS IF I PLACE OR DON'T PLACE IN YOUR CONTEST I guess I'm finally growing up In becoming the bigger/better poet. Signing Off ---Love The Poet Destroyer
In a new road, Rain will fall, Wind may blow, Swifting our woe. The road forever on and on, Many paths to choose, Many paths to take, Home behind, World ahead... Through the shadows, Through the night, Clouds going by, There we will lie, Very deep, Seeing shivered land, Seeing the dead seas... Through the edge, Miles to go, Singing by, Darkness rising, Vanishing light, Hollow flourishing, Going by, World ahead, Home behind... Rain may fall, Through the nightfall, Through the twilight, Through the dusk, Through the dawn, Beyond mountains, Beyond stones, Standing strong, Wandering lost, World ahead, Home behing, Paths on and on, 'Till the road comes along...
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013 I am who I am because of him He's the reason for my son's name He gave me my courage & my strength To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy Stand for the ones who can't To think and fend for myself I'm my Daddy made over Taught me to fight back To never back down How to pick myself back up When I've been knocked down Fight for what I believe I'm my Daddy made over He gave me my stubbornness Gave me my pride Gave me my temper Taught me not to take crap To speak my mind no matter who Work for what I want I'm my Daddy made over How to keep my emotions in check How to handle large amounts of pain When in trouble he always had my back He knew how my mind worked better than anyone I got it from him I'm my Daddy made over Even though he's gone I'll stand and continue on I may stumble I may fall May even get hurt along the way But I'll pick myself back up I'll dust myself off and stand tall I'm honored and proud to say I'm my Daddy made over Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
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 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.
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain Can't see my reflection through the veil of this pain. Who is this person I struggle to see? I don't want to judge her but it's surely not me. This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak, I wish I could help her but I'm frightened to speak. Cause it's dark and lonely in this shell where I'm bound Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound. and the beauty I knew in just yesterday's time, seems gone in an an instant with life's rythym and rhyme….. Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean? You're more beautiful than anything that I've ever seen! The reflection you cast it don't matter to me, What matters is that you can see what I see. That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true. And a beauty so deep that this world can't undo. I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear. But I've given you family that love and who care. So hold on tight through the dips and the turns, For the ones who believe are the precious who learns. And wether your journey is to stay here or go, Please know I love you so much more than you know. I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits… But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
He loved you too, you know Loved you like his very own In away you were You came into his life as my friend Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms Along the way you became the son he never had He loved you as a friend He loved you even more as a son A son he never had When things began to spiral out of control You stayed when so many others ran away You helped when I couldn't You meant a great deal to him You never looked at him differently Nor did you treat him differently You stood by his side When he fell, you stood by his side and mine You were willing to help me fight his battle for him You were there from the beginning You were there until the bitter end Always remember my friend, my brother He loved you more than you'll ever know ____________________________________________________________ Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.
This poem I wrote. I call it " Let Him Go " Sweetheart don't cry Don't let him make you feel like your nothing You do have family even though we are not close by I know your heart is crushing Don't harp on the past Don't let him play with your head You need to get over him fast His feelings for you are dead Over 2 years and you still don't have a ring Your not the one he calls his wifey to be no more Take a seat and listen up girl here is the thing He's playing with your feelings and using you like a two dollar whore I know you were smart once and can be again He has you so brain washed it's not funny I know hearing all this is a strain Think of the example your setting for you little ones honey Hold your head high and walk away from that loser mama's boy Show him that your the one that is too good for his sorry ass Hell he's such a mama's boy you can find better pleasure in a toy Your related to me so come on show your sass Let go of the past and look to a new future Let go of the pain and the control freak Say bye bye Looser It will get easier one step at a time week by week......
Please don't cry over my casket For I am not there Please don't cry at my grave My soul has been set free I know it's hard not to cry I've been down that road one to many times I have no more pain I have no more sickness And I would not change a thing As I walk threw the gates of Heaven Mom Dad our brothers and sisters Will welcome me with open arms Here I am free of that pain Don't blame yourself It was my time to go home This is where I'm supposed to be Don't dwell on things which you can not change I will always be in your heart I will always be watching over you When that day comes for you to come home I will be there to welcome you With open arms And walk you threw the gates of Heaven You will be greeted by our family & friends Who came home before you Until that day I will be watching over you
A void of Facebook Creativity dies here... Procrastination!
Breaking down in the heart and mind. With all regrets that are truly not kind. Shocked at people are, so painful to see. Abused with hated and ecstasy. Violated and directed with torments Lost of words or comments. Hatred gushing out of life long experience. Reminding yourself to become absence. Coward and scared to even breathe. Like the feeling of knives unsheathe. Sharp but not enough to cut. Enough to scare like a door that immediately shut. The hand raised to help you is a lie. It is a hand that slaps you so you can die. Rough around the edges. Crawling in your dreams in ledges. Powered to stay alive. You feel people want you to take a dive. Just stop, and fall down. Hoping to break your mental crown. Hiding a feeling that never feels real. Like shaking hands with demons for a deal. Blocked out, out of your own story. Thinking that people are stealing your glory. Ashamed with fear. With eyes that are full of tear. Lost in such hidden romance. Luck has it seems to be a dance. Moving around in your head. With scary thoughts and dread. Feels like you never leave. So you feel so many that grieve. In your mind that is lost. Full of drama that holds you down in cost. Keeping in the shadow. You watch people so shallow. Gut instinct says that life with them is a muse. When your just standing your accuse. Society is just so lame. Like all the people that are in it your to blame. Soloing life is a brief. Walking away is some what a relief. I dreamed of many things. With beautiful sorrows of wings. Wavered in a direction that leads no where. Escaping everything by a hair. Pointing into the sky. And asking yourself why. The cage is so big. Just enough to put on a huge rig. Moving back and fourth. It feels that your life does not have a worth. Caned by laws of laughter to deceive. Shackled up to be bent to your will to receive. When you hope to hope. A person can just show you the rope. They have such friendly hands. Like the deserts of sands. Dangerous it is to just keep walking in it. Lost cannot find your way even a little bit. Just seem like your heart feels dry. Then you give up and give a sigh. That moment that you do is just all a dream. You are really in a ward you will scream. Thrust upon you because you could not protect. So what cost you is this effect. Warping in to your mind to leave this place. You feel full of disgrace. With nothing to drink. Causing your true self to think. Grief is such a pain with sorrow to gain. Looking out in your own rain.
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
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
An old man looking out his door, gaze fixed on a distant shore, reminiscing to a time, not of happiness, or, the prospect of a bright future, to when he was sick to his very core, to when as a youth, he went to war A time before infallibility had meaning, patriotism and bravado the craze, the future was still unknown, vigor for life at its all time high, a time for romance, partying, buying, no thought of pain, deformity, dying Too young to understand or question, ship to foreign shore, medals abound, will impress the girls next time in town, sacrifice not temporary, forever more, a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember, flesh shredded, burned, torn, families mourn A time, when he willingly went to war, will happen no more, all lost in youth, now unrelenting, no blind obedience, minimal risk, long life, his number one ambition As he turns back from the door, he thinks of the youth, here now, soon no more, lessons never learned, the call to war, to common the roar, complacency the mood, another generation removed The old man agonizes over what was originally not known, war is preventable, life too precious to waste, the solution simple, his vision, maybe too late Send old men to the front to fight, arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight, let the youth enjoy their life, his near over, its only right Send old men, to the front, to fight ask them to give up their life, patriotism and bravado, still alive, will and desire would not last the night, old men do not rush to death in their twilight, failure inevitable, the old man smiles, knows he's right Wars not possible, if old men, are sent to fight
Come Come Come my hands are cold, my feet are numb, I've been waiting for you to come. Listen to the rhythmic sound of the drum, it is summoning you to come, come and minster to my blazing soul, and help me achieve my dancing goal. Leap beyond the shadows of death, and purge me with your mystical breath, tear off my sleepless gown, and cool me down with your powerful sound. Follow the sound of the drums and come, If you don't come I will be undone, thousands of them surround the gate, come before it's too late. Moan groan wiggle and scream, entrance me in your solitary dreams. pull out your dangling whistle stretch my body, breath upon my throbbing flesh, and captivate me in your powerful net. Release your knob and come, shoot me with your inflated gun, I have waited for this eternal bliss, but something stands amiss. ©2013 Christine Phillips
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
I write my late night revelations paint an image so clear- so precise- as if fine-tuned with a microscope. I see the truth. I now realize that what I need- I want- is YOU. I don't know how I am going to make you see, make you feel... I need to make you know. A simple touch is all I need to delve into your mind and infect you. But how to reach you? You are hidden far away within your own mind, in maze of your own design. Between us locked doors and endless traps, mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes, oceans, miles and miles of impassible terrain that keeps me apart, keeps me from you! We are two universes set to collide- not to be destroyed, but merge into one. Set to collide, but keep missing our mark. This is unbeknownst to you. I keep the secrets within me. How much longer can I wait- how much longer until my silence consumes me? Until you break me? I am deserted, alone, left in desolation. You are the answer to the questions, the key to my freedom. But you cannot reach me. And you do not know what you are. How much longer til my time runs out?
