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I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow, You carried burdens then; you see them now. You've heard the cries your people who in pain, Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky I see the wings of eagles flying by Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare Her spirit one with you now over there. You hear the drums, they bid you to come near, Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear. Song like prayers are chanted through the night, Calling you come, and help them end their plight. You've heard sad cries and now stand at their side, You join the prayers with both arms open wide, United spirits sing until the dawn, When in the fire's flames a golden fawn. Remembering a smile crosses your face, When tribes were one with Mother Nature's grace. The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear, Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear. The weightless feathers that adorn your head Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead. Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change While here on earth your people rearrange. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.21.2014 Giorgio A.V. Contest Iambic Pentameter 1st place
He walked amid the woodlands muted morn. The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze. For dawn had moistened yet another day. And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees. A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse. His gun caressed the warmth of flannel sleeves. The silent hunter, stalking, tiptoed near. A golden-red meandered through the leaves. The sun began to rise above the knoll. It shone upon dark eyes; the gun rose high. The pheasant flickered leaves; then, heard a crunch. He recognized the scent; the man walked nigh. Red feathers, brightly accented with gold, Were ruffled as he took his fighting pose. The cockerel next to man had no defense. So, high above the trees the pheasant rose! His hungry children waited back at home. He rushed along the trail up to the crest. The pheasant lost from view; his stomach growled. The hunter and his gun had done their best. At noon, the hunter rested on a log. The water in his canteen, nearly dry, No morsel did he eat as day grew long. The stealthy man could hear his children's cry. December 1, 2014 Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Trust in your fear As it speaks with a voice Or you'll be left in pieces With no longer a choice For your fear will take over In vociferous chant To pieces you will collapse In meandering rant So when ever this word Called fear appears Don't fall to pieces Or your soul disappears http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php
The night like clouded charcoal scorched, A sea of trees with starlight torched. A night where laws are sound asleep, Anarchic prayers running deep. Alone I hear the wretched screams Of screeching trees... or so it seems. The cries protract into the air, Without a sound they disappear. The shrieks have bartered now anew With sounds of meat and boney chew Discharging from the faithless trees And snarling with my memories. But creatures' gruesome growlings drown. I smell the gunpowder and frown. The waging sounds of war advance In battle stance with gun and lance. The sounds of bleeding men enhanced, The sounds of fate and time and chance, No sooner do they cross the trees Than fade as all their voices freeze. But worse than bombshell sounds occur; The storms, the winds, the thunder stirs. The roars that shake the forest's roots, The flowers, soil, and passion fruits A rainy resonance restocks The grass the air the woods the rocks And washes with its dancing tingle All the sounds that intermingle: A dreaming forest in the night, And trapped within its fanfare fright, It chokes me in its thunder thrill And hangs me in the silence still, And hangs me in the silence still.
Raindrops are like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine Their cool aftermath cleanses me of my thoughts of fear and uncertainty about what tomorrows pain may bring They make me feel, wet with creativity drenched in my optimistic illumination. glistening raindrops, my thoughts leave paths of pleasurable distress, and hope of success which road, less traveled may be the best Forget an umbrella when these raindrops arrive, I walk outside arms open wide Ready to Receive whatever the mind storm may bring because raindrops are as my thoughts, falling down into my mind sending shivers down my spine My brain, yearns for the rain, to wash away the pain, tomorrows worry does bring One special drop could speed up life's clock to the time I can handle my own and not dwell inside my controllers home For raindrops are, like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine
A Rage Against The Storm Alas! against the storm I did bellow, you bloweth upon the wrong fellow My soul you have now so sorely tried fear, your gift has now so surely died! Nature feeds your evil blowing wrath, I curse your daring this upon my path Heaven's powers ignore your wicked deeds you the rot that eats away joy's seeds! Hark! all the destruction you have wrought, fruits of sins that man surely has bought Yet, I defy your right to so hammer me I, the strongest root of my family tree! Rage on , tear out the withered and the old This man defies you with a heart very bold! Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014
Sad Heart, now thou art wither'd from the Sun, What man, or god, will near thee run? Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp, What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp? True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears That have been meddl'd with and tatter'd Raw throughout the years And thou, cruel Mind, that sat'st still thru toiling trail of Night; Must dream your broken Dreams; thou'rt a sanely flight! Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain? —tho thy distinguish'd influence trains to abstain Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street, Devour'd by Vultures, their bestow'd beaks entreat Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....
The mirror reflects, obliquely, a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters the specks of black my beard is made of on the breeze. A daffodil hangs down its treasure and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs, shielding from the wind and rain its yellow across my face. The nose protrudes, ridiculous excrescence. A leaf half green sweeps up in circles in the whiteness all around. A weak chin, think I, of windy sighs. Squirrels crack acorns, crunching, down into a patchy neck. Very unsatisfactory remembering winter's almost famine. The trees -- appearance. Altogether so. Oh well. Quiet. Steady. Sturdy. Oh well. The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.
Sorrowful unto death (Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV) He that increases true wisdom increases grief... exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove, and to know serpent knowledge is to know, how the house of Love was divided, that sorrow is in learning, how many there are deceived of themselves…. To be harmless as a dove is to be love, to be of a serpentine jester is to pester, to pester life as a jester of strife... is to be twain in total vain. Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment… The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee, opening the sacred heart gives one options to see, the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee, tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree… the nature of life's tree eternally… To be is, to be, of the nature of life's tree, not to be, is to be, of thine own ciestrine… Selah!
Written as the words poured out after I read a lady's poem this morning on the soup. You have it all I hear it all. I read it all All the lack of life's contentment The mind goes on, and on and on Pouring out resentment Cause this is what mind's all about It's fickle and it's dull Mind can always cause one trouble But never make one whole. You're given all you need my friend To have heart filled with joy All you need is self-acceptance But your world you do destroy By wanting what you cannot have As you live for future days Or the past that's gone forever Hey lady, Lift your gaze. You were given everything The day that you was born The sun, the flowers, the birds that sing The beauty of the dawn But now you've let your mind take over So you live in misery Learn to still the thoughts, my friend And then you will be free 22 July 2014 @ 0647hrs.
Everything goes round in circles. Everything, it goes in circles So why the worry all the time? It seems to me all our impatience It really is a blessed crime Always frightened death will touch us Thinking there is but one life Fear is such a foolish action Gets us all in so much strife. In nature there is not a straight line Straight lines just exist in mind The seasons sun and moon above us Look at them and you will find That all of them go round in circles Everything goes round and round I have looked, it seems forever And this is all I've ever found. And so my friends just drop your worries Don't be foolish, live your life Without the fear, and the impatience These they cause you too much strife Life goes on, it does forever Take a look so deep within To worry, worry till forever This is such a blessed sin. 17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.
Why aren't we happy? What is it in the most of us? We are not how we should be We should be like a singing bird Who boldly, in the trees Sings his song when fear is done His life just flows along He only knows the dance of life So he just sings his song. And yet we humans live our lives Enfolded in our fears Glorifying in the sad And making this quite clear As we always speak of doom and gloom And watch it on TV And always live our lives in fear Is this the way it should be? If only each would take a look And see just what we be We never see the flowers grow Or let our hearts be free Maybe it's time to see the truth Of what this life could be If we look at life without the fear And live with mystery. 6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.
Where has dad gone, momma dear? Hush, my little lamb. Your dad's gone to the thicket dear And mad old Abraham That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god. Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see And foolishly could not deny his curiosity So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin Your father did not understand the danger he was in For then again that mad old man started hearing voices His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa? Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me Do not visit places where you know you should not be The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods
Wooden paths I seek forlorn, I miss the smell where I was born. The coolest air of blossoms bloom no longer wait for me to loom. No canopy to be my roof ~ now ashes scattered under hoof. I had to leave I couldn't stay, they took upon themselves that day: destroying what I miss the most ~ My home, now just a charcoal ghost.
. A Young Mother Rocks baby Singing happy song Love in its purity bonding Daddy slips into the arms of another woman
Sometimes I wonder, What ripped us asunder I wonder...why friends fade away, I wonder...why death is our destiny, And as we experience our final day, I wonder what will become of you and me I wonder, with eyes dilated, Why this day was to be so fated... When all I saw was you walking away Or your soul released from here... I see the suffering of Rene' Our lives are short, I wonder what ought To have been, Is there some reasoning For the the ultimate sadness Towards which we spin? I wonder if we'll ever understand What it's all about I wonder, and wonder, What was God's plan grand? I could have redone this life And accomplished so much more But now it's too late, For death approaches my door.
With blaring voice, You've stolen her life away. I think, My heart shall ne'er mend. Caused you the trees to snap, And sway. Now the softness of your voice, Scarcely causes the grass to bend.
Amassed bulging clouds Dashing enmity fusion, generously hovering In jellylike kneaded layaway Mysterious noir over Prairies quietly resting Suddenly trapped under Vicious wind's X rated Yelling zeal. CarolineCecile - 10.15.12
Yard Work I worked with stern and determined face attention on the end of the rake the fresh grass and orange leaves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small bird huddled fixed against the drain pipe, its wings tight against its body. It didn't stir. I bent closer and saw the milky film over its dark eyes. A drape of sadness was thrown callously over my morning. I buried it quickly and carefully. Time to take care to scrape away the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place deep enough to keep the dogs away and with such care as I chose the final home for this tiny thing. It may have been taken away to make room for another. While I write this, several months have passed and my throat still tightens from the memory. Sadness and loss is still with me and with me for all the birds that fall from their nests or the sky every day from now until eternity.
You scowl in anger as I turn to go, Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat; You do not understand, and cannot know The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet. The image which you have is incomplete, And so by definition soon will fall. Your views are suffocating -- obsolete -- I will not be your pretty paper doll. I will not bend my head or stoop down low To make myself a mindless slab of meat, Or let my soul be shaken to and fro To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat. Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet? I will not be your pretty paper doll. An ever-changing wind will come and blow Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street; And restless waters will forever flow, Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet; Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call. Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat -- I will not be your pretty paper doll. Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat, Have packed my essence up against a wall. Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet; I will not be your pretty paper doll.
The ladder backed pecker, like a prison uniform. Caught-up in exposing the truth beneath the bark, of the poet's apple tree. We prefer ourself in spring; with tiny little flowers, and the fruit of possibility. Yet, if not for the woodpecker, tapping holes into poems, we might not ever see the flesh and blood of raw meat. I will climb that ladder back, escape pre-decreed standards. Tap into that syrupy mixture and suck-out truth from hard wood. Yes, lessons from a jail bird. A pest in the Avian Kingdom. Wisdom from the little rebel, beat-out of a tree.
To The Sea Sea, I look to you For answers To the questions that swirl like your currents in my mind Are you as unfathomable as my heart? Do your swells exceed the passions rising within me? Does your churning and pounding match the rhythm of my pulse? Is your water as cold as the loneliness here? Does the salt you contain taste the same as my tears? Does your thunderous crashing on rocks at the shore Equal the tempest that rages in my soul? Do you harbor secrets in your depths as I do? Are you roiling below the surface with anticipation? Do you long for a visitor to break the horizon... As I long for my Love? Does the wail that rises from your hollow reefs Blend with the plaintive cry from my lips? Can the overture played on your delicate shells Drown out the sound of my siren song? Sea, I have loved you, Sea, I have known you... We feel the same, we sound the same We give the same, we take the same We are one And the same You and I, Your mournful soulmate © Copyright Donna Golden July 10, 1999
If I were a word, I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen... If I were a poem, The young one would have penned me... If I needed to show my heart, I guess I would be me, If I were to lay down wisdom, I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya But, I wouldn't be me.... If I awoke in the middle of the night, Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,.... I would be Tom Bell again,.... In desperate need of a friend... If I have offended, I will volunteer To cut off the offensive part... If someone will remember me... Somewhere down the road... If I can create a smile, or a wondrous thought, I will have exceeded my aspirations As a person, though never quite a farah chammah, I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink... I will pray for my fellow man, Regardless of what others may think.... One life to live? Nonsense, the Hindus got it right, The cycle is repeated, Until we see the light... Yet the light is here at Soup, It shines so bright that it could blind, But blind most of us are, We keep a closed up mind... Lives end, lives begin... They are virtually the same... God kisses each of us, And grants us a special name... But time is oblivious to all this, It has it's own agenda, And we are powerless to influence it, There are higher powers we'll never understand... But the power of our words lives on... That power will never end.
The open sea Seems endless In every direction for me The last accompanying sail Gone over the edge, The tip of the mast A sight I found a comfort Is now a thing of the past All alone on a world With no end Sailing alone With a heart to mend No ocean liner Or luxury yacht for me A simple boat On this useless sea If I make Some distant shore To sail once again A desire I will have no more
Tender torrent, week long moment while the skies fill dark and crimson Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening while my heart trips over itself Call the whisper, brother, sister sweep the sky with your liquid eyes Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops waiting for thunder to stomp the air Birds stop singing, ears are ringing as the clomping rain pools up Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil while the wind lets loose her breath Run for cover, father, mother beg the sky to lift you high If you listen, brother, sister you will hear the sound of death.
Darkness falls all around thee All around me the midnight comes Rolling in with swiftness and greed Consuming me completely and to the fullest I welcome the cold and silence Inside I toss and turn Burning, yearning,withering I find peace in the darkness Darkness finds peace in me
Like a tsunami from the ocean I want to churn everything, inside out But rue the fact that, Like a bubble in the air Have to be content with only Being fidgety inside myself. When the rocks try to stop The natural flow of river, downwards Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, Breaking its head on the rocks, I can feel its squirming and quibbling But can remain only a mute spectator. Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form My heart seethes and fumes My blood Inside tends to boil over Only to become cold again, why? Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate, Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually? Unable to do much about oppressive relations, I pine away with my grief Only wishing I could also free myself And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts And enjoy the happiness and freedom endowed by nature, in relations. But looking at nature's infinite vastness, where Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit All relationships out there enjoy Innate freedom, harmony and fairness Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper. Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike The change, which would destroy the current forms of oppressions and build relationships, free and fair, anew seems to be a far cry, as of now. the volcanoes are also destined to remain dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt. Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'
Mankind's greatest accomplishment... is death.
(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey* Queen Bee sits on throne, Bumble and drone bees as one Sample flowers dew ------------------------ (Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation* Indeed this is how the story unfolds, Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"... Love had taught a sad lesson; Divorce court was now in session, Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes... ---------------------------- (Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee* Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers".... "Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"! Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)
Our planet Earth If one took the human form And drained it thoroughly Took all the minerals and Oils Well what then would he, be? He would be dead, I tell you this And yet our planet Earth With each new day that comes along They drain her of her worth. But don't they know, these human fools Without these things she needs She suffers through a million ills She's just like you and me And too soon she's going to die And why will this be so Because we've slowly strangled her And taken all her glow. How shortsighted is mankind Why can't he see at all That everything is really one And he is but a fool Slowly committing suicide Oh what a shame this be If he slowed down a tiny bit Earths beauty he would see. 25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.
Like sick allergies, Boredom can be passed around I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE Like a horrid storm, Boredom can catch you off guard Hold on for DEAR LIFE! Like the whooping cough, Boredom can be serious If I were you, I'd Get a vaccination !
Emptiness Prevails, Forever Rules. We, between, Exist, Die.
You've maddened me to the core You singed me with your ferocious fire We're opposites… we'll never integrate We can't blend with each other… Your love and I'm hate We're contrary to each other… So don't even think about Getting us back together Because without a doubt, We don't click with each other… So let us go our own way… Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be deleted from my mind… I'm not the one that should pay the price You act as if you're an angel from heaven But, you're a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice? Could someone unchain me from this prison? So let us prepare for that day… Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds Taking over us…we're wasting valuable time Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind I'm regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime You think you're innocent? I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you Do you live to feed me anguish? Don't deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue Let's get ready for battle… I'll watch you decay… IT'S PAY BACK TIME . . . Taste my fury and my agony Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to be defeated… I scream before nightfall I close my eyes to kiss my demise I want to disappear Scratch away my desolation Wipe away my tears… Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall Tonight, there will be dismay There will be suffering After sundown… Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky Who will earn the crown? No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye Why are we black and white? Are you too afraid to know the reason why? Everything's black and white You love to torture me with your deceptive devices We're playing this chess match – let's fight! Tonight, you're going to pay the prices You're going to suffer alone…
Dancing with the trees. Like the silence of the bush be I So wonderful I feel Within the depth of mystic river Comes a space that is so still I see it all, and all of me In the dancing of the trees The way they wave so gracefully As they float upon the breeze. I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am' In the power of the silence All arrogance it dissipates And so do shades of violence As they flow away on the painted river On it's way to the mighty ocean The only thing that takes their place Is love and sweet devotion. A Parrot lands upon a branch All orange, blue, and green As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun As it shines upon his sheen And make the colours come to life And I feel that power in me the power of the all that is With all it's energy. 25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.
RIPAE BENI DEAU VER In modus fasciculumque Brady pus. Rogationes, confractum egemus. Minara excommunica Ripa nostra, sus amica, Sic superbum precum, pape beatus. Story: http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. www.jesus.si
nature's wrath in the wind forgiveness
Living my dream I had one dream when I was young To go to another land In life I wasn't satisfied I wanted something grand Lions, tigers. Kangaroos And all those wild, wild beasts Africa, South America Or Australia at least. Possessive Mother was my curse How could I get away? Every time I mentioned it She had so much to say And made me feel so guilty Really cramped my style And then one day there came along Something to make me smile I'd just turned my nineteenth year When this great girl came along She hailed from West Australia And filled my heart with song So we got married, had some kids And here we are in Oz Been here for half a century And I came here all because It was my fate to find this girl She was my destiny There's be a whisper in the skies That knows how things will be It takes one's soul, and leads it on So growth, it might occur And I know that west Australia My heart, it sure does stir. 4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.
Riches Rampant beneath The surface, a body Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea Bounty. Goodness That is needed By the masses, a gift, Yet used for self gain carelessly A rift. By those Who pursue greed Seeking gains and power Without the checks and balance of Nature. We see The ugly truth Over the globe, high bill Of disasters and waste so crude Oil Spills. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 06.29.10 For the Team Poetry Soup contest.
The storm The sky above was filled right up With big, black, monstrous clouds The thunder hit the blackened skies His voice so very loud Forked all across the morning skies Fiery fingers streak on out Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong And rain is all about Oh how that rain came teeming down Just like it's on a mission To wash away the whole damned earth As with her quiet precision Mother Nature puts the pressure on To warn us human souls Of the damage she could do With the power in her role The rain, It pours down onto me But I don't feel a thing I'm covered by my wetland gear And my heart begins to sing For me, I love these thunder storms With all their mighty power Though some on seeing all this drama Would hide away and cower. 17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
The remnants of my breakfast resemble the remnants of my nocturnal glowing chimera. The yellow streaks left by the bulls eye (sunny-side up) were like the broken moonbeams that spilled through my trembling fingers over my face, forcing me to confront my insomnia, my nightmares. I wake up and stare at the moon. Corpulent and cavernous, a trap door in that aerial abyss with its pale yellow that sucks out colours from every object it touches with the steady consistency of a recurring hallucination. Mesmerizing, maddening Sole witness to my dreary ramblings. - Jeena Mary Chacko (May 29, 2011)
Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant. Anticipation of performance consumes your thoughts, one, two, three and the spot light shifts. The wait of everyone's eyes seem to mushroom on your approach, and the most minute sounds become ever so present. Hoping your body will remember, you take your last gasp of air, all you can do at this point is pray for something respectable. As your eyes ascend and gaze down the fairway you exhale, for this time you have escaped. Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant.
Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides. Anxious, we are left to ride the waves on fragile barques bereft of sails. Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves and baling wire) float up the sides of great sea-risers, like defiant snails awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses collective holds on congealed excuses and in salt solution we dissolve. To silver fishes we soon devolve while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs, fade from mind like boats from wharfs. And when to darker depths we dive, will fishes miss us? Shall we survive apart from sky, from air, from dry? When at last we gasp and die will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?
Life's sweet mystery I just got out of Hospital I'm so glad free, I be I hate to be without my freedom I lust, to just be free And yet, I learned a thing or two As I lay within that bed A hundred things came to me And gathered in my head. I was subjected there by boredom It picked and pecked at me It really, really drove me crazy Then I began to see Countless miles of empty space And all of it is me I heard the silence notice me And learned my soul to see. Then gone was all this boredom When it came back some more The silence whitewashed over it With the power of its roar As the mystery of those happy trees They gave their hearts to me All boredom was transcended then By life's sweet mystery. 9 April 2014 @ 0904hrs.
There's some honey, so you can take they said There's some sugar, you might enjoy they say But then you might not enjoy it by the end. Within the sweetness of the word, There's the sweetness of the soul But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn't a foul Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don't do now. There's the sweetness that rests upon this body, The sweetness streaming by the currents, Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways, Just cascading into another future But then while forming now the present to the future. This transformation brings great changes with it, And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind Creates a mess, a honed mess But now the dandelion is dying. Who would take care of the dandelion? The now sweet dandelion, That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness, Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun. Anna~
Our trip W e went up to Exmouth, it took us five days I nto hot furnace winds, the days were ablaze N o relief was in sight for north we were bound T here it is so rare that cool weather be found E veryone goes there, cause fish can be caught R eports of good fishing make these places sought. 26 August 2013 @ 1203hrs.
As the river flows As the river flows So surely to the sea It's power be a wondrous sight As it roams the land so free The path of no resistance Is how she lives each day I will learn from this old river I need to live this way. As the river flows She takes all in her stride Not dogged by expectations Not held back by her pride She flows into the ocean She knows this be her home She has no need to hurry She's just content to roam. Oh, I'll be like that river That's how I'll live my life All free from fear and worry Until my time is rife To join that mighty ocean All filled with sweet devotion. As the river flows And things get in her way She knows to never struggle Just flows from day to day And lets the power take her To where she needs to go Her softness melts all obstacles Albeit, oh so slow.
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
Storms above me, storms below, Storms of violence, Storms of sadness, Storms of anger Storms of people laughing, mocking my existence Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights of hope and friendship echoes Through the storms The storms surround me night and day No land sight Poseidon's rage is all I see No mercy found, twix't night and day But for the brief repast The gift night brings To weather the storms I travel unseen, unheard Past those who give the storm its powers To the places in my dreams Where night and day are side by side And Wolves gather below the moons Midday and night, to sing Their songs of peace Of legends from long ago Of loyalty to their pack And the fight to survive. To weather the storms I look to the wolves As a cub, to the mother The strong live to be the hunters Whilst the weak become the prey The storm takes all Partial to none it hunts One by one, boat by boat, all fall to the storm Human, Animal, Angel, Demon, the storm resides in us all waiting to take hold to drag us to its depths when hope is gone darkness rules until the Light is found hope is gone
Message to Earths destroyers. Have you ever really looked? You guys with all the money At what you're doing to our Earth To me it's not so funny Our god who lives there in the sky Created all this Splendor Cannot you see the beauty there? Oh, please treat it more tender. I know that wealth is dear to you But really, can't you see? How foolish are these acts you do There is beauty in each tree The oceans are so beautiful And so the barrier reef Yet all the beauty on this Earth You you treat it like a thief. A dead planet is no good to you What good is all your wealth? When the Earth has no more oxygen No food to give it health When there's no beauty on his earth Your soul it will just die They'll be nowhere for you to go You, Heaven will deny. 27 September 2014.
(African human populations are being killed off by war, famine, disease, and neglect...much like many rare other species...when will we pay attention and try to help them?) Time, stretching out, encompasses curtains, on distant savannas, of shimmering heat. And animals vanish: ibex and antelope; elephant; grouse. Here once, now going or gone. And time vanishes now. Animals gone, one has no focus. Moldering greenery, mute, moves mainly in wind -- pliant life, submitting to breezes, passive in sun. Rooted in spots not chosen or won. Plants do not vanish. They prosper. We do not prosper. We vanish, as animal, and go hardly noticed. A dirge, as animals vanish. We vanish unnoticed.
Still, chimney birds emerge, cobweb-coated, darkly blithe -- to skim the sky's inverted bowls of purple porcelain and to utter their gray-tinged raucous cries at evening: a reprimand...and sorrow...
Through the lonely woods, I may head, Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread, At the secluded horizon, I may stare, And only you, I may see, In those symphonies of silence, In those melodies of calmness, In those euphonies of quietness. By the silent lake, I may lay, Till the twilight fades, I may stay, Then in reclusive silence, I may walk, And only to you, I may talk, Through those toungueless emotions, Through those wordless attachments, Through those voiceless sentiments. In the lone meadow, I may wander, Along the untrodden paths, I may waver, In companionless seclusion, I may hide, And only in you, I may find, The depths of oneness, The bonds of togetherness, The cozy feel of coalescence. In the wilderness of emotions, I may die, At the merciless daggering, I may sigh, Through a million wounds, I may bleed, And only in you, I may seek, The balm of love, The warmth of affection, The heal of inseparability.
We have hurled to heaven a polished, golden disk inscribed with symbols of our race. And, night and day, we beam a stream of radio waves to space. We broadcast, in wide spectrum, diffuse and scattered signals from here to where(?). We also listen, long and hard, for whatever we may hear. In our attempts to span the void, what should we say to humanoid or other minds that we might find? Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock? Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed and denser now than densest stone? Of light that's darker far than any depth of night; of pulse; of tone? Shall we speak of hair, and air? Of hints? Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents? Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs? Of hanging plant or swaying palm? Shall we touch upon the calm of thin, free ions strewn through much of soupy space? Shall we chat of heat and ice; of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash; of mean and nice -- of atom, or of Eve? Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers? Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours? Of nothing? Of zero and of hero? Of evil and of good? Shall we talk of hate and haste; of love; of taste -- below; above; around? Of iron and of wood? Or should we stick to lectures on celestial navigation and our tools? Can we talk? May we sing? Will our phones ever ring providing good connections, bringing news that, pretensions all aside, we're not the universe's only singular and lonely fools.
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"'Cause when your back's against the wall That's when you show no fear at all And when you're running out of time That's when you hitch your star to mine We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by" ~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~ ------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one
You have your North side ducks, And you have your south side ducks. Neither the twain shall meet. For each one had his nose in the air. They simply would not do the greet. So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond. Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let's call it 'Stomp The Pond' Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat. So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete. But she couldn't cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way. Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day. But you know, there's always one strange duck, and that's the one who built a bridge. Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id. My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be… The world works better when brought together… By the builders of a bridge.
Another Old Piece of Writing. I was 18 when I wrote this one Too many thoughts, I see Frustration inspired writer's block, Eyes red and pulse racing A word is heard, my mind locks, Pencil tapping and imagination free I am evil, I feed on hate, My original nature is calling me To fight it now is much too late, My name is fear, eyes are dark Anger flows through me like a flood, My hand begins to write it away As I glide through seas of bad blood, I push out innocence and embrace loathing My nightmares copy my breathing, Verse after verse is brilliantly written My creativity thrives, my soul is bleeding, For a moment my nature is free Briefly my darkness causes fear, the trembling hand finishes the verse Reminding me of goals I am near, As anger becomes restrained again The finished piece deserves fame, For to be the best, I release the real me Thus, anger and creativity are exactly the same
Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew; The flow'ry host to colour fields and furrows, And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth, Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew— While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows The gleams of light will melt the winter strains Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth. The corporate sting of greedful revenue, Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows The eagle has no pow'r to save her eggs, Tall forests fall and crush the robin's hue When flow'ry petals change to black on yellow— The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs
I feel as though time is slipping away, And more is gone each passing day…
A day in the country I went to the country To see my Bro's Land I saw he had worked hard His land looked so grand For a second this envy It tapped on my soul But then I looked deeper Saw things as a whole! I looked at his features All the lines on his face Not character lines Those lines that add grace Just sad saggy lines From worry and stress There was naught in his manner That read happiness. I'm a loser to his type I have no ambition I live for today He lives for his mission But I have a smile And a generous heart While he, how I see him Is a grumpy old fart. 10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs
Her eye's are prosecuted to see, A darkened soul, now lingers, into anger and rage, against, this machined body, that exhausts my mind, with no way to return, It's existence, has been, captivated and buried, deep beneath, The floors, of burning tar, I cry hopelessly down, A rivered waterfall where they seep in A black hole wash, knowing that her reality, of it all has become her reaper, as she SNAPPS, back through to the hot seat, that roars inside her, The battle continues to race, these walls, I burn, in determination to heavens gate, Ashes-to- ashes;Dust-to-dust, I'm asking my ALMIGHTY'S forgiveness, to let me come home, cause there's NO ICE-WATER here, at HELL'S PRISON, for I am thirsty....To love again, as GOD'S apostle.......
This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill
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Caught the scent of the earth divine The clouds are here, could sense the rain Mind succumbs to the heart of love Its time to rejoice, no matter how! Listen to the trees smile and scream The rustle of the leaves makes the surrounds gleam The drops from the heaven make the earth come alive The birds fly home, the kids jump and dive The winds scare away the thundering clouds The clouds run for cover, comes out the sun proud The drops disappear as steam, makes the earth frown The sky looks dry, the spirits go deep down
Return to heavy, layered clothes Purple lips and frozen toes One last breath before it snows Loathsome precipitation The land now strewn with slippery patches Bye the wood stove, extra matches Time to batten down the hatches Human hibernation The months meander, oh so slow The cold impedes the rivers flow The flowers weep, and wait to grow I should be on vacation There is some good, I do suppose Snow topped trees in splendid rows And all mosquitoes surely froze Yet I'm filled with anticipation For summer reveals my sunny side I rub my eyes and step outside To walk bare foot through turning tide Still six more months of frustration
Beyond the safety of the trees In heaven's realm of azure seas Relying on the lifting breeze Defying earth's unwelcome hold Serenely soaring as they please. A feathered freedom calls to me Neath humbling burdens of a bee Despite the heart of one who's free Before I'm crushed beneath the strain Escape, I must, this droning bane Emerging bravely from my hive Swept up, my flight I will obtain. (For the Birds and the Bees contest) I wrote this while trapped in the car pick up lane today, where I felt a bit too much like a drone bee!
