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I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion My approaches are absolutely wrong Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body I happily accept my fate For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign My erroneous, inevitable downfall I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall! Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer How then will I? How can I possibly be higher than you?- Why would I want to? I admire your freedom I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory Only to add to it further But as I am poisoned with the truth I can only be your grounded pedestal And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now And I merely look to the unknown future A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard My parasitic feet seer your glory I am ever so sorry I never wanted this renown There was a time I do recall When you overtook me in my sleep I cried aloud in helpless acceptance But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter I felt your bitter poison I felt pride at last I thank you for it I thank you for showing me What I will never be Dear Lucifer, Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence Generations of Evening take a hold of me now And the fruit must be shared
When my final shadows cling on desperately Where I fight formidable battles to merely hold the light I send you loving vibrations and soul sustenance Deep from the cathedral of one heart to another where today no choirs sing nor symphonies play Yet it is here where we meet in spiritual solace here to surrender and exchange inestimable treasures recollecting memories like unopened letters Galaxies are stretched over chronicles of shared history Nebula birthing stars will be exposed in forth-coming conversations bringing short-lived fulfillment to you Hungry to feast now will be the time to approve your blood art vision and with my own haunting surrender as dappled shades ink stain your chest I will reside with you and share, mesmerised pens - by branding as this will be your written reams to me your artist's pallet or brushed canvas no need for words and yet creating mysterious magical moments Bitter-sweet the music that dances taut guitar strings but now blood approved please go kick your heel up return to your laughter and ride on the breeze for not all are lost change not for I am with you always to love, listen and comfort as one with you in me and I in you as masterpiece
Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I've concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She'll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
This song is for my mother Let her hear me cry I couldn't bring myself to write it 'Til this darkened day arrived A song about old promises Made so long ago Created and cremated Ashes of the words I spoke Long separated by the miles Distanced from her golden smiles Memory of a mother Shared my dreams and really cared Long separated by the miles Distanced from her golden smiles Mama… I know I wasn't there…… For you Would have placed A magic carpet 'neath your weak and shaky legs Would have raised A strong west wind Let you breathe with ease again Would have bribed God's venal angels Come and soothe your endless pain Would have vanquished All the demons And bring peace to you again Be the child I never knew In a land We won't grow old Be the light I always loved Warmed my dark And lonely soul Be the girl Playing games In a world The sun won't set Be the laughter Calms my heart I never will forget I won't forget, won't forget This song is for my mother Let her hear me cry Couldn't bring myself to write it 'Til this darkened day arrived Song about old promises Made so long ago Created….cremated Ashes of the words I spoke I broke my promises, oh mama Now you've gone away I'm broken Drowning in the pain each day I'm drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning This song is for my mother Let her hear me…….
Refrain You shimmering waves on the ocean blue Dance not again, he cannot dance with you You weeping forests where the winds wail too Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew The world of pop will never be the same again The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain. Do you ask me why does my sorrow flow so Endlessly for him? Is he not gone the way Of men that many went before? O I do know My time may not be long, and lessons delay. Who do think was the man in the mirror? did You see us there, did you know it oppressed him When like wanton dogs drugged and rabid Went heedless along the callous way being dim. Look at the dance videos again, tell me You see the what he begs to beat it. Off the wall Are shadows falling like an inner expose Where he internalized the world, and yet did call In many songs - his troubled world was us But now the king's sun set to dust, and we Remain to heed and weep the vanity of lust The tangled truths of out tentacled history! Michael was God's gift to our season, and how I Wish he would dance for me across the tribal plains Of Africa again, where warriors ride in the sky Through the fire make us brothers without chains A global oneness where dreams deny the child Nothing again. O death, what oneness beyond this Can we find? Treat him kindly there, be mild To him who in this troubled life knew no bliss. Michael I miss you; O genius, sleep now in peace The storms of life are over, the lightning ends And droughts will come again, but I'll never cease To proclaim your virtues to foes and friends; Sleep beloved. Your glory stream in summer's eye And Harlem's street are filled, old men remember And old women interrupt their planning to cry Farewell, Michael ... the grandest star is but an ember.
violet star stream flowing across the soulessness of mundane dream... whispering everythings allright she's thriving like a spring fed rose of saintly gardens angels brightly glowing ...of this dream. i staggered along a ragged oragami path through a battlefield of metal devils called quartered living faith folding and unfolding garnished with ogres slinging burning orbs of fire -haloes of insanity... this is when violet star sashayed in soothing me shielding me her singing rosary telling me that she loved and missed my heart re-fastened our very being with a satin dream kiss that had tattered in the talon of time... lifted me across the bloody broken battered fields ...into the arms of forever where the beat of pristinity only flies so fly my love, fly ever so softly into me If dreams mean anything I know it wont be long till we dance the dance of butterflies over green sprigs and lacy things in a warm wind yes in the heart pond of a gilded tomorrow we'll gently drift make oragami sunflower love high upon a gilded glade... if dreams mean anything death is just a splash of black pebbles in a violet star stream.... if dreams mean anything
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The warrior lays her weary head, With heavy heart she cannot bear, Burning tears stream down her face, As whispered memories touch the ear. Her armour tarnished by remorse, Her battle-cry a wimpered row, Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, Will never know forgiveness now. The song began two score ago, When two came knocking at her door, In need of refuge from the world, Of that, and love, and little more. Forced to fight for every smile, Her only solace found in song, She longed for love to rescue her, And plant her where she could belong. Jealous tongues are seldom kind, Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, The caged canary only sings, When coaxed to praise from up above. For the steely spine that now I own, Forever shall I grateful be, A gift from her, and from her own. Courage mounted inwardly. I'll not forget how I have loved thee, And youthful memories I will prize, Til on the shore of His forgiveness, Whereto now, we both shall rise.
There are times we are left to cope With situations that drain our hope Leaving us full of despair At how some people just don't care About the evil that they do To good people like all of you We are left to somehow face That in mankind there is disgrace And those of us left alive Must find away to survive As you pick up the pieces of your life Without your mother, father, husband or wife And some of you God forbid Without the love of your kids We must band together with a brotherhood Show that in this world there is some good Because we are together in this deal We try to help each other heal We seek in each other good advice And offer each other sacrifice We hold each other in prayer and song As we continue to re-build the wrong Because what else in the world can we do Except let the light of good shine through The evil darkness and despair Of a catastrophic lack of care We want you to know you are not alone Think of America as a giant cone And all of us are funneling through Our prayers and hopes to all of you Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to explain it or to rationalize the horrible circumstances surrounding it. Let me just say that all of us who are writers and poets ply our poetry, "our intellectual wares," if you will, in a common written medium that expects the same unrestricted level of freedom of speech and expression exercised by those extraordinarily brave artists at "Charlie Hebdo" who were recently murdered in cold blood by self-styled Islamic extremists in Paris. It is also equally saddening and deplorable that some courageous police officers died in the line of duty defending these freedoms as well as some other security people and hostages caught up in the midst of these most terrifying circumstances. The heinous actions perpetrated by these armed extremists destroyed innocent lives and affected the lives of a number of loved ones whose burden of sadness and tragedy is unimaginable. Their actions also were an attempt to strike at the very heart of those sacred freedoms that all of us who live in open societies and democracies cherish as part of our everyday lives. The armed extremists, by their actions, also personified and demonstrated an obvious affectation for barbarity, stupidity, ignorance, and cowardice that were all on ample display as a result of what they did. Freedom of speech and expression are among those certain historic inalienable rights given to all of us by the divine hand of God himself, and certainly not by the generosity of any government or religious group (regardless of faith). The brave souls who died at Charlie Hebdo, died exercising this most sacred franchise. The point I'm driving at is this: Those extremists who committed these most reprehensible actions of recent against their fellow man did not win in spite of their collective efforts to destroy lives and to sully these precious freedoms that all of us as writers and artists hold so very dear. The outpouring of emotion and sadness in support of these slain heroes in the face of this most despicable crime is quite compelling, and underlies the continuing determination of all of us who love and cherish the freedoms of speech and expression to continue to speak out and to exercise these sacred rights without reservation. With all of this in mind, I humbly and proudly conclude my narrative to all of you here by saying and echoing as loudly as possible: "Je Suis Charlie" . . . "I am Charlie." Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 10, 2015) (Narrative)
A little girl She comes to a land of ghosts Almost empty streets She wonders Where are all the people No one here looks like her Within her heart Emotions stir It is so cold Foreign Lonely Where oh where, is the mountain of gold Her mom and dad they are so bold Pioneers Adventures People of action Not of words Hong Kong Left behind A new future to find They endured the sad A world not kind Their crowded apartment A benevolent uncle stole To leave the country they paid a toll Plane tickets in her fathers hand Brought his family to a new land The little girl did not understand The language she knew Was Chinese She spoke it with such ease She thought, she must throw it away The bits of her culture slowly stripped day by day Forced to grow up, with blinding speed She looks after, siblings needs No time for her She couldn't play Duty and honour The Chinese way Mom and dad, working night and day They do so much, for little pay Food on the table Their sacrifice A warm home Within a land of ice Through the years A life is built Yet the little girl, she is filled with guilt She knows, there's been a sacrifice Beneath the surface, of all that's nice Many, many, years ago Her grandfather was here Away from her dad, for many years Cooking for men, who worked the rail line A small comfort when they would dine Disposable humans They took the risk The horrors so many To long too list They needed their families So far away Yet the politicians, turned them away The abuse he suffered With all his friends It seems now the Government wants to make amends The past and future, are combined You can't move forward Without looking behind The little girl, now grown up For the past, she gives her thanks Dreams from ties She rides their rails Blood and sweat from hammering nails She hears echoes, from the past It seems their gifts, were forged to last My wife went to a forum where the government apologized for the awful things that were done to the Chinese people who came to work in Canada. So many Chinese men left their homes in search of a better life for their families. They were forced into slave like labour to build our cross country railway. Many of them lost their lives in the process. They were not allowed to bring their families. When the earlier generations came they were charged a head tax to move to Canada. This discrimination was exclusive to Asian people. This is a sad chapter in our Canadian History.