A crowded table, all suspended in shock The sound of the shot dimming to a 'knock' Only silence, except for the marching clock The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? Loud cries arise from the elongated table, Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? They searched for hours, called in C.S.I, Panic set in, would the children all cry? Sandman confirmed the bunny had died Batman suspected somebody had lied WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? Guests were quizzed, interrogations began The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran, Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van But was stopped in his tracks by superman SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
I can act insane But DO NOT Make me feel worthless I belong in God's family He will bless my future generation Don't punish me for Being myself – Don't envy my glee I can act like an Adult, but I'd Prefer to have joy… Not stress… That piles upon us in our Everyday lives Being childlike is A rare beauty – No one prizes it… No one came across it… In this lifetime… I can laugh all day I can make you smile If you'd accept my Childlike dreams of mine Don't treat me like a sick swine Renew my young heart Give me the ability To kill the old man… I have my place in God's family He'll be adored and glorified We'll exchange prayers and hugs By my future generation I beg of you – Don't kill my childlike mentality I'll behave myself… I'm positively sure that I'll make you happy I'll still have pieces of a child in me And pass it on to my future generation…
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
Don't say it's all over (cause it's not) "Sorry" won't cover it…so don't go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness Oh baby…don't listen to the commotion…I'm done taking cover (it's all for naught) I'm plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I'm plummeting in my nightmare's abyss I want to carry you through the night… I'm swimming in the ocean of my tears… My sodden wings lost its ability of flight… You've been swimming in your distress for years… Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we're breaking bit by bit 'Cause there's more treasure to discover I want to remind you to fight the good fight… My misery pools are brewing inside of my head… I'm backing away from the light & exploring the night… You're giving in to sleep and I'm wide awake on my bed Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we're breaking bit by bit 'Cause there's more treasure to discover Please don't tell me…oh, don't tell me…darling! You're giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) I'm scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling! Someday, things will change for the better… (Don't turn the wrong lane) I'm waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay… I promise you a tranquil reality I want to stray with you tonight I still have hope that He'll set us free I was wondering if you could stay the night Maybe the Lord could grant us Pure, incredible delight Shut up! Don't say it... Don't even think of it (don't even ponder it) Hey! Don't say it's all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 'Cause there's more treasure to gather…
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!"
1. I should have listened. Alas, I was lost in the crowd. You may not have said that you loved me, there was never a reason for it to be said aloud. 2. I should have known better. I kept pushing you away. Your patience was tested, till we each went, on our own separate way. 3. Now the years have vanished. I am grey and older. I may not miss you all that much, yet each day seems colder. 4. Time has not eased anything. Yet I have no reasons for regret. Days come and go as always, but somehow I am unable to forget. 5. So forgive me if you can. Not an easy task given my past. Though I may be unable to absolve myself, the void I feel is permanent, my loss shall forever last.
A serpent underneath blue sky, in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye, above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son, mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon; on teli and in the press, on top shells, price none the less, in bedroom and at your door.. dawn of a new day seemed to be dark, after all.
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.
Catching me out and truly unexpected Flashbacks that only bring tears to mind Children so powerless, no happiness to see Left in the darkness to fear night and sleep Nowhere to run, no one to care for them Cold blooded man with no heart or love Chillies for breakfast more punishment for tea Strappings and cruelty, their harsh reality Forced to watch and too scared to cry Strength inside but fear in our eyes, Never show weakness, take it on the chin Secretly hoping he pays for his sins So much fear, sadness and guilt Fear of not standing up to his build Sadness for the horrible things indured Guilt I wear for not making this stop Life has many challenges, we all know I should have dealt with mine years ago Instead I just pushed it so far below Locked deep out of sight, out of mind Letting this all impact on my life Feelings subtle in the background Slowly eating at my heart and soul Preventing me from being whole So this is a new promise to myself Finally remove it all from the shelf No more will it comfortably be dormant Day by day I will sweep it all out This is a journey....'A Road about to be driven'
I did it again; I need forgiven. Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before? I've fallen into these same sins countless times before; I still haven't learned my lesson. I am an ignorant hypocrite. Am I still forgiven?
Goats They're everywhere These pretty little creatures On the serpent road to Exmouth They be some of the features Along with Emus, Kangaroos And handsome birds of prey These little goats be bountiful They're all along the way. They be domestic goats Who've gone back to the wilds Where they have bred one million fold. As one moves along the miles These little goats be seen so much In their many shades and hues Don't know where they got their water It be tough country too. The weather here be hot and dry As the sun bakes everything And mostly here no rain does fall To drinking water bring. And yet these goats look healthy as Such nimble little beasts You'd see some dead there in the road As the crows do have their feast. That be the price of progress That poor beasts have to die That be the curse of human beings Sometimes it makes me cry Yet still they be so plentiful These handsome little guys Another little part of nature That make love in me rise.
Her smile always greets me As I close my eyes each night The love in her voice is comforting With passion, she's burning so bright A sparkle in her eyes And a fire in her heart Let's spend together our lives Couldn't stand To Be Apart To Be Apart would destroy me Reduce me to the tears Without her right beside me All throughout the years I don't know what I'd do If I ever had to restart And oh how much I'd lose If we were To Be Apart The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen With every desirable too She was everything to me When we're apart, oh what will I do?
A Drunk's Prison Having sold cold misery to enjoy the lack of pain drinking spirits to blot out the cold hard rain Beaten down, busted out and without prayer or hope thinking of a long step and a short rope Another shot of whiskey to ease such morbid thoughts This season of woes always brings out inner demons to play skipping rope while cursing them to just leave they sing unhappy and merciless off key melodies Another shot banishes them straight to hell replaced by wailing women demanding more time! No respect for a man drinking and desperately thinking of just how far once was up to have just now grabbed sickness! Another drink sends them back to Hades RED COLORS BLASTING EYES SHUT ! Fallen and there is no getting up until the spirit leaves ! Not another shot, tomorrow they find this useless old tattered body! Robert L. 08- 23 1987
Regaining Power. He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds And he doesn't even notice passing strangers He's been here 'bout a thousand years forever all alone And he's always looking out for passing danger. Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory As the child calls out in panic "I am here They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower And all around I've built a wall of fear But it's his pain it is his game As he prowls around his cage He lives in vain, is he insane? And fear ignites his rage. The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire The little boy he must regain his power And tell the world "I'm here, I'm here" and feed the burning fire It would take this much to open up his flower.