Turn On Your Light. Turn on your light Turn on your light Light the velvet softness of your night You might have felt that breath of sweetest power In that silver moon That paints the twilight hours Have you ever felt that mystic pull That takes you from the smallest flower To melt into the all. I sometimes stand there staring at the sea As each wave reaches out to destiny To fade and then to come back So another wave might form To be destroyed Then to be reborn…. Turn on your light Pass no judgment, who's to say what's right? No need for this when light is shining bright Have you felt such magic Have you felt that pull It's something that must happen to each fool He must learn how to melt into The silence of the all. The secrets they be wrote within your soul Seek them out and let them make you whole Each flower it must bloom then die So know your precious I Must be destroyed To be reborn…
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!"
Don't wanna fall Don't wanna feel this way anymore And don't wanna see any disaster ´cause it eats my insides. Everything is climbing by the walls, I built a while ago And I am not safe, not anymore Everything is crumbling and nothing is like it should be I need a sparkle of hope in my way A little candle held in the numb night of my heart So I can get to see hope between this entire storm. So from the storm's eye where everything is calm, I can get to find a little hope, within this devastation and misery, I don't know if I should stay or should I go. If I stay in this storm awaiting for a calm that might never come, awaiting for the rain in the middle of the fire, where I keep on fighting and there don't seem an end this winds. the walls have crumbled away, now how can I cover myself? If I go, well, what else is there other than this endless fight? what am I gonna find at the end of that tunnel? should I finish with this fight now? without the knowledge of where does everything goes. Should I fall within the petals of the pavot, or should I keep on fighting for what I believe, although I'm tiered, although I don't know what I want anymore. ~Anna
The Black butterfly waves away her adorations All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face So she is now, the covet of the damned Programmed to every victim's pain Carrying the weight of every sorrow Drowning in wrongs she does not know But paradise is at loss; she must go Nature sighs after the bite All my hopes fading Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes How do you know exactly what I'm feeling? I'm just the ghost flower passing by And you can hear nature's sigh
Not the material guy I'm not the material guy Ambitions were never for I I'm always the one That gets noting done I'm a dreamer, I cannot deny. My mind it is not very clever My heart is as light as a feather My manner is free Like a bird in a tree And I never will worry, not ever Just like a river I'll flow And always my heart it will glow I won't push the river So life does deliver A feeling that each day does grow Until the day that I die I won't let a day pass me by Without looking at me At within, what I be As always I'll ask 'Who am I?' 18 September 2013 @1800hrs.
CHERRY RED think a berry pie poor fruit fallen from a tree foot sole cherry red
Summers end It's here at last There's just two days to go The summer days are fading fast With all the sun's fierce glow The rains we hope will be here soon We haven't had rain for months The heat is getting people down It's giving them the grumps. It will be nice to see green grass As the rain begins to fall And burnt shrubs their full strength regain As the weather grows more, cool I really love the summer season But I'm so glad when it's gone If only for one single reason That heat goes on and on!!! 10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.
LIFE'S REASON? Where do we figure in the universal scheme of things? this unanswered question is likely to so remain we could be so insignificant, our egos would suffer pain maybe we are caretakers, to preserve beauty in our domain?, or no role at all may be our lot, along with other Earthly beings. Does it really matter?...... we're here and that's a fact it's a wonderful world to enjoy, within life's short span whatever our role, if any, life's great if we can so make it given reasonably good health, and strength enough to act. To stay healthy is our main concern, and that of medical science great strides in recent decades they've made, keeping us ahead of viruses and other microorganisms,with aims we all do dread their speedy mutations a constant threat, boffins combat in defiance. It would seem that life wasn't meant to be one smooth breeze, there had to be adversaries to beat, just as in epic tales of old, perhaps, when reaching our destinations, we will all be told, 'drink from the Holy Grail my friends, put on your Golden Fleece" hicky.
The Escape. Two field mice took a walk one day Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways They thought they'd stop and rest a while For home was further on some miles. Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure As the cat purred loudly to see the mice And thought "a meal it would be nice!" Their whiskers quivered nervously As, our two mice made haste to flee So off they scampered for their lives As old Tom cat for them did strive That old cat looked he, high and low And where they were he didn't know As the two they trembled neath a bush They could almost touch that mean old puss. Then Tom gave up and skulked away And the two mice lived another day And their lungs filled up with gratitude They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude. Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003
With women the heart argues, not the mind. MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope 1. The stand of old growth Melalucas, graces the lowlands of our farm. For over fifty years, accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands. "With selective clearing," my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow. More grazing for the cows and less hay we'd need to buy in Winter." Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies. My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments. 2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day of the New Year. They cut a long swathe but on the dam are left a large row, marked by me, for sanctuary. They cast reflections on the still water. 3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps. Prophetically, the car of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears. "You must know, these are protected trees." He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a 'cease and desist.' His scowling looks are an indictment. 4. For months the operation was on hold and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing. Flocks of water-birds occupied the flats, nesting on the islands formed by the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded, an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees had once stood. A network of roots underground had signaled a catastrophe. New nodes erupted along all the root-ways. Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land. "Give us back to time," they said , but the un-relenting slasher leveled them again, so grass could grow. 5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking. The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones. The hoary frosts have come. The envelope containing the D P I's decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows. From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas. They graze on the new growth pasture. I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood. The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me. Suzanne Delaney For Giorgio's Impress Me Competition. Category: Nature
On a silent night In a kingdom by the sea Bright moon and star On dark mindnight sky Shine silently above Mermaid's loud cry Shallow tears lay Into depths of hearts Who seek paradise In a kingdom by the sea Where daylight doesn't reach Their eyes won't see You won't find peace There's no heaven for thee No sunrise would you witness Nor sweet Annabel Lee In a kingdom by the sea Whoever you may be No soul breaks free From sweet Annabel Lee Whatever drowns remains In a kingdom by the sea
My eyes tear up As the frigid wind blows encrusting my cheeks and my snotcicle nose Hands in my pockets Strait legged jaunt Skin touching pant leg Is not what I want Each morning like night time The sun must be stuck I curse at the climate As I pre start my truck My neck hairs all dancing To chattering molars I understand winter But this crap is polar
The God of Love. I watch the world, my heart cries out "Oh Lord what be they doing? They crush the rose with jackboot feet As karma be accruing As people fall like autumn leaves As the old earth sucks them in As they're blown to bits or slowly starved Through all of wars grim din. And no one sees the flowers grow Or hears the sweet bird song Or gazes at the clear blue sky Or feels that they belong as the whisper deep within them speaks And tells of peace on Earth No one seeks that golden flower Or knows just what life's worth. And does the God of love look down Through all of powers noise? As he watches all those people die Is there any other choice? And does he know this carnage Be done in his good name? Does it make him very, very sad To watch our human games? 2002
Find me in the surge of the seas Find me in the stillness of the lake Find me in the flow of the river find me in every cloud shape Find in me the power to shape a stone Find in me the relief of parched throats Find me in the sorrow of a tear Find me in the hiss of a doused fire Find me frozen in a huge glacier Find me in the dewdrop of a flower Find me swirling in a hot cup of tea Find me in IV Find me happiest when I come down as rain For I am pure then sanctified by the heavens Each day you see me touch me but do you feel my pain? You, use me abuse me, dam me, pollute me, leave me…. For you know I'll come back as rain again. Afroze Motif: Nature
Climbing, clawing, teeth grinding, gnawing bitter seething while breathing rotten air The path hair raising, amazing and a bit dazing trees shaking and quaking as if making a dare Leaves crunching and bunching underneath each footstep I'm creeping with each move to sneak out of there! Wind swirling and hurling particles of debris it keeps howling, scooping and swooping as I head toward my lair Sudden silence emerges. There arises a calm at the end of the thicket. It's Wonderful and inviting with silent moonbeams glow as I stare.
Overhearing her shriek At the trees, he Keeps gardening, whispering Soothing sounds to the soil for andrea's acrostic contest 8/27/13
The same deadly story unfolds Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi Bombs rip apart our souls When will stop this atrocity They come in the form of Demons Kill in the name of God Nature created species and humans Why Humans created God? Bloated egos fill some minds Hatred makes the world go blind We are all born to die This is not the way, we cry Swear in the name of dead To slay in the name of God Dangerous game triggered by man The same God will destroy man
Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue; Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies; Winds, the winds bemoan their loss of reins and calm control; Shades, the shades appear suffused, alone in lurid haze; Trees, the trees enshroud the eyes of misty brooding woods; Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, falling one by one; Birds, the birds intone a tune, a mourning monody; Grass, the grass surrenders blades, impaled in truant winds; Fields, the fields imbibe and quaff to quench an arid thirst; Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom; Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores; Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue
Laps up cool water Lifts up head Get off the toilet!
It's a crying shame In the midnight hour I stroll along this shore A silence comes on over me I've felt this thing before It's a kind of joining up with God Whatever that might be In the midnight hour so all alone with me. So early in the morning Before the dark has gone I stroll along these wetland trails My heart all filled with song I hear the birds who come alive Sing their prayers for the day In the early morn, the whole world seems okay It's a crying shame That the silence has to go Amidst the noise of the market place What happens to that glow That come when folk are not around Oh, it's a crying shame It might be that it's only me to blame. I walk amidst the market place With all the noise it makes The gossip and the judgements come It's noise for it's own sake As I try to find the silence Of the morning and the night I am searching for that source of all delight.
Land of wave-like verse churning love into a gum-like consistency tasting of nicotine and nectar. Steeped in tears and magic Metaphor for silver or nubility immortality and abundance Hiding your yawning emptiness Behind ballads and psychosis Airless craters turn to allegories for love consumed or unrequited Lost or gained suddenly like a surprised sliver of a plum inside a boarding house Sunday cake And a certain cliché for timeless allure.
The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem Im not sure that i really understand What do you want from me, Is it me? What do i do, Do I need to take your hand? Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?, Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand. What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you? Are they prophecy, are they the glue to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?
I'm the only one That hasn't been taken to Be a lab monkey However, I've learned That loneliness can be a Cage of its own kind 8/27/11 Received 5th place in "Natural and Beyond" Contest
3. Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace, The winter grips the land and holds it immobile, The cat upon its mouse. Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness, A white leaden mantle Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air The twilight days light a world now comatose, Drawn in against the cold and huddled like Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength, Lying stretched half slain across the firmament Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas, Waiting. Those two in their little house circle 'round as well, Moving without purpose through the events of their lives As the cold outside seeps into the rooms Invading their thoughts To make them tremble Shaken in the blindness of their desperation, And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth, Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom, Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence And worn their hearts weary with cares, And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened, Filling with the poison of despair. Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes, Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost; They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain That knows no cure. Long the time he just looks at her, This life that chose to be with him always, And he sees that Whatever The hurt that came between, He cannot bear that she leave him Condemned to go on without her, Alone. Her thoughts for him are much the same, Though she says it not. Yet when at last he reaches out across the table And takes her hand in his, She looks up, and for one long moment They two become the lone human pair In all of space and time, And in one another's moist crystalline gaze They read a deep sweet tale In a language without words. Something melts, And something breaks In that moment when she gently folds Her delicate fingers over his, Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile Spreading irresistable over her face. Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night, Ice cracks And waters run clear beneath the snow.
Why so much death and destruction? Why the pain in our human race? Why must we hear of these disasters, that on our earth are taking place? This is dedicated to all of those who live in Haiti and to the families of those who were lost in the tragic earthquake over there!
My only companions are my dreams my only friends Who call out for me their voices a melody for me to fallow save me my friends from this Dark World Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark and when make love to the dark embracing it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists To speak a truth one does not want to hear And still make them hear tote truth Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits Those elusive things some call souls Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them I feel the hands brush against my skin As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER ,and from the masters I learn lore and flight for though I have no wings still I fly with them Trees teach of patience And the earth's presence and how to care her Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots As my branches wither Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart, it's betrayals, loves, comforts how to guard the heart, and still feel for they know best, its mysterious ways Whilst my heart, mind and body scream Scream for release from this reality To dreams and the worlds found through their doorways Call out to me my friends save me from those who ridicule me who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel I know not how long I have left For my blood screams for vengeance To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies where none but you can reach me SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!! I long for your embrace your fiery breath the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine the pack running singing the songs that change me to your likeness the sleep where my heart lies in your hands as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom and the peace you bring me please come open the doorway to the forests and the fire moors save me my friends this is also a personification
The Woman Named Fire The eternal woman named Fire Eternal but not immortal Her life remains a fragile gift Given by God yet owned by man Her brightness fills the dark sky Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between Her skin evokes romance and fear The pit is her prison Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight She is held captive by remaining embers Her fingers reach to the skies Grabbing the air as it rushes up Hoping to be pulled away from her torture Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke Parts of her soul being ripped away Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights The more she fights The more of herself is ripped away But with all the pain All the torture she never gives up In the end her spirit is wasted Destroyed by her efforts Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke Her hopes are the last few burning embers But alas the woman named Fire is dead And nothing remains
Crouching beneath the oak tree, The calico cat waits. A happy squirrel frolics above. Then, the predator springs into action. Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree. Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise. Prayerfully remembering God above. Embracing Mother Earth. Watching butterflies in action – Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate. God's bountiful blessings flood my heart. Fragrance springs thoughts to the past. Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings – Then, come recollections. Reality never waits for happiness. Dreading the predator. Joy flees like a squirrel escaping. My soul, crouching, cries. © March 15, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
I travelled into my thoughts To somewhere I've never been The horrors that awaited me Took me to our human extreme I cried when I looked through The windows of our past And marvelled at what she gave us I was left in total aghast In the year two thousand and six Seven hundred and eighty four That graced the lands we borrow Were shown the extinction door The Tasmanian Devil never nasty To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land The Dodo so strange a bird Were in natures future plans Twenty eleven now awaits us Whilst us humans continually strive Nine hundred and five is now the total That will never be found alive Us humans, before we go to sleep Their falling of the edge of the world But hey! we'll never change We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION ~JSLambert © 2011 JSL
The wood is piled my emotions riled Sweet expectations settle in my soul Sweat dappled brows my emotions drowse sudden conclusions fill in the hole of my heart. The fire started in the pit warming ourselves in it's globe and there we sit like two lost elves waiting to disrobe Take your time, Love The perfect man does exist. rlm '09
I felled my day and lumbered my night So we bowed to the gale that was breaking Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking How it paled my maiden rounded high So we bowed to the gale that was breaking I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh Yet she thirteen times left my quarters How it paled my maiden rounded high Godly captains of gold and glory fevers I saddled less and gave a humbled homage Yet she thirteen times left my quarters For I was a man like any of them of age Bereft of worship and less kindled known I saddled less and gave a humbled homage Riot then my night and steal my crown I felled my day and lumbered my night Bereft of worship and less kindled known Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light
You think you've gone just far enough, I could smile knowing you've gone far enough that you can't go back again You think you were careful but, I've caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form You think you can find a way into my good graces I've seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume You can't deceive me anymore and, I don't consort with serpents You think I'm a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win Don't underestimate me You think I'm a joke but, trust me you won't be laughing You think I'm just talking myself up but, trust me, you're the ones going down My eyes took too long to adjust Better late than never It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet Then I thought about the mess it would make I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own I was not weak, but I had a weakness A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care No longer Now my heart is a stone so heavy I could kill at least two birds at once Being the nice guy is a thing of the past Thanks for freeing me of that softness You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things When really I had just been swallowing razor blades Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong Can you feel my darkness coming, because it's eager to hold you If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run Your gonna be the one with tired feet I'm not sad anymore Just sick with the plague of your lies Contagious, and I'm looking for someone to kiss Even angels can make themselves wicked When we do, we take no prisoners Still think I'm a game This one is just beginning
My tongue has no more blood; no tissue to slide through my teeth. I have bitten my tongue so long my message deflates beneath. © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
There's a bombastous zephyr blowing outside Swinging the street signs from side to side; Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust, I'm inhaling more dirt with every big gust; My eyelids are caked with soil and grime, Forcing my sideways time after time; When will this bombastous zephyr subside, Cause it's getting tougher with every stride; The wind is blowing my hair in my face, But I plunge on forward with awkward grace; The treetops are bending with ever big blast, As I wonder silently how long it can last; I feel like Dorothy in the tornado's clutch, This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much! ~For Paula Swanson's Contest~
The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head, Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red; An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below; As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow; The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay, And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away; The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break, It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake; The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath, Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.
northern white clouds rise each morning, any weather-- sky of morning smog *For strict Haiku contest
The rain fell down fiercely today. Washed the trees and washed the birds, the cars that slowly passed by, And washed the red roofs of houses in town. It just couldn't wash away this sorrow, this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone. My lips move but what do they say? not a word from what runs within. And I always hoped that like salt the rain would melt it all away, releasing the heavy lid upon my chest. A naive expectation, A silly childish mistake. For I will die misunderstood, I'll surely die being betrayed, No doubt I'll die trying to mend my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.
THE THRONE In days gone by, as I recall my youth, some memories at best I find uncouth, and I'd as soon my mind forget although it surely hasn't yet, this greatest fact of life and bit of truth; there set a one room shanty old and gray, with just a path that led out to its' way just opening the only door was something of a minor chore, and once inside, the door it will not stay! There was a catalog with pages tore and on the seat, two holes with edges wore, and why, I wondered, there were two, when only one would surely do; but I've not figured out what two were for. The cracks between the boards let in the sun to think upon until your job is done, and solving lifes' complexities is best done here, where no one sees, and once inside, it's closed to everyone. The greatest fun was in the dead of night when winter's set in to its' freezing bite, the snow it falls, the wind it howls and excavation of the bowels is best done in the day, to do it right. No one has ever sat upon this throne not contemplating all the things they've known, and there should be a monument to show the world where people went to get relief, or just to be alone!
Sunny and clear with no chance of rain, That's what the weatherman said. Warm and breezy, a perfect day, To get up and get out of bed. Why stay inside on such a glorious day? Think I'll take a walk, get some fresh air. Better yet I'll go fly a kite or ride a bike, Grab a friend and a picnic to share. Uh oh! What's this? Are those clouds I see? They don't look very friendly at all. "What happened to no chance of rain", I ask as the drops begin to fall. In an instant my bright sunny day, Turned into an angry downpour. My plans were all ruined, putting me in a funk. Now, I guess I'll stay in and do chores. 9/23/12 For Joy Wellington's "Weather Forecast" contest
Rain pours with a blast The mad symphony deafens Lend me your hug shield
You can hold it in your hand, usually.
Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun There once was a Prophetic Son With a Mother of Wisdom The Matriach of Sublime She shows the way in time There's a locked cage in my heart And it's tearing me apart Sophia you hold The Key Why don't you open if for me Beyond The Sun A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun) Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun) Beyond The Sun A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun) Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun) There's a locked cage in my heart And it's tearing me apart Sophia you hold The Key Why don't you open if for me Beyond The Sun A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun) Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun) Beyond The Sun A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun) Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
The joy of the pheasant shoot. Getting set for the big event The good folk do their stuff They beat the earth with sticks, do they? With their little dogs so tough They flush those pheasants from the scrub So all can have some fun Killing them with smiling faces As they fire beloved guns. Then as the pheasants in a panic They bolt into the sky Our hero's with their guns in hand Make sure that hundreds die As the air is filled with the cracking sounds As birds fall all around Just so these fools can get there jollies These corpses cover ground. I wonder sometimes if these hero's Have any souls at all That they could get such satisfaction Doing these acts so cruel Sometimes it leaves me speechless At the way folk get their pleasure Killing beauty just for fun Is an ugly kind of leisure. 10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs
I have welcomed the Darkness the Light is my enemy Now and Forever
I, alone, Have felt this pain That you have been hiding from me... Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness I, alone, Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address I, alone, Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems Bringing me down...dragging me down In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams WHY do the sun not shine on me? I, alone, Can't bear my affliction ...all alone... This solitude will always hover around me... The reason is still unknown My mind is blown... I'm surprised how much I've grown I, daily, Wish and pray for a brilliant future For you...Remember, friend of mine - To shine with confidence like the sun REMEMBER, friend of mine: You are never alone no matter what I, alone, Have experienced and felt your suffering... You and I Have to work together And help each other along the way - Are you willing to accept my offering?
There is a shadow that fallows me The shadows have taken all that come near me for I live in the dark where once I dwelled in the light the darkness that lived inside me has now become me there is a lust for blood, a fury that nothing can sate this darkness that was once a shadow is now the fangs of midnights unholy creature a changeling that takes the form of everything and nothing both corporeal and at the same time a incorporeal mist tearing into me, ripping my flesh from my body as it eats my liver and devours my heart there is nothing I can do but still I fight with hands that have turned to claws and teeth that tear bite more beast than human I fight the living dead and the dead that are living I feel only rage blood lust and fire dwell in my eyes I was born in the light and there I once dwelled Now I live in the dark For I have been reborn Born in darkness I am the Shadow Born
Branches and ivy lifted like A flimsy sort of solid shield, Wind whispers through the keyhole as My secret garden is unsealed, Petals tremble fearfully, Mistrustful of this open plain, Both buds lean in towards the light Whilst trying disinterest to maintain, Sun flares upon my frightened flowers, Blinking from their lifetime of night, 'Too much too soon', they seem to cry, Withering beneath the blinding light, The clouds arrive to comfort them, Too late; my garden's dying, As I soothe it with regretful rain, The satisfied sun is sighing.
She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered, Her heart now dissipates on ice. The snow falls silent, a note unheard. Belief falters of the Jesus Christ. It's hot; The salty beads tease her But her cares are frozen still. Her naivete of life has dispersed; In a soundless second, her hope is killed. The colours are raw. It is winter now where it was summer then. Her face is dead. Covered in frost. She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent. The cold wind blows colder, Her aspirations gone dead pale. What she feared most held onto her The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil. "Jesus...why Jesus?" The sweat is overpowering. Between her legs dries under the sun. She hears the melody of his belt singing. Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone. "Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?" Silence. It could have been worsened. Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined Instead of it stripped away and taken. Praise be to God for He is good.
FLOWERY FOOLS I totally take gardenias for granted As do I the petulant petunias someone planted I neither bless nor bow to any bouquet Nor any overused flowery cliché I walk by the willows and never weep And I wish morning glories wouldst, all day stay asleep No oak is okay with me And may the graves of those gardenias soon come to be The rain gives the garden sustenance as does a sunny sky While I stroll by a stand of birch and wish they all would die I care not to see a rose arise But pray the buds bid all goodbyes I don't give a damn when a forest is on fire And I'm telling all you fools Mother Nature is a f*****g liar For me there is nothing as fabulous as the forest aflame And the spark t'was Mother Nature as i curse her name © 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Young lovers lie beneath two palms; he winks. She snuggles closer, smiling, face aglow. As night draws near their sand barge slowly shrinks. Abandoned; frightened by the waves echo. Shadows on the sand, the waters drink. And cotton-clouds create a moonlight show. Beneath the palms, two praying for low tide, Through salty tears they know faith must abide. © March 15, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
The chook defense Now I'm no vegetarian Though I'd like that this could be At seventy I'll never change So I'm just stuck with me And I really love's me chook In every kind of way But now I'm in the mood I'm in I just have this to say….. If we're going to eat these chooks Don't we owe them some respect We treat them like commodities But what I might reflect Is, if we treat these creatures thus That God placed on this earth Then we neglect our very souls And too our own self worth. Those birds are treated so damn mean How can one understand This cruelty, are we then humane? It don't look too damn grand And where's the goodness in a food That's never seen the sun So when we treat these birds like this What damage have we done? That chicken flue was scary, once But who knows much at all About the karma that can come From things, unnatural. It's time for changes in this world When dosh is not the 'all' And then humane might be a word That's truly wonderful 10 July 2013 @ 1301hrs.
Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon, Nature's final chance, before eventual doom, Opportunity for some and failure for a few, Love is in the air, however, what will you do? She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing, However, without effort, there is no knowing, No clues ever seem to be showing, Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing. My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her, She could make life worth living, or just slam the door, She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR" But honest, what use is the waiting for? Here is my chance as the night comes clear, Time is important and the last leaf is near, Risk is needed for all that is dear, It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead All through the night, tremors came and went Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower Are we about to witness, another of her powers Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
The Ibis Episode Today I walked into my garden To give our dog attention {Now he's a dog so big and strong I guess this I should mention} And then my eyes, rested upon This bird, a sacred Ibis Which made me worry quite a bit Cause my pond was filled with fish. This big birds strutted round the place He could not seem to fly But I knew that if my Boy caught him The poor bird well might die So I was in a quandary As to what I well might do So I put the dog into the house So I could think thing s through I walked up to the mulberry tree {He was perched upon a limb} And I really got quite close to him And softly spoke to him He didn't seem to mind at all But then, he flew away It seems he wasn't hurt at all Which really made my day.
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
Winter is also celibate. The conscience is moving, A frozen light in a frozen eye. It's raining much looser, Down a ripped tree. I couldn't have, I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness. ___ My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers; And the nose betrays an inner child, who Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched. I just insisted fur was wings. ___ The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow; When I think of church bells, or mother- That I am haunting as raw love.
Trees still shade the road where Gramps and I once rode in his old green car -- I drove -- on dusky early evenings in my fifteenth year. We stopped, as he insisted, at every spot where an armadillo scratched among the tender greenery in ditches. I was dispatched, with Gramps' strong wood cane, to kill a pesky armored creature by striking hard, once, upon its snout. Gramps waited in the car, called encouragement or condemnation: "That's it! Hit him hard!" or "Can't you do a damn thing right?" He knew I didn't like to kill but was determined to toughen up my softness. That hard old man was not accustomed to being crossed or contradicted. But part of him was tender, and he had a sense of what was right in the bayou country of his day. How could I tell him that I hated killing just to please him? Often, I killed, then killed again, although, at times, I'd miss the snout or be slow to follow up, and permit an armadillo to escape. Sometimes, I'd temper force with moderation -- I'd stun the creature, grab the tail, fling it far into dense bushes to revive and live another day. My grandfather eyed me darkly then, but often kept his peace. He gave me the treatment I gave those stunned armadillos. Could he have felt the same toward me as I toward them?
Even now I blink as the hopes Flutter past, away from me, Wintry gusts pull the early dark in, No arms around me as the Heavy skies throw the chills at me, Making me ill.
Heat wave We have a heat wave going on It's like a furnace here When walking through my little garden I hardly hold it dear The flowers, and leaves are curling up The roses bloom, but dried The grass is just like burned out hay Oh everything is fried The lakes are turning into mud The water is all gone It's so damned hot even the birds Refuse to sing their songs People moaning all the time Most cannot stand the heat But those that do sit out in it Their flesh burned like cooked meat. Me, I sit here lazy like With air conditioner on And write these poems in the cool Until the heat is gone. 16 December 2013 @ 1055hrs.
Aromas, green, sweet Enter through doorway now S—sick horror can't breathe
Thunder booms at three a.m., Reverberations shake the house. Lightning strikes with blinding flash, While snores come from my sleeping spouse. The roar of rain pelting the roof, Wind gusts beat against windowpanes. Lying awake with pounding heart, Praying I don't hear a train.** Eyes are heavy, needing sleep, But thunder and lightning keep me awake. I wish this storm would blow away, Don't know how much more my nerves can take. At last the angry storm abates, My weary body can relax and rest. I close my eyes prepared to sleep... Only to hear hubby's chainsaw at its best! Frustration builds and I want to scream, "Wake up you noisy knucklehead!" But with great restraint I hold my peace, And snuggle close to him instead. **(a tornado is said to sound like a train when it approaches.)
Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about. Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt. Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne. Opening the lid, you'll never guess what exited as a rocket blown. EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess… Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest… Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. For who can say how long he'd been trapped in there, you see? It puzzled me to wonder… How he'd got to the second floor? Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more. Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide… We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside. It wouldn't have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren't watching from the tree. None might have been so eager, if they'd known he came from our potty. My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound… As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around. Now I can't say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy… But I won't be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy. And I'll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same. And next time I won't forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame. And I won't ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May. Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.
The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain in NYC, it backs up sewers once again creating puddles that take two weeks to drain oil slicks abound the terrain causing motorcyclists lot,s of pain Cursin, and Swearin, is what sustains in the Abundance of Late-Running Trains
You have unfailingly demonstrated your love every law supporting our galaxy is so harmonious that this little blue paradise could not exist every thread and movement so precise we can measure its movements right down to atomic levels All so this small space could provide everything anyone who had any appreciation might understand that we have been provided abundantly every delight in the way of plans for a Utopia Yet the movements of every ruling body of science religions governments corporations seem bent on destruction tampering with the finesse of precision incorporated in the molecules of life Continuous self reproduction and regeneration in nature right down to making "seeds who self destruct" to make nature exactly as themselves I divorce publicly these unions of violence demonstrated in their every thought and deed poisonous words poisonous chemicals totalitarian ideology pandemic to the leaders of these factions warring with each other hoarding the wealth of a planet given freely to the father of our species And if you don't believe that then think nature gave it freely of her every fruit produced by her ground YOU WARRING FOOLS who delight in the peril and fall of your own family who know not nor recognize your own worth or the worth of everything and everyone around you No , but you fall at the feet admiringly of all these mongrels the media who worship these fine movers and shakers who roll right over you and think you should be trained groupies these men who kill your planet with ideologies and philosophies whose very design is to denigrate your worth and exalt themselves Therefore I will exalt in your instruction the progenitor of life for as surly as we examine the work of life we are moved by its abundant wealth freely shared with all who live on this little rock to examine why we all are unable to fluently live within its confines I think I will not walk off the cliff today gravity is my friend if I know her rules COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
My eyes Witness your departure My eyes Are dripping with hopelessness… My eyes start to blur… Melancholy put me under pressure… Is there a cure to my disease? You don't see The shards of hope that once brought us back together Just let me search for safety I'm strong enough to realize that I'm no longer The weakest prey out there… And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks? I'm close to my demise…save me and take me home Nourish me…and be my beloved friend Will this friendship last forever? Hopefully it has no end Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other? Because of you…I feel the need to run I keep an eye on you – I worry that you'll hurt yourself again Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone I don't wanna be caught off guard again Because of you…EYE can't picture a solution for our vexing dilemma Because of you…eye can't focus on my long-term goal And I'm left in my solitude… Do you sense that I'm giving in to failure? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…I can't endure The hardships that you place upon me… Could you boost up my confidence to overcome My atrocious anxiety? I'm just waiting for some sun To keep me in good hands… To strengthen me with perseverance … I'm just waiting until His son Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us… His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – Vibrant with glee Your undying sympathy dawns upon us I'm overflowing with indescribable joy You're a candle in the night… We meet eye to eye… What a sight…what a precious sight
A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day. Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play. What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed. They can't fly and still they strut… know they no shame! One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish… When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink. Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way. The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay. Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist. They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist. The orca didn't care which meal he had as long as there was one… He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn't won. At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool. They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule. Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish. Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he'd been remiss. Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It's not a choice they've made. But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.