Death shadows, furious, frenzied, fought Waiting for this wretched soul to rot They redeemed me, tortured me, ceasing not Crows perch upon my severed breast Picking at the insipid flesh Vultures of glee coo and ratify my rest Love pierces my heart that is dead Maddening my severed head Feeding ones engorged instead Deprived and empty of soul within My ribcage grows bare and thin Eaten away by my own cruel kin Skeleton bare and scorned Fowl breasts of youth unadorned Cascaded in grotesque glory, basked and ever-mourned I fly! Hovering over my body too weak As tears fall down my hungry beak Let me fly north toward winter so bleak! The tears freeze on my cold bones In the dark snow that blackens, I grow old As wind, birds and corpses forever moan Homeward north I fly…I feed I, the coal-beaked corpse still need To roam…to rot…to unremittingly greed I am shadow, vulture, corpse, woman—all in one Feeding on my own meat, enriching everyone Absent of my own skin, the pain has just begun For Justin Bordner's Death Shadow contest
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013 I am who I am because of him He's the reason for my son's name He gave me my courage & my strength To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy Stand for the ones who can't To think and fend for myself I'm my Daddy made over Taught me to fight back To never back down How to pick myself back up When I've been knocked down Fight for what I believe I'm my Daddy made over He gave me my stubbornness Gave me my pride Gave me my temper Taught me not to take crap To speak my mind no matter who Work for what I want I'm my Daddy made over How to keep my emotions in check How to handle large amounts of pain When in trouble he always had my back He knew how my mind worked better than anyone I got it from him I'm my Daddy made over Even though he's gone I'll stand and continue on I may stumble I may fall May even get hurt along the way But I'll pick myself back up I'll dust myself off and stand tall I'm honored and proud to say I'm my Daddy made over Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
in this silence the respirator breathes… we did not know his heart was still *Inspired by Brian Strand's, Indelible Impressions contest. This was written the day after my Step-father-in-law passed away...he passed while we were in the room.
To be called .. ~ Grandma is a Honor ~ I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~ ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~ For he loved his Brother so much in the womb , he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~ Time passed another gift to see we are " Mickes" and Loved Our Dad held the title in Baseball ~ that's how we roll ~ those children are Grandmas hero's The Irish they love big and Family is everything The brothers will protect the beautiful sister ~ as many lads will be calling ~ Every time my Grandson hits a home run There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~ either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given These children have been blessed~ ~ a beauty to hard to describe If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom That girl can stop Traffic after raising three and still~ "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren " May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I'm giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We're on pins and needles now It's how we survive [Verse 2] They say he'll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he'll take what he wants to I'll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, "I'm not who I seem…" [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I'm too late now I know I can't win So just tell me I'm crazy It's all in my head You're not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don't tell me it's impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You'll curse the day that I'm dead [Chorus]
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time hearing the news before most of the World did He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected He had loves and passions from many places deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset Not only did he love music and inspire all He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened It was John Denver's plane that went down Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~ always in loving memory OH babe , do we hate you go ~ Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
I have lost the will to change Taking the path that leads to nowhere The darkness is taking over something i cannot repair If it is to be broken Drowning in the sorrow I cannot give in Take the fall and run to the heavens Im never going to bow Im never going to break I will not fall I will not fade I was made to take your breathe away Whenever my hope is lost Thats my chance to run for cover Light the fuse and burn it up I dont want to change the world I just want to make it colder Watching the end With our dying eyes Tell me where forever lies
R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee Death came as no surprise the first Sunday in July; it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee, with kin who took you in and waited with you through the last hard days. You kept what fears you had well hid, did not betray with loud complaint the fate you could not but know awaited. A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals – And genuine interest greeted all you met. And you were, certainly, never boring but well-traveled and smart beyond the telling. We'll miss your wit, your bright demeanor, and will remember all you freely gave --- and what you took from us with your passing.
Rushing to your bedside, cars blurred, people passed me by yet I still looked for a sign to know you would be all right but I only felt God's tears on my cheeks that day You just lay there, the fire in you set to low and I could not see your bright smile but your heart still beat, ever so strong and I felt God's arms embrace me that day For seven days you held on, a day for each of us even then you were so thoughtful... you could not speak, but we still heard you breathe then I heard God whisper to me that day… As I left with papa to buy your mattress to soothe your aching sores I heard His voice say, "Go back and kiss him," "This just may be your last." And true enough, it was. We left you there still breathing, not on your own though, but still Then that dreaded phone call... No more need to buy that mattress, your heart had already gone still A part of my heart will always be numb, and I shall never be the same again a certain twinkle in my eye won't shine anymore, it died as you took your final breath but my smile, how thankful I am I have a hint of yours... Tears still flow from my soul you know for all my mistakes, for my version of coping I am just so sorry, I hope you have forgiven me and I still hope to feel your embrace once more when I reach Heaven's door someday... It may only be in dreams that I truly see you, only in prayer do we speak You are here no more and yet I feel you, inside my heart, the depths of my soul… Alive ** this is about the last image of seeing my only brother alive... he was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball 5 months prior to his seizure which led to a 7-day coma, which he finally succumbed to, just 2 days before I turned 23...he was 32... ** originally wrote this for Frank's Images contest- thanks Frank for coming up with this, it's helped me to write and share this... please say a prayer for Raphael, my brother--thank you... ** submitting this as well for HG's Personify a Tear contest --nikko palmario
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem) Ignoring the presence of my stillness== As you walk with bitterness== Your radiance is no longer true== A melody with seduction over due== The song so bad wiped out by you== Rotating my abdomen== From the soul== The worms inside== They all die== Under your control== Separating the way== Is as if though== All the beauty in the world== Up and lived== You are more than I need== Drowning in my own abyss== Judging you one== Right after the other== A hellish so profound== Revelations passed so suddenly== Expression of limbo, I replay== The revenge== The revoke== Suffer catting my oxygen== They illness== Then lifeless== They identify== Then disgust== Never play the sensitive== Feel my needs== Like the wound full of abscess== A sore to never go away== Yes like the illness== Then lifeless== Dropped addict== These shivers down my spine== Identify, escape, abuse of certain== Announcing it even more== Proof that I am found== Out of love== The mind finally receives== Revolution with open eyes== The heart is trapped to proceed== Cleverer than the open skies== Old sweat glands in my hand== Retiring the mind== The best of my heart has no stand== Died from your retrieving cries== Advancing to my knowledge== The darkness that you lend== DISCLOSURE== to== In the depth of your eyes == I run before you hypnotize== Oblivious to the Valley of your wits== Refusing to relive the song== Feeling that are gone== Never will it feel right== I still feel the rotation== Exhale went out your soul== Exiting far from sight== Revoke an end to your light== A kiss of death to your good night== A kiss of death to your good night== (To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
Lou Reed , Mistral of his time so you walked this road on the wild side unique in music , never selling out believing in Art instead of commercialize Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~ Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers still will live forever with the many that left before you one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~ For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .
BEYOND YOUR END Look deep into yourself my friend, if then, you need to look to me, and deep enough to see the end, beyond your end is where I'll be. Into the love someday you'll see, becoming all the things you'll know, before your very eyes, I'll be already where you want to go. I'll be your long and blinding light, of which all life is awed, the thread that reaches through the night in search of what is God. And in a while, if love is right, and hope is not just more pretend, though you have sought what e'er you might, 'tis me you'll find, beyond your end. And I will love your death away, removing from your mind what'er your death might seem to be, with love impossible to find. Û © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
I thought of you today, sweetheart, which is really nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the day before that too. I think of you when I'm alone, I often speak your name! I keep your lovely photo, in a golden picture frame. Your memory's in my make-up. it's like another body part! I promise you, my darling, I keep it locked inside my heart! I'm told by friends, as time goes by, that I will slowly heal. I have my doubts about it, because the pain is still so real! Part of me went with you, when the Good Lord called you home! It broke my heart to lose you, now, I must go on alone! You're with Him now, in Heaven, so all that I can do, is say a little prayer each day, till He calls me home, with you! Poetic form: Rhyme Ralph Taylor I love this poem because I wrote it to Una, my loving wife of 54 years, who recently passed away.
There is a house on the cliff's edge, Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline At night, the tide lifts high against a foggy moon In the morning, gloomy clouds settle with the sea At times, not even the birds are seen or heard The house is left to nature's caress Home-crafted seashell chimes sway and sing with the wind Crushed sand dollars lie together on the back porch The shells were once whole, collected by the former owners Long gone are they now, smiling with the moon The owners are the very sound of the ocean spray, Striking the rocks, announcing the cool dawn of day They are not the dark, empty rooms, The rooms that nobody thinks of as they go about their lives The quiet owners are long gone—thought of only by one A stillborn legacy about as tiresome as the sun, When the clouds crisp out its beams . . . A seawater puddle is in the middle of the dining room Nobody knows it sits there, sinking in the floorboards It used to be a far larger puddle after a storm, Stealthily leaking into the house But now it is small—so small—and the boards are moist, Moist with its only companion amongst the instilled silence Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms Nobody remembers the former owners They were not much for socials and gatherings They always lived their quiet, happy lives Without a care of the outside world, Far from anybody's thought Miles from the nearest home Where the next generation comfortably lives He never finished fixing that leak . . . Sometimes the puddle gets bigger after other storms And when it does, there is almost life there again You can see the chandelier reflected on the unperturbed water As a crystal dangles and falls from on high The dark silence following the drop is as deep as thought . . . Nobody thinks of empty, abandoned rooms Nobody remembers the former owners There is merely a house on the cliff's edge Around a quiet, unmarked shoreline -March 21, 2013-
She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.
Words would fail me if I might assay To articulate the courage of this man. The numerous facets of his dossier Are subject for song in a distant land. Awakened in youth from serene dreams By the melodious blast of Israel's horn. Tall standing received earth's esteems, Accepting God's charge wherefore he was born. His marble image cleaves the bluest sky, And his halo is now a crown about his brow. His peace of mind earth can no longer deny, For he has now fulfilled his earthly vow. It can only suppose with the midnight of the mind, What may be reason's welcome morning star. One day he may return even more divine, With a holier task from God who reigns from afar. There's no thunder heard from Sinai's height, And we see no parting waves at Jordan's bank. We have followed no truer soldier in our darkest night, And now are marching on bravely in file and rank. Rolling on in faith toward the welcome dawn, The good fight won he's earned the honor of Moses. Now trekking the soul's desert to the divine throne, He follows God's light up the street of yellow roses.
Refrain: You shimmering waves on the ocean blue Dance not again, he cannot dance with you You weeping forests where the winds wail too Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew The world of pop will never be the same again The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain. Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing? Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight? I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin The great magician dancing for each curtain call. Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow "Stop the love you save may your own" had expose The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow. O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back Where there is love, I'll be there" they sang, and so All the while building a bridge between White and Black "I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do Just call my name and I'll be there" but we doomed forgot What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.
There is a place inside my head Where thoughts of other worlds will tread When I awaken from a dream Standing alongside a purple stream With a lime green cast upon the skies And a twinkling glimmer in my eyes Moons and stars that look so queer And a rushing sound within my ears I wonder if I should be afraid To be in a place quite so strange Roots of trees lying all around Whilst comes a rumbling from the ground There beyond the shivering leaves Many eyes staring back at me Out of the shroud of thickened mist On my hand is placed a gentle kiss The nerves of steel begin to fray With a restless feeling akin to dismay As a darkening shadow draws so near And yet still. I feel no fear. Suddenly aware of fields of green The most beautiful place I've ever seen A carpet of turquoise flows through the hills Mine greedy eyes can't get their fill With windows wide open to a soothing breeze Finding it's way through the forest of trees Leaving resonating echoes loud as a train As I felt a tremble inside my brain I hear whispers there upon my ear And yet still. I feel no fear The origin of such a beautiful song Grabbing my hand and pulling me along Oh it's the One who gave me life Father dearest with all your might Giving me the strength to let you go And become a part of the superlative show With a gentle hand once again to dry my eyes While I watch you capture such a glorious prize Deep down I can feel the time is near And yet still. I feel no fear Scattered pieces of a great full life Flash before mine deep inside A heart string is plucked to the tune of love Played by an angel sent from way up above While brilliant rays of light abound There I see you safe and sound Traveling back alone from where I came Crying buckets of tears like pouring rain Recalling the soft whisper you had to say "Be happy my child. We'll meet again one day." Feeling a presence always so near And yet still. I feel no fear
My dog is full of life and glee But gentle and kind as should be. She sits beside me day and night. I have no fear that she will bite. When troubles come we see them thru. We live in a house of silvery white and golden hue. And then she died. Oh such a day. The sorrows were heavy. The tears they ran. I am now alone in our golden span. Remember her well. Forget her not. To honor her memory I chose this spot. Remember her well. Forget her not. The joy she gave. The love she got. This was the 1st poem I wrote for school at 11 years old. My 1st dog and constant companion had just died. Now 50 years ago. By Carol Eastman Contest: Small poem II: Motif: Epic
Strange shadows on these coral walls stay hidden from the setting sun, yet creeping through the shafts of amber light drag behind them to the high parapet a cloak of utter darkness. Fierce defended, now are none: no frightened men to urge the heavy cannon round no shrill alarm or battle cries; the end of this, as every other day has sealed a silence now complete. Once we held here, on this foreign shore, the fortress of our childhood dreams and all the world's assaults seemed nothing then; an ocean breeze would cool the hurt of falling and bring sweet scents to pick us up again. Across the bay the dhows set sail upon a rising tide their canvass spread against the purple sky. We watched their leaving long ago but you are gone away now, gone to sleep and no injured soul so left alone can wait to watch them home again. Yet I will stand, a little or a while, and will not fear cold shadows rising nor while breathing yield the fort to them; in every breach I meet your laughing eyes and feel the warming of remembered suns.
****** I prefer to live in the Ordinance of the Lord Where truth and love Can be found ------ I long to Reverence In his Elegance Where solutions' abode -Abound- In my Sorrowful Moment's Of need... I-crave to see the light I pray to the Lord Everyday'... To keep me threw the night GF '
She never did come back home that night Me pacing the floor Walking for miles in search of her Leaving me torn apart Spewing with the turmoil of wondering Just what happened to her Who had she been with and why? Engraved on to my mind her name etched in my heart her love, her sighs Spiking my tongue her name cries out My heart splinters my gut receives another jolt God I loved that girl and didn't even know for certain until today But now it is too late I left it too long to proclaim my love for her afraid of the pain which comes from being knocked back still even that is not as I suffer now in the whispering of her name I look in the mirror yet see her reflection stare back at me smiling and tossing back her flowing locks her very presence is felt in abundance Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires class more expensive than purest diamonds with a charismatic magnetism radiating out overwhelming all within reach of her personality Stolen from this world she was No notice to anyone that she would be leaving Nothing makes sense anymore And I long to know if we shall meet again Some new day in a realm beyone ours Another time another place I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me For true love will never die Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered... My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her... So sad to still have these things going onin our world...