It's bout to get worse It was written in the verse The truth hurts ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED When the time comes No one's gonna hold up a sign saying it's time to "get right" It's gone come like a thief in the night! Blowin' up and wreckin ish! The war you want is the war you gone get It was written before our time We keep looking at the signs manifest before our very eyes constantly denying our right to be one of the meek ones of our time ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED We're at the end of what used to be existence Every super power will answer to a higher power so pray repentence The time is closer than any distance From Washington to Obama No one will escape the wrath! Hope you choose the right path! Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones and accurately take in knowledge of his son? OR will you perish in the dust never to be awakened again? No consciousness of sin ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED! It's in the verses Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it You see the times changing You see the minds fading You see the world and how messed up it is You see that nigga satan and his curses! I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses! ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED
A girl whom he'd forgotten At his door, showed up the other day The one he'd always wanted Just knew not what to say The boy she longed to hold She caught his eyes once again Of her love, to him, she never told But this time, all her love, she will send Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again She greets him with a smile A sparkle in her eyes For his love, she'd run for miles To try this thing called love, just one time Gazing at her beauty, he feels her in heart Remembering those nights, with her, in his dreams And how he felt at this whole love's start Where they'd be one forever, to him, oh how it seemed Well this girl's name was Katie, and his Steve And oh how tears were shed, by them both, when they were forced to leave But in the past that was, so now he holds her hand Two angels together, forever they'll stand Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again An old couple now, a lifetime of love They've conquered all, risen together, above Together, all the years, oh how they've spent And to each other, all their love they have sent Feeling each others hearts beating every morning Through all the decades, all the happy years Steve's heart though, one of these days, stopped without warning And Katie's wrinkled face, moistened with tears How could Katie live now, without her beloved by her side Knowing that beside her, his heart slowly died? She dreams every night now, just as he did before, of heaven Where they'll be Together Again Once in a lifetime, and not one time more Fate takes hold, luck is lent From out of the blue, a miracle occurs Hearts reunite, Together Again
Look at ME! I hold your gaze for untold amounts of time, When others try to talk with you, I'm so important, That sometimes you won't even look away from me, When you see me, I am a window into the world, A message from afar, limitless information, I mesmerize you with my brightness and color, Other things arent as important to you, Other things need your affection, But this bond we have is so strong, I have your attention most the time, The world goes on around you but you hardly even notice, Because to notice would reveal an absence An absence of romance, adventure and life, I feel so special, if only I could feel, I can tell you love me, but I can not love you back, for I am, your smart phone, cell phone, I pad and computer, look at me, look at me, look at me.
We told at a young age You can make it as long, as we get good grades If we behave; We told hard work and dedication prevails We not told what will happen if we fail A life time's Aim for Lusting for fortune and fame Just to have it, so abruptly taken away We not told have much life can strain Drain every single bit of life away Have our dreams crushed to a size of a dusty grain Have our wounds cut openly, so the world can see our bloody mistakes Emotionally and physically scared But those scars Make you the person who you are For them critics to tell you, they don't like your art Its like having a rusty dagger put through your heart Your dreams and self believe torn apart To get right back up and march On regardless of your past Gives you heart So dream bigger Don't be afraid to look at yourself in the mirror Get the courage to not be a quitter And stop yourself feeling bitter Through literature I paint them the picture I painted my own Self portrait I portrait-ed me as I see myself, a distraught face glum misfortune fate but looking back in mirror is a gorgeous face You got Self esteem problems your not being honest Don't listen to your sub conscience Fear is what kills dreams, just think positive Don't listen to these critics there talking nonsense I've taken loses I've taken being at the bottom I've promise To myself to never doubt myself by there comment In the hope one day they pay homage To the pain of my voyage... But the chilling truth critics only start hearing you the moment death is nearing you.
You say you aren't perfect, but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you. Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt; also remember, they glisten with remorse. The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old and leads life to the good vulnerability that teaches humility and belief. Singing; your voice awakens the dawn and dancing you set the moon. Entrancing, you smile and for a moment I glimpse forever. Joy's child is your way and grace is in your name. Awake in the watches of the night He watches your panic weeping; wanting your day to soar and set twilight leaping. Stars twinkle in sympathy, and meteors lead sight to the other. Come away with me my love and wink at suns.
Further down a slow, sad spiral I sought my youth in Truth's denial- contrary to fact, the hardest impact, the trek would take me ten-million miles! My strength depleted, my quest completed, I rest at last for a little while... Just give me grief beyond belief of which I may find no relief for soon I will tire with the wish to expire- Let the fire burn bright, yet brief!
Time runs fast when we are young, As fast as human eyes can blink. Turn away and there it goes, What youth we have will slowly sink. It runs with legs that won't tire So that your aging heart may sleep. Close your eyes and let it fall, The fruits you've reaped are yours to keep. Does the river dry when you Have passed the rapids of this ride? Open your eyes so you may see The world you're bound to on this tide.
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...
Untitled 5 (My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now) My uncle doesn't speak much about Vietnam or the stuff he witnessed when he was just a boy. See, he likes to drive the back roads fast and honk at random cars that pass. His friendly gestures always lead to how he grew up compared to kids now. Jumping and racing trains on the tracks became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back. The marshes and dirt valleys here became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. Last year, my sister donned his jacket a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. In color and memory darkened, kept out of sight for fear it would harken the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. He saw his brothers, young like him to Vietnam succumb while on American soil and he promised he would never speak, for fear his stomach would coil, when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys. And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed. When he speaks a calm "Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam or if he knows that I admire his strength and bravery and how he continually fights against the "Apocalypse Now".
As I die he will be with me, I fell in love he had the key, And always knelt on one knee. My last thoughts are of him, As the lights go dim, Life circling on a rim. All at once we are apart, The taste is so tart, It all hits me in the heart. You are left to live, My heart your captive, There is nothing to forgive. My cheeks blush so shy, With a tear in my eye, As I start to die. Fear not for I am well, As many up here can tell, It is not quite hell. As I look from above, kissing the forehead of my love, I wonder what he dreams of. I look at him so fondly, his lips curve so grandly, as he sleeps so soundly. I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed, I wish to be with him but I am dead, My life over and has fled. I fear for my love for he is kind, Strong handsome and well lined, But now I leave him way behind. Finding love is like a quiz, Never knowing what it is, He needs love from a heart as strong as his.
Wine painted lips Lips the sun had kissed Left a black mark Later became a scar. It didn't spoil her beauty I did what I did this was my duty. She was my dream She became my wife, my moonbeam. We broke many hearts Not to be apart. I showed her the way Just for her to stay. We drove million miles Together we smiled. She is there and I am here This I didn't plan We ended up in tears.
when you see a man bent and worn with age give him your hand you know not what he has suffered where he has been who he loved, lost give him a smile to show you care is that too much to ask show compassion give him your time lend an ear to his story fire he feels still you may gain knowledge experience is a wonderful gift to share with others happy times sad times remember broken crayons still color
Do You Feel Like There's Nowhere to Go? I know that it's easy to get discouraged and upset. Feeling "trapped" ... But can't escape "just yet." You've tried everything. And not sure what else to do? Is there someone who can help you through?" Many things you've done. You've wanted to be forgiven! Yet struggle with this each day you're livin'! You meet people and wear a "smile." And sometimes wonder if living is really worth the while. You may have prayed over and over again. And yet constantly feel Like you're "trapped within." You may have tried to call on Jesus' name. Yet find yourself in "guilt and shame." Jesus is here now! And wants you to know… He can bring peace to your troubled soul. Rather than thinking of things done in the past. Come to Jesus now! His love will always LAST! Allow HIM to bring to your life the needed victory now! He'll make you a brand new person! And HOW! By Jim Pemberton
So what if i smoke, who does it hurt? Why do you care what plant i choose to grow from the dirt? I just want to laugh again, I i just want to smile again, Smile for something other then a family photo. This is my crutch, this is how i cope.. This is how i tell my self that there is still hope, It could be my only hope. My obi-wan-kanobi, the only one who knows me. I don't know if your my savior but do believe your close, you keep me laughing, you keep me off a rope. mother why can't you see! This is so much more then dope! It leaves a sour taste now because I know you don't approve, there is so much worse things that i could use and abuse, Don't you remember my friend Dillon? Don't you remember the news? I knew he was getting into bad Sh*t but i just ignored the clues.. but f*ck, i don't want to think about that.... F*CK! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT! Maybe if i smoke this it will somehow bring him back..