Surely to know the ambrosial quiver Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen With stolen fragrance and lovely flush Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children Is to know also the jealous rain Her green glances gorge on mellow delight Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes Snatching strokes of waxy flesh Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray She is a lean and idle glutton Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes It will be a feast of soul If you do not slay her first
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
black sky glowering swallowing light charging the humid air looming What I would write for picture 3
There is no greater darkness now than the desert sun, …no sorer sight for her mournful eyes than this, An apocalyptic jumble of craters and rippling dunes, The corpses of skyscrapers, the fetuses of malls, All of them half-buried by the shifting sands… It speaks to her of Hell, this yellow-ochre world, Of demons and death and slow decay It whispers in her ear, a death rattle, a death knell, Until she shudders and retreats into her earphones, Into those two slender cords that are her only escape… Obedient the music rises, drums in her ears, Rumbling like the thunder of the distant sea she misses, It is a grateful reprieve… And yet nothing can drown out the visions she sees, No matter how much she wishes her eyes sewn shut, no matter How she squints and peers, searching for beauty, a scrap of it, A morsel of loveliness for her starving soul amidst this abyss, These devouring dunes of ugly marching doom dominate, Oppress, they loom over her like titans, ready to collapse in a wave Of golden fire and swallow her whole, until she can see the sky no more…
' A Snake In The Grass … ' 19th Senryu A Snake In Tall Grass Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs … ' Did It Hurt' It Asp
The end of the world — I will see you all in hell. May I rest in peace.
The frigid air bites at my nose, As I step outside for a smoke; The pristine snow fills my boots, And I snuggle deeper into my cloak; A foot and a half in the last two days, To me it seems surreal; An icy droplet hits my neck, And I let out a startled squeal; I silently curse this dratted snow, That froze my water pipes; When I said it out loud my husband complained, "That all you can do, is gripe"
Foes and Lifelines a day, a year, a century how long will the darkness last? blood drips from hands and blades, claws and fangs blood burns my eyes aflame foes that never cease hunting i live day by day hour by hour Rukan, Kiyamae, Setsuna, Asumae, Darren and Elvina these are my friends, lifelines, companions ,guardians and family the are the only ones who keep me living pushing me to stay alive and it is they who keep my soul and mind alive
Soaring wood prices; The axe falls upon the tree. Mother earth cries out.
My goddess let me down. My Goddess grew there in the yard She looked so wonderful She grew a bloody foot a day Without no qualms at all I got me quite excited by The way my lady grew Oh she was green and beautiful She looked so lush and true. I'd walk around my little yard And then I'd stand with her With love all wrote within my heart My eyes a kind of blur As thought of all the fun I'd have Getting high most every day Oh it would last for quite a while I was chuffed in every way But then One day I did find out Something that made me cry My dope plant was a ruddy male No buds to get me high Oh, how the shock grabbed hold of me Well I was down for days My goddess, she had balls on her Then I tossed my tears away So I grabbed me all those leaves That grew upon this shrub And shoved them in a great big pot For cookies I just love No smoke to clog me blooming lungs Yet still the same old high` And me, I'm quite adaptable I am that type of guy
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
You're gone for days, and you always show up most unexpectedly. Like the mushrooms that weren't there the night before— a ring of pallid sculls, sleepers pushing through the dark moist earth. I always wonder: are you toxic or are you a delicacy... Oh how I wish I knew the plan that is set before me, and your intentions...
ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man, in all the world ,brought from catastrophe, all things are made, since time was first began by things upheaved so new life comes to be. The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong, and losers die the death along the way, so new life grows, even if it is wrong, there is no time the poor will have to play. The lion who will lay down with the lamb, will have a feast before the day is done, and all the world will never give a damn, nor care about the giants and their fun. The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove the weak in life are only dreaming of.
Completely at ease Calm, tranquil, serene Bronze skin sunbathing Cool breeze Enveloped in earth's beauty witnessing creation; Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection, original earth original plan of action Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction The old world is no more We've come fully human heart and mind restored No longer noting the difference between the old world and the new Completely erased Renewed But in the meantime, I moan for freedom from strong holds like sickness and death and oppression I moan for freedom for the disabled the mentally challenged, the persecuted and their transgressions Freedom from racism, injustice ignorance, violence and depressions I moan to end war, rape, incest exploitation, thievery and anxiety That was not the original plan But the earth will be restored and be as beautiful as it began
Before the breaking, my heart sees Something beyond my expertise, And on unknown sunny shores as these I find my circumstances freeze, Feelings that make me ill at ease Wrapped in a reassuring breeze, A gust that brings me to my knees, Playing on my insecurities, World-weary eyes are hard to please; The wind on my face disagrees, Unwraps myself and gently frees The happiness it guarantees.
mushrooms growing on the forest floor – suicide Ó December 4, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen
The world of ice, in perfect white, tainted blood, as black as night, the love of lost, on end of chain, the shoeless freak, out in the rain, the homeless child, lost in fright, sleeps by day, runs by night, always forward, never back, the heartless Psycho, the bodies stack, the dark and red, on silver blade, you now lay in, the bed you made.
dragging feeble feet a silent walk to death's grasp beaten under house the last sigh escapes her lungs whiskers shrivel as years pass
Proud Parrot He's such a cocky little bird Head held high, and chest puffed out He struts around, my heart is stirred There's a kind of silence all about. He's green, and blue, and beautiful Yellow ring around his throat He don't care that the weather's cool He has a lovely sheeny coat. A crested pigeon comes to feed But he's not there for long Our Parrot, he gets wild, indeed His will so very strong His hunger staved he sits in tree And whistles softly just for me. 13 July 2014 @ 0336hrs.
Nature consists of balances ever so delicate Eco systems and life hanging on the edge Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge. From deep underneath waters supporting sea life Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves When used, the pollution enough causes much strife When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save. We watch from afar as waters turn black Terns and fish washing up on the shore A mistake from which we cannot turn back Oil of destruction continues to pour. We can curse executives of the big companies We can find fault with the slow political aim We can cry, "Where exactly were the contingencies?" But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame. The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain But have the lessons learned from it lost So from this event let's hope man can gain The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.
So thoughtfully planted, these treats for your sight Long awaited blooms rising up to the light Under your care as they thrive poised in the sun Gorgeous petals admired one-by-one Beckoning those who should happen upon them As the slow and sly grasp roots for ascension In expectation of the coming reward for their hikes Thanks left in slime for the delectable bites. Written on 03/21/2013 for Garden Contest
Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye
Life be that of what thy navigation Anticipation of what be in mind of all Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain? Treason be devout this what man brought Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth What will one yield plowing thru the field?
Web wise The fear drops from its light brown wings; this is not home; at least not for a bird. Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase, it is humming past your mute chair. But how can you help, you cannot locate your own way out of this golden web. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
a rainy Monday the sun refuses to shine I spilled my milk at breakfast then spent my last dime my dog ran away from home and still I wait for your call By Rhonda Johndon-Saunders Any Form/Theme One to Eight contest Third place
A worthy sea in which to drown, A crowd to chase me out of town, A compromise that makes you frown, A solution as you push me down, The struggle as my organs roar, The shouting as they reach the shore, The one somehow I still adore That pushes me below once more, No panic at the numbing pain, No screaming though the crowd remain, No point my heavy lungs to strain, No chance of coming up again.
this past days, I can not write.. I feel something isn't right... They said: "I'm bright".. I said: "midway, I'm alright"... I am in a deep thought.. Who could have sought.. I wish a bias thinking, they brought.. Oftentimes, lurks fear and doubt.. kindling, worry and anxiety to life.. terrible at times as it cuts like knife.. still, remaining still despite the strife.. bewitched and bewildered til dust.. Nevermind, all this will soon last.. Richness and beauty gradually rusts.. thus, stay humble and tuck in that bust.. God always sees and just.. by: olive_eloi sept. 12, 2013 10:30pm
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed With all your best friends from back in the day Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks I'm on the front line of battle Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples crack in Lauren's snapple Staddle Liz like mclovin But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle Its abominable, so unbelievable But its inevitable, the end is kissable I have rattled these kids psyches squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets as the creepy bells of the chapel ring I remain a mystery You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe And As you look the other way, I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch Hang him from bunny man bridge Yo dude turn the lights on But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script Its bewitched with no miss to kiss Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit So the town clock strikes half past 3 There's one last gas before i must sleep Or i will crash fast if the light touches me Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears And as you look up in the mirror I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor But I hear a knock on the door Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath, For which we have not begun to see the aftermath. For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach. It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach. And every land and all men will feel the devastation. In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration. Take this warning to heed, In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed. And their children will toil under the sun, For the things we have and have not done. It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon. But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon. And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters, For blindly poising our own waters. BP's offshore drilling, They never worried, they were making a killing. I want to know where was the plan of action, Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions. So, we all wait while BP try. And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die. And were losing ground, hand over fist. Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can't be fished. You only thought the unemployment rate was high before. Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore. What do we tell them about their live retrieval. Tell them to stand in a line marked, Unemployed by environmental upheaval Sarah Comstock 6-6-10
Hysterical People Hysterical women are sane It's their natural state Hysterical men are crazy and don't know the ways. Women carry fire to bed Set themselves on To set themselves apart Rest like babies in the dark That makes them straight and strong Strangling poisonous snakes are there too To swing them off to sleep And sing sweet nothings in the ear With no cares in the world Nothing rattles a woman's heart Not even love or age Men burst into flames At the slightest touch of the cage Instead of tears they cry war Hysterical men can't have children For fear of stomach and financial gains Women devour such creatures There is no other way Women live beyond all years for reasons Not established here Embrace the pain Hysterical men run in circles Then do it again
Why do I chase the atom? when the universe has always been mine. Can love evolve from red giant into a galaxy? Dust and stone become skin and bone, born; fall and rise again. I love the black holes of your eyes for they radiate much more light than they could ever take. White hot coals made to rake caked surface of my lungs. How I long to see your breath steam up the silence in my soul. Droplets, turn into rapids and rush my question away. I tripped; stumbling my spirit crumbling. Hold; release those fingers. Strength born of sugar does not last, and it feeds fear I need complex and organic Can rotten become fresh? Carry the inner babe Cain and brother Abe. Save: heal the tether.
Summers Morn. A summers Morn, the birds sing out their magic Their mystic echo's fill my heart with love. Whilst far away those shells so loud and tragic They shower down their murder from above. The trees they dance, their splendor all around me As the morning sun it fills my heart with joy And everything just feels so free and easy Whilst mankind has the mind to life destroy. It's hard to understand the minds of Humans He cannot rid himself of fear and hate. He cannot see the light, his eyes be blinded Can he not see the Karma he creates?? The lazy river sparkles in the Sunlight As it conquers all yet stays in serene bliss Whilst man he has to kill, why can't he see it The truth of all this foolishness of his. Awaken man, awaken from your sleeping Just take a look and see what you've become Your habits they be sunken right into you It seems to me your heart be really numb.
Humanity accosted the once pristine lake judging it insentient. Man spilled sewage into the lakes depths. Humanity …screaming its dominion pounds the placid waters with their toys. Releasing an unbridled urge for speed lubricating their pipes with liquor demeaning the essence and true nature of thirst… Humanity_ hedonists to the core quash the captive waters, home to fish, fowl and fauna. Spring fed lakes across the continents of man treated with disdain Girdled, damned, polluted with oil of man… Fishermen, such as He, can only cry.
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions They yearn, "RESTORE the walls of Jericho!" Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place Their weaknesses manipulate them – they're the definition of disgrace Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness! They plead and pray, "Dona nobis pacem…" Hear our hesitation and supplication…we're beneath the bricks and remains We're buried alive literally! We're becoming one with the ground Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we're getting washed away in the drains We're searching for shelter…we're getting hunted down – we're barely surviving They churn… They coil… They drift away… They spoil… In their miseries… Does He hear their pleas? "SAVE ME!" "Bestow blessings upon us!" Are you ignoring us deliberately? "Give us a helping hand And lead us to the promise land!" Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement Their strengths repaired our souls…we're the definition of bravery! Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho… Does anyone sense their resentment? Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – Their lack of optimism and gratitude Buried them down in captivity How can you bear their poverty? How can He save them from destruction and pity? They whisper on His Holy Hill, "Dona…Nobis…Pacem…" Don't let the battle overthrow 'em!
Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference, Untouchable, yet touching all, Unresolved in meaning, Still creating each and every fall, Every whim and leaning. Touché pas! A cry of weary hate, And will not accept a helping hand, 'Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate, And alone in piteous stand… Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh, Yet stands he still resisting, That love should die, that only tie, In error still persisting…
I smell regret! I smell it on your clothes and in your hair, on your hands and in every stitch, every fiber, every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing train of thought, and it is especially noticeable in the carpet, but then again, that could just be the milk I spilled when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...
Aye! The eye of the storm! So still, breathless A being of air, silence, space Surrounded by tumultuous, swirling, chaotic debris of manufactured lives – I, the eye of my storm dusty, blind and groping
I Wasn't enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn't notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they're always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn't see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear
Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust: like children playing tag. Tumbling to shelter under, or it is to the brick wall. Tears from heaven hit cheeks from the side, and lash down to toe: and the whole becomes a sea. I am swept away in it's fury: each wave crest seeks shores, and pours itself away; to abandon. Cherishing that kiss with earth. Fury must find it's rock; be diminished in ecstasy, and sink into nothing. Before turning into life.
My kingdom is underground, Protected by the sea. My castle can't be found, But that's no guarantee. Howls of misery and shrieks of despair, Are carried by the deep. A chorus of pleading prayer, Is tricked into eternal sleep. You fools will never learn, My fortress is a secret, A welcome you can't earn. A crime you should regret. Glancing out my window, Your bodies often float. You drowned in my ocean's glow, A place that's so remote. I keep my kingdom veiled, Guarded from harm and anger. In this realm, I am nailed, Trapped in my ocean's chamber.
I am nothing more Than a simple blade of grass -- Walked on and wilting.
------------------------ cracks reminding us a calender hangs silence by all irony. --------------------------- Practice for the blind circulation shutting down shall twist towards plot ------------------------- Running for their skin, civilised sugar paper , for response alone. ------------------------------
My eyes Pour forth feelings That I've felt in the past They make my heart ache… Take it all away… Oh my God… They're making me sink in dismay When will they break away? When will they give me a break? And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye don't see A happy ending in this scene My eyes Journeys into the unknown Who knows what will happen… They're like hidden treasure… They're buried far below… And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping… And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Oh my God… They're driving me insane When will they see my reflection? When will they heal the infection? Eye don't feel Raindrops of hope and relief All I feel…is grief… Eye sense no peace… And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Does He hear My supplications? Does He sense My fear? My eyes Conceals the tears that dare to spew out I feel trapped and lost without a doubt… They erase my delight… They seek my hurt… Oh my God… They're casting me away into the perilous sea And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping… And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace throw out my fear? Eye don't see A ship in sight…to save me from my demise My lifeless body... Drifts away in the wild ocean... Without a sound... Without emotion... Eye don't see A rope to hold on to… My hope for peace Has drowned…
In the beginning of plight, We venture off and take action Beyond the mysteries of the day and night We search diligently for safety and direction The aftermath of our flight Brought us good luck and success If we look forward...we'll eventually find light We must get out of this cave... Or we'll be stomped on by distress You're our journey's end Where is the escape route? Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend With God's help, we'll find a way out... No doubt
Mystical Queen Bee, Navigates Her Territory.... ...Savaging To Protect Her Innocence Inside The Sweet Nector Of A Bloomed Flower. Where She'll Explore Natures Beast Among A Love: Extravaganza!!! As She's Bound To Love You; Or Sting You.... So Watch Your Back, No I gotcha ya back Lover... NO WORRIES!!!! It won't hurt...
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?
Comforting words Smooth, quiet tones Reassurance complete confidence Long nights spent reasoning In total understanding Twin thoughts twin minds twin miseries and twin fates Now it's so quiet Too quiet Complete and utter silence.... Oh my God, What happened to the good old days When we both made sense?! Lost in blurry dreams of childhood Colorful, wonderful, windy days Subconscious cradled memories of the times when we were eachother's only friends Only you, the sky the earth and me... No betrayal No lies No fire No hate No regrets. I think I can understand why you won't face me But your sudden silence is so confusing Did you ever know me well enough to know my affection for ultimate honesty? If you wanted me to go away why didn't you just say something? Only this emptiness is left Inconsolable grief... For what never again can be No warning No parting words No ceremony You went and had the funeral for our friendship but did not invite me From the start I thought these ways would always be But in the end, All I wanted, my friend was to say goodbye. I can't trust anyone anymore anyway All alone again shame on me
Sitting in the dark, Waiting for a spark. Alone lost on an island, No one, no familiar hand. Sorrow sinking in, Watching the storm begin. Alone far away For far longer than a day. Sitting on the sand, Observing sea and land. Alone near the ocean, Rain the only potion. Gazing at the moon, Hoping night may pass soon. Alone in a place so far, Home feeling as distant as a star.
Sweet condensation! You,ve came to rescue me Cleanse me and bathe me wash away this misery Will you return me, to the way things used to be? Or just desert me, and leave me to my grief
Rushing through the forest, Scratching vines tearing at our all overs, Tangled up in glorious torment, together Tiny clearing for a spell, It's all very well, but what about The journey back? Suddenly lost and Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst I am caught breathless in the brambles, You trip, foot catches hold of A stray bramble branch, but Instead of stepping carefully out, You kick desperately, I feel a tug, Twisting, trying to shake it free, I scream, your panic piercing me, Frantically you thrash about, the Sharpest part tightens round my heart Too deep, no tears, last shaking Jolts as you break free, and run as Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around, Thorns snap off, embedded in my all, As lone and foolishly I fall.
It slides softly in the night sky, That pale moccasin of the moon— It lights up a snow-bleached prairie— Whispering summer comes too soon. We trace the trail of coyotes— Avoid the dark dens of the bear— The full light of your white footprint Lures us now to your fatal lair. Oh, we chant into the black dome Of all the things that used to be— There's no more Indian summer— Long gone are Cree and Cherokee. Yet, still the silky stealthy tread Brings back images bright and keen— Of lost Native Americans Where so few are now seldom seen. But moons do not let us forget All the wild blood shed on both sides— As we trace steps of moccasins To where the dark of the moon hides. Yes, it walks gently in tall sky, That faint moccasin of new moon— So gently it illuminates As we dance mutely to its tune.
The silhouette of pain is upon us Chained and bound because of the hatred Pulling on the links to be free Have been silenced for to long Wishing our voices to be strong No longer just one but many Wishing to be free from them They who sit on throne of bone Preaching from a book of flesh Reading the words written in blood Having been to blinded by the light To see the deceit that they brought to us No longer giving into the light No we are embraced by the void Its cold heart warms us The thousands of tears shed, Now dried by its frosty hand Feeding to us a new breath of life
We turned to each other when we heard on the news Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise She worked on an island now swamped with wrath To her we now travel to retrace her last path To go there blind never knowing if she breathes Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full Thinking back to her young years, learning in school This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean Our minds picture, her love to live notions We step of the plane into a world far from home Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name Is this where we find her, with no one to blame We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears Lady lady, please please, come with me please To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher As she is led away by the hospital preacher We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run In broken English, is she the one, is she the one The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved Words we will remember until the day we are gone That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one
Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds Grass growing by its lively effect… Growing a grimace to the environment As the predators hung her on the branches, carving her left eye on the oak tree and carving her right eye on the olive tree They grow livelier… sucking up the carrions from off the ground Drowning the vines that try to suffocate and remove them for life left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape Their pupils punctured by arrows of death They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… watching people suffer in indignity and disproof Here's that living evidence! Hidden proof! Hunted by the worst predator out there in the deepest of the forest The eyes seem to stare into your own Locked with your frightening vibes Feeling your dangling fears and pain Weeping them insane… there is no one out there to be blamed, even in the deepest of the forest Oh you carrion heart, soul and body you are accepted to the collection and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... Oh you carrion soul and body Surviving through the shadows of the forest, roaming along the compacted forest, moping about in displeasure because without a doubt you are a magnificent collection to the eye generation to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life, Given away by the predator They soon diminish the evidence… Here's that living evidence! Hidden proof! You're left for dead after all Allow them to spread one of your eyes on this tantalizing tree Let them do their job as a hunter Your awareness is diminished Allow yourself to not be startled Lose yourself, and later on, you'll break free of pain and fear
Freedom won on a distant battlefield Gallant words to remember them by Unspoken tears for the old to cry, A game for the young to play Never a thought for freedoms way . For tyrants are easy to spot Peaceful takeovers not, Look through the haze . For when wheat replaces the meadows The birds have no home When forests are felled, Extinction will come You are a commodity, For globalisation has won . When TV calls caressing your soul With the next discount, and "Yes its free fitting" Without a shot being fired Your future mortgaged . And when your ration of bread Demands the last fish in the sea Neatly Packaged and dolphin free Who will pay the price? . This is the legacy There is no escape Big brother is watching . Mankind in a zoo of its own creation Come, peer through the bars at, This condemnation of society broken For freedom lies on the other side.
I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see This I have to await, to await what she brings to we Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm There will never be a day, when even we conform For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh <*>
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts, subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops— thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves. If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death should drawn you into your self-box, I say, remember when one constructed self-prison fell away. However you helped this forward, do more of the same. Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance. Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward, loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled— unafraid to be splayed open. Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind— multiplying there in mid-air, riding the four directions. Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song— effulgent, double-charged with surprise and now even with mock surprises. Start at the beginning, where you are. Don't be satiate with loll-lolling recede wave's tide, retreat back and back into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish! Now, you Human Being—you come awake also! Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly. Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular. Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy, estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands, let subtle conversation play. Ring all the tiny bells. Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance. In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound— bring sunburst, sphere and harmony. Make your entire body a listening board forming therein—tender shape around which love seed unfolds infinite spaces and then… Spring awake! All to better dreaming where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying. O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you, with every human—never again sleep, never abandon!
In the distance saws Assault morning's quietness. Tears fall like the trees.
White with wonder, I stay locked When it thunders, I lay shocked! People all around me flocked, But everyday I fell mocked!
A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day
Summer showers clarify the peace Suns arms of warmth gently sooth through the window of a lonely room, gliding across dusty shelves The forests chorus of birds harmonize with the breezes whisper as droplets of crystal rest on lit leaves Clouds in flight swim through the ice blue skies They all seem to have their own destination Watched from behind a pane Gaias tears roll off the stems Organic diamonds Dewey and innocent I can feel my absence from her dreams The child amongst the chaos Lulling the fears to sleep My ultimate weakness Longing clutch you to my chest And so I sink into my ocean of sorrow Revel in self loathing and hate Left behind in the flurry Absently sealing my fate Tell me when is it my turn Rain fills the air with a bitter sweet ecstasy It is my security as sadness sets in Wishing I could forget you as you forgot me You're already miles beneath my skin
I wish I could take this noose from my tongue. It doesn't seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism. Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there. Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship. If I could just speak a balance. Articulate a safe place. A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two. Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle. At least that bottle is half way full, I guess. In love with the thought of the very idea. I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality. I must once more, try to focus on myself. Love myself and prove it. Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well. I can find a meadow. No path required. I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation. I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity. I will work my words, My tired feet, My heavy lungs, My heart with dented armor. I will train my hands steady. And this time when I put something in my sights, I won't have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. A flower may yet hold promise, Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom? We are getting ahead of ourselves. Clear the board and start again.
Nine dozens of Eight nothings Veranda romance inside Every man for no man Running in place Dearest husband Or dearest wife Urban legend Brutal love Truthful Tall tales Hidden hate Introverted Sex orgy Three in a couple Riot in the bathroom Universal thought Timeless fashion Helpless god
I have no desire to hear the worlds words rather would I the chirping of birds to hear the clapping of leaves in the breeze whirring of hummingbirds wings of the bees Or the babbling sounds of the brook the rumbling of earth when its being shook the patter upon my roof of the rain the sounds of the city care I to abstain I love the plunging of waves upon rocks detest the noise of the ticking of clocks road blare of wheels upon tar and cement or clamor of crowds who attend an event The racket of what some people call song which clashing smashing banging belong but the voices of wolves howling by moon or soulful longing in notes of the loon the rustle and whisper of wind in the wheat tender the note of a newborn lambs bleat expressions of nature when its in play I want to hear what the animals say The laughter of children learning a game squawks of chickens and sheep that are tame the wail of wind through a window crack splitting of thunder lighting nights black The chill on the spine from a low growl so quiet you can hear the drop of a towel music that lifts the breath of ones soul the crackle of ice which freezes a pole the echoes in canyons when you give a call snapping of trees when in a storm fall the rustle and flush the dog and the pheasant their decent upon my ears very pleasant I want to hear the sounds of Gods garden when the trial is over I've got a full pardon the voices of those whose hearts that I love when I hear these its you I think of These are the things that to my heart speak sounds of the ones newborn pats of baby feet take me away from Babylon's din the screeching and static created by men COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
The end, another Death visits in the ink night How much dark? ere light
You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation filled my soul with your Sons elation In your Son my spirit found it's life nothing here can compare to treasures of wife In love he has healed mind and heart his compassion has filled our every part Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel that the lowly and unworthy do you seal As lambs who walk among the wolves follow the shepherd and seek his truths and beside still waters does he lead only those to whom his words do take heed Into the tabernacle do we flee for in your Son is our sanctuary examples of Truth we give our lives to partake the Truth must brake from lies Like the earth with flood waters were inundated that the influence of demons be dissipated the Truth of God falls in the latter rain knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again Downward you have sent the hearts of men so that they may see the beast within in fallen state to see oneself compared to the character of Gods wealth In your garden there was perfection the firstfruits taste of it's selection hand chosen by you to be as your Son anointed and with your sealing done Your Word oh God has become their bread and their wine of joy where Jesus led they loved not their lives unto death for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath Many are called but few are chosen as their faith is scorched choked or frozen only the seed that lands in good soil will know your Spirit Life's burning oil Through the temple curtain have they passed to the alter with sacrifices that ever last life and body are pledged to you and your words and works they do If you do not listen you cannot hear or tell when the voice of God is near through the written Word and Sons voice through them has God given mankind choice Who has the gifts of heaven known those to whom Jesus has shown though made lower than the angels be are raised much higher in eternity Oh Shepherd of God direct our course for life upon your path lays no remorse those you know their way have sealed they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16 I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
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.
Surly you have put your word to pen the winds have carried them have dispersed them upon the globe the game pieces are in place and the populace lives under dense clouds of darkness though not awake aware of determinations a war machine funded with flesh and gold as oxen under yoke who have no say in what their masters plow They HAVE been forewarned surly your WORD has come full circle you have called out the future and given knowledge of fortresses battlements and shields The 1st WAR your minds The 2nd WAR your hearts The 3rd WAR your flesh the full destruction of corruptions Surly your intentions have been fully shown for any knowing the instructions of the King but they have been led astray and loved to have it that way You keep sending your servants the watchmen who view into distances to tell what was far off has come close The Temple and the Bride are nearly completed the invitations to all the guests not one single soul is exempt of participation freewill will have a whole new meaning you can choose the royal law of Life or be driven off the cliffs by unruly angels because the ideology of WAR and fear driven by rulers whose behavior is so corrupt that we liken them to being demonic Come now where is your reason that you should choose WAR over the avenues of peace everywhere you turn is a sign and it says beware wake up wake up wake up before you sleepwalk into death COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you venture off at night Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't leave me… Forgive me for drifting away from you… Please forgive me… Please don't ignore me… Hear my pleas…don't turn the other direction… Run with me…into heaven's light I've given you my soul… I've shared with you my melody I've fed you until you were full… I've healed you when you were under the weather… I've tried to bring us back together You hang on the rope of hope I'll rely on you…I'll cling to you… You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss Don't reject me… Don't depart from me… Don't release me… Respect me for who I've become Please respect me… Honor my presence Protect me from any sort of harm Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? I've been driven away by my affliction I've set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land Have you forgotten my affection? I've tried to empathize what you're going through – I've gave you a helping hand Don't you understand? Will you ever understand? You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you depart from my heart Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't mourn for me… Forgive me for wishing for your absence… Please forgive me… Please don't give up on me… Hear my side of the story… don't turn the other direction… I'm still training for perfection Run with me…until we arrive at home Hold my hand and we'll take divine flight I've cherished you for so long I've lead you to my home town – Do you remember where you and I belong? I've given you my trust… I've shared with you my dreams You're an apple to my eye You were my angel of grace, promising concord – Bestowing blessings upon me Your vitality never wears off… You were my lamp – Glowing with serenity and elation Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease I'll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night I knew that that was love at first sight The moment you stepped foot into the light
When i first saw her time froze I tried talking to her with my eyes closed My voice stumbled out of my lips My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery So I ran away and let it be a mystery.
sorry Vienna, but i need to use your name or no one reads me...but i know you will agree with this so don't be angry, thanks and i am e-mailing all my friends that your tribulations will end and you can once again smile and make me smile DEAR OR DEER PEOPLE Please stop doing that it's creating havoc and making people and animals angry half the world is drinking parasitic water the other half doesn't give a damn about what happens so long as their stocks rise as I sit here with reddened eyes because you will not stop and listen the universe is speaking to you in explicit terms it begins by saying what I said above stop and feel the love the love every man should feel and make it real the universe is begging "please stop doing that" it's simply not right for our children to be left with blight the deer are crying the eagles are dying and liars are denying they claim to care about this planet we all share so please, stop doing that a Styrofoam cup will last where it lays for four million days a cigarette butt will be around for my grandson and my great great grandchildren to find so please be kind because Mother Nature went through a lot of trouble to design that which we behold the beauty that to me is more precious than gold so please stop doing that if I could i'd hand you all a lot of cash before Mother Nature gets a ravenous rash so please stop doing that for as long as you live, day by day think before you throw something away © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
alarm!! rise up take flight killdeer cry
the black butterfly on a leaf, restoring her weak body and mind
my skin is crawling over radiation--will it hit my sky soon?