As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, As ambition carries us blind to who's at blame, And just where is the woe when the devil may care, For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, And as I embark into this desolate place, My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, Forward I race into the perilous pit, With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented face red brittle and teared stacking excuses the longer I stare this stress abuses my conscience with a glare a guilty reflection warns my mind is the prison I fear as I long to escape from the hell I dwell in right here who have I become? what have I done right? crossroads appear suddenly as fog fills the mirror tonight darkness owning the room, prefers I suffer slow so I proceed with speed because it's the only way I know tasteless stories flood my life's hard bound chapters while this smeared mirror reflects tears dripping from a face which was once filled with laughter.
Bob had been a lonely man ever since His wife of fifty years had passed. "Lord, let me join her." he would pray. "Let this day be my last." Each day, he went to the cemetery, Just a short walk down the street. After their talk, he would water her flowers And hear passers-by whisper, "How sweet." One gray and misty morning, He had hoped for sunnier skies To plant fall bloomers at her graveside; But, there, to his surprise… Stood an old dog beside her stone; Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as Bob approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers, Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place. Then, after the last one was planted, He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob's face. Bob smiled. "I had a dog when I was young… Pal…he was a mighty good one too. So, if you don't mind old fella, That's what I'll call you." Pal may have been an old dog, But he was smart and handsome in his way; So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal And a bath, if he decided to stay. Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass. He slept on a blanket in the den. In the night, he dragged it next to Bob's bed. He intended to be Bob's best friend. Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too; Never made a mess or got in trouble. He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees; And when Bob called, he 'd come on the double. Yes, Pal gave Bob's life new purpose. A special bond of friendship was cast. And never again did Bob pray, "Lord, let this day be my last." For twelve years, the very best of friends, Together night and day; And so it was, until one night, Both quietly passed away. The next morning, an old woman, Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes, Brought flowers to her husband's grave; But there, to her surprise…. Stood an old dog beside the stone, Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose. He whined as she approached, as if to say, "I could use a friend, you know." He sat calmly as she took old flowers And put fresh ones in their place. He carefully sniffed the fresh ones, Then turned and licked her face. She smiled. "I had a dog when I was young... a good one too. His name was Pal."
The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, "Bring my Dad home this time" She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She's afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn't fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can't tell who because it's all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn't bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn't understand who's to blame Because on the tag shows her father's name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn't see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father's arms.
Glenn Turner and Randall "Randy" Thompson were the best police officer and volunteer firefighter in all of Cobb County, Georgia, until March 1995 (WWF Monday Night Raw and WWF Wrestle-Mania XI) and January 2001 (Raw Is War, WWF SmackDown!, and the WWF Royal Rumble) when their lives were taken away from their loving families by Julia Lynn Womack: aka the "Black Poisoning Widow." It seems that it was these two guys in uniform who married the same woman, especially when she was after their money, totaling hundreds and thousands of dollars, even in life insurance. Glenn and Randy have been killed by a deadly liquid by the form of Etheline Glycol rich antifreeze; Lynn Turner used it to spike that of lime-flavored gelatin (green Jell-O), sweet iced tea, and chicken noodle soup. Now, how cold-blooded was that? But to be honest, Maurice G. Turner and Randy Thompson, God rest their souls, really never should've met this gold digging assassin named Julia Lynn Womack (who's now dead) to begin with. Their families, their colleagues, and the citizens of Cobb County, Georgia, they still don't understand why the lives of these two men have to end in a tragic manner. They've got a bunch of whole lives ahead of them. But now that Lynn Turner, who killed both her police officer husband and her firefighter boyfriend, is dead, she can't hurt anyone else ever again. Randall and Glenn are no longer with their friends and families (including their moms), but their spirits will live on forever and they'll see their loved ones in heaven one day. And as for Julia Lynn Womack-Turner, she got what was coming to her and may she burn in the giant pit of inferno for all eternity.
Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one.. A dirty wasteland that is his home but its a heaven for him,His mom sick in the bed,He is handicapped. Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him! He is helpless...he want to live But waiting for death,Help him god i pray to you....
Futility my heart breathes its last breath Embraces its own death Ready to be reborn and made anew Can't live a lie Refuse to "do" and I'll DIE.... Focus now on why I'll live And never touch the sky. I have to forget you I have to reject you But I will never love anyone like I loved you..... I heard you whisper and you never knew it I wiped the tears from your eyes But you couldn't feel it You're lost and you'll never find you And neither will I And I'm so sorry-- but I'm NOT. I'll attempt to reset Try to forget But you know, I never will. Be my dirty little secret My very worst-kept secret Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison My infernal and endless attraction towards complete and utter self-destruction I fell in love with the devil And it will take one heck of an angel To save me from the likes of you.... My addiction my confusion my nightmare my dream never to come true Oh, I'll never forget the times we never shared I'll never forget how you were never there Always me, the stars, and tears And I ask you, what kind of life is THAT? I have to face the facts I don't know what happens now but it happens without you. The stains will always be there the scars will never fade But the memory of you---- it HAS to. I could carry the torch forever But it would only consume me I can't cry another tear for you Or I'll dry up completely It doesn't affect you and you never deserved me You'll go on with your life, too All, all alone Because you'll only ever be in love with you.
They tried to make you go to Rehab... you said... NO! NO!! NO!!! Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab... you wouldn't GO! GO!! GO!!! boo-hoo hot-mess Wine-HORSE
With the weather cold and dry My mind wanders far and wide Within the future things in store Negative thoughts, nevermore Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts The pain that left the memory, not forgot Until one day, it returns to life To fear it with your heart, nevermore This stone inside is your sanctuary Not to be broken or to make one wary Demons from the past surround your love Let these Legion win, nevermore Alas, true lovers can fight them off Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant Allow the rain to come, nevermore You cannot allow this darkness to thrive To swarm your soul like a hornets' hive Beware of those who intend to kill Let them take your heart, nevermore Titles are a trivial thing Would phones or your heart start to ring? When your darling returns home in your arms Let the outside in, nevermore For you and our love are all that matter My heart and soul come together in patter For my weakness is your voice Allow us to be apart, nevermore
When I think about Michael, my eyes start to tear He never learned to love, the man in the mirror His gifts Thriller and Bad, made him the king of pop A true innovator, creating the moon walk That dirty Diana, never gave him a kiss He was a smooth criminal, we were the witness Loved by many millions, he lived behind his gate Neverland his prison, prescription pills his fate A life not fully lived, too soon came to an end He preferred fantasy, a strange world of pretend He started to early, wanted to be a child A part of him missing, his talking voice so mild Still whenever he sang, he created fashion What could ever compare, with that kind of passion? He continues to dance, an image on our screen He was one of a kind, the best I've ever seen
Touching you, your skin so cold, flat, hard the sickness within you like muddy water after a downpour, how could I stay. I could, I could not run... from the death in your hollow eyes, the limpness of your skeletal fingers. Don't run. Life seeks life, succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi. Stroking your broad forehead the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me. Yet fear, is all you feel and the wind of black holes, all you hear. The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee, momentarily, rosing a cheek hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip as you, through the we remember He. Touching....
WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN I was laid to rest, my death keeps getting better. If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep. I could try to say I love you in this letter, or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep. If the world was mine, I find it quite amusing, I would give it all away, to see your eyes, I would save your life, and everything you're losing, all because you never see who's telling lies. I am just as dead as is your heart each morning. If the wind has blown, you know I will be there. I will touch your life, without much of a warning, never look for me, just know I'm everywhere. I'm a summer storm, my hope is crashing thunder. I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm. if I rain all night, it's just a spell I'm under, you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm. I'm a little boy. An old man getting younger. All I have is how I know how things should be. We still want the world to live in death and hunger, yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.
SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE Some night you'll wake before morning Sweatin to the oldies she will sing. She'll make you think you're in Heaven... Long enough to tell you ANYTHING... And you'll believe her. Some night you'll wake up hearing voices Sweatin to the oldies of here life. She'll never say you're in Heaven. Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife. She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife. But you will KNOW. You will know. That's when you'll need her. That's when you'll love her the most. That's when you will die. Sleeping with the Devil's wife. That's when you will die. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.
I am a mere limb of Your Tree Let all your Love entwine me.