You are not the man, you want to be You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different Enduring, daily beatings Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak Mean and aggressive! Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose Out of control, abusive, devious Relentless, over – bearing! Breaking me, piece by piece Confusing a child, with unhealthy love Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed Using me as your human, punching bag This innocent child's blood, staining your callas hands My child's curiosity, asking you one day "Why do you hurt me and Mum?" Your retort: "I am not your blood!" I didn't understand, back then Now, as an adult, I clearly understand! Believe me, when I say There was never a day that went past That you didn't remind me of that! My freedom, restrained My sanity, tested Caged, like a wild bird in captivity Behind bars, looking out Here, I am today, free from your grip Nursing, this inner child's, bleeding love
Where do you come from? And where do you go? Pigeon steps, crinkled blazer, bent Posture, sunken face, worn and never changed, Stumbling along your broken track Over hills, underpasses and tarmac Carrying shopping bags two for each Arm like a POW bound in Disciplinary harm, Face forward not taking a blink at a Passer-by knowing their staring giving you a eye, sometimes Laughing, never wondering why, your Just going to your home the empty, cold, and familiar abode, Away from anxiety of being, among the 'normal' then sitting Alone wonder if you even have a Phone? Just wrapped up in your in- Secure security like a forgotten Piece of furniture neglected and old, And what has happened now your bruised and covered with blood Continuing on your journey no one observing, just another phase of Learning that you're a ghost, bright as the sun visible as bacteria on toast I don't even know your name Or even how old I just know your Lonely with sadness, shopping bags And a hunchback to hold so may you Receive everything you lack As you stumble quietly and alone, along your reclusive track And when you appear again out from the mist, to gather the essentials to continue in life's bliss, i hope your journey is peaceful without them taking the piss
Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend The steel point of eyes bore into my neck My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck I lose the match; the wife won't give me a kiss I wish I could have been anything else than this...
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.
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
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 have a problem with ignorance they say that it's bliss; But when you are blinded, there's a lot that you miss. The screams are all muffled into some kind of silence; Your mind is attracted to all types of violence. You avoid the trauma of those in pain, Start focusing on success and what you can gain. Your vision is clouded with thoughts of envy and wealth. You ignore the symptoms and the decrease in your health. You digest all of the toxins and they'll say you're insane; All while the poison seeps into your brain. You are void of all conscious thought; You think that you're good but really you're not. The evil possesses you in all that you do, You think you have faith but you haven't gotten a clue. The demons take over and then you are at loss; Answering not to yourself but another big boss. You'll start longing for a saving grace, From up above or outer space. An entity to save your soul- To take away your sinful goal.
a simple wish... no fancy words no more clever rhymes no more slickly crafted verse just a simple wish to cherish the moments in-between the hue and cry of this life no more the dull-edged jab no more the anger and the strife a simple wish beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears a simple wish of a simpler life after all the bitterness of the passing years and so to retire from the hustle to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed to bid the emptiness farewell while ushering in the new tomorrow bathed in the soft glow of hope and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...
MY LIFE To curse the day I was born, Will portray my image as a coward. To curse the night I was conceived be torn, Will be like walking up a steep hill with high heels backward. Little I know, so be it cool, But my days are numbered. Nobody embrace me for I am a fool. Believing in fate or destiny but my life is conquered. Days like this makes me wonder! Wonder why God made to suffer. My life is so wind-blown like powder, Though we are born equal still we differ. When the sun sets, wonder what tomorrow brings? Oh! Dear, what change does me good? Ruff cuts and pieces put together but the road is so narrow, My life deserves better than this bad mood. For me to quit before being fired… `Tis a solution to end sorrow of my shattered life-long days. The burden I shoulder utters no bliss but being tired, Do I deserve life prompted by agony in this hatred ways? My spirit resembles the waters, When I journey to the unknown. Float in slopes doped to waterfalls, My behind won't be behind, Cause the journey is eternal in the kingdom of the unknown. By Willem Pietersen
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
Who are and who is my friends or acquaintances, confusing everyday but today I have found my self to walk a path that is not so rough I became so blinded to have friends that it pains me anyway They take a simple kindness and think that I am not tough so by deliberately challenging me to act like nothing happens I grow bold Wake up you! and all the rest, I have something to say I don't like this feeling of regret or sorrow so please do not take me cold as a friend you should know to not take advantage of my kindness in away A storm is blowing inside my soul burning a hole in it so lightning is striking in methods unknown for in the distance thunder you hear Some of the greatest warriors fall with great weapons of bow antics that slaughters such feebleness as cowardices use an unseen spear To let one know that your feelings are clear do not hesitate to do so shows fear and that is one thing that can determine your choice With kindness in your corner you should easily win and that will be great! In the end you can hold up a drink with friends and smile and rejoice
I'm sitting here in this room, thinking to myself about the past. How I had bloom... though, it didn't last. God, everyday I am lying. Everyday I put on my mask. I always end up crying since no one dares to ask. I stopped talking to my friends, cut them all loose. For this is the end, and we all knew I would lose. Everyone around me thinks I'm better. since all they see are lies. They should know better! Even though I'm in disguise. I put on my fake smile and laugh along with everyone around me. I think everyone is in denial since they can't obviously see They act like nothing happened. like... I faked the whole incident. They honestly don't know what happened, or why I caused that incident. They believe that I was never "broken" just that I wanted attention. I should have never spoken and give them my full attention. No one knows I've been skipping my pills, everyone thinks I take them. Maybe I'm saving them for the kill? Who knows what I plan to do with them. I throw up everyday, only because I've grown used to it. No one understands my ways or why I keep quiet. Sometimes, when I'm alone and I see something I could use to harm myself. I check to make sure I'm on my own and start to look at myself. First, I cry...because I oh so much hate my body. Then, I hurt myself. Proving that I am nobody. and since I'm alone, and with no one else I continue doing this until I see a drop of blood, then it feels like bliss. I continue sometimes, craving the blood. Then when it gets too much, I sit down thinking... no one knows I do such if they did...would they let me drown? I bet they would. Since everyone I have come to love, leaves me..just like they should. because I'm nothing from above. You might think I'm a blessing. ha, I'm a curse. I bet you were messing, and just tried to keep it from getting worse. but let me get this straight, nothing you say or do, will get me to leave this gate. For this gate is where I was left to be on my own. to forget about help. I was always alone, never having anyone's help. Just let me be, I don't need your sympathy. Can't you see? It doesn't matter to me! I'd rather have everyone hate me than have you all pretend because believe it or not, I can see through all your acts that should come to an end. You aren't my friend, so leave me now. This my end, you mustn't know how. I will write back soon, for this is my only comfort. I only shall come at the time of the moon, for that is my hour of comfort.
Look around you See the faces surrounding you All with different uses and tasks to do What if it'll be your last view? A bitter truth no one reviews No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking A time to really have all the rest you'll ever need Being alone with your deeds and virtue Whether the good or evil Alone and awaiting judgement People singing melodious songs They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you. We wonder and ponder But at the end, all they do is lauder. Not knowing death is like thunder Striking and leaving a donga Leaving us in confusion Live life as a traveller, but take only what you'll need along the way. Funny how when you die they start listening A journey worth taking for those who know. Tell me, are you not willing to go? For more? For all the bounties and all the grace All the sights, smells and the tastes Will be forgotten without a trace As if frozen in time and space When you see his face. You asked for mercy, that he gave. Death, the undisputed slave. We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad. Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?
Without you, worn down, weary, staggering into tomorrow, dissolving my todays, grim, dreary, I crawl, slipping out of my skin, flinging laughter, joy, contentment, into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin. Without you
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.
Fiery eyes of crimson tide as a captain looks upon haunted ships, what once was, but no more eyes filled with heavy tears as darkness floods the heart's chambers, wars raged and lost, the innocent and brave fought the unseen tales foretold. Hungry eyes of vultures, lions and insatiable alike, pursue pray with eyes watery glaze, ever so softly, ever so suddenly a life which is no more, remains. Loving eyes of the passionate, hopeful, full of adoration, one stare in each other's eyes a lifetime of promise awaits. Eyes closed, eternity of solitude, infinite hours of timeless wonder, heaven in a soul's reach a reality that is yet to be explored.