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg… …With sighs of torrential passion, the heavens shower teardrops, weeping with me, as memories of you come cascading back, skin on skin, ablaze, moist kisses, fiery, gentle whispers of undying love, murmured, in another life, another time, far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair, wallowing in the grime. … The rain keeps falling, each teardrop stinging my face, tasting the salt on my lips, I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips, between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love, before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude, wounded as a wingless dove, bereft of life, stripped of all traces of fortitude
I step into the new day. Standing, in the valley of the mountains, The red dawn predicts change. Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs. Daniel sits, confused, in his brown reclining chair. Birds cut low through the morning sky. Knowingly, Earth follows the Laws of Nature, rain will soon fall. Lingering, he grapples with mortality, as death's cloak falls over him. The storm breaks hard. I cry, in the valley of the mountains, where the dawn predicts change.
If I were to look at All my past life My painful frightful beginnings All the mistakes All the tragedies All the things I should have prevented Those that could not have been helped If I look at it all As only a beginning... As it was Only a cocoon that I went into... And I worked myself Back out of it Through all the suffering and tragedy I grew stronger and stronger And when the proper time came When I was sufficiently strong enough I would break through all that I was To become all that I could be To emerge the new... The transformed... But do I become the beautiful butterfly Sucking sweet nectar And bringing joy to all who see me Or will I emerge the moth Not quite so beautiful And feeding off of clothing A nuisance to society And drawn to things that will kill it Like flames and bug zappers No, it is certain I will no longer crawl around small and helpless Like a caterpillar But instead I will fly high and free But will my tragedy Have turned me beautiful Like the butterfly Or will I still be drawn Like the moth Or like the dog to its own vomit To that which will continue to destroy and kill me
Message Delivered I Am Done Here , No One Even Noticed Trumpet Sounded Angels Spoke Another Day Passes Away Tick , Tock Time Slides Just When The Decision Made Flash Of Light Fury of the Wind Thunderous Noise The END
Let the air fill your vocal sounds Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir You are the main event Brazening with glamorous features How lucky could you be? I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Though your bones are fit enough to fight... There's a possibility you could be a bending stem I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl Thrilled by denied consequences I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth I could sense your controlled hunger Snatching me in alarm Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm Don't give away this edification... Except it and don't lose it at all Burn down The resistible temptations Slightly crawling their way Out of drilling fears I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills Filled with pride and contentment Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras Be the thriving, main event Create a courageous scene just for curiosity Keep yourself stable Reflect your will on a clear, glass table Meander your troublesome ways Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors Full of heartening compliments Bring this ticket to heaven's heights Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind You are still considered My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden So you can seek growth and maturity I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody Appeasing to your malcontent hunger I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights Where safety is freely given To a hungry, pleasurable kitten
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I watch the swaying brown tipped rushes Against my cheek the gentle wind brushes On quiet blue a dragonfly dips its feet Landing where the sun and water meet Blackbirds flash a wing of ruby red Busy keeping a nest of fledglings fed Bullfrogs with throaty voices call Declaring their presence to one and all Faint sound of traffic accosts my ears As twilight descends and darkness nears Saddened by the coming months of fall This habitat destined to be a shopping mall......
The ides of March have gone and come. Still, strains of vernal music sound dumb echoes, in my ears, of early times, of other years: an orchestral swell of oboe, flute, and violin. A feel of warming wind, the scents of orange blossom, daisy, buttercup, and clover: are those days over? My recent times are flavored with metallic clank, with oily odor -- eyes fatigued by newsprint and small-screen glare. And music: the blare of claxon-horn and siren-wail; noise which issues from a box borne on shoulders through the street; an empty, but compelling, quite insistent loudly pulsing beat. I welcome all new, though slight, intrusions. Pale sensory perceptions bring back images, now faint, once acute, of places, times, and pleasures past. Faded sights and faces and shadowy, unquantifiable pursuits evoke a time when love, like freedom, didn't cost a dime.
red rock sits alone between many colored stones among, yet apart (February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
dripping rain, tapping on the glass, my eyes will follow, the winding paths, and in the end, a whole new race, of rolling drops, at their new pace, no control, in where they go, so rain can fall, and i wait for snow...
Together they fall and plunder, Piling on in weightless wonder. The leaves and trees are far from what I fathomed-- Dried and browned in mortal sarcasm. Cold in warmth and warmth in rain; Washing away the frozen stains. Barren soil bears a fruitless yield Dried and browned in the snowy fields.
upstairs in my room i put my ear to the floor only to hear my parents screaming the argument is about me my mom yells "look at what your son has become!" Heartless, unintelligent, fake... my father replies back "hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!" whenever my family is out together we act happy like these fights never happen but every night they do and i cant tell anyone i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear? I will drag you down and i will make you hurt.. I lift my head from the floor still hearing the angry voices of my parents i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin the next morning i go downstairs with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts My father grabs my arm "what is this boy?" i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair "its nothing sir" my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?" i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door My father runs outside pulling me to the ground "are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser" My father grabs my face "you better not cut yourself again" he replies He hits my face, as i lay on the ground. I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face it was raining and dark outside i run into the house and into the bathroom looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed "everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?" I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair I become someone else, but the old me is still right there if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i will find my way
Jagged rocks that tip my balance, Vein like roots that trip my feet, Branching weeds that scratch my legs, The chill of the wind that steals my heat, The steepness of this endless mountain, The wanting, longing to reach the top, The feeling that I can't go on, I need to let my body drop. I see the end, the wind grows stronger, The mountain seems to flatten out, I can succeed; I'm almost there now, My heart is screaming a silent shout. The feeling of success is sweet, The sky above, so baby blue, I finally made it; the pain is gone now, My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.
Imagine a world Imagine a world with Equality and Respect Imagine a world with no drugs Imagine a world with no war Imagine a world with no enemies Imagine a world where everything is happy Imagine a world where school was not a prison Imagine a world with no struggles like money Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs Imagine a world with no disease Imagine a world with no pointless death Imagine a world with no environmental despair Imagine a world with no cyberbullying Imagine a world with no crime Imagine a world with no homeless people Imagine a world with no miscarriage Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups Imagine a world with no hypocrisy Imagine a world with no racism Imagine a world we can call our own
I wish To demolish my sorrow… I wish To forget the despair and gleefully grow… To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow… My downfalls and my failures… I wish To disappear I wish I had no fear… For God's near… I wish I could be a cheetah in the grassland I wish To store all of my energy for an evening run…I'd never give up in the process I wish My whole spirit could simply sponge in God's nature and make great progress And I truly wish I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God I wish I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships… My countless wishes Brings me down to my weakest point… My countless wishes Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run… I wish I could forgive My daily regrets and breakdowns I wish I could forget My despondency – embracing my frowns I wish To live a life without error Without a care I wish To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions And scare away The darkness that tries to make me give up I wish I had more time to overcome… These waves of emotions My countless wishes Brings me down to my disheartened state… My countless wishes Are like walls from every direction closing in on me… But it's a convenient tool in the future… I wish I could be live in someone else's shoes… But what good would it do? Would it lead me to the narrow pathway? Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? Would it push away the blues? Could He give me any clues?
i use to lie awake at night and ponder of this pointless life up for hours and not make a sound i once was lost but now i am found my sea of confusion, like moses did part the instant i let jesus inside of my heart... but than i let out a gigantic huge fart and realized it was just indigestion than like a sensible person, i began to question and out of those questions, came rational thought and all of the things in school i was taught like critical thinking and following facts so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty
After all this, what is it for? I climbed a mountain only to face a brick wall Drowned in my own sweat and tears Wishing I had cried even more I smiled when I saw the flowers atop the trees Only to venture nearer and see that they were only snowfall. Now I am torn by the wire-like branches Worn by the whiplash of wind. Buried under carcasses of butterflies Watching the stars fall. After all this, what is it for?
i want to burn it all down so it'll be so hot i'll have to take it out with tongs. i want to take it out with my hands; and know i'm still alive. that's what. a man needs to burn everything to know it's still there. to be alive, a man has to burn his self down with the truth of it, of her and him and all the rest that opens in his mind and sees itself with his eyes that lingers in his body's hold on the world, to know it's still there. i burn it down every time; every year, and when nothing happens, there's a deep freeze... but freeze is never deep enough; we have to burn it out: and when they don't come to empty everything out into ourselves again, we have to burn it out alone. every season has its own cool burn. whether the breeze of summertime, or the winter snow when no one knows... how long...how long?-- and all anybody cares in fragments. wasting away the youth they can never remember to have. i want to burn down this youth they claim. i want to break it if that's all it is; a petty break. and give it back, knowing you're still alive. after the break. and after a while, i burn it all down, knowing i'm still alive all the while. whether you make the break or not. there's still time to burn. to feel the burning, and the aftermath that is summer-autumn, and the leaves are gone. they are the only going that i imagine. the only death that i rejoice in. the burning of the leaves. until i burn it all down. again.
Hysterical laughter in eternity still crying out at the hypocrisy of life lived under the thumbs of the oppressing ones. Freedom they said they would give us If we asked the king to forgive us. and if we agree to pay tribute they would stop the rape and loot we didn't even know which ones were in control at any point in time the fully sublime shiftings of power by the day and the hour locked in the ivory tower and away from the peasant earth digger they had much bigger things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life. And all the strife they laid upon us all was part of the fall from dignity. It's a pity. Then came the mines and the factories warriors needed to keep the keys to the city gates in the right hands none of us really understands the workings of the minds that need so badly to succeed that life has no meaning or worth. Even less for planet earth. And she's dying and no one is trying to revive her. Now they want to survive her and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison third world vision is incomplete no one can compete in world markets controlled by the elite we are the billion feet of the crawling beast. and at least we could know why we chose it. Just suppose it could change. Seems strange. But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear and we all held dear what was important, sacred, the sane would we stop acid rain? What if our lawns became gardens all could we reverse Edens fall? What if our children could eat and play from natures sweet bounty every day? Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray? and left no more poison where children play? What if we made our own industries in each of our communities? What if we made windmills and power the sun we may have just begun a revolution that holds a solution for our planets peace. I release my rage at the beastly machine that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream and paint a new picture in the sky. Of streets and towns and city planning true ways and solutions that work for me and you and the earth's evolution could take another turn where we do not burn in the hell of nuclear wastelands It will take many hands to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon Get on board, this train is moving. get on with it. We all fit in the grand plan, the saving grace of man.
I live alone; I pick pecans. When leaves are dry or wet upon the ground, I thrash the trees. I break from branches undropped, green-husked nuts and pull the fleshy hulls from harder shells. I put them in my musty burlap bag. My bent back aches. I pick the nuts that fall to earth -- blown by wind, wrenched from over-weighted twigs. I store this trove with acrid smells in burlap bags. The nut man calls but twice a year. He brings the news; we drink a beer. He pays me well, refreshes my supply of dusty burlap hell.
I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall Shadows chase me wherever I run As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun Just like me as I search for my soul Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole
Whilst we claim ourselves a civilized, caring and enlightened society, a mortally wounded dog lies unattended on the side of a road, as her distraught canine companion remains helplessly, yet devotedly by her side, exhibiting a level of sensitivity and compassion that far exceeds that of those who regrettably have ruthless command over the entire animal kingdom. Yes, in all our pitiful glory we dare claim ourselves superior to these creatures.... how contemptibly mistaken we are. How painful and disheartening to powerlessly observe such callousness and indifference, and how terribly dispiriting to acknowledge myself as one who is reluctantly, yet unavoidably part of a legion that so brazenly owns such apathy, depravity and disgrace. Camille Rose Castillo 2012
1. A path leads, to where wild grass grows, sashaying in the summer breeze. 2. Along the path, lightness settles within, feeling the grass, swooning, tickling ankles, swaying to the lilting bird-song, in a dance of intimate abandon, brushing the remnants of pain away. 3. Melodies float across fields of green, delicately caressing my heart, teasing emptiness to flee, comforting the mind, to silently be. 4. Walking on, savouring the peace, a momentary respite, from the burdens of the now, all is quiet, a stillness cradling fractured emotions, the grass in the fields sway, dusk descends, shadows lengthen, nudging dimming light to take leave, of the day
The rain falls fiercly, As I look up into the skies, Only to see the sun, And white clouds floating by. I walk into the woods, Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet, I stare down to the earth, To see grasses, soft and sweet. At last I see a rose, Lying dried up on the ground, I gently touch it's petals, And my life is newly found. All along ive been yelling, At the wind for being cold, And shouting at the rain, When life's story has been told. I ignored the graceful beauty, As i blocked out meaningful sights, For when it's gone I will regreat, Shunning the flawless story of life.
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord for no more heat For if it comes, I'll be awake I pray the Lord, don't make me bake I'll even get down on my knees And pray the Lord "Lord, pretty please" Please don't turn my furnace on My flesh is weak, my patience's gone I haven't had a good night's sleep Since menopause turned on the heat And it's no good Lord, counting sheep If into fire, Lord they leap So Lord, please grant me this request And take this fire from my chest Let someone else be thusly blessed And let me finally get some rest Short Poem contest - Honorable Mention finish Mdailey written for my wife
Can you hear the thunder? It pounds into my ears It always makes me wonder if I control my fears It's hard to say I'm brave as I see that flash of light it's the terror I crave the lightning is my fright The rain pitters and patters sounding a prelude to the flood my heart beat it flatters as it boils in my blood Can you hear the thunder? it pounds into my ears I no longer have to wonder I cannot control my fears.
THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN MOTHER NATURE I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled And damn it, my coffee over-boiled So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she's the most beautiful bud that grows This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that's what I think Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead Some were gregarious, some of them were shy But I remember this one particular squirrel I named "Guy" He'd come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let's them live And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs I'm telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
to the heart piercing star-crossed under the moon roses bursting forth A T T R A C T I O N A D M I R A T I O N I N T I M A C Y T R U S T the source of every joy by which we live passion devoted friendship fidelity cherish and hold so one must ask or won der why it repe atedly falls apart lo ve
The shimmering light, Casting over. Sending bright vibes to all surroundings. Looking down upon the world itself, Watching as things grow old, Watching as things die out, Reborn itself. The globe in the sky, Full of mystery, Seeking more conflict by the minute. Positioning itself to be known, Getting smaller, As it hides itself behind the floating fogs. Fighting for more power, As it leads the darkness to turn over. Steam casting over, Making everything dim. Stars shooting acorss the demoned lands, Filled with agony, and pain. Making wishes, That never seem to come true. A pleasure of joy, Running through the grounds blood stream, Flowing with more of a flow then anything. Ah' Yes, Sending thrills to everyone of you, Living, or non-living.
Why have you forsaken us O season of bloom what manner of transformation do you seek? Your concealing actions in these cloud swept skies speaks to deception my Lord, As your humble servant I beg of you to please return, to your former constitution which bringeth not only I but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures plus the wondrous soaring birds swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love! Hear our cries O Season of Hope and bring forth your Glory your Manifest Destiny, to bring Life and Sustenance to us All
The Rivers The rivers go up and the rivers go down… but seldom to this extreme. This year has been a nasty one, as if living in a bad dream. The days have been dark and cloudy and the rain seems never to end… Tornadoes, lightening, and flooding have suddenly become our only friends. The yards are turning to soup as the rainstorms keep circling around. And the rivers are adding force as they climb with leaps and bounds. Record flooding in so many places, has forced many to move out and quit. Without their homes, financially, few will be able to rebuild or take the hit. To the elderly losing to the river is losing everything that can't be replaced. But volunteers have moved among them to help sandbag in their place. Thank you all who have volunteered for this cause. No one can do it all alone You give the others hope… To hang on until the rains are done.
Defenders Endangered Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part! Life, God given, stolen by greed's black-heart. Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart. Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart. The endangered protecting the endangered – Compassion fettered by solutions gartered The courageous, methodically hindered, Lacquered lives, wildlife "murdered", man endangered. Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action! Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption. "Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion." Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon. Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing, Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying. Did we get to this place wanting and buying? Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying? Take it to court to find solutions in short. Killing is no game…business…or sport. Drilling in the gulf BP must abort. Then pay to all people for life they did thwart. Struggles in nature hurt in various ways. The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets. The airways go stinking as wildlife decays. Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays. What will it take to make clean up occur? Will a boycott of products stop endless banter? Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker. Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture. Lust not for things, but make God man's desire. Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire. Love one another; make family your empire. Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire. © Dane Smith-Johnsen May 29, 2010 Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)
Lost in a moment of deep blue. Coming along, losing it in red hue. May my wrath, be for something true. I watch a man, with envy green in greedy eyes, Seeing burnt out passions orange, lost on the oldest lies, May he be released, from old death's ties, Buried up to my neck in earths solid brown, head flowered in corn gold, this world's forgotten crown. May I know that his backwards is forwards, and up, down, The crunch sound of trodden on snow white, Powerful seems the black, but he always had more bite, Come all that you are, come, you are all that is light.
The iciness of his smile seeped like osmosis through the crevices left on my face by the squint rooted on fires of a loud and angry sun. A tempest stormed across the dusty, red sky following the wake of his Packard of no color. His eyes with their misted askant look found us like the rain and the dark clouds took cover. Unowned feathers fled the frightened fields like tumbleweeds amid superior dusts of sleep wielding easily the pale club of the wind and swirling the soul of a flower strike. - an utter-able chill - Where lurched the deeds of green thrilling light with thinned new fragile yellows? Spoiled and stale like the scant and stunted ears of corn not able to sprinkle the acres that had fallen into battlefields. Picket's Charge in woods that stuttered and clapper-clawed songs that stirred the few scrawny birds that stayed on. Sharecroppers in the Dust Bowl walked on loose strands of primitive tightropes. One could hear the blast across the Great Plains all the way to Boise City. Blood oozed from the side of my palate, decadal fertilizer at long last leaching the dry ground. As I lay dying - he reached toward the heavens – swanking the deed and cackling like a hexed slime eel.
skies blood runs bright red heart is filled with emotion moon seeks to heal her (February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
You were born to be a filigreed crown to soar like the swift never touch ground but they gave you labels suiting their thought words sharpened like knives in which you were caught Spoken words in unisons cacophony untouchable not decent not fit for family oh the old wounds and their residual pain I just want to see you soaring again The others hated you without any word their actions spoke louder than expressions heard unworthy to speak to or even be seen to be hidden from others aspersions as mean How on earth could you possibly shine when you felt their ridicule locked forever in time I watched you dry up before my own eyes in the heat of the ire the flame of despised Like an animal branded wearing its mark cast out like our Lord flung from the park on rocks were you broken too limp to hold to crawl and to cower where reception is cold The unthinking know not the powers of word wrestle not with ideas conceptions they've learned who never consider that our mouths are the flame that torture the sensitive stab them with pain How long does it take for a heart to die too scarred to ask questions or the wondering why a planet of suffering the agony of breath like those barely living and too slow is death Where you can hold stars and dance in the day to sing of life's joy partake in its sway be moved by its chords like crescendo of song to be not cast down like everything's wrong The scar like a keloid to thick to peel weather beaten hard shielded like steel Walls like a fortress the place you reside away from misfortune the dark place you hide Listen my Love my words are for you I know where you shine I've seen them accrue If I thoughtless hurt you please let me know I'm only a student molded like dough Break out beloved create something new polish your character bid cruelty adieu set your sights high seek always insight let love be your leader in words that delight COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate
I can eat your sick because I'm immune to all the days that gather at your feet and beg for you to cease this living. To wring necks dry of cost, and to tell me not to? In the end, you can consider me nature's go-to gal; I carry your countdown clock.
Lamenting Blossom Shed not tears of grief. Light forestalls your requiem. Glorifying life. © Dane Smith-Johnsen April 18, 2010
The eye in the sky Is clouded with cataracts But I see just fine.
Take a moment to Sit and think about the trees Or they won't be there ~Reecie
Irony "They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days." Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says. A wind, which have once touched the peaks of north terrain, sends a shiver down the trite spine. His relative comes out on porch, glow bugs swarming; it is nighttime. The crisscrossing bugs weave the scene akin to those seen through childhood kaleidoscopes. It shakes his nerves to return to technologies. The irony is, inside, rests an old man; life supported by machines. © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Frothing, frigid fjords Fling forth fine stippled Salmon, streaking upstream. Roe-rich fish, flashing Fat and fulgent: Spurred to spawn, to spurt Then sputter -- spasmodic. Spectral. Unspared.
Days and nights and the universe I The musty monsoon insects with swelled bellies soggy paper boats. II Curiosity a black feathered bird peeps in, there is no return. III Close the eyes, its night. A bat has taken a bite; the fruit rolls away. IV The desolate rails. Millions of butterflies, they reign the wild shrubs. V Crystallized water, this rock has witnessed years, a fly has more eyes. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Love my dark away Cast out fear, don't drive it deep Light: for darkness weep
The sun and the moon Moving on opposite sides The Earth's spinning strength abides. Lunar myths are spread. Folklore told with conviction. Dreams contrived with deception. More babies arrive. Maternity rooms crowded. Romantic blooms then, fruited. Each July full moon, In the wild, a fawn is born. A pointed buck sheds his horn. Sometimes, good children Disrupt their classes at school. Teachers and parents still rule! Energy spiking. The full moon's power released. Special vibes become increased. Reality check! Scientists experiment… To fantasy's bereavement – No werewolves hiking. Still, folks fearfully beware. In case one really is there. © October 30, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Inspired by Poetry Soup Member Contest: What Happens During A Full Moon? Sponsored by: Russell Sivey
The season slowly descends as Autumn begins greenery gives way to reds, yellows and gray ancient cycles repeat as summer retreats The squirrels furtively work gathering their food and it all just enhances the forlorn, autumn mood the warm air gives way to cool, breezy days crisp, clear, starry nights are lovers' delights angst, passion, desire they ignite the heart's fire and the season's transition stirs spiritual ambition the trees' colors they show on the eyes with a glow in the oblique twilight ever earlier comes the night can you hear the cries of the geese cyclical flight? it presents quite a sight in the late afternoon light then the moon starts to rise bright, orange, oversized what a sight for the eyes winter is awaiting just 'round the bend Ancient cycles repeat again and again
red blood shows itself slightly below skins surface never an escape (February 7, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these endangered Species are Sad and Real. Think of how it feels for the poor dears for someone to steel their beautiful fur coats, to make a profit which is cruel it just proves that evil now rules. These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd species, can you not see the desperate state these poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too late. Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of their mates. The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive please help keep their hopes alive. Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches. It has gone too far, please take a moment to spare a thought for these brave creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world!
When I was one I stared at the sun And although I lost my seeing It felt like fun When I was three I drank chlorine And although I lost my tasting It felt serene When I was five I took a dive And although I lost my smelling It felt alive When I was seven I played a violin And although I lost my hearing It felt like heaven When I was nine I took a line And although I lost my feeling .
MOTHER NATURE SHOPS AT THRIFT SHOPS I watched the trees grow strong and tall The rain and rainbows is how they were able to thrive I've heard tell of one, but as for me I've never seen one fall The only ones I stand among are vividly alive The compost was years of dried up leaves and tears The soil rich with nutrients that we may continue to grow Each summertime we did that which we did And in the windy and woeful winter each one of us simply hid Hidden from the wind and the frost falling down Hidden from the winter's woeful wail Those were the times Mother Nature wore a wine stained gown And others when she wore second hand clothes on sale Trees all around me with stories thus to tell A thousand years old is quite a lengthy tale Then one by one my fellow trees simply fell Dead to end up a fence, a rod or a rail With a thunderous thud my neighbor's roots could hold that tree no more The tallest of trees fell as a gasping and gaping crowd gathered around If a tree falls but no one sees it does it make a noise when it hit's the forest's floor? Then I am the only tree when I fall, although all alone, everyone will still hear my sound © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
A cold mist surrounds me, I can't help but watch as my petals die. I look for my friends who used to stand tall beside me, But, they are curled in pain, I cry to them in vain. Slowly, I'm joining the fallen ones beside me.
Sunshine permeates and invigorates Cells and energy generate Vitamins absorb and transform life Need your rays to activate usable resources within Green is your warmth free to all on earth Sunshine makes me smile low doses only to perpetuate life Warmth giver and summer fun
The road comes to an end. As I come around the bend, I see them. Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April. It was my cue to meet someone new. Who was there that day? What cars passed as I made my way? Could anyone see our first embrace? Such grace exceeds through my mind Contoured, confound For me this is pure phenomenon For you this is just another way to say "Hey, you met someone new today" But no, I hoard these memories with great passion Without a train of thought I can remember what happened And oh, the smells The smells tell the story A tale of a boy with no worries Not a want in the world Caught at the right time What he got: Love for a lifetime.
.......HOURGLASS When all the sand's run out for yesterday and here you stand reflecting on it all, no matter what you do, or what you say you'll never change the way time has to fall; the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor, announcing time's run out, as you can see, all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more, as if the way it's piled is meant to be; all Heaven knows you've done the best you could to shape tomorrow as you'd want today, but somehow things don't go just as they should and sands of time don't always fall your way. The best we'll ever do is turn the stand and hope again our time goes as we've planned. .................© ron wilson
Everyone's gone... There's no one to look up to...not one... Not one will be kind enough To look down and attempt to help me... Everyone's gone... I'm beneath the debris There's no one there to save me... I'm left to my own misery Everyone's gone... I guess I'll find my way out of this maze Without any clues I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me Everyone's gone I'm dealing with so much trauma I'm watching for any signs of support... Hear my echoes of pain... It drives me insane... Catch me before I fall off the cliff... Everyone's gone I'm all skin and bones I'm trapped like a hunted animal The predator took a bite into me... Don't just watch me suffer... Deserted in this lonesome state Everyone's gone I'm kicked around like a soccer ball Hear me as I call... Help me to stand tall Help me... Reach up to the sky To feel the coolness seep through me Help me... To be inspired to write more uplifting songs Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye Help me... Forgive me for all of my wrongs... Everyone's gone I'm a screwed-up building I need you to be my backbone Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier About to enter another horrifying war Support me today... And stick with me tomorrow! I want to let go of the past memories... Scaring away my happy moments and delights I want to smear away the blasphemies… Obliterating my blissful days and nights Everyone's gone... There's no one to depend on...not one... Not one will be brave enough To look down and attempt to help me... Everyone's gone... I'm beneath the city There's no one to show me the jolly sun... I'm left to my own misery Everyone's gone... Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare Without any clues I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear
. Yard Work I Hurt
I do not know the ways of Life from birth been shown violence and strife a mothers embrace was I rarely shown childhood affection have I not known At age of three from family outcast neglect and hazards uncertainty my past from even those who attempted to care I was prevented from being their share Been a difficult road since I was a child to comprehend nature that's tender and mild the one who with joy greets you each day who shows you life's wonders in every way Been a slave to the mean and the cruel where retaliation is an everyday tool looking for punishment and never for peace from your mistakes are never released What surprises most in the places I've dwelt those who use truth like a leather belt the book is addressed to you and your brother decisions for life made by you not another I place before you this day life and death unceasing wonders or that which takes your breath but you are the only one who can choose to love your brother the ways of death lose From men expect duplications of past where religions are formed his desires unmask if you use men as your standard of measure only one man had its fullness of treasure There is only one standard only one true the fullness of Love you must learn to do I am the you addressed in the book I am the one for its meanings must look I must apply its sayings to me set the example in everyway be those who needed his comfort for whom he cared demonstrated a love no others had dared Mankind as a book one he only could read see his intentions and what was his need knew how to lift them water the seed to develop his justice eliminate greed It's difficult for man to learn how to wait takes time to learn love get rid of hate even in this my frustrations well known I want it all instantly the lessons unshown I know it's me you're trying to teach I know it's me you're trying to reach I'm difficult stubborn from men shut my ears from cruel reverberations one everyday hears It takes time to digest where thoughts run deep to assimilate its message its directions keep apply every learning with consummate skill where all of its quality our hearts do fill So again I do share a small reflection considerations of Life to good its subjection one hopes the aim for the target to mark can be no achievement without standards to hark COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul. Now known only as one! Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one, It is your final fantasy to live again! Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love, Life of life has just begun! The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within. It is your final fantasy to finally begin! Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one's destiny, Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought! A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye, Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need! It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade. Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove. Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you've caught. Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within, You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong. It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made. Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time! Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you! Fly away with me, but only for a moment. Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized! It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew. Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity. Harvest your life moment by moment, Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew. Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air. It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of you! Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek. Life of life has finally just begun! Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around, The loss of control is the loss that you will gain! It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight. Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong! Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity's strength. They find the treasures you've always sought but have never found. Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of light!