She sat next to me and the air seemed to dance around her, we traded words, conversations passing into the night while the moon was cradled by the clouds and that was when an ember landed on my heart, burning away the cobwebs that muttled my creativeness. My pen sat stagnant for years, now it's melted to my hand, laying verse and poem on anything that will hold ink. So for this mystifying sprite, that has taken the last step, my fingers will bleed before I stop scribing. In my art I will spread her soul throughout the Earth, whether dark or light I will scatter her sparks with each line, igniting inspiration in hearts and comforting with the gentleness that flowed from her fingertips. Her spirit glides above as our hearts wilt and the flowers bend their heads and cry. Trees comfort one another with the rustling of their branches and the wind touches every back and cheek with grief. The sun lays its warm hand on the shoulders of the Earth and our tears nourish the soil where they fall, as we remember her crooked smile. Light giving soul Always there to help you through the dark Unusually compassionate to the unworthy Resting in a tree enclosed meadow An enchantment that enspelled us all Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09 she will be missed
A bridge stood tall beneath a sky Of colour shining bright Darkness and light both amplified And beautified the night The stars, they danced in rainbow gleam Kissing the velvet base The gentle heavenliness of the dream Renewed my ugly face It seemed that years had disappeared And time had fallen asleep As I stood upon the bridge I feared But now I keenly reap A college friend was by my side Smiling futuristically I felt as if my past had died Simply renewing reality We watched, living and nonliving As the stars expanded and glided I gaped, silently forgiving My ugliness that had subsided The lake below grew jealous Of our glowing, beauteous form But we ignored it, obliviously zealous As the cold chill of night kept us warm When daylight came upon us The balance was tattered and torn My glowing frame was suddenly conscious Of the lake below, forlorn I stared upon its glimmering waters While the sun burnt out my paradise The college friend was sliced and slaughtered By the reality I have come to realise The ugliness declines to subside But who says beauty can't be rough? The stars refuse to shine so bright But still they shimmer enough As for that random college girl I just don't know how long But I'll find her someday in this world And who's to say I'm wrong?
Suddenly a very soft and familiar voice spoke to her conscious saying "Lovely" "Yes" she replied "Tomorrow you are coming back home" "OK" she said breathing heavily The conversation ended right at that instant Seven minutes later the unpredictable happens and Lovely dropped into a short comma. A new day arrives. Date: 01/01/1788 Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell Lovely wakes up; open the golden windows the sun is raising Knock, knock someone is at the golden door She didn't know what was going on this time She walks all the way to the door not noticing that her house was made out of the finest marble, and the finest gold that ever existed. Lovely answers the door thinking is the mail man with the missing letter. When she finally opens the door instead of the mail man was her husband with open arms and a smile on his face. Saying "welcome home baby" "I had been waiting for you" WE ALL GOING TO A BETTER PLACE SOMEDAY. OUR REAL HOME. Diogenes Zuniga
I wish that your death turned out to only be a bad dream. Your demise makes me feel like I'm coming apart at the seams. I wish that I would wake up and realize that it was only a nightmare. But you really are gone forever and it proves that my life is unfair. If I could wake up, I would be so pleased and it would be great. Your death hurts so bad that at times I can't even think straight. I've heard other people say how bad their loved ones deaths hurt them. But a man doesn't know how bad it really is until it happens to him. The Lord decided to call you home even though I asked him not to. I wish your death was just a dream because I would still have you. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Date: 12/31/1787 Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell She wakes up; open her window the sun is raising Knock, knock, some one is at the door She rushes to the door thinking is the mailman She is expecting a love letter from Iraq She finally answer the door but stead of the mail man is an officer from the army, he is well dress and carries a small box with him and inside of the box is an American flag with three different medals. One medal is for being a soldier of the US Army, the second medal is for being a national hero, and the third one, is a medal of honor for dying for his country. She goes crazy crying out for help, screaming all out that she was expecting a baby. "I'm really sorry" the officer says "If there anything I could do please call me" he reached his wallet and pulled out a business card and gave it to her. "He was a brave man" he said The officer turned around and left the house with out hesitation. Poor girl was drowning in her own tears; she still didn't believe what just happen "Lord please help me", "help me go through this horrible pain" she cries out. She goes back to the bed and tries to sleep it off, but it didn't work out, the pain was too much just to act like nothing didn't happen. She finally falls as sleep after several hours of crying painfully. She tosses and turns all night long, sweating like crazy with massive pain on her chest While she was having a horrible nightmare; dreaming about the death of her husband-
Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state ------------------------------------- Blood and Bullets That night we cried ourselves to sleep For each of the little children the blood did weep Serve upon this misery and damage No words will excuse the savage The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies But still the frozen child dies Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have For the media projects the fame they crave Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole ALL AS A WHOLE And we fail And we fail The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them.. Them... It's All About THE KILLER Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous Blood and bullets Blood and bullets Blood and bullets Blood and bullets Blood stains Bullets jump dead forgotten left rotten Monster remembered remembered Blood and bullets Blood and bullets
As the sun caresses the world In her warm embrace to wake us, I held you. Like a toddler boldly stepping forth Into the wondrous adventure awaiting, I taught you. Admirer, collector, connoisseur of the fine, I found so much to admire in you, I appreciated you. Eyes twinkling starlight, impish grin, I learned much and you taught me to play, I grew with you. The glow of life, a bundle of joy, You gave me my dream of having a family, I was you. Romeo was just a passing fling, My love was King … none surpassed my strength, I loved you. Days now are just empty minutes, My new quest to find peace and move on, I forgive you. Cheeks wet, heart heavy, spirit strong, Mind firmly stuck on dusty, old Memory Lane, I miss you.
I miss you more and more everyday, That's why I drink so much to take this pain away. The pain don't really go away it comes back, and I get so lost I don't know how to act. I get lost in my thoughts of you, It kills me you can't come back ever no matter what I do, This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. Some people say time will heal, but I know I'll be missing you still, It feels like I'm living in a bad nightmare I wish it wasn't real. If I could go back in time, I would go back and press rewind. I would go to that day the 2nd of July, and make sure you were okay and you didn't die. All I got got now are our memories and the tears I cry, To keep it together it's hard but believe me I try.
A dedication to my grandpa, i love you and miss you, Your legacy lives on within my heart The sun can shine So bright, it makes you blind Fooling, deceiving. Very misleading . The world telling you it's a good day With just a simple ray. Penetrating your mind Telling you to leave all that behind. So you leave it … Searching for anything to find. To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind. So you go for a stroll in a park And see a dog with a playful bark. As you step near You start to grow in fear Foam in its mouth You notice your head dropping south Chin down And start to frown. You realize it's not so sunny anymore Rain pours No more birds soar. Drop to your knees And freeze Start to cry. Then wonder why. Why do I feel this way? Looking for answers, you go to the bay. Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, "Remember what I taught you, You have to be strong. Find the right In the wrong. Everything will be okay. Some days will rain. Some days will shine," Looking around to see who it may be You continue to listen to the voice from the sea, "some days you need to stop everything And pray. The Good Lord will take it away. I've always been your strength Strong for you and yours sister both." As you realize who it is You start to cry, from sadness… And bliss. "I know you miss me… And I miss you too. No need to cry, Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. But just always know I'm here, In heaven watching over you. If you ever need me. You know where I'll be. Watching over you from the clouds. No need to worry. Don't stress so much. Life happens. It peaks And it stinks.. Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. But it's all in God's plan. Everything will be for the better. Now I'm sorry I have to go, Check on your sister and cousins you know Whenever your feeling rough Whenever life gets tough Remember what I taught you. Rain may continue Life will happen in different Venues But go dance in the rain Let go of the pain. Enjoy the life God granted you …it won't last forever. Don't plan out the future God has his plan Live his will out Not yours Remember your still a kid, So smile and I love you Catie did" Tears rushing down your face Tears of joy or sorrow You don't really know. Remembering what your grandfather taught you, With his strength You stand up Something in your chest starts to bump Your heart, it's whole Alive Beating once again. Pain is gone And you live on. Dancing in the rain With only life to gain.
Remember me when I am gone, no need to shed those tears. For I am in a better place, where I have no more fears. With Gods embrace I'm happy now it's a lovely place to be. There is no more sorrow, it's as pretty as the sea. Remember me my lovely child, for I'll remember you. Just pick up all the pieces, and try not to be so blue. The time has come for me to go, so hold your head up high. I know your feeling lonely, I'm right here by your side. Tell all your kids I love them, and not to be so sad. For I love you all so much, I was proud to be your Dad. I Love You!