Scared to walk on the flagstones that your love would lay in my journey My journey to freedom My journey to diffidence My journey to destiny. I returned back flake of your sole that was with me as a keepsake AND started ambling legs on the promenade of my journey. I didn't want to bail out from our story I just wanted to elide your presence in my sole You never brought any elegy to our imperishable bond but It was me who rusted ours amicable relation and decided our segregation. Walking away from your home and stepping on YOUR FOOTSTEPS I felt your breath and relived every moment with you again but When I turned back I just saw a dilapilated house and a barren dusty road NOW as I am roaming lugubriously I don't have you with me Your absence has quenched my thirst for search of destiny And I have realized that my journey didn't began after leaving you but it ENDED. Its not that I have forgotton you and my brain has erased photographic memories of you in my kaput life I still remember you while sitting on the porch and watching the stars alone I still remember you when I want someone to hold my hand and walk with me AND I still remember the last meeting of our eyes. Whenever these feeling start taking control of me I console my heart by saying How could I have asked her to come when even I don't know where I am going. I am just a Soulless Wanderer`
Peace be with you little ones, As you make your journey home, So early in the day it seems, To come upon your lives' sweet gloam. Peace be with you little ones, Your smiles brightened up the earth, And though we might no longer see, They still in heaven spread their mirth. Peace be with you little ones, And those who would your guardians be, There should be no cost put on lives, So easily lost in tragedy. Peace be with you little ones, As you make your journey home, So early in the day it seems, To come upon your lives' sweet gloam. For the children and adults who lost their lives in Newtown Connecticut
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...
Nobody Knows my real name 'Angel' Is what I go by I am freezing cold I don't have money Just, the clothes on my back I am a walking wardrobe I am lonely I smell like crap I am starving hungry I can't find any shelter My clothes are drenched I look like a drowned rat! Violence Upon women Is classed normal Around here! I wonder... If I will survive Another day? Only To wake up And Do this All over, again! "Protect me tonight As,I lay my head to rest" "I love you, dear God" "Goodnight"
Lord, I Stumbled and Fell! Lord, I have stumbled and fallen once again! By hanging on to a stubborn sin! I once thought, "My life will never get off track," Until that one day after I committed such a sinful act. "No one's watching me" was what I thought, I didn't now the pain and suffering, into my family, that I brought! That moment of "pleasure," I hoped would go away, But sin stares me in the face, every day! Pride crept into my once cheerful heart, It's now eating at me! Tearing me apart! I once thought I was "too good," to commit a sin like this! Many of God's blessings, I now will miss. To you Jesus… My whole heart, I ask you to cleanse. It's in YOU! That my life depends. Create in me a clean heart! Renew a right spirit within me! Your forgiveness in my life, is what others must see. The most important thing, to God that I can give… Is a broken and contrite heart, each day I live! By Jim Pemberton rev. 04/13/13
My eyes Refuse to see tragedy My eyes Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? You don't see What damage you've done Just let me be Leave me alone…hand me a gun I yearn for unspoiled glory To make me feel perfect once more I yearn for flawless serenity To make me feel no regret…don't ignore My calls…don't hang up on me You don't see What damage you've done Just hear my plea Listen to my excruciating cries… Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies Our journey has just begun And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye can't handle the stress Let me release my horrendous distress Eye can see you making that same mistake At least MY life isn't at stake And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping…do You feel my lament And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement I'm aching with discontent… I abhor this torment When will peace scrub off my fear? I can't believe my eyes Your guiltiness flows into me… I can't believe I fell for your lies Your heartless action rape my mind…you don't see What my EYES see… You'll never see How much pressure you put me under Unchain me from this chamber And watch me flee… When will you be set free?
A six letter word That drives others insane It makes children cry, They have a hard time remembering the name A six letter word That could make a grown man cry He is scared, He does not want to die With so much life still ahead, And still so much behind A six letter word that makes families get together and cry They are all scared for him They want him alive A six letter word, that there still trying to find a cure for Who knows how long that will take them though A six letter word that breaks my heart, Where can he hide? He does not want to die, One day, they will find a cure; But one day, he won't be here anymore
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.
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
She lies in a pile of bloody red roses She left a note to her folks saying " I cant go on im sorry" It didnt say why But still we cry We are all very sad some of us are mad none of us are glad She'll b greatly missed To me she was like a sis But when will the rumors stop Noone knows the truth not even the cops My pain is great I wish we hadnt been late But when we got there there she lay on her already made bed of Bloody red roses
Don't pretend to understand me When your frustration and anger, comes first Don't pretend to nod and listen When all you hear, is what you want You treat me as if I am a brainless idiot! Blaming me because I don't agree with you Because I won't let you control me I am a big girl living an independent life So, don't pretend to know how I feel When you only believe the lies you convince yourself, I am Don't say you love me, when your ego takes precedence over my feelings Dreaming of what you want us to be Dreaming of me, from a far Leaving me alone, to problem solve, on my own I do this to show I care To show you I am responsible All I want is for us to be on the same page, sharing our love again Laughing, kissing I need your love and attentiveness I need to feel your nurturing warmth Instead of taking it away from me Knowing my vulnerabilities Deliberately hurting me You told me you were my knight in shining armour Where are you, when I need you?
A long time passes and I am still here Silently insulting, brutally weeping But then I lift my head from the ground To see him standing there Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude Was he there the entire time? I feel his eyes but see only his stare I am dreaming again Has he returned to guide me? To frighten me back into reality? Who are you, entity of fear? I know death draws me near— But why, oh mystery, do you linger here? He never answers me, though still I try Why are you here? Must you hate me too? He pulls me up staring me down His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow Empty features burning my vision As he bends facing me I never want to see your face again See, that's why I hide. . . Why, I ask, my voice croaking Tell me why. . . He takes my hand as I cringe Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him To believe all of this. . .is right How though, can I trust his blank sincerity? I am the only. . .the lonely But there he is beside me His long fingers intermingling in mine The sense of fear and confusion Sticking to me like grime I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend And for once I let him embrace me I cannot bear to flee He tenses and tightens his grip Dreading I may slip away in panic Please stay. . .please stay Soon it will all just go away. . . He is warm against me—alive Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind Tingles shoot down my spine As I stand there, so close to him We watch a sagging sunset As tears flow down my infected eyes I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies Squeezing my hand he holds me close As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time Only to sink from its post I never want to see your face again See, that's why I lie Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment Whispering comforting falsehood I gaze beyond the wasteland Beyond myself. . . But there I find nothing Hand in hand we walk over the edge Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet Nothingness The demons watch us disappear Grinning from ear to ear I cannot see them now. . . But I can smell their fear -January 26, 2013-
Mother Teresa been a historical, and an important, and a humble figure, as she had dedicated her life for the poor and the needy indeed, the best tribute one can give her is by quoting a single quote of her, out of the many though, the one mentioned below seems to be more precise, in today's world, "Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given" Today, in the rush of acquiring money, many have forgotten this lovely aspect, the aspect of love, which is much greater than money, and had crossed a number of boundaries, from times immemorial, today jealousy, selfishness, greed have taken over love, wherein money is not that great, than love itself, as love is like a 'Can', which can be filled from the top to the bottom, unlike money, which needs to be filled from the bottom instead, love is greater than money indeed, as we do love our Gods, our wives, the children, whether they be ours, or of others, without distinguishing between their caste, creed, colour, Love is indeed greater, as we love the newborns born into this world, our friends , wherein love can also help us to defeat our enemies too, without love, no one can progress on, and neither the countries too, Therefore love is greater than money indeed!! 'Quote and Author':- "Let us more and more insist on raising funds of love, of kindness, of understanding, of peace. Money will come if we seek first the Kingdom of God-the rest will be given"- Author: 'Mother Teresa'
Prolog: This poem is about how much you need to struggle to 'survive' as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child's. It's funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a 'somebody', or even a 'nobody'? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one's integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it's all about you and your own little world! The journey is tough, the journey is loathed, The journey is necessary, the journey is promising From learning to put on the bow-tie, To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket, From experiencing the toughest times And still standing upright like a ship in a storm Like never before, Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior, Resilient in form, stronger than its former, And kills your innocence; darkens your heart. The journey is tough, the journey is loathed, The journey is necessary, the journey is promising Life slips by 'unlived' and under cut-throat competition Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles, Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit It's flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep? Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of. But now only has become an essential strategy for survival Pain only makes him stronger, Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer And brings a hope of fresh revival How true Darwin sayeth! Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species. However, gratitude to such reformation The inception of adulthood, cognizance! Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier The journey is tough, the journey is loathed, The journey is necessary, the journey is promising. Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world
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.