Thunder roars and lightning blazes across the sky And it illuminates the eye of a man as he holds his wife's hand The rain plummets to earth and pummels a rooftop Of a family home as the children laugh and play The sky darkens a deep black and gray While a couple lights candles for a romantic evening And as the wild winds whirl faster The end of the storm is near As it goes more joy will come As each walks outside to a starlight sky And a peaceful moon rising high
How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness what lies within my heart to plainly speak But raised was I upon a planets prison and to will of others made was I a slave with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating the road to fear of man did abuse pave I want to run barefoot on green grass carpets and prowl the mountain ranges like a cat wing my way upon the trails ridges and know no violence will me to attack Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living I've escaped intent and accidents of chance like those who consider all unforeseen occurrence that the unwary can be caught by circumstance I've made my way this far only by reason four reasons gave the choice for me to live I've had no time to consider my emotion nor thought about a need for love did give I've given vent to mans neglect and violence for no different do I find inself my own when I look at the reflection in the mirror no change to our past can we atone All those who consider justice and affliction the pathways of thought and all her tracks many millennia's of history have we written the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks The ever present war within our nature affected by our fight or flight of reason the stake to posterity is high and costly far to often we are weak to logics treason For all have fallen down before true glory not a single one hasn't failed his own thought for everyone has placed for himself standards and in his own failures is he caught For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power in the cosmos is ordered laws that we can see but not one single human who is existing can keep the perfection of Love flawlessly So occasionally I will have to ask for your forgiveness and hope you love enough to set me free for even if I think I might know better I have found in all of us this frailty I want to tell you I am stronger when you are near me I have found in you something that in myself I lack I never knew that getting any closer would provide the desire to return back COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
Where is our fight Doomed to be controlled, Like robots in the night, Our hearts growing cold.. Keeping us bound To open plan offices, Unnatural sounds And beige surfaces. When power is lost, Creativity strangled. Eyes staring glossed, At black rectangles. Just outside, A natural utopia. Yet everyday we hide and exist in sepia.. A life in monotony, Is not life at all. Its almost a felony, For time we can't recall.. This thinking we need to shed, These days slowly blurring. Like Benvolio said These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..
The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along. It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete. The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives. They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values. It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers. The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system. Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.
A hollow, showering light throughout itself Breaking apart the scene shows how it's gone down Broken the life of the clearing not yourself Eerie the time of the night delves like a gown A shroud appears from the depths of the darkness There's nothing that fire can hold or sure harness Calmness it is not, blanket of noise exists Screaming the spot caresses, I'm clenching fists Russell Sivey
there's no time for smiling anymore... Death cascades along the waterway- She smiles as she snatches time from the edge of my lips ''Time is in no way friend to you,"she says to me My enemy,my love,my passage...where did the meaning go? She again smiles...she seems as innocent as children floating in majestic meadows I awake- The morning is new The smiling is foreign inside of my darkened heart
My arms are being torn from me And I'm braced so I can't fight them. I can feel the chains digging Into my soul. My tears are mixing With my blood. I can feel my blood slowly hardening On my body. Chains are holding me Still so I can't fight those who hurt me. My arms have fallen now. The only part Of me left, is trapped. My body is leaning Back now, My friends Are watching in horror as I'm beginning to Fall. My screams echo when I Fall. My friend screams as she gets cut And I look up to her And stop at what I see. Everyone has fallen around me And there's nothing left. Now I know why we were hurt. It's simple we hurt for you.
Malevolence frolicks. A silohoutte unclear pursues, distantly viewed. Damp muskiness arises from the woodland floor. Fear and intrigue comingle with curiosity. A srceech owl obliviates the silence. Bravery bursts my terror, cautiously. Slow silent breaths accompany every step. Sweat trickles downward to my tongue. Salty and sanguine reminiscent of that last bite. My chest pounding, pounding, pounding. Afraid, but compelled to know. Indistinctly, in the distant woods, darkness waits. Entwined amid the twisted limbs stretching forth, Groping for a flash of light to make clear the path, Density disallows brightness amid the shadows. Forest trees, bent, bowed and gnarled, embracing, Hidden in the womb of darkness, pain – All of a sudden, I am frozen in my tracks. Leaves crunch behind me, footsteps! I feel a hand on my shoulder…invisible. This can't be real, but it seems so. Unexpectedly, someone jumps torward me. Reaching out with a horrendous yell. My throat tightens and no sound escapes. Then, comes the relief. It was only my brother Playing a joke in the dark! Ó November 22, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen
Our inner secrets Remain hidden behind fog We show facets of ourselves Like diamond ice crystals Trickling streams of our souls Dripping from cracked dam walls We walk through crowds Burying the inner turmoil Of our white water souls Behind hollow smiles Our emotions heavy like mist On a black-water lake Looking up for inspiration On fluffy white clouds The warm summer rain Droplets become a prism Forming rainbows The colors sprayed Throughout the sky A projected picture of hope Washing away the darkness We hope that someone Would find our Message in a bottle Or read between the lines Of that ripple The waves radiating out Like barriers to our strife Why do we lose ourselves in this ocean called life?
On this Night Everything that Loves will loose. Everything that lives At last will die. Forts will crumble. Fate will step back And nap. Lovers will cry and heartache will Laugh. Tonight in the Still Wind Cold.
To whit to be caught between two brothers and become the sport of many others She kept her heart from loving true but not from the damage passing through Oh twice spent the beauties coin did deliberate vengence to purloin thought knowingly did enter door in spite she cast them to the floor Though twas for couple it's own collusion the device and trap it's own illusion the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave Twas the story carried in her mind her face to others she wished were blind and with ones sight to look upon her heart to know in violence was her start She thought those sins would ever last or to shake the paths of her past in her fears her heart down cast she did not know to forgiveness ask Unable to differentiate between love and need or if womans desire was only greed If man looks upon her with his smile is he looking for love or just another trial She asks those questions to this day must there be violence to graveyard pay for many men have forced their way in their behavior did have no say COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
The sun is alone, But raindrops have many friends, Dancing through the storm.
In the dusty desolate desert Where once life abundant and thriving Stands a solitary, starving young lion Weakened, diseased but still striving With tears in his crusty wise eyes And last glare of sober defiance At he who wrecked havoc and mayhem With technology and burgeoning science With man's greed and arrogant needs He has plundered and pilfered and raped And stolen the essence of nature Rearranged, destroyed and reshaped For nothing exists in this barren wasteland Except dust, noxious gases and death For man has created this lion's demise Nothing moves, nothing stirs, not a breath As he struggles to take his last bow And lowers his head to the ground Last sigh from the king of the jungle The end of all life and all sound
flowers sweetly scenting the air – a honey bee stings
The time of life has come to halt for the grim reaper owns my soul. His timing and acuteness never fault. To take my life is his goal. The shortness of a love once known. The greatness of my internal fear. While as he enters i sit all alone and i begin to shed a tear. My fate with chess betrayed me through the hourglass i stare the time has come for me to leave my body and soul no longer an even pair. My body still lies where it fell my soul for eternity will burn in hell.
I am not related to tomorrows, Severed from them I am related to my yesterdays The suffered realites Do not trust the future. Passing through the endless period of grimness, I have owned them. Absence of miseries Is not the culmination of the anguish. Painful past, More known, more intimate is acceptable I am afraid of the future, The unknown tomorrow.
Tell Me Why… Ecosystems live. Biodiversity thrives. Where…man is least found. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 14, 2010 Poetic form: Haiku
Jogging silently through murky night. Wanting, Hogging contorted chirps of nocturnal eyes. Feel the pressure from the heel to toe, heel toe. Heel now! An evil moan as Pain himself sets deeply into motion. Heal. I shy away with backward glances vigilant, aware. Finding broken skin with bandages infested. Time, the slowest of the many factions Divides again in multiples of permeated fractions. All amiss again accounting for the soiled actions. I sigh and fall before the rage. Emptiness floods through the gate.
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose that train of thought a garden of delight but the problems of tomorrow life will choose I'll have made my decisions life to change like those who swear off a habits lent but when I awake the flesh will rule and for its desire time will be spent I can tie my shoes not even thinking the customs of my fathers not forget every path of life is set before us but living without reasoning I'll regret If I do not reflect upon all history or upon the strand of life I live I'm doomed to failure of its mystery if attention to its standards I not give But so embedded in my body its demands that wars with my minds intelligence though I know of carnalities commands my will power will make light of its pretense So only of my own needs will I seek I'll not consider your life or your duress for I only look upon the man in mirror and of all its lies I'll not confess My focus will be only what I can see its mind not be shaped by what I do for the spirit belonging to the carnal man will never seek or rely upon what's true I will flatter myself and you with praise I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor or to fill what is empty I'll not address With assertions of the common beliefs invoke for upon my peers I lavish jest what's intricate has likely suffered broke for this is why you'll never see my best I plan to fill my life with pleasures song for the universe cares not about my grave there is no such thing as right or wrong so with merriment I choose my road to pave Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense the struggle of its strife too hard to fight I have no shield for all my lacks defense in all of this I've failed my own insight I will speak to you as though I really care but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend because of course all know life's not fair like all actors only my role will I defend So there you have it a nutshell If I do any good at all I'll want its praise for I have set to establish my own glory and to be written on your memory my days source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter Romans 10:3 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
there is a moon, shining all alone under all seas looming side to cloud fall in our night and wait for the one who makes slip in the prowl the beasts hold night at growl howling their sorrows move midnight forever is tomorrow come to our dark we run deep in the dusk trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun trust your yearning haven safely break grey sky a-standing standing far astray lost under the sun lost under the sun lost under the sun lost under the sun there is a place marble floor and blue there is a space that was meant for what was you summer now white a different sort of lone cold in our skin deeps looking towards our glow lost under the sun lost under the sun lost under the sun lost under the sun
I scream for your pain I scream for your gain I scream to go back to just being alright again vanity spread out coast to coast the ones I trust always gave so much of what I needed most, companion dark Saturn dark Saturn silent as a lantern like a ghost in the mist that just exists inclined towards preservation An inkling towards a razor blade sharper than an inner voice more extreme than radical beliefs that brings you to your knees animal traffic what can I sell what do you need they call the catch lady It happens, its real meditate towards the other side growing up in heaven crime spikes in limelight make the north star shine bright stuck in a Rutgers ruck I scream. towards the old me if only it would hold me I wish it may have told me a hint of advice for the long nights when the closest touch of empathy could have saved or broken me Fragile as a baby's bloom a flood flashes warning signals a mountain starts in the foothills a subtle trace of nightshade lipstick open stone cold deadly eyes
A blood-red owl and a pale white raven Sit on my shoulder all through the night The sun rises and they won't let me be The day, what now, I thought they'd leave with the light Plague my mind Ever and for still the night Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall Falling farther and I can't make this right. Little deaths are breaking me down It's killing me inside so I can't hear the sound Of her eyes calling me away There's nothing left to say, I can't keep you around, Toes curl at the owl's screech in the night The sun setting and I turn away I can't stand the sight I just lost another day.
Storm approaches me Calm hides truth, shows all the fear First drop: rain or tear
What clears the thoughts of grief? Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief? With a sour taste of pride, Your castle has been watered down Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride? My smile has been watered down to a frown Release the tainted spirit Gliding hoarsely in my bones I rudely throw a fit What could get rid of chanting gnomes? Unfold these watered down regrets Fiddling with my migraines Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave Don't you guys have any brains? Am I the only one going insane in the rain? Shame... Negativity swarms in muddied roads You watered down my sprouting growth Your eruption croaking as frightening toads Let your guilt be your oath Let your suffering be sevenfold Roaming from grassland to awful city, I find you rather rude... Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned On this wondrous amount of gratitude Let my suffering take its penalty What clears the thoughts of grief? I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief Check out the fields of crops Once in a while, take a chance to water it down Unroll your generosity Thrive to gather your duty together Take a sip of the wine, A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief Don't return to your old ways, Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down gently Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure I worry this obsession is ominous Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory? The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, rage-stricken and snappy Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops Unroll your generosity towards their needs It only takes a few drops Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt Thrive to gather your duty together So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads tied with stable string Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight down to your chimney top
The monologue of burnt out subjects ========================== The monologue of wind has stopped its hum a while admiring nothingness of this vale; there are stumps of trees where verdant has once been scalded by a famished forest flame. She sees the red flickers of light at the mute nights and choke them with pillows. The spots of burnt fears seeded her awake eyes. The monologue of wind isn't really its own; it is what my shouts has become, some lame drones. Of course the death of trees has long been predicted; the way people has said that our spell will end and she will depart me there, in the forest when the fire will begin from a corner… In the vale, wind passes, hissing; I am nowhere like those trees. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Two realities. = "You can never give someone something without losing it, feeling its loss." He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on the currencies quivering in the evening breeze coming down. Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs. The monies disappear soon, like those clever parrots, always alert. He is now my appointed guide; together we enter the verdant density of the immense unknown. From behind, my hotel's verandah tries to keep looking at us through green trees and leaves; at last utterly fails. We come to the ancient cedar with two owls, presently sleeping. A rodent comes out to try to salvage the foods, it has left hearing steps. Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be same 'hide and seek' before the rodent is eaten. We are there. Waiting for a predator as entertainment. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
There is a River flowing down the hill Dump your waste on her and make the kill For there was no one to question the maker The lifeless River stinks of human squander, She was cursed and rotting all the way Carcasses, feces, condoms – they stay. We were repulsed by her sight For we have to clear the den fortnight. She was our most preferable Bin A place where we cleanse our sin. Little did we know that she was our daughter But there is no time to spare, she had to be slaughtered. We ripped her to pieces and danced on our tears, Together we rejoiced celebrating it with cheers. I am the proud River once known to all! Then came the day I met my downfall. If you think I'm sad you're mistaken I'll strike with vengeance and leave your world shaken. Restore me back to the days of glory - or else Count the days and be prepared to be sorry. You thought I was powerless and preferably dead I will claim what's mine, that's enough to be said. Where thou art mighty god, ye hath forsaken me But I don't procrastinate 'to be is what to be.' On the Day of Judgment don't expect me to have a heart For it was decades since you ripped it apart.
There is no Heaven or hell; Satan nor God Just born into darkness and continue to fall I was born to fail; failure is all that I know And I am fueled by a hatred that continues to grow Happiness is a nightmare; your pain is my dream I take offence to every moment you breathe You are my problem; problems you cause And once you are gone, all problems are solved A plague is all that you are; a virus that eats me So I am going to die and I am taking you with me Pollute, create your smog; hopefully smother It's nothing to what you have done to your mother You live for a second; eternity I've suffered My path now is the sun, it is all for the better
I have nothing to say, I have nothing to say. Here are my dreams, take them away. Here is my love, shut it down. As I breathe in, as I breathe out. Nothing from nothing, its all the same. No wind for my sails, no reason to change. There is only I, and I won't take the blame. I'll leave you outside, to sit in the rain. The clouds they will pass, but the dirt will remain. The water on your skin, will evaporate. But the pain in your bones, will always ache. I want to leave, but I always stay. I will be broken again, at the break of the day. I don't go to sleep, because I'll just have to wake. I'll just have to rise, and relearn my pain. I am the fainting robin, my life is in vain. The old is the new, and its all the same. I am not a poet, I am just a name. The writing on the wall, is written on my face. I have nothing to do, I have nothing to say.
Jolted Jolts of lightning bolts, electrical currents traveling up and down my spine. thundering and lightning inside me, all the time. storms and squalls are in my heart - tornado, hurricane. hurry, do come back to me or i shall go insane!
Unobserved Images Of A Closed Mind A prism of light All the beauty of the spectrum Swirling in endless waves Twisting in strange patterns around my mind Their movement unlike anything ever seen Neither man nor nature could imagine such colors Pastel clouds drift across a bright azure sky Birds dance through leafy trees Animals scurry and hide in the golden flowers A woman dressed in a sheer silver nightgown stands on the shore Before her waves break on jagged blackish blue rocks The sound is that of a symphony written by the gods Sounds that man's orchestras could never create Sounds that even nature could devise in its infinite mind Performed only for a select few The few who have seen the other realities The dimensions hidden by closed minds of the humans It takes a belief that mortal man cannot attain At least not until he realizes that his mortality is not important His hatred is nothing that universes care about He is of no value until he can see Until he can learn that he is not alone and they have noticed They have judged And they gave man, humankind, one more chance To live and let live Without hatred or judgment Without war or violence Just live
Over cooked. No one eats it. It becomes a Mother. A nurturing feast. of Maggots. At least it has more heart than you.
Autumn is violent here The leaves throw themselves from the branches Performing neat somersaults A final salute to the summer they have loved And lost Even down here On the pavement In their last moments They bleed summer Sunset blood sticks To the soles of our shoes
I feel in this moment every tremble of the Earth. Every consequence of it's freedom, the quakes disaster for moving, the waves erosion of life, the devastation of windy captivity- the scars of light. I am born, and I must again die to be what I am supposed to be. This carriage is not right, I fall inside fold into breaking froths. I don't want to be normal, I want you to be me. I want to be what's right, and for you all to see the pain you cause, just by being the way you are. The ghost is not natural, death is the reasonable. Let me live intended. Let me let me go. I just want to be myself. Let my words breathe your sight, don't you know the hurt of hiding? I want to collapse in hail, swim down mountains and forget everything I ever knew! I want to find the one who will go when it's time, and come back without reason. because I am alive I am not man made. I am oxide continuum and I don't want anything more than the transitions!
I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life You are like a labyrinth; I can't untangle the mayhem without any clues Spill out your emotions…there's a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse I don't have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise? I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts Of destruction and decadence Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance Do you accept my benevolence towards you? Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams? Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you? Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems? Your contemplation is another expedition to trek You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace Rise from the cave and attack…there's a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs I don't have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze? I doubt I'm nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation And destructive formation, Springing forth the equipment of your Turmoil and damnation With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to Destruction and recklessness That I, by no means, address
Cherry blossoms shudder like weeping women their delicate pink tears tickle the pond's icy surface Pawn fish pond. The golden bream of Koi lustre mired in cold spring water They shadow dance next to the green bank where blades of frozen crocus' huddle together for warmth The Gods move so slowly these days Sighing on the black wings of crows who wonder if Winter will ever end
Shame Remains the same But, I'm sure I'm its victim IT SURE NEEDS A TRIM... I feel ugly and slim Devour The tower Of darkness Leading me to distress... I'm in a miserable mess Kill The pill Of sadness Swallowing me whole - I'm hopeless My gratitude transforms to frustration... Do you sense my agitation...? Feel The steel In MY heart Pounding me to death... COULD ANYONE TAKE HEART? ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE MONSTERS TEAR ME APART?? COWER Away from the Dark and morbid tower OF SHADINESS Throwing bricks at me... I'm choking on the dry paint of filthiness Do you hear my screams? Do you feel my stress? Will you keep me in your dreams? Do you want me to be full of happiness? Do you want to rest for the day OR put it aside and increase my dismay? SHAME Has no beautiful name But, it sure gets me Worked up and distressed... When I look back at the tower, I don't feel the best... Let me flee!! Let me rest... ...or I'll feel tired and depressed
Web wet with dew sparkles in morning light The spider toiling all night Hoping for a banquet Working all night to support family Caught up in a web of debt Hopes for a miracle 5/26/14
Your fingers writhe beneath my skin Tangling themselves in my veins. You are a parasite, connected and feeding off of my pain Like the fiend you are. I want to cut you off And discard you, watch you withdraw, But I know that pulling free Would leave you with pieces of me.
Oyster days = Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Now it is a great city where her painted dwelling overlooks the marine-drive, now resembles a pearls' string with all those inviting lights. She has friends for parties, chats, for cheers and for gossips; now that she has opened up. A small town is there in her deepest memories. Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Does she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting; when calamities come like swift toed stranger wearing a galling grin and knowing, she has no protective shell of zinc, iron, calcium? The needle marks and habits are washed at the rehab. Doctor prescribes this or that, for stress, for mind and for health. She almost laughs at a pill. It is boasting to be made out of oyster elements. All is coming back to her. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Awakening to the shout of the sun Animals scurry in the underbrush As I step out, barefooted, into the damp grass. Alive and blood coursing Through my veins, I am Astonished at how fresh I feel. All aglow with red cheeks shining And now I hesitate as My memory fills with all the cares I carry But the birdsong is too much for me And I begin to hum along with them. A lone human voice Joining the concert that is Nature In all its delight and wonder. Why should I burden this beautiful dawn With all that so often weighs on me? The joy of the day is greater than Anything that we contrive To distract us from the music of the firmament. The eager embrace of the warm sun And the anticipation of the possibility of All that is to come. I dance to the possible To the unknown and unforeseen, whatever it may be. To live is to see with constant wonder What we never knew could be.
Deep You cannot reach me I am far beyond your grasp Slipping beneath the waves The air is so far away From the depths i'm in Absolute zero is Clay Only the surface of my skin Void to warmth of sunshine Farther than the light can reach Evolving to live on the shallows' waste Been so long since there's been taste Bottomfeeder wants to be a leach Down here, the pressure is immense A vacuuous life Intensely defensive Silently sighing some more Holding my breath The plunge awaits In patient certainty But the water does not discern It runs deeper than the fates And the point of no return
You know and have seen all I have done and made me view all one by one my own iniquity so clearly I see What possible value can you find in me Words I have spoken that caused others pains deeds not worth speaking who's knowledge remains How many times have I others failed against the treatment by so many I railed Oh Lord you have seen all that I am each deed in the life that do I span remove from me all vanity and lies and all my own actions that I so despise Chasten me not in your hot displeasure for the words of your law are the things that I treasure Day and night I consider your laws things of my failings that so give me pause I reel within since you've opened my eyes and the self delusion who was my disguise I fear to think of what I might find If I could see clearly with sight of your mind I bow beneath the sins I discovered with praise and thanks to know they are covered My feet had slipped into the path of sinners My heart was cold for so many winters Years I have your understanding sought since the first time I knew I was bought like a repurchaser in ancient times out of slavery who's chains defines The sources of waters and light that gives life with betrothment to your Son I am wife with forgiveness you have my heart won a gift you've created for the heart of your Son May I always your Loves wisdom to listen within the world this was what was missing over and over you have proved yourself loyal May I never by actions the truth of it spoil sources Ps. 38 Ps. 51 Pr.1 Acts 20:28 Rev. 21:6-27 COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
Die my little cherry You unearthly rotten berry I won't sit on your cloud Because of you, I am not proud You're just a wicked canker soar Of you there are plenty more Die my little cherry You unearthly rotten berry Your tastes have gone sour You were never a pretty flower I watch you wilt and weaken Your branches look ill and beaten Looks like you're out of season...
At every first birthday party I'll allow you to blow out your own candles but let me blow a heart shaped balloon and bubbles of love just for you In cold foggy mists on days of thunder Let me heat you with the sight of my breath Let me smoke you with warmth from my fire that I've reserved from days of stress After occasions of major proportion Let me sigh a relief of exhaustion Readily and heavily, I'll carry your burdens When days are dark, hear my voice I'll smokeline the air for your offspring and leave them with stormclouds of possibility When my time is done, let them feel my whispers. Hear my laughter in the howling wind and dance as I sing at the top of my lungs I'll spread screaming pollen spores On my rollercoaster back they'll soar As I bring flowers toward the living Shouting for the sake of remembrance Take skyward the dust from my bones But let my soul's legacy linger forever For I've given much more then my all Please, let my last breath be never
As the line's listless structure leapt into attentive control; It's purpose for existence instantly acknowledged. The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line's condensation, Informed of its instant transformation, Leaps to the water's corresponding constitution, Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current's rippling surface. Instantly, a silent connection has arisen. One derived out of technology, Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons, Originating before explorations in genetics. Taking solice in a meal of two moons, How could one resist this temptuos delight? Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color, Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.
We thrust ourselves on you Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling Every vestige of your dignity. We hurl ourselves at you Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous To possess you in your entirety Yet, we feel no shame For Raping the world we live in. For Being the architects of a ghetto That once was Paradise.
' Mimicry ' 23rd Senryu Is That Mimicry ? … Yeah ! … A Caged, Enraged Polly Parrot-Parody !
E xquisite sorrow taste it I did bring forth the holy grail of grief bend and bow the muse to me to sing of lost loves entropy let's drink a toast together from this bitter sacred cup Exquisite sorrow the finest vintage Please don't spill Don't make me lick it up. taste it I did
As the sound surrounds, acapellas and solos resound , with silent and loud proverbs and nouns. Taking one to and from the crowd. With the change of a song, a track, melting the wax, breaking the mold, running away with it, while bringing it back. Pumping through the veins , reaching arteries , articles and ventricles making them more than 2 and 3 dimensional. The various combinations of words and beats that make the heart beat. How neat the flux that is created. How a mirror's image without paint can be painted. How emotions and their corrosions can be peacefully or violently narrated. Through his finger tips, inking quiet melodies. Inspiring and annunciating thoughts that act but may only at times taste like a remedy for the memories. Creating with it a crate full of symphonies composed of prose and poetry. The same feeling of tranquility received when feet enter the warmth of the moist sand. Played continuously in varying songs in all pores of the body by a miniscule band. This is how is orchestrated the workings of not our fellow man, but he, the music man. Ask him the question of, "Why so much depth, emotion, and passion brought forth by your hand?" He'll reply ," Look I can say that tunes are an essential fragment of my essence. I can make an analogy comparing how dear music is to me say and say it's how to a flower's life crucial is lights presence. I can even go on to say I exhale the things that society wants banned. But in all honesty I'm inspired by a lot of things. But it's mainly because of the music.........Man."
' This Parade ' 8th Senryu Rain … On 'This' Parade Returns Back To Angry Cloud Answer of Acid
' The Weed ' 13th Senryu A Weed-Like, Sick Plant Roots to Shoots and Rise to Rant … Infectious, Like That
THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN MOTHER NATURE I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled And damn it, my coffee over-boiled So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose PORTENDING Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she's the most beautiful bud that grows This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that's what I think Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead Some were gregarious, some of them were shy But I remember this one particular squirrel guy He'd come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies Where there WAs no sickness, illness nor disease Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let's them live And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give Birds NO LONGER TO to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs I'm telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
Up the polished ceiling above my bed In my bedroom resting for a while, A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet With dead silence in his spider tongue Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood So unconscious of to-be catastrophe Bony spine of mine chills enough To freeze my whole body like an ice For the certainty of yet another calamities Befalling on my quiet turbid heart At any moments of my present life. My desire to rest for a while with My frightened and horror-stricken mind Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror As if torched with mother of bomb Runs naked towards the camera lens With my screams frozen in frame That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres To the severe fading wall of my bedroom. That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality Sinks in time warped depth of ocean Damped with futuristic dirt and dust Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of An embryonic present matured to rare earth Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity. June 28, 2003
Used to look through child's eyes Used to stare at star ridden skies Used to smile at silly sounds Used to dream of the future's bounds Used to play in the thicket of my mind Used to search for a place to hide Used to act like story book heroes Used to count from 100 back to zero Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red Used to believe all the words that everyone said Used to want a big house and brand new car Used to hope that I could someday set the bar Used to use my imagination Used to use that motivation Now being used by my frustration Of being used by my own generation Used to... used to... You know I used to... Use it all without a thought Used too... Used too... We're all being used too... Bought and sold like an old iron pot Used to... used to... You know we all used to... Dream our world would never rot Used too... Used too... It's all being used too... All our resources from bottom to top Used to sit up all hours of the night Used to believe that people were alright Used to think that we could still pull through Used to think that everybody knew Used to have faith in the 'truth' Used to see their words as proof Used to hide these tears I'd cry Used to hold my head up high Used to think I had a grasp Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask Used to act like there was no problem Used to hypocritically mock any and all of 'em Used to use their aspiration Used to use their motivation Now they use their investigation To bind us to their administration Used to... used to... You know I used to... Use it all without a thought Used too... Used too... We're all being used too... Bought and sold like an old iron pot Used to... used to... You know we all used to... Dream our world would never rot Used too... Used too... It's all being used too... But when will this mass consumption ever stop?
You shake and stir throughout the room. You cause a scare with what may loom. To bring so much fear to the young. To make them stop and hold their tongue. Many are scared 'cause of the dark. I won't back down cause it's all bark. You've made people feel so much gloom, but I know you are not my doom. by, Ryan Vaterlaus
Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun Our "Mother Earth" has filled her graves; dread stays. Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws. She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day. And from her belly under seas roars cause. Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath. Disaster bound its heart to tears affright. Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death. She killed the young and old with just one bite. Gone; children ripped from parents while they played. And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay. In moments those that lived had passed away. Now destitute, survivors to God pray. The rich and poor together work, none tire. Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days? The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors', ire. Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze. The world looks on with wonder, all amazed. Resilient, pained, some brave survivors' fight. For tragedy had thrust death's dreadful phase. But human strengths arose to face their plight. As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed. Reminding all who lived that we are one. United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed. Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun. © © Dane Smith-Johnsen January 31, 2010 Poetic form: Quatrain
Bitter dregs of life's elixir just enough sweet to bury the bitter small tastes of what is fine to keep us going within our time Love is not a convenient thing when it disappears the heart does sting though full does it make everything when gone sorrow and weeping ashes to ashes, dust to dust though bowed low in you I'll trust you have torn away my shield naked before you within your field Oh cherished muse hear my cry through falls of tears did loved one die swayed and shaken by what I feel hills and valleys and waves I reel accursed is the lot of man death destroys the golden strand no resistance even strong here land the mouth of grave does ever expand Though I cherish knowledge of the future currant cuts and pain beneath the suture the loss and grief of present time can make a woman lose her mind All mankind of this chalice drink It's liquid swallowed on the brink ingested fluid in each man's hour against it's draft has no man power Imprisoned in death are family and friends and some few have met kinder ends into tombs and crypt and grave descends and upon it's bed many confess their sins Even those having been reborn will face the coming of it's storm our souls descended of this family tree and you oh Jah will hold our memory Into the dust our lives return await the future for which we yearn and sink we do into the maw of death till times resurrection Son returns our breath Every nation the memorial tombs do field in it's demise our truths do yield and to it's rest are all paths sealed even those who to the truth have kneeled Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13 Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
So cold and epmty So putrid and dark Rotting away from sin As your broken limbs fall off one by one Your petals wont stay up anymore They just keep falling to the floor Your roots that were once so strong Are cracked and brittle You cannot nourish yourself from God's earth anymore As you shrink into the ground You can't be called a home either Since all you do now is wither away Once you were so full of vibrant colors Now leaves you with nothing I don't know where it all went The storms came And off you were sent You couldnt handle the storms anymore Your life was being filled with turbulence You needed to get away from the thing that was taking your life... When the only thing you were really doing was... Embracing it!