David, you mean the very world to me and more Can you forgive me? You brighten my days when I am low and dead And you listen—you always are there to listen Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder You comforted me when I was scared to death Of the demons…always watching…you were there Watching over me, scaring them away from me You save me by being alive and who you are, David Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame Because there are few that listen—few that listen You draw the poisons of my pain clear out And you let them sink into your own skin You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown I'm selfish and rude, and I always ignore you And for ever doing that, I hate myself Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up I've been a selfish bastard and I hate me For never giving you enough love David you are everything to us all and more Do you hear me? You are so uplifting to all of those around you You are selfless—so incredibly selfless And in the silence you lifted me high with praise Because I knew you would always be the one to give it Never was there a day that you didn't believe in me Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back And I never saved you! From all the loneliness I never thought of you! I was so selfish I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory You are amazing in every way Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life But now I ask for your forgiveness Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow I've never hated myself more than tonight But I will never, ever say goodbye *for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he's been having some tough times. Thanks. *
How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?" It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme. "Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin? Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in. These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son. He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run. He played these songs at my funeral last week. Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat. You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write. Yes you! Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right! Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now? Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow! No don't look! You won't see me. My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely. I'm watching you read your poems. Did you get some good comments today? Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display! You deserve that nice comment. How about your soupmail? Are there very many? Did someone tell you a secret? Remember! I won't tell and I know a plenty! I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme. You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme time! You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do you do it, One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women with wit And one of you even wrote of hanging berries! And all of these wonderful poems I've read. I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead, Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup. Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group. So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme. And know that someone's watching you write all this time. And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now. Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
Our Country Tis of thee, sweet land of Liberty, That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land. For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain.. Their blood is among the plains. Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands, One nation In need of God… These United States Of America. Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave in the hearts and mind's Of those who love it more than life. For some it is their only gift The greatest gift of all. From Sea to shining sea , They've come and they've gone. Some nameless, some known, We all die,, But some never come home The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free. W.A.R
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You
My '90 Dodge Daytona sat Broken down On Horseblock Road. We hitchhiked east To Kelly's induction, Embarrassingly tardy. The trucks were leaving Ashes were spreading And 16 people stood Broken down Outside the service. Sean, Laura and I approached. We made 19 Peers in formal wear Feuding for space Between 2 cars. Packed with living friends, We found our way back home. Sean's flag stood through his window, Guiding and mediating, So nowadays I try to reason with atheists. I'll never forget returning to my Dodge. It started and drove without a flaw, And I felt like I had aced a test.
like the raven who taps taps upon your chamber door do not fret my Virginia for it's my shadow moving across the floor this is what I'm telling you my darlin and nothing more beneath lattice I still call your name come to me virginia come hear the tap tap upon your chamber door for only you my love I surrender and never more wind howls in blanket snows here I stand so all alone broken hearted and misconstrued my Virginia who lies under stars and moon just a tap tap upon your chambers door tis I and nothing more tales of hidas truth blackbird sings harps cords just like the tap tap upon your chambers door my sweet Virgina whom I adore for there'll be love waiting and nothing more as I lay right next to you in this tomb I counted only seven who have even knew the times of this raven who tapped tapped upon your chambers door twas only I and will be never more Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe And His Young Bride Virginia Also To His Poem The Raven
Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you. When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't know what I'm going to do. While you were on your deathbed, I asked God for a miracle when I prayed. But he still took you after you had been my mother for over four decades. When somebody has been a big part of your life for that long, it's very painful when they're taken. When the doctor said you were going to die, I would've given anything if he had been mistaken. It broke my heart to see you lie in that hospital bed and suffer. The situation was bad enough but it was bound to get rougher. Things became much worse when I woke up and saw that you had died. At times I still feel lost without you and it tears me up on the inside. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Mommy, Why do you cry? Daddy, Why weep? The angels up here. Are so loving and sweet. What a beautiful place, No sadness or fears. And whatever you ask, God always hears. His love surrounds me, I am not alone. I am comforted and loved, I am happy at home. So, here for you, I'll patiently abide. Keeping our mansion ready, Warm and cozy inside. I'm very close by, And in your hearts I will stay. I'm not really gone, I'm just a heartbeat away. The angels were singing, As they opened the gates. As you see, for me, Heaven just could not wait.
Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?
just reach your hand out to the sky pull your loved ones back to your side lets get to say one more goodbye for we never wanted them to go away and die as now the days and nights lay in such sweet disguise so let us once again our lord stare into their illumating eyes as we reach out for them in your broad horizon sky and get to hold and kiss them even if their not by our sides for if this is however feels when we die then I'd like to be that angel in that sky so I can just reach out right back and wipe their tears too from their eyes Tribute To Our Loved Ones On The Other Side May You All RIP
Refrain: You shimmering waves on the ocean blue Dance not again, he cannot dance with you You weeping forests where the winds wail too Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew The world of pop will never be the same again The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain. The world of pop will never be the same again, dim The lights for him forever, my immortal performer, My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother! Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear. Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief "Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal? What solace did we give him, when we understood naught? What haven was there for him for all the love he gave Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/ O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave. Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.
from his abc's to that freaky billy jean came a pop star for all to love and see from the apollo's stage wondered if you were ready for screaming rage for you never had a childhood of bliss only done what was on joseph's list a studded white glove and white socks just because a star on the hollywood walk of fame for you sang and danced showing no shame scandals of twisted truth did not detour you from your missing youth neverland was your own safari escape who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith michael may god cradle you in his arms and basked in your king of pops worldly charm will forever miss that porcelain smile and always think of you on my radio dial for now your at your heavens trial may god forgive this lost and lonely child In Loving Memory Of Michael Joseph Jackson Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009 RIP
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu) Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom: Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country. He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising. After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg. In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership. Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone. He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty. Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act. On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court. Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979. His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid. In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria. On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words: 'My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom. Tell my people that I love them. They must continue the fight.' Mahlangu died for a cause! Salute! The Struggle Continues… (special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
loves longing takes me across the river over the mountains and along the shore you are here because i will it so and because love knows no boundary your body is gone but your love lives here within my heart my days grow shorter and my nights seem darker now i am sad at times because you are gone happier still to have had you in my life for so long your love is here and my breath is your breath and will remain so until i can no longer inhale goodbye my love until we meet again...
Linda I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me. Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups. Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue. I think she was going to some special do. I remember Jills first birthday party, even the dress she wore. The house was full of friends and family and more. Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well. The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell. The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink. Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink. I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home. Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone. I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, washing the dishes the cups and the plates. All this before she was even eight. I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your house. All the same crowd their having the time of their lives. Then the big bash for my big Five O. I wanted a really big show. So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine. Only just got it all ready in time. I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train. Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim. Life throws some really awful things at you. Some so bad you just don't know what to do. Our friendship spanned almost thirty years A lot of fun a lot of tears. When the police came round to our house that night, I didn't even realize you had gone. I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About the past. On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were on the mend at last. On your birthday in May I thought of you, All the things we had been through, Rest in peace. Love Pat
You had the spirit of a stallion. You could not be tamed until you were ready and no matter how life may have tried you could not be broken. You brought a piece of something that many did not possess to every life, and when you opened your mouth unearthly words of wisdom were spoken. You were strong and beautiful and had the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. The love that you held in your heart was like something out of dream, almost unreal. It was love and confidence and support and stability you made me feel. God blessed me by letting me be a part of you. I am so happy that our lives crossed paths and you helped see me through. Now you are in His memory, waiting to be raised. When you live again, your mind will be clear. The fog will be lifted. There will be no haze. You will run about and never die. You will feel no pain or fear, never cry. Your days will be filled with love, strong and true. Your last words to me were I love you. Here I wait, just trying to get through. I will see you again, Grandma. Into my arms, I will welcome you.
We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost half of how we came to be We lost we four girls first love We lost our Best Friend We lost more than just a Dad that day Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half Our children lost their Papaw We lost our family's foundation We lost the glue that held us together We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost the Strongest man we ever knew We lost the man we looked up too We lost we four girls Teacher of many things We lost more than just a Dad that day We four girls lost our Hero We lost some of our Light We lost part of our Heart We lost part of our Soul We lost more than just a Dad that day We lost some of our Courage We lost some of our Strength We lost some of our will to fight back We lost some of our will to carry on We four girls lost more than a Dad We lost more than just a Dad that day
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013 I hate you Cancer Your vile evil and cruel You don't care who you hurt I'll never forget that day I'll always hate you for it Your heartless Cancer You took someone important from me Someone important from others too Took people who didn't belong to you I hate you for it You disgust me Cancer You had no right to take him from me He mattered more than my very own life I hate you for taking my Daddy I hate you for taking others too I hate you with a passion Cancer You took part of my heart with him You took part of my soul that day too I hate you for it I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you with every fiber of my being Go back to Hell where you belong I hate you, others hate you Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer I hate you more than his doctor's I hate you more than God I hope I get to witness that day Witness the day you fall And you will fall Cancer You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave You'll finally get what you deserve And you'll never be able to take another soul Sabrina Niday Hansel ______________________________________________________________________ Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's 2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!