I am lost, and broken, trapped alone, in a foggy crevasse, wedged between sanity | madness | anguish. I lose, and break, memories taunting, my waking thoughts, stripping me bare | naked | exposed. I survive, barely breathing, slipping deeper, into nothingness, feeling little | shattered | numb. I am incomplete, without you, broken and fatigued, gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain. I persist, each breath futile, crushed, yet alive, comforted knowing only, that you breathe | you live | and you love.
I am a lost person, but I am not alone. I make choices in my life and I choose to let go. I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes, The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow. The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad. I have some regrets, some I can't forget, but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins? I'll give it my all, and pray I win. I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key, never let anyone inside, so I can remain free. Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead, The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read, by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death, I hope this will heal me, burning the past, The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts. I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, and guide me too the light instead of lies. I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are, because I need compassion, not just a broken heart. I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part. Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues (For Bob Dylan) Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears We shatter and scrape on demented knees Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze I know now what I need never have known Of hope that was trampled before it had flown Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray 'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
I've never hit rock bottom so hard. I got up but it feels like I'm still sitting down. I've never felt pain so bad To the point where I just can't function. The memories I can't seem to erase They replay in my head constantly until I'm in tears. I've never had my heart broken so bad That just picking up the pieces crumbles in my hands. I've never felt so alone. That even while you hold me I can't feel your arms. I've never been so depressed in my life That even a psychiatrist don't know my diagnosis. There is only one way to go but up. But my ladder keeps sliding down. I run, jump, skip, hop. Defeat lays on my breastplate. 12/23/12
We never enter the basement. It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows. Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect. I've seen it once, this basement of ours. I felt its chill, at first what I saw was unknown. It was another world, a new land, unlike anything I'd ever seen. This basement of ours was dark, it was a place where the black sun hung high, it has a warm hypothermic kiss to the surface of the skin. I saw ravens flying, riding on the wings of burnt and unopened love letters, frames of a talented and widely loved young wolf gone omega. Here in this world I feel the weight of silence. It rains silence, blanketing what was once golden. It fills my nose with every breath. A I sift through this place, wipe away the residue of silence and time, I see frozen moments, temporary forevers. I see pictures, what this land might have been. I've seen many things in this basement. But in this moment that seemed to last forever, I found quite a find. I found a find that intrigued me down to the deepest recess of my mind. It was on the outskirts of this wasteland. Covered in silence, it lay beneath dancing weavers weaving silk bed traps. What I found was a product of the twisted oak, carved with the legacies of the natives, the light in a dark world. It was a chair, a rocking chair. A chair placed by the window yet untouched by the sun. A chair I'd heard stories about, a chair that had lived a long life, raising small children now grown. Yet her sweet whispering allure called to me. On it I read stories of the seasons, from the blazing summer sun, to the frozen winter nights. It had curves as the hills in Italy, depicting the wild horses that roam. This land of silence and pain now turned loud, deafening with the questions and thoughts racing through my mind. Where was it made? How did it get here? When did its journey end? Why was it forsaken? But most of all, What was this place? This land I found now stuck in time. This land full of things now covered in silence, wrapped in pain and mystery. I hear footsteps, up in the world above. They call out to me, time has come rushing back. This wasteland will return to silence. I never forgot that place, now grown, my children will soon discover that land. They will journey for the answer to what lies below. I found the answer. This place, this is the place of lost sons, broken dreams, and bad memories.
While the church of today continues to wrestle with prominent issues, like those of leadership, moral credibility, or fidelity of her members; society remains critical to address certain weakpoints already at hand, those seeming endless lawsuits against the clergy and religious members. Moments in time unfold the wreckage of moral credibility, trust, and confidence; it's like a downfall of the human castle formed with the sanctity of wisdom – continuity in liturgical sacraments, prayer, and reliance on biblical life; with faith that God is involved in many events both ecclesial and personal. It's on a soaring journey where the Jewish concept of bitachon is needed, to move on amid the struggles and other evolving deal of human problems; so inextricable that make one stronger to cope with what life really means, in this generation where a culture of arguments abounds in moral situations. It's sad to think of what's going on; it's painful to experience those afflictions, the church grieves and suffers with all her leaders' and members' transgressions; with the abuse of power, freedom, and prestige of being one of Christ' ministers, heaven weeps as evil triumphs to lead those priests into the world of failures. The turbulent waves of scandals that have wounded the sacred priestly life, people's trust and faithfulness to the sacraments of life – a great turmoil! the whole Catholicism has been shaken and struggled to redeeem her reputation; her running sore of afflictions – so widespread that only time can heal the wounds. With the words of Jesus at his farewell discourse in Johannine literature, "I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you." It's reassuring so far; the Spirit of truth is Christ himself who'll walk with his own people of all races, his covenant with them, promise to his disciples, and assurance to all who believe in him. The church echoes hope and perseverance in the throes of sufferings and tribulations, She calls everyone to look for the true light – Christ, in hiddenness and humility; His epiphany in a continuing journey of faith, in the gospel cries, in various events, Christ shines in one's heart, along with the Father and the Holy Spirit – the Paraclete.
Begins its journey From the heart. Its destiny to be released Visible No longer privately withheld Sometimes its power overwhelms With the momentum gained from containment Finally released it crashes like surf Only to be pacified when the winds die And the tide turns. Sometimes it makes its appearance gently soothing with its rocking motion Settling when spent Sometimes It ends it journey As it began one tiny tear Forced into daylight Tracing its path across the still face Finally a drop. Jo Cook
She'd never looked at life this way There's beauty all around How could I have got so low Just needed to be found When the first tear fell from her She thought that it would mend Didn't think she'd still be here It never seemed to end And the days they turned to weeks The weeks turned into years It took awayher confidence Replaced with all her fears She knew the circle wouldn't stop Each morning brings new pain Wonders how the bright sky feels She's only used to rain Looking at herself one day She stared into her eyes And saw that there was nothing left She's done with living lies Admitting that she needed help It took a lot to do But knows she's coming home one day The grey skies turn to blue With every ounce of strength in her She had to do what's right And knew that it was time to start The long uneasy fight
Holy books says it all You taught me how to crawl This will never change Never ends never fades Dear God where you are? Shattered piece of childish dreams This will never change Never ends never fades. I can fight for all my life, Not broken, not broken inside Never be so frustrated, Not going to commit suicide. Fuc*ing faith will fall, Mortals will stand tall Hell and heaven are all the same Live your life, don't die in vain Only you and I can make A better world for tomorrow Have faith in yourself And wipe off the tears of sorrow Make me scream, Make me cry I'll never fail to try. This night's has an end No pain will remain
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
What will be Will be! I know of this, first hand Your life was taken away So abruptly! I will Never forget That day! Till the day My body dies And I am with you, again! "How was I to prepare myself?" With That kind of Life changing, event! You Didn't warn me You Were permanently leaving! I hope You know How much "I love you" Know You will never be forgotten! I don't know What Has got into me! Consciously I feel you Inside me I see images Of your face So clearly! Am I crazy To believe in this, my love? "Are you still with me?" "Is my imagination Playing cruel tricks Running rampant As I talk with you As if You were by my side, right now In my heart and mind Your face etched Imprinted Like a blue print That never fades Your foot prints Still remain, beside me My heart beats Eternally Trying to make sense of everything! Forgive me, my love For being so strong in my feeling For it has been a long time Since I lost you, my friend Something I haven't Quite Got over! My heart Having A mind of its own Aching To be with you, still! To see you To smell you To touch you To taste you One Last time! I want to say "Goodbye" Once and for all! As We have Brought out The best and worst In each other Rivers run deep When it comes to you and me! We have had our fair share of fights and arguments Stubborn disagreements All of them Meaningless Now You cease to exist! I miss your lingering touches Your hand, stroking my face Your big, blue eyes Looking into mine Your warm lips Your rough, unshaven face The way you Passionately Kiss me While We make love, till dawn I miss All those nights You kept me Safe and warm! I miss Your Loving embrace I miss Your Reassurance! "Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?" Just As I felt In your arms, my love? How Do I let you go? How Do I set myself, free? I am ready To love, again! With 'Our eternal love' Supporting And Guiding me Especially In times, like these!