The passing of three generations. Not changing your shirt for three days. Is this nuclear escalation? of a new era, or just wheat fields in the middle of a sway? What counts time? A clock that measures the pulses of the universe, or the relativity that relates it. Either way can the melting snow, the sprouting weed, the change of season, does it matter? What is different now, so important to us that won't be relevant to the past? Washing three days ago, and my nails are full of dirt. Does this mean God is dead? or just make time for the show, it is what we work for, locked up in the houses of the head.
Oh my friend I never saw in your many cards so written in all the dances when we were close to know that you were smitten as I look into my past and those who would me woo with the many letters here I could not see you Never once did I respond to words that showed you care though because I was afriad and ne'er my heart to share I apologize for being blind to the world did I surrender and to you for being kind and kindness did not I render As often times I think of you and what life may have brought Mayhaps if you had spoken true and not kept in your thoughts perhaps had you seen mine eyes and the anguish dwelling there who always saw the words as lies my judgement wasn't fair Now I can see the tenderness the gently wooing you and the effort you had strived to make me see it too I carry guilt for pains I caused with scales mine eyes were closed like water in a fingers grasp Mine heart in still repose More than twenty years have passed I've had no time to think to consider how you felt till I could put to ink the endless refusing of even a few who deeply showed their care To you all I apologize in future amends I swear COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
PLEASE STAY PLANTED FOR ME Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring mother nature said "flowers shouldn't be for sale†as brown and dead removed their veil they shed their masks of coldness and snow so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go it's almost time for a picnic by that lake and if it be your will my heart is yours to take should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen please don't leave me now at the springtime's request when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
spring flowers arrive when all old roses show their ugly thorns (January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Be still, my love...I whisper steadily... The predator is out to kill...hush now! Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely... Get ready...my dove...I shout fearlessly... The hawk will snatch you with a thrill...be brave now! Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...
Fresh entity deceived me of late; I faltered forward upon jagged toes. My soul was once an open gate, now drawn shut to ward off hate. Betrayed by the aroma of sweet repose, then pricked and left by mistaken rose. Her stem bleeds bitter. Having tasted pain, she has spurned felicity. Lying in wait to parch the soil, oblivious to her own demise, her karma has led to clearer skies. Forthwith sweet Mother earth embroiled, nimiety of roots dried and spoiled; she shrivels up and dies.
Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight! It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air! Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here! Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear. A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee! With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.
Have you ever seen The portrait of a dog Painted on the road, Not in the great tradition Of living colours as you'd Expect, but in all the Terror and detail of An untimely death? Have you ever seen The sketch of an imposing house Rendered not in vibrant charcoal But the coal of shattered Hopes and burnt out hulks- The work of the Great Artist above Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger? Have you ever seen The picture of an ocean beach With dark waters lapping The fish-laid shore, Not the magnum opus of A master in oils; but The work of an oil slick? Have you ever seen These great Works of Art? And have you ever wondered why You had to be The great portrait Of a Master Caricaturist?
I use time not on shorelines, watching The great yellow orb…..never rushing To fade and rest…..before the laughing Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance With the gadfly, that flatters free As I spend the stolen time Enjoying the nature's rhyme Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is No match against the brutal force of nature Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture The innocent soul, that still bleeds In silence, the mango tree heeds The wailing beats of its heart Hapless, lying on the dead ground While hungry beast started to pound Feasted….till whole's torn apart Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder Mango tree, a glorious image Of little robin, now, in rage No clue, if ever peace will live In the heart of those, once, deceived What goodness will it give watching… The sun fades sure darkness it'll bring? Certainly, no one knows, but me The secret of a mango tree
An ol' cowboy was just sittin' On his horse for sittin's sake, 'Mongst the trees of time regrettin' Those brief bubbles on the lake. They reminded him of childhood— They brought back his very youth— When all things were simple and good And a man's vow was the truth. But things got so complicated As all the years made him wise, And he loved things he once hated And life became compromise. So here he's now just awaitin' In this world that he did make— To shun or shake hands with Satin As bubbles burst on the lake.
Given love and hope and warmth and light The seedling can begin its fight Defy the elements trying to survive Trying so hard despite its short time alive Your love and hope and warmth and light Is all that gets me through the night I would surrender without you by my side Drowned by all of the tears I cried Given hate and despair and darkness cold The seedling never even grows old Brutally defeated by the frigid frost Cold winds blow another life is lost My hate and despair and darkness cold Is closing my heart making me old Overwhelmed by all the time I've lost My soul is a land of tundra and frost
The cadence swells in the starlit sky The light still dwells when night is nigh That one last ray that lingers long Fades with majesty; is gone. One last kiss goodnight One more dawn tonight One more time How can I resist my nature How can I give in to sorrow How can I rejoice Be sure that all that I have felt Will be beautiful tomorrow In time, all fades to gray In time, lost to the wave In time, distilled and saved Salved by the mists of time Perfection comes to time One moment, stretched into eternity One moment, 'fore the day is gone Will last, will linger on my tongue As I see That there is nothing left to say That there is nothing left to do But to observe But to perceive That ray, falling deep into the starlit few Cast into the colors of the night Falling on forever out of sight How? Do I dare to taint the moment? With one thought, my heart is rent Forever from the prism of my tears The night reflects into the ancient years By perfection sent Into eternity By a crystal cry A moment meant in me The thrill of beauty in the wave The sea that swells, the sea that saves The waves that lap against the shore The waves that, depthless, are no more The moon that rises casts a light And in the water is a sight A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky A shadow of reality that would but be a lie To see the points of light My eyes rejoice the night But in that shadow, in that plane So phantomed once, I see again And a moment now is shattered Into a thousand fragments at my feet As I see the end in it all Ah, the night will be the night And the sea will be the sea Until the question bears and drowns in me
I am new lava flow covered in dense sand, the Mojave Desert of the soul. I am the arid places, the barren areas, the well packed pebbles too tight for seeds. And in rare events, when rain releases a prayer, I quickly let the waters blow though my hardened runnels and glow like a nude vegetable. Dean Walker
I'm grieving like a weeping willow tree I'm hanging on the branches Colliding…colliding Like leaves falling one by one, My life is failing to seek the light (I don't wanna face His wrath)… And I blurred out the sun I'm drooping like a weeping willow tree I'm hanging helplessly…my sorrow hatches Abiding…subsiding… Like leaves plunging every hour, My life is wandering off of God's path (Do I still look precious in God's sight?)… And I can't help but cower I'm trembling like a worn-out cigarette My doom is caving in…and I crumble… I'm starving for Your comfort… I'm upset My fate is close at hand…yet I still crumble Into ash.
Writhing in the breeze, I see it now, The way the leaves bow to my vicious palms, The insects kneel before me, All they can see is my feet really, And I end it.
Fusing closed Secrete yourself away In vermilion blossoms Inside hushed anguish Coiling up In a fetal comfort Beyond everything Denying breath Slowly fading Within the confines Of a blood red rose
No citadel's too tall for mortals like you. Even acclivity of mounts fear of bipeds like you. Adam's ale in its ampleness has lost its meaning. And only with your condonance, do the flowers un-bud and birds do sing. But let's see, if this almighty can pass in my little catechism; And a test it is; shouldn't be misconceived with any criticism: So, in the unfolding, will you also make the butterfly to unfold, its hued aileron as per your yearn and control? And As per your hankering, will you as well repaint, the black calamus of the cormorant? What has been quenching the thirst for years, will now go from blue to black? will you do all this to everyone and Then save yourself the flak? Will the new clock scoot a tick? The viaducts have no brick? Will the berdas rumble and the cougars sing? Will the off-springs dummy up their begetters in the forthcoming? Succumb or give an answer, are the only ways you've got! Cause' what you've been doing, I dub it as prying. And there exists no amnesty for what you've been trying. You've been a fine jeweler for the prime; Validating the originality of a corundum's been your style. So how come you changed your vogue; negative appraisal is all you report? Since when were you born with the power to transmogrify? One could not get to azure, if you ever denied? It's never too late for home, even if you start back today, You're never too late for home, if you grow into a new You on the way. You've been vexing the orb for years and yet go on, cause it owns no speech. Narcissistic you are I hate to say; You never did as you preached. But you still get a chance, to outweigh all your flaws, Capitulate to the architect; cause he's the only one who knows, How the orb would relearn to live and the art for the orb to re-grow. To bend is not for the anemic; But for those who aspire to learn. Meek you're not but strong enough to have 'to be transformed', as what you yearn. Believe me when you reach home today, they will get to see the stronger You. For yes, I'd still like to admit No citadel's too tall for a mortal like you.
Speak we of our character lost Effect of slanders wicked cost Aimed as a weapon to fire Puts reputation on burning pyre Careful planting the malevolent word Pretending to wish it hadn't been heard Within the confines of inevitable fate Rarely give the dice a fair shake Loaded meaning are there to be found Casting unknowing victims to ground Caught in the fire is the unwary Who know naught that the intent to bury Alas the attempt to defend ones self Does nothing but reinforce such stealth It is better for the one who has bled To leave his ranting and raving unsaid For only time can heal the wound When malignant speech comes to tomb Time unfolds the tales told Even be they glib lies bold So rest comes easy naught To the one who's lies have bought His friends and world eventually Won't be blind but certainly see That actually to reverse was true That he was wicked but not you COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
I see a perfect reflection in the mirror of the pool. Not a breath of wind to disturb its clarity. I gaze awhile until a single raindrop sends ripples of disruption to destroy the perfection - distorting the image; rupturing my expression; deforming the shape of my torso. Another raindrop falls and even more so until the image is a blur, swirling, whipped up by the whistling wind. I stand by the pool as the storm builds; thunder stealthily approaching from behind the distant hills. Magnificent in its crescendo. Lightning flashing, booming, crashing. Then the silence as the storm passes. Wind dropped, no more rain, and a perfect reflection in the pool again.
When the world ends,i will be a man, of unhealthy appearance, spineless,a life of hardship. Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties, assumed the presidency by fraud, killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet. I was the great seducer,according to master plan. The world ruler. Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected. Death awaits all men, tickling my vanity again. The rejoinder of power thirsty. Keep to the path, and posterity will be the judge. Knocking on heaven's door, the man who sold the world.
Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom the fuchias have died from winters fright the cold gate of winter has released it's might and yet in hybernation is the possum the spires of the foxglove will skip this year within the glacial tears have winnowed past then distilling of snow hardened fast anon the daffodils and violets will appear The shoots of life spring forth in arias song the frost within the heart of winter fled fountains bound forth from waters shed they have all been kissed upon by dawn In the hills the trails gates are broken winters past has smote it's autumn languishing leaves can never blossom and beauty of it's death rarely spoken Purple lupine forest yet to stretch the meadow the wetland swamps lay still in fallow yet is tendered by frog and swallow soon the cattails and water lillies fellow The leaping children of the woodland forest will spring forth from lonely glen and years to rushed for blessing men yet in it's radience within does rest Seems felonious that within rejuvination that the doubts of men should sprout when manifest of nature does so shout that rebirth to life and love it's susperation But one must chose what one's course is fated rebirth it's possibility to man in soil the breath of life to land Nature has so amply demonstrated COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A part of me was lost today. Misplaced. Burned by the embers from the fire I grieve with angst anew from the bowels deep within. My world stopped spinning today. Abruptly. Skidding to a halt, leaving tire-tracks in my soul I am submerged in the misery that resides as an unwelcomed guest. There is no sun today. Concealed. Blocked away, and incomplete I am forever chained to the burden of this truth Deep within, I'm mourning. A part of me died today. Forever. Stirring quietly in the autumn wind Ashes of hope spread over the sea as pieces of me are buried.
I have been redeemed from young love's wreck. The call and beck of your heart: redeem, heal. Numbed the feel and lie of unwanted/ unworthy. Soul scurvy was every thought in mind and heart. But I start again knowing love is all that is eternal. And as a kernel of truth infects this barren field of mine, another line is drawn in the dirt between truth and lie. Claw and tooth they fight for the victory of my Amen. Do you ken? That a thousand lies are like the sand on the shore? And sure they abound, but truth is the surf in which we swim, and dim is that sand beneath our bellies. And under the current, the lies ever recurrent surface once more. Only to be washed, lost again. As the tide pulls us away once more...
119 degrees at my house 110 at the airport I'm going to the airport
Didn't ask you why In case you are wondering whether or not to answer me It's just another day here in the universe if you can't find an excuse not to meet me then, let's get together and join forces in this moment (which has outlasted so many moments) The dream which blossoms in the sun is something you must contend with For lights in the distance are signaling us and we must understand them as best we can Eyes are watching us let's not disappoint them by our inaction It's just a show after all In the sunlight you will find what you want Have patience, friend This day in the universe may last longer than you think it will Let's move while we can Our part has yet to play itself out For you see in this garden universe We do have a role of some importance to play
There are things never told. Autumn air apple crisp in cooling sun. We cannot let go of memories when darkness comes near. We bring them back, reach upward, grasp then like stars among leaves now green and saffron of season. We never pray for trivial things-- we only know we are alive when apple season comes and orchards blend ruddy and turquoise in crackling afternoons brimful of buckets gone heavy with harvest.
A sailors moon reddened with lost love scarlet in sorrow serenading deaths victims in a desperate plea for them to come home A sailors moon dark with the desperation of lovers a farewell speech a fleeting mirage of familiarity a forgotten fragility of the heart A sailors moon cold and cumbersome heavy and burdensome only to be lifted with the light of day
What have you done oh God of my heart with love of a man you have filled every part there was peace here once now it is gone I stand alone though to him I belong Why is it always the ones that I love never return that gift from above Love was supposed to bring us joy but the one I love I seem to annoy will I find peace in the dust of death it seems more desirable than a heart bereft for in death is the comfort of peace wherefore the pangs of life seeks release no toils , no trouble , six feet below away from the fates I have come to know beneath pale moon and her starry sky to you alone whose tears hear me cry my heart and its parts were given to you to what I have learned I have tried to be true the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame a prison I cannot seem to its name conflict and strife abiding here now in a place that had peace alongside my vow a crimson tide has washed my soul the seeds of desire have taken their toll I think I need freedom if I am to live but my heart to another it seems you would give what good can it do him if he cannot see the depth of the loving dwelling in me why I ask why have you done this thing where is the joy you hoped to him bring this one is very long if you wish to complete the reading please use this link as it is 777 characters over whats allowed.......www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=448188090980 in fact I have more than several I cannot post as they are too long for apparently those with attention deficit disorder... COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
A new man I am! 2 hours dozing.... My brainmatter no longer oatmeal, More in the consistency of rice krispies
Warning Death knocks on earth's door Resources used for profits Cry, depleting…all. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 14, 2010 Poetic form: Haiku
The wind creeps through my hair and your scent ingratiates itself within me I look at the sky and i see your face in the clouds The clouds or my mind, I'm not sure which but you are still there You are always there. The heat strikes my back and I feel you. Touching me, Holding me, Kissing me The light shines upon my face and I sense your gaze burning right through me straight to my heart Clear to my soul This is your home, For thats where I hold all of our memories together I look around me I'm surrounded by green It reminds me of looking into your eyes or being lost in moments of you So easy to get lost when I'm with you So easy to forget where I am when I'm thinking of you My heart always yearns to be near you. A bird flits by and I think of tender words fluttering past your lips. I can hear them now as the wind rushes past me, and I miss you terribly. The rain pelts down, as I begin to cry.
Until the end, I fight I fight until the light is no more and the perilous night does begin & when my day is gone & future masked I climb my mountain with head hanging low Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again I gaze at fields of red fury Fury misunderstood all dead to understand Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished In personal strife, I cry, not out but in I cry to hear inside, inside where I've tried to hide and defend on this field of red with no more to hide & more to hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made & expose myself to all, with none to tell I'm free, lost to live, lost to die Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends Till the end
Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow.... As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow. A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head... Following oh following b'neath my dread. Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ... Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change into it's renewed spreading dread. That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me... Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear. How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked to my one good ear? ... Haste to thee these all wasted many year. Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not... Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell. Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell... I shan't ever feel safe as well. Death promises to me a long yearning respite... This in the end to me will finally delight.
This is not a country for living souls Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort Here existing we burrowing like moles In drenched country in termite eaten rocks. Here are no events images or happenings But over the same the generations waste Cobwebbed on a bold spot their anger In rimless cups in pale lipped liquors Time eaten tales aimed at amusing Lamenting on their irrecoverable loss A loss which was never their gain Forward they go groping in search of substitutes In hotel rooms where empty pouches hang Over the pegs of wealth work and pleasure All have accepted with harried hands Stiffening nature humbly no measure for measure Their guts hanging loose from under their stomachs While vultures of low airs peck their brains Piece by piece removing the gilded frowzy matter Leaving the skull festooned and vainly waste. The ancient cults of sacrifices still existing Among jeremiad rules of the gushed brain Each fang beak or tentacle of spidery web The venom just dents entwines with its embrace No grief for marshalled loss no pent up for soul remained The old conscience just sleeps in arms of lap dogs And each hour becomes just sanctified and sane. It is not for charter of the world do we create Burning our brain and the light of our eyes Each image in our mind creates A corresponding image in the space And each line of the verse entombs In eternity a sightless gong Which the poet can hear with his subtle mind In the span of his wretched life and can find Some solace when everything significant is betrayed When the weed choked fields of this world can claim Their foremost place on the altar of the poesy.
Mist swirls through my legs as I hunt. The moon, little more than half full casts creature like shadows through the woods as if the trees were alive.. That soft scent, so deep in my nostrils, I can smell nothing else, seems to grab my neck and pull me after it. The aroma is so thick I can almost feel it, and it is digging into the bestial side of my brain. I feel coarse hair pushing through my skin and I am wrenched onto hands and knees, Oh now the sweet pain begins, hands and fingers shrink to claws and paws, then as if my head was being reshaped by a blacksmith's hammer, nose and mouth elongate into snout, fangs ripping through my gums. The world becomes alive as my sight changes, shadows becoming shimmering gauze, revealing the true earth, the one only the beast can touch. In my new form I easily pick up the trail and my faithful soul pack falls in behind me as I track her. I stalk as if I've walked this path a hundred times under the leering trees. Not an animal (besides us) stirs, we can feel their quivering on the wind. When I spot my quarry she is in a monnlit glen. The trees are draped in mossy vines like curtains enclosing it from the rest of the world. A black glass like pond is off to the right enshrouded by a cliff shaped like an outstretched clawed hand, from which between two fingers a slender water fall drops into the backside of the pond. ........And puff it's gone, I taste rot oozing off my teeth, that's what you get for leaping before you look.
Within the Darkness surrounding, Inside the blackness permeating, And amidst Hell's trumpets sounding Hides the secret of night's greeting. Sacred tales of sorrow founding Gives ease to an evil telling, When the Devil's dogs come bounding Down dark halls with demons yelling. Archaic rites of dying men Lend reason to living souls- A game in which Love is foreign And all men simply play their roles. To the flame of a distant light Which defied Nature's righteous laws; To the star that conquered the night And revealed the gods' mighty flaws: That within the black of darkness, Beneath the lowest cave's cavern, Beneath Leviathan's abyss, Precious flowers in the night burn. -michael aldridge
On the sidewalk, my eyes wander till arrested by Noel. So they have passed as tall phantoms. So the rainbow blinds, burns, and dumbs. So it will always be surrender. I who have dwelt in lone drives praying for God's thumb must be patient with the devil. Our ogles meet, at the bevel.
We were taught earth is blue and green But soon it might only be a dream The cool breeze and the blue waters seem to be drying "Help me", it feels, the river and seas are crying Who do we blame for this situation? Its created by you, me and called "POLLUTION" No more are the birds chirping No more are the stars twinkling No more are the seas calm No more on our faces we see a charm It effects us all from water, air and noise To live with it, is this our only choice? Friends, before its too late, lets all wake up Fight it out rather than give up Lets not litter, lets not scream Lets plant a tree, and may this not just be a dream To all our elders, join us fight it without a hesitation Save the environment and us from the deadly "POLLUTION"
Scarcely are men born from wombs comfort torn Cast upon a raging sea Made up from his family tree A road bound for unhappiness Interlaced with varied bliss taught at time when he is young to sharpen up his wagging tongue Should he ever learn to share He is also taught beware Hopefully he'll become wise before he learns to value lies They'll be schooled in selfishness Hold to views that they express Inoculated with this seed this propagated gardens breed Still there is some chosen fruit Chanced to thrive within this shoot Whose inclination is educated For their innocence are berated Highly prized a virtueous treasure a value difficult to measure Illumination that they give Make it worthwhile even to live and for us when life has ended we've soared to heaven and hell decended COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
The rose grows unbalanced to the right Because she is deprived of light, Water is scarce, but when it can run, The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun, Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender, Though this means they do not have strength to defend her, Her petals are thin and so easily torn, Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne, But far fairer roses selfishly surround her, And this is how the gardener found her. So pull out her petals so pretty and pale, And break off her prickles so fragile and frail, Then cut off her head and leave her to decay, Tend the wilier roses and just walk away. And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots, The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots, And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor, They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more, And when the rain washes the dead rose away, The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.
They say that it refreshes the earth But all I see are muddied puddles And skies of a myriad muddle of somber greys Where are the daises dazzling in sunlit glory? Where are peeking heads of sprouting buds? Where is the laughter of child dancing in the fields? My father says its coming, but he is referring to the coming summer Where is the promised beauty of spring? It isn't present in this constant downpour I can't see it in this half storm drizzle But what can I do, but watch the rains of today And hope for the dreams of tomorrow's spring
Poetic injuns snarl The deprecation of land Defacing of meaning The grappling with cold Hospitalized truth, creaky tiles Curling sand from loveless fingers Exactitude measured from fininitude All consuming chains of being You will be digested as chunks of matter The law in the same As for a grain of wheat There's no special deviation For walking tonsils with big brains
Ah, a flickering flame with shadows on the wall, With glimmering lights rolling all around! I will remember them all! A flame so high, But a flame so low, A burn out in time! A linger much too slow, A flickering flame, A moment that I claim! Ah, a flickering flame where light covers dark and dark covers light. With glimmering lights bouncing all over the walls! A vision of true sight! A flame so unpredictable, But a flame so respectable! A flame hard to know, And one that can't be controlled! A flickering flame, A moment that I gain! Ah, a flickering flame showing dim light within its own domain. With shimmering lights reflecting a glare of golden visions burning too bright! How very well maintained! A flame so harmless, But a flame much too careless! A flame too passive, And one that's way too captive! Ah, a flickering flame, A moment that I'm holding with no shame!
Earth's here quaking, while I've been thinking of shifts. Like the shift in love, the shift in economy: the dollar-fat trolls who play tricks. The many wounded and the sick. I see a haze of gray smoke, it seems I've been hiding in my dreams, waiting for the moment to pretend my words will mean a damn. It's melting away, they're going extinct, forever isn't eternity. We need the land, the oil, the soil, the spoil, the life, the ecosystem means nothing in the short run... Grab your gun, your knife, you pride, your flag, wave them to one another: you're American. And when the ocean comes ashore forevermore, let the beauty somehow survive the fittest.
Ghostly slivers of light Flickering through the night sky Ever constant unaffected Whether we live or we die Down below we gaze in awe At the night's graceful show Milling about like cattle Mindless of where we go
Dear friend , The world means nothing. Its set in flames. Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part, in this guilded age. This is something I wish not to be a part of. I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making contact with sole and pavement. I'm striving for abatement. For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries. For significance we've always looked at actions. So please do take another look and see what this letter is for. Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it. Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted. Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded? Does this not trouble you my friend? We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth. Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice? Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life? Where's the justice in this non-sense? I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence. Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer. But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation. I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own. I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity. Real love is that which shows no fear. Unfortunately I am a coward. I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember the warmth of a child's smile. Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights. Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted. Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead choose them to stand on. I've outweighed the courage and the fear. But what I found frightened me further. What weighed us down the most was indifference. With that discovery I knew what I had to do. I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy. I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone. I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward For I have chosen the coward's end. I wish you goodluck my friend, Sincerely yours, The shadow of men
A wandering wavering wind bleeding doubt wraps tightly 'round its' victim in a masterful landscaped sketch of anger it falters and stumbles in its' indecisive nature that at times sways around the arch of a sword determined only to find the truth of its' mark An unsettled mind decides only to take itself out of everything, it finds joy in being nowhere and in that it hides behind a misted mask of silence it may cry with tears of unknown sorrow as it dances its' weak-kneed waltz around the truth that dares to spin out of control A lumbering languid mindset is preoccupied with listening to every single word of every conversation but never acting on anything it search for conspiratorial theoretical indiscernible meanings where there is nothing; It is a foolish denial of the possibility of easily accessible truth An unguided emotional eddy of evasiveness tangles around cords of hesitancy it swirls in fearful tranquility only broken by strong communication that is covered in truth and love and in honesty and compassion
Autumn slips away, explodes green water, dives back into crystal breath.
I sit here remembering times that have gone by toward the end and near the beginning the musical notes of my life faith and hope the sustainers of my path the cartakers and builders the moon and sun my light the stars my many dreams each holding me together as the world around me crumbles falls to pieces on my floor my broken heart slowly mended as time slipped me by as faith and hope kept building and the sun and moon still shine the stars still go on glinting waiting for me to realise that it is now my time
She disappeared as suddenly as she came like her namesake we don't know when or where she's just gone and i wake at 3 or 4 am and stare out the sliding glass doors hoping even praying that she might be there but her food goes uneaten or a stray skunk or raccoon will stop and nibble but not she not ameilia i wanted her to be free i knew she would never come to love us like the others i wanted her to be warm in the winter and sheltered from the hot summer sun but it was not to be she's just gone and i miss her
Chlorophyll, dissected hearts, painfully realized. Atom bomb, broken glass, finally putrefied. Sanctuary, is absurd, heavenly, dramatized. Warming sun, fragrant bloom, fitfully, cauterized.
Running in But running out Things we hardly Talk about Do we make it Through this mess Are we breathing At the best What to call The state we're in Sometimes love Sometimes sin Will it be said We did our best Is the table Ever blessed Are there those Who will attest We ran the race And passed the test Now is God's Time ever giving Do we stop And trust the living Only time Can say the end Here and now I must depend Run the gambit Ever hoping Human race and God eloping This the end Of earthly know Left behind No life bestow
The leopard crouching close to earth While stalking, dirt smells so divine Eyes fixed through grass, the pounce, return …up top with golden shrine When I come back wish I could be A graceful creature so in sync O death please hurry, come to me Before they go extinct Law of nature, law of man Survival is a killing game A part that no-one understands Insanely human, inhumane We're born with will and strength to choose Ignoring all of nature's signs Abusing power, win or loose Circle of death means turning tides When you return to earth one day At the bottom of the food chain You've turned from hunter into prey Death haunting shrinking plains Ask not why, ask not how Balance must be preserved To cheat death, stop the killing now Or your fate will be well deserved
The gift was in a very huge package Alluringly wrapped in the palest pink Card attached was calligraphic in ink Any gift from him was not average When opened with much delight, the contents Caused insecurities to tumble forth___ Joy? Fear of failure came from these presents Taking out least feared __verse__William Wordsworth The essence of the gift to him was good The sum of the gift to her was fear Excitement at this stage of life she could___ Not get a grip__on hold her life for years Should she not fear but just try to use the gift God had given her time now spared her life
'A Thorn, Is A Thorn' 15th Senryu A Rose, Compliments The Blossom-Dew … Then Thanks It But The Thorn-Bush Bit
All I need, Is the air, To make me grow, And dance around, Sometimes I shrink, To one tiny ember, Standing alone, But still leathal, Big and Tall, Firey monster, Just one touch, To strike you down, I can do What ever I want, Burn you down, Bring you up, Addictive to watch, I dance around, Nice to the eye, Bad to the touch, The ultimate bulldozer, That is I, Desroying anything, That lay in my path, I only have, One single enemy, A mutating blue blanket, If it lie in my way, This is I, Fiery as ever, But can you see, The beauty inside?
He pricked himself reaching for the rose, the scent and beauty drawing him near. He was determined approaching again and again. He found more thorns that further injured him. Growing annoyed, roughly grabbing, more scrapes, cuts and then he crushed the flower with his hand. She screamed.
I waited for you to draw near my beauty was only veneer you asked me to love and I could not not as I ought I knew I would bring unhappiness and I have turned away from you because to bring you pain sears my soul , I am not whole but I am a hole , empty without you I am to broken to hold what you give , it leaks through me like a sieve I cannot hold it I have lost it and it is gone So I carry on would that I could have stayed unafraid , that my touch could harm you , to my alarm and I slipped by you at last I am your past COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Sing to me a song my love of earth below and heaven above fill my ears with the sound of your voice and let me know I was your choice let the light of my joy fill your air and in my love you'll know I care Strong is my fair one and true with a depth rarely given to few Caress me with the sounds of your song for to you only do I belong tenderly find each note that you play give me all that you have to say may your words reach into my heart and fill each and every part Sweet is my fair one and true with a depth rarely given to few Without you I am not whole you fill the depths of my soul kiss me with the rise of the dawn at sunset fill me with your song do not awaken my love unless it descends from above Strong is my fair one and true with a depth rarely given to few COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Entrapped with Wires Hands bound behind my back Enslaved The wires go on for miles Covering every inch of our city Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement Our happy little friend?? NO WE Like a dog on a short leash Tugged by its master Controlled By the flicker of light from the fillament Are we now but 0's and 1's? Turn it off Live!! Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination They have found me here in my safe refuge The world's end and innocence is due to our undoing I am their prisoner I shout for someone to rescue me BUT The noise of Traffic Blocks The sound of my tears dripping Honking away those little monsters Gasoline chompers leaving their waste Which harms us Oil from the dead Is what fed them today Poisoning the air Like fish gasping on land The Result: Dead like the oil We'll be buried in the ground Where The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets Like it has every inch of the underground Infrared signals Dance across the sky Our invisible enemies Blistering Cooking flesh for human consumption Ironic The cancer eats us from the insides This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge for something pure Smog Devil's breath Hot The stench is unbearable OH Gaseous Death You billow from the smoke stacks Licking Away layers of the Ozone Earth The universe's ice cream A treat that used to be sweet But now after years of abuse Turned out to sour How long will we last? Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast
The Climb Up and up we Climb up the spiral Staircase. Each step you take You curse my Namesake Each step I take Each Moment I wish someone Else could Take my place When we get To the top Look out At the vista Watching the ocean Lick the sugar sand Coastline Nothing but Peace is On your face. Climbing the Lighthouse Was Not a waste.