I suffer I suffer in the shadows of empty clouds Sorrow consumes the very essence of who I am Evil lives, yet beauty dies, why? Why not me? Her words brightened the world A woman I will never know Has left me sad That life was stolen The devils work is never done Her heart is penned in poetic verse To live on, so that we may all remember The brightness of her smiles The kindness of her heart Late in the night, I read verse after verse and verse A tear I do shed in silence For the woman I never knew Her heart lives on in whimsical prose I lay down in her memory this red sweet rose Notes: Dedicated to Linda-Marie Sweetheart of Poetry Soup At the time I did not know her struggles, and yet here she was full of kindness to us all here. Let us never forget the angels who walk amongst us. God bless.
A Prayer for my Wife Now I'll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin' a tear Last night when it got late and really quiet around here I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray And in the darkness between me and God, here's what I had to say I love her so much Lord and I just don't know what I'd do I'm afraid that she won't make it, that's why I'm coming to you Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees I'm begging' you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas I don't know what your plans are or what you have in store And I know I don't deserve her and that she deserves much more And don't misunderstand Lord, I don't assume any obligation For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life And I swear I'll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife And if it's not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead Cause' I can't live without my love, I'd be better off dead And no excuses for my past Lord, but I'll do better than I've done I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son. I wiped my tears as I said my amen's and prepared myself to stand Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in Reliving each and every moment, over and over again And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin' I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God's living grace And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
I stand at your grave. I do not know your name. I know not where you are from. Where you fought, nor where you died. The horrors and pain you suffered, were not in vain. The death and destruction brought you pain. I weep at your grave, for the life you gave. I weep for the Mother, that gave you that life. I kneel before your grave. I bow my head in gratitude to you, The Unknown Soldier. Forever Remembered.
Each field is barren white with snow, around me blind, they know. I see. Darkness brings the haze of dawn, how many must it show. While many miles of web it's barb, my flesh, it tastes and grows. Bringing home the wheat, ground white, and powdered souls, spread open far and wide. Touching only youth, not men, Each gem from stone, pours out and lost our seed it keeps. No more. j.McC. Is It Poetry
I wish I had just one more day, to say the things I wish to say. To walk along behind your wheelchair; How you could out run me just wasn't fair. Have our morning coffee; sit and chat, once again call you an old senile bat. Millie, I always admired your will to fight. Talking with you made everything all right. Funny how nature's rules centrist and bend; Millie you were much more than my friend. You were the mother I so long ago lost, you taught me how to face and pay life's cost. You were always there to lend me an ear; offer advice, which I shall hold forever dear. I will miss your voice; raspy from the smokes, you were one of a kind who loved to tell jokes. We found my family and we found your son; two wonderful things, which we got done. Millie you may have passed but this is no lie, up inside of my heart you could never die. The message behind all of these tears I cry; I will see you later, I will never say goodbye.
The song starts to play and I start to cry How can so much hurt come from a song like that? Once upon a time it used to bring me happiness and laughs Now all it brings me is sorrow You were my world and the song was ours Now you're gone leaving me with nothing but a broken heart It isn't easy to forget about everything That song meant so much to me and now it's all been taken away I had a dream that the song was going to bring us together again But now, I don't want to listen to the song anymore The song is a constant reminder of our tragedy and it will always hurt I've tried to forget but nothing seems to work I'll listen to that song a million times more Until the day we are reunited, together forever
You think that you know me But you don't know at all Every day you say your sorry After that I fall I hate it when you lie You think your doing good When all you cause is pain Just tell me that you hate me So my life won't be in vein...
From toil to rest you heard the call Farewell to changing weather The clock lies broken; forever stalled Now you roam in fields of heather ~*~ For: Winnie- RIP
Infected with love ~ (a collaboration with my daughter) ROYAL BY: ROYAL Everyone knows, yeah they know surrounding myself with the thoughts of suicide scars in my heart, hurting past tense, where have you gone, outta my sight here is where you belong, come back. you come and go come and go, one day you weren't there no more. things where good, I turn for a second now your gone, you come back, just come back! infect me with your love. stop hurting me now, you left me wanting more. I never showed how much I love you. ~~ BY:PD All the pretty flowers, Never will compare, to the passion in your eyes. I never walked away, It was time for me to say goodbye.... Walking away, to another land. Here, love is more than you'll ever understand. I never left you alone, God had other plans. I'm not gone, just relaxing till you arrive. I took your infectious love with me. If you only knew your sad injections, Are still causing a stronger immunity. Not even death wore-off your infection. You never had to say it, I would seen it in your eyes... Baby don't cry! Baby dry your eyes! From here your still infecting me with your love. ~~ NOTE:: ROYAL Top half was written by my daughter ROYAL~ She wrote the top half from my point of view... to my mother ( who passed away on my son's birthday ) PD Second half was written by ME,,, I wrote my half from my mothers point of view (RIP) ( who never got to hear them word, I LOVE YOU :-'( I held a grudge against her because she gave me up for adoption... I loved her deeply... STILL DO...
To capture the attention everyone else gets but you You do whatever you can to get it Even if its bad You continue to do it To get the attention you never had And the attention you will never get You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has You want to feel important... special So you seek for a better Much higher thing What you need You dont quite know But you decide that You will do whatever it takes to make you happy And sometimes That means.. suicide Sometimes it means Shooting someone Because the hole inside your heart needs filled And thats the only thing you ever had The only thing you see The only thing that someone gave to you The thing that got everyone talking about you The thing that got everyone to even look at you So if you decide to kill someone You kill yourself afterwards Because you felt lonely again You felt that no one was watching you That no one even cared Then you think about all the things that Bugged you And you pull the trigger Then theres no more you Next time someone sees you You will be on the news Where now you are special And important
"Daddy" the way I call my father The man who loves my mother The man who gave life to me And the man who will risks his life to protect his family. He's not showy about his feelings But I know he loves us unconditionally He gets angry when his siblings were hurt And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes Now..he left us already His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone Coz he went to a far away land In a place where hurt and sorrow has no place in man I miss my daddy a lot His voice, His jokes, His crazy dance moves And his being father to us I miss everything about him! I know God has a plan And I give everything into His merciful hand Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven Coz someday we'll see him again And continue the sing and dance with him again...
All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)
In great respect of the band I grew up listening to as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors ` Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing The red album, The blue album , The White album Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~ I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago , the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died I was in Arkansas saddened with the world . Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " No .. this was not my hero in music and song . he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~ The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together his world of secrets He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~ Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free The very sad long and winding Road ~ Let us Bury our real Paul. No more " Mystery tour " No more fear Let him be in peace ~ Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
~now it's me who has been chosen~ after years of nursing the broken souls ~` ~refusing to listen to statistics , watching their bodies go ~ percentages and numbers they have become praying , please don't forget this one , she is a Mother ~ she has a son , a daughter , a grandchild , a sister and brother. Let us not forget her name , please do not let her die with shame . Why do you come seeking your toll , the Grimm Reaper of souls? ~ For this once young girl with the face one can only imagine her beauty ~ so many stares as she enter a theater or restaurant ,is she a model ? ~ she must be with a body like this , a body and face, eyes wide , smile divine ~ We love to hate , yet really she is quite beautiful. "If I could, I'd be this beautiful" The long flowing hair , her natural looks , she must already be discovered ~ ~ The years go by , and time allows way for the offspring of her breast the many that once shed gossip among the jealous is inherited through her child~ The Pink ribbon , new hair designs chosen , all the make up , preparing to say Goodbye~ With Grace . No I will not let you see my fear on this Poker Face. Another statistic on Record will go I . Cancer has come like a thief at night abruptly leaving me with nothing , yet how will I leave bravely, as I raised my own I want them happy and at peace through me passing ,take me now , be merciful, Lay me in a white silk dress as beautiful as I once were , with flowers by my side Please remember me , I am not ready to die ..not like this ,Another soul dismissed .