I wish To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky I wish I have all my issues fly out the windows I wish My whole body could simply wither away I wish To start anew and be on a fresh start I wish I had the ability to fly I wish To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems I wish I could be a wonderful guy I wish I could have a future family and be the best father in the world I wish I could have a positive mindset I wish I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life
I lay awake, at night Hearing your spirit, calling me I feel you, deeply Another time, another space How, do I bring you back home?
I'm riding along on this massive ship. Titanic is the most fitting name for it. Bold in grandeur and timeless beauty, Downstairs neighbor to the rich and snooty. Treated like cargo and feeling unimportant By those who feel they are most important. I escape my tiny quarters to go upon deck As I feel the cold piercing the nape of my neck. My breath creates steam as hot meets the cold. I look into the night air, to the mysteries untold, This journey to a place where life promises better. I love her already and I never even met her. Oh, America, the land of opportunities! So excited to prosper within her communities. Daydreams of hope are quickly interrupted As the ship's journey is violently disrupted. I lean overboard to see what's the confusion And I hope what my eyes see is all an illusion. Large and white, cold-hearted in the night, An iceberg passes by invading my sight. Shock has stopped my brain from reacting… An unusual sound of water becomes distracting… The water quickly covers the floor I stand on… And all my hopes and dreams are soon to be gone. The important don't care about us at the bottom, "Don't try saving them; the water's already got 'em." I stare at the night and I don't fight for my life. The important has slashed my hopes with a knife. Got us down here, alone, with no way out, Stealing our hope only to replace it with doubt. The water is to my stomach; I can't feel my toes, I find absolutely no comfort within my wet clothes. The screams are haunting and so full of fear. We at the bottom know our time is near. The important at least have some kind of a chance While we at the bottom catch a watery slow dance. The water is to my chin and I'm frozen stiff. My nose is too cold for me to take a sniff. The water is to my nose and now I can't breathe. I can't even stop to think how this is happening. It all ends here in this dark, freezing ocean. I'm too numb to feel any real emotion. The water engulfs me as I float inside my grave, Wishing I was somewhat important enough to save. I've never met you but America, I say good-bye. The middle of the ocean is where I am fated to die.
She. She, remains just out of focus, an elusive portrait, etched in the corner of the mind's eye. she, sometimes strays into view, a blurred mirage, of burnished words cast in indelible dye. she, steals fragments of each day, a welcome thief, of emotions left in some dusty space. she, scatters my poems in the breeze, an invited spell, that vanishes into the wind without a trace. she, renders me mute and so often blind, the wild dreamer, a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind. she, brings the elements of nature to me, a gentle healer, she unfolds my thoughts setting them free. she, comes and goes as she chooses, an untamed spirit, soothing the very place that she bruises. she, rouses me in nights of empty slumber, a murmured breath, brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number. she, remains to me the enigmatic one, a burning riddle, yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done. she, my heart knows not why she stays, my consistent constant, filling up my nights and consoling my days. she, deserves so much more from fate, the truest soul, she loves too much and knows not how to hate. she, arrives again tonight as I lie awake, a thoughtful shield, my coat of armour in a world far too fake. she, stays with me and within me stays still, the true one, and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will. she, from whose cup I have so greedily drank, a giver of life, I have not the words with which to her wholly thank. she, knows how desolate a world this can be, my sustainer of hope, and of life and of breath is what she will always be.
Why is it I am always wrong? Something I have always done? Why is it I am Never good enough In your eyes In challenging times? How many times Do I have to say "I love You?" What will it take To convince That mind And Heart Of yours? What can I say That will ease This jealousy And Resentment You feel towards me When drinking Too much booze Killing what brain cells Are left In that stubborn Head of yours! How long Will it take For you To believe in me? For I know I am a fool Staying here, with you! Feeling desperate Lost and lonely Dreams squashed Emotionally drained When 'we' need to pull together In union ship To make This bond strong Between us! 'Uniting as One'' 'Love Conquering All' "Well!" "So, I am told!" I love you more Than this Arguing and fighting! But You refuse to understand The love I have for you My head Tells me to stay with you But My heart knows I cannot! For I have asked you To be kind to me I have asked You to open up Your anger and rage Continues growing Out of control Taking over Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Burning bridges Being ruthless Always Out for the kill! I need to break away! I need to clear my head! I need to experience Love and longevity True togetherness With The one's I love! My heart needs to experience 'Healthy Love' My heart deserves the best! You now Belong in my past I am no longer the person You once knew me, to be Your insecurities Your inner demons Far bigger Than any of the love You choose to acknowledge Or Feel from me! You can believe this To be true If nothing else! "Love thy self" Share Without personal gain Being Your Primary Motive! Know Love Be Love, in Action! Be honest Have empathy now As I cut these cords Of emotional bondage That Bind us together True Love No longer Our foundation! I stand on my own Knowing I have learnt the lessons You have come to teach I now know What love isn't! "I thank you" For showing me this! My illusions of love Blinding me Colouring my experiences Revealing Only what 'I Wanted Us To Be' Not 'True Reality'
Life is a dagger; beautiful and fragile, but will stab you in the back. It will take away the pain and misery, and bring it all back. And then you're standing on the edge, not knowing where to go. Your past lyes below you, and so does your living soul The music rang loud in your ears, a tear rushed down your face. And you heard a gunshot, as the stars danced through the pain. Now your feelings leave your body but your body stays on the ground. You're depressed, stressed Unconfessed. You're a mess, tearing apart on the path that leads you to the end. And you're so close, but too far to get there. Too far to look back at the pain and misery he caused you And the stars, they glistened through the pain. But your body loses control, Flames burning through your soul, only to be shot down by the clouds filling your mind and refueled by the burning fire inside.
It's always nice to call a friend When life starts drawing to an end Maybe you should wait a day Always find much more to say But should you just forget to phone You might find that you're all alone Yet other things I start to find Many friends have lost their mind Not that they are off the wall They all have problems when I call Some just can't hear Some aren't well It's really hard For me to tell Some have no mate A sorry state Other know they reached their last All recall A long lost past For them each day's a living hell All's not good All's not well
Once here Now dead & gone "What am I known for, this time round?" I exist only as a memory now A memory that fades, over time "Who will remember me, when I am gone?" No one knew me Yet people will say they knew me, so well! A laugh, how often people think "they are experts" Yet, really Know nothing at all! "How well did you know the inside of me?" For, if I was to ask... "What is my favourite colour?" Or, "what's my favourite song?" I listen for answers...none come "What's my favourite food to eat?" Complete silence... I could hear a pin drop Round...about...now! "Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?" For I ask... "Who truly knew me?" "What am I known for?" "Who will remember me?" When I am dead & gone
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to feel. I don't know what to think. I do know I look for you. I do know I listen for you. I do know I miss you. I remember what you said I remember what you did. I remember the talks we had. I would give it all for another day. I would give it all, to give us another minute. I would give it all, just to hear your voice again. I miss the time we had, I miss the words you said; I will miss you 'till the end. You helped me be what I am, I remember, that you were my friend. You touched my life, in a way I never thought you would. You never know what you are missing, until they are not there. I am thinking of you, You are not forgotten, only gone. ©K. Chun 4.6.14
If only I could kiss u as many times as I shed a tear last night. I wish i were older. I wish people would realize we are just two lonely kids trying to find a way in this world. I hope when the time comes for us to meet again we don't regret a thing. We will work out perfect we won't have to make anyone happy but ourselves. But for now, goodbye. I hope your life is as fun and amazing as you have made my life these past few months. I hope your successful, and I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do. I hope you are happy in everything you do. Anyone who is yours is really lucky. Just know that when you need me to keep our promise, to find and fall back in love with each other, I'm where I always said I would be, waiting on that call, and on that day my life will be complete.