Come take all away this home of my toil rip it all down leave only the soil At 10pm Saturday you showed me the way to discard this life to force a new day I urge on the winds jumping with glee knowing before Bret I've no choice but flee The years here my pride my family calls home but also my exile from the life I've been shown So bring on the hurricane center eye on this realm command my decisions force me to helm I go now and rest to prepare the new day my dreams will sustain this storm lights my way The nimbus finally rise over my home on this beach 8 months I've been waiting straining the leash My shield is now strong I can vanquish all foes destroy this forced exile clear away her past woes The shoreline I've written of will now finally wash way portending the promise dawning new day
I'm not like you John Muir: I haven't fell into the deepest well; I haven't swam through a solid stream; And I haven't felt a gushing geyser's steam-- I've only been forever locked in this cell. I'm not like you John Muir: I've never slept under the stars; I've never had grizzly meat for a snack; And I've never ridden on horseback-- I've only ridden in lazy cars. I'm not like you John Muir: I will never fight for a cause; I will never see mountain peaks; I will never bathe in bottomless creeks, And no one will ever know who I was. I'm not like you John Muir, But I wish that I was.
Sweat pants and wool socks a hand-knitted scarf or two warm mittens and hats no doubt you think I'm nuts Rosy cheeks and runny nose soggy boots and frozen toes chattering teeth and quivering knees when I dream, it is of these Down jackets now long packed away skis and poles just taking up space in my crowded messy garage snow covered runs - just a mirage Sun screen and flip flops sunglasses and sticky pits baseball caps and Thanksgiving in shorts I despair of weather reports How did I get to this eternal hell? where A/C costs you a paycheck as well where tender skin exposed continues to burn . . . I just know somewhere I missed a turn.
Why when I find happiness do those who say the wish me best fain such a golden smile As though the light is beacon's plight but know I all the while The value of gold, for which life is sold which caves in just like tissue The fact that gold is metal is not even an issue because you see no bolster for me but false security They build a bridge with middle hinged watching, waiting; I'll fall through. Ohh, I'll be away from the horrible desire that keeps my soul on fire I won't burn up, here toast with cup thanks for saving me Then the hinge The floor falls through Leaving only falling, free Away from hurt as you watch me, fall. Thank you for protecting me
Clear, divine, unsullied, pure. Such rays of love and affection, they linger in warmth on me. We bathe, they sing, the light amongst the dark. Mingled, mixed, mutilated, maintained. I, this shadow of darkness. You, this ray of sun so bright. Us, a tragic combination, surely our stars lie crossed. Uncouth, depraved, I am born of blood. Unfixed, despotic, you breed vanity. Yet stay, my lover, stay, bless me with your warmth. A chill has grasped my spine, and threatens to never release.
You are beloved still and thoughts are tender which mine mind speaks softly unto my heart so secretly are they conveyed within mine self to be hidden from you that you might not treat them as inconsequential or lightly esteemed for so many give praises on clothing external for so conspicuous a talent I sought the face behind the visable that core of tapestry of character so clouded by the gloss what the world deems ascent where a mans praise is what he paints and not what he values to color this orders conceit as the heigth of expressions and self aggrandizement over ones peers as healthy competition and pulled are we twixt the masters a heart which dispises injustice and the accolades of the systems praise I can not love the world order though I care dearly for its children I despise its values do we judge that its princes have more worth than its paupers that the rich have more virtue than one not holding wealth in admiration what standard has the world raised does any exceed the absolute laws of love what have been its reflections the mirror of its values what fruit has it produced answer me this from whence is its source that its display might be seen in its depth today that mankind hold no accountability to the cosmos or himself but the mad pursuit of self importance , ego yet I would lend you my esteem for so great a many qualities that I love in man that I seek in them those things that are true treasures yet and shall always be COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon. In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything. When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn! Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring. For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on. Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything. But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone! And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring. Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on. Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything. For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn! Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.
And then the nightmare awakened sweet slumber And cracked sacred dusk with spiraling thunder Who brought this on, who's spell am I under? Pinch me and wonder how this has transpired From which wizard's wand has this bolt been fired? Who snapped their fingers, who left skies divided? And origin's wish has been granted, redeemed A stray beam of hope sleepwalking in dreams Fear demons disguised as white lights make us scream
I once stood alongside two Eagles pure graded in breast plated armor. The one to my left I set free to love my innocent little white doves. And the one to my right I dared to never leave my sight with little ole Pallor. I left to spread the Eagle's wings of merit soaring from far away and up above. My Four horsemen flew on chariot wings with my four Golden Cups of Charis. I stood up on the clouds and organized my Swordsey's divine little palace. The rainbows were blossoming around thrones of my precious manipulating Chaos. I took two wings from the Eagle's nest and kept them from falling completely off. Then there was my balancing Scaler, behind his little trot there's this forget me not. I went further down and made myself quite the Amazing little conductor. To the left of that shall be the Shadows of Webber's with his dynamic dual detector. To the right of this shall be the Beamers to Visor's ultimate fine tuned selector. Then I shall weld my shields for Justice with Timers s incredible invincible reflectors. In the center of all of this my Blotcher's shall send Dejavu's to my blinding receptors. When my signals blare I'll see Sweeper with Creeper and Snickers all on one perfect flight. That's when I will look up to the one to my left and the one to my right. Then the Stars will gleam and flicker as I shatter both you Eagle's with my true light. Then you Eagles will know Paradiami is soul mated to love's faithful glorious might!
I wipe the sweat, From my brow, And I wonder, If I'll ever find out how, To survive this night, Endless time grinds Ever more slowly, It never unwinds, I toss, I turn, I put on the light, Why, oh why, Must I always fight? All I want, Is to end this night, And welcome The sun's glow Oh, so bright I shut off the light, I face the wall, I am getting desperate, For me to fall, Asleep, asleep, Oh elusive sleep, How you tease me, Why does the time So slowly creep? Another pill? More T.V,? What is it about, The night which Tortures me? Is it nerves? Overactive brain? The faceless morrow That'll come again? The sun rises My lids do close, I wonder why then, Who in heaven knows? So I have a clock Inside of me Broken down Useless as can be, Insomnia, you devil you, You torture me, You really do.
One year in H*ll and three years in Purgatory From the burning wastelands to the frigid cold Walking on blisters and dreaming of the sun Lost in the darkness, lost in the night On the rim of the forsaken was a forest The wind whistled through the trees above Voices in the distance, light among the shadows Strong were the roots held tightly in the ground About them was peace beyond words A respite from the cold and dark Drawing from the earth, prosperous in the rain The gift of the trees was protection, or redemption? I walked among them one evening and there was a glow Far away from my shackles and torment Safe passage? Forgivness? Was this the light? I stole away from my prison and there was life there Life to fill my heart and soul and the trees were silent They know of the pain and cry their leaves in sorrow For the passing of the season, for the little death in us all Their wisdom is simple, rebirth is but a cycle Though it pains them so for every year they die Waiting to be reborn again with the season They saved me, the trees on the edge of Purgatory Their leaves are the fallen martyrs Teaching the lesson of the Kanawhan Arbors
I forget at times how much this hurts. Like a butterfly whose wings have been torn apart I sit here quivering inside closing my eyes as I let waves of pain wash over me knowing that I cannot ever overcome completely. The nature of pain is not to destroy but to make the pained wish for destruction as the ocean yearns for the shore. I forget at times how much this hurts. Like a vein to my heart that has been cut I am bleeding out precious crimson liquid seeping through my body filling me with a languor so close to pleasure that it is unbearable but unmistakable for pain and that overwhelms my senses asking more of my empty shell to fill then I have. The nature of pain is to lie quietly by waiting for the right moment to show its ugly face to rear its head that reminds me so of fear that holds you in its clutches thirsting for you to beg to be let go. I forget at times how much this hurts. Like lenses placed by fingertip on lucky eyes each morning this pain focuses sharp and clear on a pinpoint somewhere between my gut and my heart and I blink fitting these contacts around the iris so that all the pain pouring from my eyes is stopped held in pushed back inside so that no one sees except me through this clarity newfound unwelcome. The nature of pain is to fall quietly and hit with a sound that resounds through the caverns of your mind like the screech of a trapped bird of prey. I forget at times how much this hurts. Like a lonely fish venturing down to the bottom of the sea I did not see the creature fearsome toothed wide jaw glowing green light hanging to light its gruesome mask that was hiding behind that rock lying in wait for me to swim around the corner so it could use the element of surprise to take me down quickly. The nature of pain is to systematically break down the only part of you that ever matters into tiny pieces not available for recovery which even if you could do not fit together anymore so much have they been mangled by the force of that pain until there is nothing left but an intense desire not to live. I forget at times how much this hurts. And as I remember I forget myself and I am lost swirling as this pain washes over me overwhelms me surprises me and won't let go.
Who is the one that is able to see what is now , happening to me are you hearing what they say as they walk God's loving way I feel it won't change it's always been the same when I wake tomorrow I will yet feel the pain does anybody really care I have yet to see How can I ever learn how that I should be Books there are sharing Lectures many on Love but I have yet to find a human tender as a dove Hands as soft as velvet Words as gentle as a stream sensitivity to my feelings that I've never seen This is Gods forsaken land the shallow depths , the heart of man a babbling brook and empty store provisions gone and stocked no more Why hold we to theses concepts dear when to men's hearts they are not near To some who seek these tenets that belong this reality the hope lies in the future that change will come to be written following slander by those professing to hold Truth dear...... I am so over it now but my thinking that those who profess to follow Jesus need to be more careful about displaying what they BELIEVE as God can see us COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Endless train whistles, At the limits of one's hearing, Never farther away, Seemingly never, ever nearing... Sirens shrill screech, At times of their own choosing, The pulse of mountain winds, Never gaining, never losing, Honking winged geese, A satire of city cabs?, In cloud bound nature's streets, Small planes coming and going, In a parade of me wondering, but, never knowing, Where they might have come from, And where they now are going... Abandoned homes, Abandoned dreams, Stars sparkle in a mockery of fate, Who was the last to leave that home? And what might have been the date? Will bears soon be wandering down city streets, Perhaps shopping for a new coat? Wild dogs in packs attacking anything? The bray of feeding goats? My silent snores go unappreciated now, There's no one to say "Good Night", The body aches, my will it strains, I have no one to share my pains... Empty pockets stress my hope, It takes all my will to cope, Where has everybody gone to? Has everyone gone to the moon? I await my turn to join them, I pray it will be coming soon... Or am I left here to guard the past? For me to be the very last? To witness what the fates have cast? To experience decay first hand, Through the hour glass's ebbing sand, How pointless time does then stand, Not like a full head of hair.. But a single, lone strand? Me, the lone keeper of times no more, As giant machines still hum busily, No one now to know their purposes, now or then for sure.... And now you must go too... I wonder, I wonder, What I will do? Alone, books and ink, My sole companions till my ship does finally sink? I eye the rifle in the corner... Maybe the rules God will bend... If I use it as my ticket to tranquility, For, at least, my pain to end? Yes, at its worst, No more pain... Sure it is forbidden, But reasons to live seem to drain... No one to say Goodnight to, No one to say Good Morn... No one to hear me question... Why I was ever born... To those who complain of pressures, Of work, of family.... Could sit in my chair, eyes opened... And see what I can see... I'd work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, And enjoy every responsibility, To care for friends and family... & work 60 hours a week, & feel the difference, Paycheck but a bonus, And, see & gain a new point of reference, And from that very day, You'll see the value of your life, In a very, very, new way.
I continue to find myself in a pensive state of mind. Giving time more time. Even worse, i'm wasting time thinking of the time I've wasted. Letting thoughts untwine reminessing of the passions tasted. Here I stand a man with no set destination. No guides no plan , no helping hand. Just heroes for who I show admiration. Just another try to ignite the spark, to set the blaze so I can with stand the fire. Just another chance to form iron from this ire. All these thoughts that have been written down left unread. So hard to forget the words never spoken. How easy it is to admire the lies that are so token. How delightful it is that hearts gravitate towards another when broken. These forms and ideas together they untwine. How each dark thought sprouts in the night. How the black rose blooms in the lack of light.
A beauty like all the rest But she has no need to run No man wants her enough to give chase Nothing that is her fault but fates She dreams of a lover who wont appear As down her cheek dances a salty tear Alone she is to be for all eternity The unwanted unicorn Is all she is meant to be Her heart has not yet given up hope That maybe someday she'll find the poor dope But with each passing year even It leaks a bloody saddened tear
Softly you enter the red tide, that sateen landscape lithographed on the back of eyelids. Aging means not caring anymore. A sea of sidewalks await-- celestial and gray in the evening tonality. It always ends that way. A magenta moon embosses a chiaroscuro sky. A cicada churns ancient stories in the netting of apple trees. Motionless, you blend with earth, one ear sojourned with new-mown grass. We enter and re-enter that awful under land, that soft sluicing of a thousand salmon in the distance. It always ends that way vining upon the portico of moon as gray-edged thrushes ferret the sky.
Can I not live? Just live. Just live and breathe And appreciate, not my life, but life. Walk beneath the stormy skies and see the clouds And smile at the moon. She always appreciates She reassures me that the Sun is still there And His rays touch her and they will touch me They make me. Can I not live? See the beauty in the growing grasses Aware of life, but not my own. Aware that I am just a visitor, a speck That rides the chords of time and loves. To touch the hands of such a Father And to nestle in the breasts of Mother Earth I must respect and be alert for what She says I only suckle when she demands, and it Is in respect. Complete respect that I genuinely keep Can I not live? Just live and walk on the sands. Touch the surface of a rolling world that roars And foams at my feet. Those massive beasts, Part of a world I cannot explore and should not Because, I respect. My Mother Earth cries For me and for them. Can I not just live? Who should I listen to? My Mother or The Man of law that defecates her soul? Must I be confined to a cement block? And littered with shoving expectations that suffocate I cannot live. I cannot just live.
Between rains the ivory carving of clouds becomes a living thing. Watercolors wash gilted streets, dance under wheels, yet there is no time for reflection, the singular interpretations of foreign tongues of clouded minds. How many opportunities never realize the grasp of eyes, the moist moments of hesitating smiles? It comes now without warning, the wetness washing our bloods, making them one - a rusting of grass in summer's soft revelations.
My demons are not dead yet The come alive when I wake up from bed Everyday is a battle Facing an audience I rattle Questions on the spot Oh a whole class I forgot My confidence breaks to a frequent low When ever I find it my demons seem to know I wish they would die Its up to me to kill so I can fly june 2005 - about my new job
The Global Warming Goblins were gruesome sneaky creatures and there are movies featured with these creatures they 'd often spread gruesome tales just to scare they didn't care like tales of dying whales... and dying polar bears... They'd pretend to like nature . They'd pretend to like humans Yet, the gruesome sneaky goblins blamed them for the strife they set out to hurt humans for the rest of their life. Crunch! Gobble! Crunch! "The earth will melt-they'd shout!" And many more lies spread about! "The earth will burn!" "The earth won't turn!" Lies, Lies, Lies ! " Serve us or lose your head!" "For if you don't, you will dread.!" Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch! Copyright McCuen 2008
Give us our daily bread . . . We shall not mind if we Have a daily milk, Neither shall we take offence If we have a daily butter to match. Who amongst you will give his child A stone if he demands for a bread? Who amongst you will offer her child A serpent if she request for a manner? Legion ,they are today in the globe. Who is holding down our daily bread? Who is hoarding our daily milk? Who is selling our God given freely manner? The men with Capital in all our capitals The men with the tyrannical order of Capital The men enslaving us for more Capital Even in the nooks and crannies of rural towns As hunger and poverty hovers round the cities Even amidst unprecedented Capitals. The more we gnash our teeth crying for our Daily bread given by Jehovah Jireh The more they replaced it by daily stone. The more we complain of hunger to Jehovah The more they laugh at us and replace our Daily bread with splotch of taste and famine, For they known we are springy to sufferings. The more we lament of the men in Capital The more they turn our daily bread to serpent Striking us forcefully even in hunger. The more we beg of them for Capital The more they kill us for surplus value For their fiendish drive for more profit . Tell the men at work to beg no more Tell the men in Capital we shall beg no more Tell the men at work to arise and unite And stop them and their unending lush luxury To forge ahead to the barricade and Seize the mace off the corridor of their hands. Then ,only then, we shall experience hunger no more And our daily bread shall be "tead" and "buttered". Alayande Stephen .T 16th of April,2006 6.30pm Conceptualization of the sufferings of the masses All over the world in the hands of the ruling Capitalists Despite the abundance given by God. Demanding for workers Solidarity throughout the world to overthrow this endemic Capitalist system.
I kissed the bed bye With a dusty blipping lip I couldn't dust off with water For dusting the dust off my body Means to be in love with night Cold chilling breeze in "Ibadan". With dust all over me Woke up only to yawn of dust With it still casing me all over I sneeze and breathe of it endlessly. Why pretending to dusting the dust? For everywhere is full of dust. Our road is the king of dust We eat and drink of it . . . dust Nose and mind of all full of dust We live in the kingdom made off dust. When is it of a day when the road Will be dusted off its dust? When it shall vamoose off our rooms When it shall zoom off our kingdom Its time to dust them off our kingdom The few ruling cabals dusting hunger on us Blinking with bleak shall our future be no more For we shall dust off fear and dust them off . . . 15th August 2006 12.58am. On my way from Ibadan, conceptualized from the perspective Of the dust we are daily battling with in Samonda, Ibadan.
Vigilante He walked in the door a little John Wayne a little Jesus Christ six foot tall giant guns on his hips so emaciated you can count all his ribs. twelve bullets flew and twelve persons fell reload repeat the deafening clash never ended until all you could count was the dead. He stood among patrons of the local pub and made a decision like he always does that he would never do this again, never again see the blood on their faces and blood on the floor but forever carry their blood on his hands. He sighed, sheathed his hard steel turned on his heel and walked right back out that door. That wasn't the first time and wasn't the last that he shot the hot lead and dropped steaming brass leaving no trace but the spent cartridges strewn about. He knocked the dust off his boots and kept walking on humming a tune couldn't remember the song unsheathed his steel and just let them play on that deafening clash never ended.
My eyes, that which has betrayed me the most, look up toward you, my shining moon, in the sky. Frozen in place, I look to you for guidance, finding your arms held out to me in that cruel gesture. I will not take it, for your fingers will never close around my shaking ones, and I will never find your smile as kind as I did the first time. It is like looking at the sun, only to find it harsher with each dimming glance until I am blind. How hard it is, to stand within the moving tides that pull towards you, all running to your hand and falling through the gaps between, returning to itself as whole as it will ever be, save for the drops that lovingly slide down your wrists. With locked gazes, I can not help but wonder who you are looking at, if it is to me or the ones around me, I will never know, but for now, I will follow the sinking waters to your grasp, but I shall keep my hand reached towards the burning sun, and I will take neither.
I have called to you my Love with the only voice I have take courage be strong for my Love will everlast I would join my heart to you I would walk with you beside follow you anywhere I could only do so as your bride This is the only place I am free to speak to you though deeply I consider to tenderly voice what's true This life I want you in it and never very far away I miss our two minds speaking the quiet words we say There'll never be another man who is the like of you the perfect match to my heart where my love will remain true The moment I fully saw you and knew you read me well your eyes follow everything and see inside my shell This is as brave as my voice will ever get far too much injustice by men I don't forget When you want the real thing and you've given up your fear remember that I love you and I'll be waiting here COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
There are some things deep in the well of my soul hidden away to keep me whole down in that unfathomable deep the experiences that make my heart beat the surface of the well I seek soak up the suns warmth and heat screened off from the light of day the bottom made of mire and clay the mortar of my bounds surround me to keep from spilling all I be so the surface of my sweet water must be drawn up by some other means than a cistern overflowing swelled by rains and overgrowing should you draw by pail this water I would freely offer another to fill you till your thirst be full by life giving force from my pool I am full of life's desires that which gives growth and contains the fires for a simple purpose was I made to quench a thirst and grow the shade for the weary soul that passes by and recognizes it is I who draws the strength of the sun to transfer to a living one COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Of many are poets in soup gagged with the air we breathe suffocated by the strings of hawks perked by the long neck of an ostrich. Drown in the murky water of obsequiousness tied to the apron strings of what to chomp turned juggler for survival instinct danced to the tune of he that plays the piper. Others' soup plunged them into soup tongue-lashing the untouched of the land louding the truth above the speaker of life paying for the conviction in-built But the poet is already in the pot struggling to un-pot himself fromthe fangs and thorns of the land how long will he be potted still in the pot?
During September rain under her spell of downpour The mind cries inside It wants nothing more Flash flooding put out the fire The rainbow cannot be seen A child has lost his youth desire Thunder and lightning in the air Pelting golf balls of punishing hail This man is surely drenched But..he cannot really care As surely as the Storm exhale Winds that surge and kneel me to the ground Again,as always..I have put myself back into jail The weather is my keeper who has no mercy For 40 days Of endless nights Someone up there is reminding me in tears to look forward past the deluge instead of rewinding back those years God continues to throw a tantrum and cry Contemplating his wrath: DOES HE WANT ME TO WITHER THUS AND DIE? His Sun has not shine these last few days We are cold,soggy, without the afternoon's rays I cannot tell which way Heaven truly is Or how far distant that HELL is as well Staring out from window pane Continuous wet stream is not at all to blame People may not notice but.. the good Lord still knows my name This month is nearly over October aound the corner bend If the Sun comes out just one more day Here to greet me Before it finally shades away!
The machines... Jagged teeth ripped the forest down Ravenous Sweet innocent forest Deadly Machines Killing every inch of purity The babbling brook's blood Splattered all over the battered ground The screeching whine of the roots being forced from the ground Begging for mercy But there is no stopping it The mighty trees forced into our willful submission Chaos As the inhabitants of the forest flee to safety Running onto our man made streets Slaughter The pittar patter we once knew has turned into a stampede Slamming hard on the breaks, and breaking bones Exterminating all sense of hope for a better tomorrow Silence now After a long day of murder What a shame The bare earth looks dismal Do we always kill what we love? I swear it looked like a pack of hungry wolves blood dripping from their lips only seeking the virtuous survival of the RICHEST Pumping diesel into the sky Choking the birds On a path of destruction For the righteousness of the undeserving The carnage of the lawless land Consider what you've done I weep for you Here today and gone tomorrow Our world is getting smaller The comforting grass is no longer Metallic cold Seeps into my blood Enclosed in a forever four wall prison Wishing for serenity And only finding despair
The songs are over Silence Let your spirit adapt to evening Twilight time where shadows dwell in forgotten places you'l appreciate the peace which results when two worlds meet sorrow fades with the daylight you'll learn the lessons of the night soon enough Even as we speak light is fading over the treetops, the houses, the skyscrapers The garish music of a city is swallowed by the lengthening shadows Peace to you, brothers and sisters Here in the asphalt homeland the clock is moving It moves in it's own time Answerable to no one
Naked and naïve it's time to bereave your bedridden soul for which ravens toll You wear cynicism in on a placid sunny day melting a turquoise sky into a saffron souffle Your derision derides the emptiness inside digesting a child's core belief with your apocalyptic grief So filet those frailties with that phoenix in your fray by flapping that acrid ash far, far away Then bathe in a turquoise sky on a placid sunny day as you stand before that child naked and naïve
Life so often gets quite tough Relations hard to find I have been blessed with quite enough Emotions on my mind A persevering strength as such Spiritual growth defined From rising up above so much To conquer the unkind Till one day I'll pitch up for work And find in disbelief Gates locked tight, no pull or jerk Shall budge or bring relief Bankrupt in the blink of my eye Tortured and in grief Looking back on years gone by Pain is all but brief In losing all that I once owned Proudly humbled astray Right then I'd start to think of Job The prices he would pay In misery then I would fall Unto my knees and pray For anyone I could recall Who hungered day by day "For the survivors of Hurricane Katrina… …and those about to face Rita"
Dancing, as they stream down, Cascading into these oceans of freedom, As they spread purity into The salty water, Flowing smoothly, Pouring like water into a glass…. A captivating view, As these droplets of water splash their Tenderness everywhere, --------------------- A-h-h-h! This tempting vision, As I sat there pondering, Contemplating, meditating… I closed my eyes, Craving for that sensation once more, The sensation of tenderness that Splashed, The sound of its pure waters chanted… I once again was enchanted By its allure, For the world around me was pure, As feelings slithered underneath Its soothing waves, Sympathy, comprehension, empathy All came drenching me, I smiled for I inhaled the odor Of sweetness, The perfume of perfection, Mmm! As I smelt its scent! It allayed me with every breath… It caressed my flesh, Dawn, as the sun began to rise, As tears rejoiced in my eyes… I continued staring at the flowing river, As its movement slowed down… Reminiscences, As memories rushed back I smiled…for I knew everything is evanescent, "Forever" is never to join with happiness … As I closed my eyes, Trying not to remember… The chanting melodies gradually faded, Until they completely stopped, I opened my eyes, Feeling deep remorse, realizing That the river's flow completely ceased… Everything came to an end.
Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad Reliving content days we never had Roots planted firmly in gail force winds Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings Crooked, but growing from much needed rain One sided, outranking the undeserved pain Screaming and shouting, silently led astray Deafening whispers while breath wastes away Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath The end is in sight, we've chosen our path Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat Bloated paranoia swept from its feet Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along Winds of change will sing of a tale Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail That brought to shore a limitless supply Of peace and wisdom and undying pride Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide
The water's dried up, trees broken and dead, the pleasant scent of decay permeates from everywhere, sinking into the pores of my nose, burning away any other smell. I watch my pack... I guess twist is the best word, backs hunching more as they try to become upright. Front legs elongate, paws dragging on the ground. Hair falling out in clumps, the patches left growing longer, all ragged and nappy, almost like dreadlocks. Ears wilt, snouts shorten and widen sprouting more teeth than can naturally fit. They make the mistake of thinking they rule the pack now, wrong. I pick the one I had given her and rake my claws across the gut, spilling intestines and gore on the dead ground, then while it lays there wailing I dip my hand within it and use its blood to draw a pentical on the soil around it, sacrificing it, to lock myself in a darker state, my old self, the best part of me. As the ritual finishes I howl blood red rage at the moon, turning the fog crimson as it thickens to engulf the unfortunate.
Water, water, everywhere, Turn on the faucet, It's not there.... Broken main, they say... Trailer park bosses, They don't care, They gave us each three gallons Of water in a jug, Hard to take a bath, Unless you're the size Of a baby bug... So, drink beer or soda, Unbathed, there is an odor, I always said this trailer park stinks, Life here is but a jinx... Buy a pup-tent, Camp near a mountain stream, Starting to sound, Like a wishful dream Hydrogen hydroxide, Giver of life, There's none in this park, Revolt is rife.
lost in a dream full of yesterday's vision trying to follow the instinctive lies squirming and earning such cries of derision I was so incredibly wise Nowhere was somewhere and I wasn't waiting for others to dig and for others to find lying and crying with thoughts on debating sweet senatorial lies there is nowhere to go at the point of confession words just keep spilling and spinning away binding me tighter the lies in concession spin on to the end of the day rhetoricly speaking voice cordings creaking rambling on and escaping forever never and ever I'm skating away on melting ice leaking faster than family ties
(To Old Man Winter) Limbs stripped and bent Standing alone on frozen waters The mark of the storm The wind chilling bones of stone cold ice Ripping through bleached Autumn's hair That once was considered green The mark of the storm is upon me Yet, my inner soul remains quiet and calm My coat of fir shall keep me warm. Here, I shall wait for the rejuvenation Of my beloved Spring. Until, then I wear the mark of the storm.
Flowers of spring, fields and trees of green roll like waves at high tide across the pasture but in time the Moon has turned aside Her face, and the tide recedes to expose a barren plain. Now midnight, moonless sky, the roaring of the sea are my friends on a long and lonely beachwalk soft sand does sift through my toes, cooling what fires my heart has kindled in another life yet one smoldering ember inside still, still refuses to die. Where is the rain, God, you see the smoke! Do you know what torture does this evil candle to me, sheltered from wind by the deadwood of memory! Oh temporal clouds, you are nothing to the Immortal sea! Never could you douse a flame that will not yield! Nay! I shall drown it down within Her, the endless Deep, though the ship sink with it!
Dusk slays the day Dawn takes sin away Lunar waves Wash and fade With the tide Clouded thunderhead Disgruntled mountain Surging typhoon Volcanic fountain Storming hand Gathers night Acting on plan Disease, famine We've awakened A sleeping demon With each branch we break Another life he takes Fire destroys What he enjoys Rivers and lakes Move and vein Deserts scabbed skin Canyons bleed within The plague a science We stand In human defiance And neck to blade The one that gave The finder of the way Destined to fall away
I know what makes you Cruel … the same thing, makes me Cold an Utter Lack of Love if the Truth, be Told … … a Harsh, Razor-Reality A Frozen Heart – Is So Icy … like a Solid-Block Picture-Frame nothing Shows Thru… not even Shame I know what makes some Cruel … the same thing, leaves me Cold like some Emotional, Ice-Pick that Chips away and Scolds… I hear your Fear, tho' not Spoken it Glazes over Frostbit and Broken a Rage and Ache, which Never Stops like and Icicle-Spear, that Never Drops … take Alcohol… Its hard to Freeze But even in Your Vapor Breeze Your Lungs Compress a Frigid-Squeeze You, start to Shiver, Swear and Sneeze and I Watch Your Nippy-Nose Bleed and Your Callous, Chilling-Deeds for No Matter, How Low You Go… You Can't Survive… in Sub-Zero… I know what makes You Cruel Same thing, makes me Cold an Utter Lack of Love… Deep within Your Soul For there's no Fire, in a Crystal Jewel until a Sparkle … Rules * * * Avalanche ! … Meet My Echo ! Your Storm-Blizzard… is Only Snow And Icebergs Which Block… Must Thaw You Must Melt… It Is Love's Law! … For Every Sole-Snowflake's Goal is to Join Another and Blanket Whole… I know what makes You Cruel … the same thing, leaves me Cold …
Oh bright star man beloved upon your visage mine heart has hovered examined closely the paths you travel your soul I desire to unravel depth upon depth draws forth your design and within a formidable mind wherever you turn there is success the things that your hands caress carefully constructed a life that's yours fathomless love of the forests outdoors and of painting the perpetual shores having roamed the Irish moors appreciation for God whom you imitate fabrication and artifice do you create always tendering for something new Love for nature shows in all you do My heart within has become entwined upon table of life you've richly dined all those lives that you pass through can't be untouched by what is you in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines danced for you would the ladies fair for each would deign your table to share Sometimes I think your a little remiss that they all want softly your lips to kiss within your presence they wish to stand that God has designed a glorious man Do you know oh man , do you reflect what is your impact and upon those you effect and lift our souls when upon us you shine and show us that God's gifts divine Like mountainous meadows richly clothed and habitation wherein creativity abode a man who dwells by the motherlode who knows that life is richer than gold indwelling a man is spiritual fire the work of his hands shows inner desire embrace the gifts that Father does give to show wherein your loves do live God would gift you even more because for him your heart did bore to receive those that he would gift you must your eyes to Father lift COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
One of a kind there'll never be another you what you hold in your heart to them have held true I've looked upon the core of what you store within for me you exist as unique among all men The song that you sing it's truths held so high oppression of those different wherein injustice lie to the robing of nature her diversity and vest in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest The external show some may just see as art but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart I told you early on I judge not by outward show but what is seated inside that I wish to know All that you paint on canvas and in song demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong what you depict sets forth description of your mind a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid When you looked across that room what did you think you saw for the night before I saw your minds cognition all A woman loves a man for who he is inside the character of his self that he can never hide for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care his ability to display and with it others share Do never judge me like the world which in you live For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give what is truly frightening is that I scare myself that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth One who is wise will choose a man for his heart that is his essence where communion can start perception is his own gift where he chooses to live to share it with another its benefaction give COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
Have you seen the man whom my soul loves does spring boundless like the antelopes afield whose consumations thus give to herds their yield like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs so skillfully lifts the music of his hands gathers those who so listen from their stands and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago to find a soul whose depth as rich as he so many I had scanned though did not see the like of him in any people I did know Thus to my chambers I would him chance but he would have to leave the fields flocks exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks or partake the tables spread in harlots dance To waltz like winged bird upon the wind whose unseen direction comes from whence and depth of feelings that make not sense didst this emotion upon mine heart descend Tis now two years I have you letters sent to give mine thoughts you by song I sing that you might understand like bird on wing the nature of the truth in word now lent From the depths of what is true these words now formed whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass whose God has these feelings within adorned So has long in word have emptied out her soul that he might read and see what is her past so fashion to his reason and understanding cast thus the secret person within might come to know Could he not know that every word was given voice to paint a picture of what is of Love and True a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue that he might clearly see and make a choice Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky whose movements formed by mists and winds invisible from where all courses begot sends and by word have fully fashioned what is I Source : Song of Solomon COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
You're soulfully heated in Winter surroundings While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped Archeological finds and mysteries cracked Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow To cover an angel with blankets of love Cool to my touch, smothered from above Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted Opposite ends of the wishpool remain Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much Yearning to freeze this image, to touch Over and over leaves me flabbergasted Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted
Like a footprint in the snow We leave our mark on others Light beaming down from the sky Eases the chill But evening will arrive soon We'll light a candle to celebrate the end of daytime cares In the distance - the sound of childish laughter and a heavy sense of peace descends and marks the beginning of night This winter evening will pass like everything does under the sun and moon Let's not forget what we have shared One winter evening It will all come back to us our sighs of regret will be silenced Cold winds may bite the hands But protected by each other We endure what we must Take joy while we can
I was disconnected deleted for that something I had said but I wanted to know what was in his heart and head I had gifted him my thoughts where they could easily be read until I am alive there I might as well be dead though we are still connected in many other ways and I want to have him fill my heart and days a woman loves a man in so very many ways but what he holds in his heart is the reason that she stays COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A blooming flower from a concrete crack in the heart of a baron location A silent hope is sparked within my third eye's concentration My thoughts and feelings unify in tandem at this indention Inspiring me to aid the plight and pronounce this marvelous occasion I notice you, I notice life, I appreciate this sweet sensation Brought on by beauty against the odds, I'm filled with joy and elation If you could whisper in my ear, what would be your dedication? I long to know true beauty's song a symbol of unrivaled negotiation No interference must be allowed, no maiming of proud reputation I wish to shelter all that's good and true in reality's hallucination Reach for the sun; reach for the stars as I stare in meditation Your presence here has made me smile, a peaceful, pretty vaccination So here's my ode to you dear friend, or call it humble confirmation Of ever-present love and respect not wavered by intimidation I admire your courage, your strength, your will to succeed in isolation In this life so hard, you still stand out, the biggest, smallest inspiration
Yep.....No one dun told me... About that puddle out front.... No body bothered to warn me.. The truth I'd have to hunt... I stepped in the middle, Expecting, of water, just a little.... Of concern, a mere piddle.... Suddenly hit by this natural riddle.... HOW COULD THAT PUDDLE, BE 16 FEET DEEP? I'll pass my life being befuddled... Even when I sleep!
Gathering within thy lightest touch An ache so strong it bears no name. Want, desire, need.. And lust Burn inside, an eternal flame. Candles melt in waxen splendor While shadows dance in flicker's delight Moonlight waivers in consistent motion And the night doth sing in melodious harmony She stares beyond what can be seen. Eyes of blank, yet secrets untold Are whispered upon the lips of souls Who wander the earth in solitary essence And gather together at the turn of the tide.. She waits.. She waits for him.. Fallen stars light the heaven's sky, Brief moments in time of effervescence glee History repeats, and yet bares no future, The minutes pass, and hours stand still. Her darken strands of hair caress The gentle curve of her slender form, Licking sensuously at her pale, light skin Embracing her within it's warmth.. The bells chime and she stands alone.. Lips so full, speak of secrets untold.. Whispered to the souls who's lips are sealed.. Wandering the earth in solitary essence To gather at the turn of the tide.. She waits.. She waits for him to return.. to be the salvation of her soul
The night sky is clear glass placed on top of black velvet with pin holes of light seeping through, spelling our names in the wind as we catch the lemon slice of moon, putting it in the backpocket of our mind.
The Himalaya's melting. What's happening to the Earth? Have we got time to celebrate An ancient baby's birth? The sea-birds have stopped breeding. The Gulf stream's running cold. The deserts are expanding, While more SUVs are sold. The 747s are pumping Their greenhouse gassy fumes; Will the passengers' grandchildren Go early to their tombs? Did the shepherds run to worship At the stable with the ass Expecting that the earth would melt Like Greenland's icy mass? It's one thing to be sinners And have one's sins forgiven By a crucified Israeli Who then returned to heaven, It's another to destroy the gift He did his best to save. The Earth's not just for Christmas: Let's keep it from a sweltering, Parched, unnecessary grave.
"The world that awaits me" as I set down the book, look up my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void innocent, lying reading in the grass under the shadow of the next tree a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks (Oh! Sweet eternity!) until I poured out for her the contents of my heart she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but "No" now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music pounding from the parking lot, drink from the rustling trees dripping music like wine, breathe in the autumn air we share on this one day of Eternity, even as our hearts drift apart, to find other storms, never again to be united under the sun.
As each bitter thought takes wing another bird forgets to sing abandoned babe cries out alone refugees chilled to the bone. Leaves begin to curl and brown cold winds whorl through empty towns ghostly cats creep through the alleys who will take the deadly tally? Yard dogs staked and left to starve scars upon the Earth we've carved lonely waves still lap the shores though the seabirds are no more. Each bitter thought we send aloft comes back to us at such a cost. Around the world the death bells toll the tattoo pounds through dying souls heaven's gates are locked and sealed and though we cry, they will not yield. This blue planet was God's gift ruined now, we're set adrift mouths agape in silent screams we walk the Earth 'til time unseen. Blackened souls coagulate clouds of demons, dark with hate wails and curses fill the void on our blue planet we destroyed.
A big explosion near the docks A terrible tragedy by all accounts Many gone, many left in tears The reporters tell us this story today We absorb the impact and get on with our lives But some lives have been snuffed out Let the crystal snowflakes come and cover the scene of the crime Nature's white blanket will let us forget The loves of the lost will feel pain but it will fade with the new year Heartache is the order of the day But tomorrow morning will come to ease the pain Let's find healing in nature's gifts It's the one chance we have for happiness and freedom
Existence sprout from follicles as life begins to grow Her bosom reeks of fertile soil, her smile reminds of birth The shallow grave of glowing pride shall question what we know When sitting at the breakfast table of our mother earth Who strips her soul and bears our burden, shadowed in turmoil She feeds our minds and bodies and in rest becomes our home We rape and take advantage as we plunder and we spoil We leave the future seedlings lost and fearful of their own While looking out for number one, she dries her eyes the most Her peaceful heart grows weaker by a sickened selfish thirst Recycle what was taken, lifeless souls return to compost Filled to the brim, the clogged cesspool becomes a thorny curse Memories of those forsaken wonder in a drunken daze Sweetened pulp and thunderous gulps of potions most unneeded Tombs and monuments engraved, stumbling through a cryptic maze Dreams conclude as anguished corpses pleas remain unheeded Vengeance of our hearth and home abused from deep inside Scarred and dented pride has forced her hand to demonstrate Her finger's on the trigger, contemplating suicide The life she came to love is now a tortured state of hate Remembrance resurrected and acknowledged as a dome She grips the loaded tool of fortune, then begins to shake Trembling, turning in their graves, the children now must roam In shame, disturbed by what has caused their mom to quake
Like most, I revel in being on the ocean beach, There's a majesty, a magic, beyond words reach, The word "awe" is insufficient as a description, On it's effect on most It's power, it's immensity, Beyond the power of words, And, more mysterious still, It's soothing effect on the mind, Unmatched by any drug company... When my wife's infidelity Drove me from my home and children, I went to the beach, sat on a bench In the early summer afternoon, Seeking it's strength, It's powerful tranquility... I miscalculated one thing, The views of loving couples, Happy families, These sights were arrows In my weakened heart, And I went home all the sadder. It's strength, My weakness, The weakness is human, The strength is nature, It took me years to realize This natural distinction.
Katrina was a lonely child Who just couldn't fit in All by herself she'd play alone And just begin to spin To hide rejection, to forget Kept going until dizzy To fill the empty hole through her Confusion kept her busy Her toys would fly and make a mess She wouldn't stop to care Cause if she did her soul just might Expose her naked stare They teased her then chased her away And even though she'd try To keep her secret locked inside She'd run away and cry In her abode, unknowingly Her mother just awoke From her sweet slumber, suddenly She almost too did choke On tears pushed up into her throat And cause her eyes to burn Enraged by a daughter's heartache She too would start to turn And seek out those who brought this on Both ladies now been scorned Revenge to avenge and protect her own A powerless wrath adorned
These woods have a path running through them the dark shadows of evening are coming on we'll push forward hoping to find the green pastures we know lie ahead Another turn in the path and we hear running feet from the trees to our right let the dim light of the dying sun be our guide the forest is dark and mysterious If we have to spend another night here - we will The rustling of the leaves continues We blend together with the darkening woods Fragile creatures whose days 'are numbered We still dare to hope for green fields filled with the delightful scent of flowers which will greet us at journey's end
Lost his mate, Sits on a branch all day Singing to her Though she's gone Squirrel, In obvious distress Her mate flattened in a street Such devotion Though he's gone I guess it's the way of the world We all mourn our losses We all grieve our dead I guess it's the way of the world.
startled to sudden wakefulness by the sudden lurch of the ship, fear rose in my soul cold, damp hull next to my berth, I'd give 10 years of my life to have my feet on solid earth dark, quiet inboard only the low pitched groans of metal pounded by an angry, restless sea was it the fear, or the sound, that had woken me? Eyes open half way, not quite sure where I am- What I did, and why, or who I really am- was I drunk? was I mad? or am I just dead? pounding waves roll into my ears, and echo in my head... riveted steel plates before my eyes, drops of sea dew condense inside, sudden terror, as my mind awakes- no sound aboard- but the rhythmatic pounding of heavy seas engines dead! no motor sound- have we once too often- dared the fates? what's going on? what and why? and where, oh God, are my mates? I jerked out of bed, as the deck dances beneath my feet- what's happening? is this real? will death, I once more, defeat? to the hall I stagger... as my world shudders about me... no lights, no sound, and fading hope... but the sound of ever maddening waves... eager to crush this insolent ship, so insolent as to invade its realm so foolish to taunt nature with no one now at its helm each cabin, in rising panic, I searched in rising gloom, to find nothing to comfort me, each but an empty room... fear increasing with- each crushed hope, each screaming smash of wave am I alone, am I dreaming? or against me, the sea is scheming? fought my way up to the rolling deck, pain swelling in my now sprained neck- alone? the sea grew ever more threatening and awesome, I felt left alone to face my fate my outcome no longer doubtful, I wouldn't have long to wait... at a topside cabin, I peeked outside, saw mighty wind and wave- an angry earth it was tonight no way for me to save... dark night and no one about- I cursed, I cried, I screamed, I did shout... abandoned? left to die? or in a murderous dream- did I make 32 die? toss their bodies overboard? feed the sea, its requested hoard? panic is panic, and panic this was- demon or victim? which was I, did I kill? will I die? I retreated downdeck, a broken man, either way I lose- the comfort of strong steel- no more- it would'a been something that I could use
The light has dimmed one can barely make it out through the murky waters Our time is over we must move on to make way for the next generation Cherished hopes fade as leaves change from green to crimson and fall onto the fields and the pavement Let's not despair We had our moment in the sun Now it's time for others to have their turn One spin of the wheel and it's over Rainclouds form in the sky The sun is no longer shining on us Let's take shelter quickly So other actors can take the stage
Just one of those days, Wrong in many ways, Nothing goes right, For anything I need, I have to fight. Lawyer pisses me off, Social services too, The clinic gives me 16 perscriptions, The pharmacy says, "Not for you!!" On the phone all day Makin' no headway, I finally give up, and go to bed Juggling curses inside my head Somedays you're the windshield Somedays you're the bug, Seems like today, I hit a clear wall, My bug wings smashed To the roadside I fall.
There are times--- I fall, unwittingly and 'cos of this, I want you to be near …for when my body trembles, give me the courage …for when my mind is confused, enlighten me …for when my memory is lost, remind me of me If ever I fall--- deeper into the abyss of darkness lift me, with laughter's of the day And, if ever I weep again--- wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers and dry my tears, with its sweet petals Yes, I don't want to live alone--- so this to you I ask, stay beside me that I may not fall into the pangs of solitude
Cotton floating from the trees, caused by a gentle springtime breeze, air, pollen laced makes me sneeze, Achoo. A Bee at work while it's still sunny, gathering nectar for its honey, Ragweed makes my head feel funny, Achoo. Could I but move to a climate dry, with no more weeds to make me cry, to face each day with but a sigh, Achoo. A place in which my eyes won't swell, Arizona is good so I've been tell, this Johnson grass sure rings my bell, Achoo.
It is a glorious sunrise On this early misty summer morning The first rays of the sun breaking through Slowly lighting up the ending night sky The colors are magnificent and radiant The sun light starting to kiss my skin The soft puffy clouds in the blue sky I close my eyes to absorb my surroundings The ever slight breeze caressing my body I inhale slowly, letting the cool air fill my lungs The silence is almost deafening I could stay here forever in this perfect moment I feel relaxed and almost giddy My emotions running wild with glee I open my eyes and take in the wondrous view The sun now rising above the horizon The birds are awakening, ringing in the new day The dew on the grass, glistening like diamonds
Life has made me travel over the isthmus I stand on the peninsula of existence, An interstitial wandering through a life, Dominated by intertidal forces of fate, That overwhelm me, Here on this narrow strip of life... No longer in control of my destiny Intuition my last strength... So I move before the disaster comes... I wonder of life... On the mainland... Where protective mighty mountains, And crowded cities looming... Offering endless options to all Not just wandering a lonely beach... As I do every day... Peninsula... Isolation... Endless doubt.... Words with no one to hear them... With eyes unaccustomed to the human form... Just the waves, the gulls, the distant ships... The world so mysterious... I could be on another planet... Peninsula of despair... Peninsula of loneliness... Peninsula of unexplored passion... The moon is made for two, Not but me alone... Peninsula, Peninsula of pain.
Empty vessels carry forth The Maiden of the night who pleas With tears of silver that trickle light O'er cheeks that shine without reprieve Feathered hair that billows strong Within a winters wind, Captures the moment, a mermaid's song Of one that longed for something complete Frost-like lips that part with ease Blow forth a lightened air Wisps of fog spread as wings Caressing in their beauty Calling out with woeful cries As echoes wither naught Shuddering while her heart doth break Yet again from pain and hurt Death comes willing to those that beg With faceless shapes that dance Puppets upon their gilded strings Leading innocence along the path Shimmering wishes and dreams that died With one moment in time now gone The empty vessel carries forth Searching aimlessly for one A soul that captures That begs to hear That prays just once to be felt A maiden of night, a shadow now Breaks free on dawn's first light Sacrificial lamb of god An angel upon the stars Touch her, feel her, see her there Allow her but once to live.. Dust on the wind The clouds draw nigh.. The Maiden's song complete Blood trickles sour, blades fall with grace Lamenting in this loss A female now seen, Though always not Had at last, perhaps been sought.. In sorrow did her moment rise, The instant the blade struck harsh, As her heart did stop, Her body did fall In life she had been a simple non, But with death, she had become…
It is the morning of the rain. A misty Seurat haze soothes eyes toward turning vast distances apart. Hands puzzle empty goblets, ball-point table cloths. Strangers pose in silent bedrooms near the rainbow of gasoline weathered faint by somber rain. Morning paints its dim impressions, serrates edges, swirls clouds as rain rolls back its dead man's eyes.
On a sunny day it feels dark and cold Having mighty huge arms But nothing to hold No one understands and labels you 'mad' One minute your happy And the next minute your sad Be happy everyone keeps saying Easier said then done You try but the demon keeps on outweighing You can fall and be in total despair Everything is grey and has no connection You reach for help and it seems as no one cares Its can happen to me and can happen to you Mental health is just as important as physical health Its just like catching a cold or flu Be open minded and try to understand firstname.lastname@example.com
i come through night i come through day abcent for days or somtimes years am neither on time for its my say i am your true friend music to your ears i can arrive in seconds begone in a flash for i am emortal i cannot be taught i can leave you intact or turn yo to ash your one true friend i cannot be bought speak through others mostly yourself often mistaken and blinded in denial man or god cannot fool me with wealth be patient my friend ile make it worthwile take my hand for its no crime next destination its your choice refuse the other hand its not mine with you lstening to that old clock chime
Deep meaning I cannot say Deep streaming Showing me.. My way The four winds I saw in my dream Showing me.. My way Slipstream An outstretched hand Passing by Slipstream Invisible in a blue sky Tumbling over and over Passing by, caught me Threw me up high Where do you go? I cannot say Slipstream Showing me.. My way A grain of sand, passing by An outstretched hand Threw me up high I cannot always dream I cannot say Show me... My way Slipstream
Walking through the moonlight Echos at your feet Head bowed to the earth Alone in your defeat The voices they speak loudly The shadows they loom tall The biggest bow won't stop you Alone in your last fall The dead leaves tumble Through the space between your feet Your thoughts race wildly The memories remain bittersweet Are you lonely Are you torn? Walking through your patch Your patch of endless thorns
Something does not seem right anymore. Waves seem to move away from the shore. The alignment of the stars must be wrong. I know this is not the way things belong. Why does the sun now seem to rise in the west? I wake every morning to a feeling I strongly detest. The moon no longer shines pale and bright. I no longer find comfort in the quiet of night. The colors of the flowers seem faded. I can not shake this feeling of being so jaded. The rain no longer seems to refresh the world. I seem to be only the broken spirit of a girl. When did the rainbow change to shades of grey? Why did you decide to keep me pushed away? How do I bring beauty back to all that I see? Is there anyway to bring you back to me? Perhaps this darkness is all that was meant to be known. Should I embrace this fate? Was I meant to be alone?
Pick up the phone - dial the number No answer What has happened? Has the grim reaper wielded his scythe? Fear starts to grow Take solace in this Even the wise cannot solve all mysteries We're still prisoners of mortality Yet for brief periods We experience transcendence Those moments when we are alone with earth and sky Lead us to feel There is a soft voice In the darkness Which is calling our name
At a low point in my life, Recently seperated from a cheating wife, My dear mother had soon there after died... And my numbed heart only cried, To top it off, I'd lost my job... Another reason for me to sob At that time my tears were damp, I considered taking life's exit ramp.. I found myself one spring afternoon On the boardwalk contemplating doom When suddenly I did realize Just what lay before my eyes... The awesome size and power of the ocean Of which I didn't have a notion Of how and when it was born, To that thought my curiousity was drawn.. How many 8 oz. glasses of water does it hold? And tell me, if you can, just how old? But mostly, how'd it come to pass, How long for God to cast... Just minutes earlier I'd felt so sad Seeing each couple, seemingly glad To be with the one they love, Blessed by God above. Each happy look burned deep, Why can't I find love to keep? But the ocean set me a perspective, And now that I was reflective, Perhaps I can carry on, And live with the fact my old world was gone.
Black shadows passed through trees Passed through stone walls Crept up galleries and halls A gem to take A gem to seize The Shadowfire For, the gem does possess, strength and conscience These are the things the Ice King desires A stolen heart held in the cold hand of the Ice King Will make him strong again To kill and maim Revenge for all that were slain A heart must be given freely You cannot steal these things For then.... They have no love No meanings The Wraiths gathered up the Shadowfire In the depths of winter In the bitterest cold A gem to restore strength To make them bold Slipping through the lock and hasp The Shadowfire carried away To the Ice king Whose cold bony hands waited, for the time that the gem... Would be in his grasp Screeching and wailing triumphantly The Shadowfire was placed in the Kings' hand Now he had the strength to take and conquer all in this land A battle to commence Destroy all Through a stolen heart Taken from the Great Hall
When a fire broken out, It never cares for price, Ash has left behind, Prestigious things when cool down. When water became flood, No huts and concreted towers, The dignity and respect for family, Banished with dirt and dry leaves. When clouds have thunders, And lightening in darkness, A scoundrel was hiding for safety, When worry was to secure things. Why are these Natural disasters? Hurricane and earthquake, Hits a person again and again, But a corrupted soul never admits. Why is life so hard to live? If nature, things and a human, If everyone is producing horror, What is a meaning to prefer things?
Rigged green vines coiling upon a cold steel gate, within, a numbing mist hangs over the land. Twisted, dreary trees stand solitarily amongst the stone garden. Listen, you can hear their groans and sighs, wheezing in the eerie stillness. The creeping fog clings to tree and stone like hands around an infants throat. No eyes, nor ears keep watch over this chaoticly happy haven, for no one enters or leaves but me. This is my dwelling of depression. Here I rule with blood and bone. Sorrow and Rage are my knights, from here I send them out to reek havoc on the world.
Spiral power, fluid run the groan of the earth has just begun Winds cusp the gulf against her will Shoulders of land in brine distill Creaking of Creole, tip of the tin Southern sky whipping about to begin Silent French Quarters, no reverie now the wind rips off roofs with a nod and a bow Blanket of blackness, blue air tonight inhuman howl, an eye with no sight History eaten, ground into the silt a whisper of brick left from whence she was built Quiet of motion, permanent pain the searing, wet kiss of a ripe hurricane.
Atop Her crystalline mountain of Superficial Tranquility, Humanity swoons there Crying, And Her tears slide in Anguish over the cliffs, Turning into snowflakes on their Graceful decent, Delicate and Mysterious, Until in one final Act of Betrayal, The wind that carried them so Gently from the rocks edge, Hurls them with Brutal Carelessness, To shatter as all Beauty does, into nothing but Glitter on the Dust that shall one day consume us all, Just as it now slowly Consumes This Queen, And what will our race have then to Blame, for its Thoughtlessness, As we eat our young, And lick the Wounds of our Master! there has Never been a man so Insolent as he who Believes he is not part of Her Suffering!
sometimes we wonder why we bother why struggle... what's the purpose? seems like we are, and we build sandcastles by the sea sandcastles of who we are what we want to accomplish sandcastles of our hopes and aspirations only to find they are totally at the mercy of the sea life seems a structure so flimsy, so loosely held together, of the weakest materials- wind or water make light of us like we're just waiting for the sea to wash us into the past can you be fearless of the power of the tide? yawn in the face of death? if you can, show us if you can't- let's together find a way inland.
I can feel the anger within my fingers The infuriating recollection forever lingers I sway to the beat of the singing blues And pick up the memory, it's mine to use I feel it still and still I become The electric music, I hear it hum My legs, closed. My wings, spread. Second time around, I break you instead Standing whole, its now over and done I let you chose. Fight, hide or run No longer climbing, I am the well Deep and clear, with wisdom I swell Reflecting cloudless, clear blue skies A lux light to which now blinds YOUR eyes Beware the angel, her wings will smother Beware the wolf, with courage like no other Beware the owl whose eyes do pierce Beware the tiger, both beautiful and fierce Beware the snake, unnoticed and unseen Beware the waters, both troubled and serene Blocked by a shield of immense immunity Beware the girl, the barefoot beauty.
When I was born, And for the first 5 years, We lived in Brooklyn, "King's County" you should know, Then we moved to "Queen's" Yup, "Queen's County" A small step down the royal ladder, One that hardly seemed to matter Next, I went to "Nassau County", As if on a royal cruise, Maybe a royal vacation, Didn't seem like much to lose... And now I'm in "Dutchess County" And I'm startin' to see a pattern, When will end? When I finally reach Saturn?? So let's take the logical steps ahead, At least those until I'm dead.... I guess by all rights, Next will be "Earlville" in my sights, Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I would tempt to guess, You see where I'm heading? This surely is a mess... Next "Serf-town" I would predict, Any lower, and I'll be sick!! But we haven't ended our descent, Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand" I went..... I'm not even go on any further, Cause the thought becomes too scary, But if I had to venture a guess, Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think... would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!
Let's watch the morbid dance asphyxiated sky romance as spinning voyeuristic stars control our hearts from space afar We glued our hearts to the breaking news the devastation, bone gutting bruise bloated water to ignite the black death we waited for the gulf to get over her wrath And now, the dance's begun again (the gulf takes jealous big sister's hand) We watch helpless, sick from our organs within We watch as the spinning of fury begins...
How near nothing something comes. It is saliva laced on lips, a litany of winter trees holding the sky in. We rise automatically, fondle the heat on, hear our newspaper words fill the walls like stale air as we axe frost from the windshield of moon warming up in the driveway. Outside, the wind rears up on hind legs and screams. But there is nothing, no scratches, no blood, no dried spit of hieroglyhics languaging the glass, no ancient stories to base our deaths on, to tell the grand kids when they're too old to care, too young to see between the stars.
"God doesn't play dice with the universe" - Albert Einestein Has someone stacked the deck? Our cards aren't coming up! War here - tensions everywhere The seeds of destruction are being sown Is there a pattern to this madness? Or is it just a game of chance? Where the cards show us nothing but "boredom and despair" the small castles we build by the sea are soon washed away by the oncoming tide Nature seems to be a gambler Later - at night We look up at the Big Dipper feel a sense of wonder about exsistence A warm breeze blowing from the west Life is beautiful - at times
The game will soon come to an end the fiery ground will keep its secrets yes , and the world will change the little hope we still have now hinges on whether the goal can be rechead by those who still look for answers Where there once was a palace Now there is nothing but ruins Yet, many still aspire to see the other side of the sun burning, as it does giving off a brillant light
Sure 'nuff... We get use'd 'a, Places we was brought up in, Seems more natural than not, Having lived on the outskirts Of JFK airport, To fall asleep to the song of Jumbo jets roaring just overhead... Most natural to me... Now it's the country silence To keep me awake... Occassional distant train whistle, On the periphery of sound, Geese honking choir, Flying above ground... Soon I'll love these sounds that most adore.... Unless I die first... Of a life now so a bore."
There will come a time the tables will turn Whether or not they will learn They will get a taste Worrying is a waste Whether it backfires in 20 years from now It will backfire somehow
Looking at a blood red sea, and watching the bones swim by is quite an oddity I assure you. But not for long, I predict, for man has learned well, how to produce such scenes, with such wonderful creations as pollution and disease. Beaches covered with needle trees will soon be a grand sight. For we consider oceans to be bottomless pits, but they are good gardeners of the shores and plant our trash well. Swimming will become an expensive pastime, for the toxic water will turn our skin to jelly and we will flow back to the coast, where someone will pour us in a mold so we can pollute once more.
Tiny snowflakes Spiral from The grey sky That is the same color of Dirty paintbrushes In a pallet of the residual water the snow falls and sweeps over the trees who no longer wear coats of red and orange leaves natures skeletons for the moment such giants that sleep and snowflakes fall onto my jacket as I shiver into the cool winters midafternoon and the silence is eerie until my feet step on the dead leaves who are also grey I say goodbye To summer days As the geese Fly to Escape the far freezing reaches Of this place My heart Goes with them, and we are all Frozen here With the snowflakes that Made the ice That killed the green Where has the suns warmth Gone? With Beautifully painted sunsets That now Leaves us with one gigantic Mess Where has my love gone Away with the seasons Where Has my hope gone Now that daylight is slowly leaving?
The onyx rose of ritual awaits the gathering night. Too often the almond sun slides slowly down the buttered sky. We know it is close, this day when snakes fly-- a prophecy of poinsetta's red rending our lover's eyes. These scars like granite streaks marbled in freshly ground steak soak up the pink reality of choice growing by the front door, a lilac of love's last coliander.