I scream, at the top of my lungs No sound, comes out Silent, curdling screams Is, all I have left, now I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might While, being forced down By the mighty strength, of many men The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime Embed, in my senses Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke! Their hands, all over me Constantly grabbing and groping me Hollering and cheering each other on Then, someone punches me Someone, I cannot see A large man's hand, covers my nose and mouth Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides! I can't breathe, now! Many heavy handed blows, follow In a blurry haze I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter Upon the snow white sheets, that surround My sacred blood spilled My salty tears mixed in with sticky men's semen My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava Lulling into a translucent, entranced state Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body My body fighting, for its God given right To live, now! My life flashes before my eyes The sounds around me begin to fade My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp My body betraying me, when I need her the most! Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own "Have mercy upon these souls" "Please forgive these men, as I do, now "My love remains with you, heavenly Father" Blackened tears of jet black mascara Weave their way down Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb! My innocence and dignity stripped! No one, can save me, the worst is done! Bashed, beaten, worn I am nothing, no more...
Cold case lover, how I loved you so! You always mattered But, you never believed me! You were my every desire You were everything to me! Looking through your eyes Jaded with jealousy and envy You laid your hands upon me Acting out your emotional And bitter pain "Why were you so mean spirited?" "Who messed with your mind?" How can you kneel before me, now Pleading me to forgive you As, you bawl your eyes out Your relentless begging Over and over You keep playing mind games, with me! Begging me, for mercy To come back, One, last, time... With my swollen eyes Broken bones Twisted up, insides My heart is torn! "Are you a dead man walking?" "Do you not 'feel' no more"? Will I get to see tomorrow's sunrise If, I stay another day with you... Playing Russian roulette with my life I am terrified, I am petrified! My eyes are blind My heart too forgiving! But, I am not leaving. "Will I become a cold case murder, one day?" I wonder... At the hands, of my own stupidity! "What will you do on that day, dear lover?" "Will you lie and be deceitful?" "Will you hide things?" Just like, you did from me! Will, you 'vow' devotedly You did it all in the name of 'Love?' Will you brag about Your 'bitter, sweet victory? Open wounds Bleeding soul Release me free From this man's betrayal!
Savage lies, mercilessly spoken, battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open, companionship was all that was sought, not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought. The bonds I sought were simple, peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black, delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back. It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain, and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love, floating down the streets we walked, scattered in the rivulets of this night's pouring rain. Alone I scribble this paltry verse, the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms, and though I may heal some day, the memory of the ashes of our love, floating down the streets we once walked, shall remain buried deep, until my dying day
An imprint of you remains, mingled in the blood racing through my veins, hewn into my flesh you stay, a chiselled tattoo from our long-lost yesterday, deeply branded by your entire being, rooted to a memory incapable of fleeing, torn, and twisting inside my skin, the pain screeches like jangling cans of tin, a desolate nightmare this agony feels, with a phantom whiff of your sweet breath my soul reels, now that you are gone, lost within a labyrinth of illusions, your voice swarms inside my desperate delusions, scratching, clawing layers of past moments spent with you, you are a part of me, an unfaded, vivid tattoo, and as my dreams of you frantically race, I am unable to erase, the blazing picture of your exquisite face, so let me be, and leave me to burn in this furnace of my hell, I should have known better, but all that matters little, because it was for you, that I fell.
Clawing into myself, digging, scraping, scratching a phantom itch. … Amputating feelings, thoughts, emotions, love, always excising love, … to feel some pain, for once, to feel the ache, the heartbreak, the anger, the desolation, the loss, the pangs of remorse, to feel anything at all, not this numbness, these tattered synapses, this innured state of anaesthetised unfeeling, the brittle thoughts that shatter, painless, when I stumble and crash, and fall. … I ache for the ache, pining to pine, hungering to hunger, bleeding fragments of myself, only to bleed, to feel, alive, again…
Starting from scratch has never felt so Good I've been from the Burbs and now my life's the Hood Blessed needless to say- this journey has been one for the Record I've been pushed/ pulled/ torn but not Broken Im taking lifes trials and tribulations as a Golden Token I'll allow the things I go through in life to make me Better If that means I have to go through the storm to get to pleasant Weather I've learned to let go which is the hardest thing I've had to Do But I owe my life to God, not the family or even to You I am a woman with newly discovered Worth This journey I've taken has been filled with so much Hope The light of Life is now burning so Bright Took a lifetime of trials for me to get it Right Now I have God on my side and my Strength is Greater
Perfect strangers sharing one life on a journey together with an unknown destination. We have come so far but have gone nowhere Ice cold, shivering, and starving for your touch. A touch that made us one for eternity and yet eternity has come and gone. Our journey has come to an end and now we travel down separate paths. The emptiness that fills my soul and clouds my vision has blinded me. I am unable to find my way and am searching the darkness for you. I am no longer complete and my future is uncertain. Maybe tomorrow will know. Too many questions for which there are no answers.. Which path do I choose? There is a path of change, filled with loss that leads me to you. Will you be there? Stay on the lonely broken road filled with obstacles and challenges that may lead you back to me. Will you come? You left with no words, no answers and no way to tell. This day of confusion will soon end. Maybe tomorrow will know.
Morbid nightmare for the feelings that run wild inner feelings i kept hiden tightly from the world as a child. Desparation on an endless journey but there is no reality only obsession that i am urning. Traviling a twisted road that seems impossable to follow and thinking back on the past has giving me nothing but greif an sorrow. The war between coruption an hate pins you to a chair You here what those people are whispering but you choose not to care. Morbid nightmare your only true escape but your stuck inbetween a dream that wants to become your gate. Sometimes you dont want to wake up hoping that you might find A wired shut mouth with a little peice of mind. There can be no haven until the final nightmare so lye on your bed and close your eyes but always beware. You have finally enterd yout dream of morbid nightmare Just be reminded of the knowledge you do not share. You come across three small children who have no need for a protector so you pss an begin your journey scared of what you may encounter. Intemidated by the blackness of the night an the coldness of your heart you feel as if your soul is being taken an torn all apart. You come across a hill covered by thick sand and you feel forces full of rage moving like wraths across the land. You reach the top and look down only to find an endless drop to an endless dream You realize there is no way out so you close your eyes an begin to scream searching for a refuge from this unwanting dare but there is no sanity that awaits for you because you promised your soul to a morbid nightmare
On a abandon dirt road walks a man. Holes in his shoes and torn clothes. Been on a journey since before birth. But he won't stop until he fills his void. He has faced danger many times, shows no fear. But he owns just one fear. That of dying alone. Wind picks up on an already cold day. Clouds cast and he feels the rain start. And it shows no signs of stopping. They say that rain cleanses you. But as each drop falls, so does he. Deeper into his depression. And as suddenly as it began, sun comes out. He hears a distant but clear voice. Looks to the horizon, falls to his knees. A vision of beauty never seen before. Now he is transformed new once more. For the 1st time, smile forms, tear falls. And he knows his journey is complete.
Time is slowly coming to an end Unsure of what is around that next bend Awaiting for the final curtain call Body tired of juggling so many different balls Knowing that everything has been fulfilled and done Rewarding was the journey - although not always fun Everything she had hoped to have done for now Accomplished miraculously somehow Happy memories locked deep in her heart Loved ones will always hold a special part Each day her heart cries out what seems in vain Wanting the chance to end this never ending pain Reaching out to anyone she may love Wanting her soul to be free like a beautiful dove How she prays silently inside every night This suffering and torment she endures is not right Misty eyes she looks up the great blue sky All she can mutter inside is "Why God Why" Every day she faces a world unknown to her alone Her husband of 50 years has passed on before her now She longs to join him someway somehow Tired of being alone and in pain for so many years Lord there is only one way to dry her tears Her life has been full and journey long In your Kingdom she know belongs Call her home and let her rest now Although she will be missed - we will carry on somehow
Frustration is killing my senses My mind is filled with bruises Laughters fill the air But tears roll down here Here I am dreaming There you are screaming Do you know what's on my mind? You must have been so blund If tears could talk You will hear words youy've never knowb before You will see the pain buried in my heart I'll let the tears flow bit by bit Let the tears make you fell As the time stand still When tears talk, you don't have to speak a bit Cause I won't hear a thing Loving you was a big mistake The true love we had was fake The journey that I'm about to face Don't care if I win the race My mind's made up togive up the fight Even if I won't see the light This journey is not that long I won't let the pain keep me in silence Let the tears speak For the love I never seek If tears could speak You'll see I'm weak But I know I have never been A loser as you have seen