My mother was like a rose beautiful at sight frail to touch. She could stand up and say her mind. She needed love I feel like she never got any. And that's why she withered away like a rose. Her heart was pure, her soul made of gold. She'd rustle in the wind, and hide when cold, much like a blooming rose. Day by day a petal would drop 'til nothing was left. She was the dying rose. And as each day goes by without her sweet melody, I tell myself this: I must not cry that she is gone but smile, she was here. Written by my 10-y.o. daughter Payton
Here lies the best Grandfather, One who was very considerate. Remembering him as a child, I would sit on his lap. He was a rare person indeed. He was a colonel in the Army. Also superlative of a gentelman. Here lies the best grandfather, May he rest in peace.
I was not born to be an aristocrat. I was far too blunt to be a diplomat. And the rest is who says this or that. I don't care since I'm where I'm at. So hoist a cold one for me today. I'll buy you one some other day. Regards, Gerard.
I remember when I was told. Family in silence. It's not fair. The heartbeat of appliances still whining, I focus on times I thought we'd grow old... Clouds part with unexplained violence And our faces begin to pour. A hundred questions, a doubt And what else? Footprint in a concrete driveway, A spark-maker unlit watching seagulls soar From the soft earth, noise drowned out. A boy sleeps waiting to wake To manhood. Creased cheeks quiver, And what he gets instead are flowers. Relics in person, I question the ache That asks why we give rivers And must move on, while they remain. Held by the smooth arms of trees, Swallowed by a blanket of grass. I ask the plaque what I cannot my brain, Logic replaced by glassy guarantees I see right through. He will not rise. Facing away from a marching sun, A no longer marching son lies.
It's not about barbeques, Hamburgers and franks It's a day set aside, For offering our thanks, For those who died, Or were injured or maimed To fight against evil, Whatever it's named Pity that God couldn't Give them this day, To let them come back home, To their families and stay Just one day a year To retaste their love, And let their dear souls, Know how we think of them While they're above, They sacrificed their greatest gift To keep us safe Though in sadness we drift No more Thanksgiving dinners, Movies or pies, Just a host of loved ones Who can't dry their eyes I salute you dear brothers in arms, Men, women, children with innocent charms, You've done your job, So adequately well, It's up to us now, We live in hell. Sorrow so heavy we bend at the knees No trick or substitution Ever will please We hang up your picture But it doesn't talk back The love we did share, We now sorely do lack Your family and friends, And your whole country too Does cry for your sacrifice, And salute you.
L Long ago travelled Kings O Opened their minds to prophecies V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way C Company of Heavenly Host A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord D December 25th designated day O On which we recollect W Why/way Christ entered our world N Nativity only part of His story A A new testament T Tells of new covenant between God and His people C Christ's coming to Earth H Hailed as new born King, Holy R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, I Intercedes for us as S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity M Man's belief in God of Love, A As Father Son and Holy Spirit S Shall be saved
written 28th oct 2012 You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012
Mother you, Mother you so beautiful your are. Mother you, Sweet mother you are to me precious. Mother you, Mother you are, Mother you are the world to me. Mother your gracious, Mother you are. Mother you have always been my super star. Mother you, Mother you are. Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus. Mother you I miss you so very much. Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much. Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you. Mother you, mother you are to me. Mommie you are, my mother you are. Mother I will always love you. My Mother, Peggy Ann Chandler. You are you. God Bless You I will always miss and love you.
When I call for You And You turn Me away Why hath' thou forsaken thee When I am so all alone And blood runs cold Lord God Why Hath thou Forsaken thee Is thy wicked way The path from all sin - or - My frustration A catalyst From which I pretend Why must I pretend Lord God' Why must I pretend Gary Fields Poet/Author From: "The Cross" Xlibris Pub. Rev. (Rev. NOV2013) Book #106627
This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken
The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
Wangari Maathai is not dead I roll back my tear Peer from my window Deep the grooming forest Switch off my radio Tear the headline I refuse the epitaph I write no word Her monument must sprout Beyond the canopy She died to defend Let Wangari not die Mother of mother nature Where she lives!
You've been thrown left and right, Crying to yourself every night, Thinking all has gone wrong, & you won't be giving up after long.. You've been heartbroken One Two many times: From old boyfriends, To lies; Father walked out, Baby killed by mistake; Your mom has disowned you, But she still shows you lust… Everybody knows the truth, The pain that you do not choose; They see what you show, But see me… I, T'Keyah Wilder, I already know… You've raped and thrown from left to right; Crying to yourself every night; Everybody saying they understand, But you know you're the only One who knows your pain ; On this land… It's a matter of time, Before you kill yourself, Stressing yourself, Hurting you and everyone else; Blaming yourself for, Mistakes not purposely made; Crying every time you feel like you just got Laid, You want the true love, Love shown from the heart; Honestly, Coming from your big sister; I think you need a fresh start, Easing your pain with nicotine; I'm surprised you're not Sippin lean… I know it may be hard, To forget about the past, But there's one thing; I must ask from you and I Want this to last; Promise me, you'll try your best To stress less, & pray more… Listen to God; Put him above… All; We're not close like we used to be, But you know I'm just a phone call, Away… Not far from you.. But I wish you'd realize, This too… Stressing is not working, Cause death, the devil, lies, & fear are lurking.. Promise me; You'll try to be the best you can be… Dear Little Sister from another Mister! <3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .
THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE) Songwriters set their words about her style and artists make pursuit to paint her smile but all the light that's Paris, shows, her heart and soul to only those who come to fall in love for just while. But knowing this, my wondering still lies as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes, and she is just a memory though what I'd have to always be, if time was mine and not a thing that flies. I trace my blood and line of ancestry down through some troubled times of history or is it that I've journeyed long from when my life went all so wrong but it's so far removed, my mind can't see? These questions rake my mind and leave me cold, Am I my father who's still growing old; and who is she, to go away to deju vu--to yesterday, or has she layed our love to times' unfold? I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees, or in the Champ de Mars, where children play or where one day the guillotine cut life away, and cut it clean, but this is now, and that was yesterday. O! I would lay my neck under the blade; if there would ever be a diff'rence made to end the pain she left in me and stop the love for my Marie but love--this love for her can never fade. And so, as other loves they come and go, as Paris says, and Paris makes it so, I wait and wander by the Seine but know not where, and know not when, for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know. © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Confession A mind filled with mazes A heart to cold it shivers at warmth. Has seen the good The bad of the world. To distant from life from others To understand another feelings, To torn to speak more then three words. But for you I look with kindly eyes And a soften smile. To you I make this confession. I be dark but you shine a light With a gaze. My heart is cold and nearly brittle away But with one touch from you , Keeps it in tact with two. Every memory of my past Disappear when I gaze into your eyes. I feel like our conversation could go on for hour, Mountains of useless words and pointless subjects. I tell you this This is a confession, I send to you. Even though you left me alone, So many years ago. This is the love confession that was always meant for you.
Yesterday Happened So Fast Authored by Chuck Keys Yesterday happened so fast I lost track of myself. I was standing behind you, where you sat, so small, frail and warm, tenderness radiated about you. Nearer to fear and farther from joy, aware of your future, Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us. There was the scent of a burning candle coming from the back of the room. Sitting in the front, you had so much to tell the ones you loved. Your body unwilling, but your spirit awake and searching for release. Always the maestro, your message orchestrated in softness and form, clear at last. We all heard. Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us. You spoke; the stress in your now soft voice, still assertive and emotive, Your eyes protecting and loving all the more, Inside of you were all those you loved …. all in sync as one. In the room, the brightness of the roses, the fresh-air scent of the surrounding greenery contrasted with your pallor, yet Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us. What you left behind was so much greater than what you came with, A minion of love, with a flair of passion and taste, surrounding your soon departure in tears. I saw you move one last time as I now see your spirit flowing thru the present, with all ……… Dressed in silly colorful lacey hats, Victorian multi colored puffy dresses, windblown red flowing hair with your red freckles, decorated multi-shaped filled bags in hand, bright flowers and wide smirky grins. Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us. I wonder if you knew what followed after your departure, Endless gentle blue sky, bright sun; wild flowers, life and love beyond. You were conducting. Your minion lives on without but with you always, All of us sharing and loving and of how Worried you were about us all, pleading forever more – but always with us. In remembrance of Sonia Slobojan Swigart and dedicated in her memory to the Slobojan Family: Catherine, Steph, Danny, Danielle, Sherry, Denny, Suzy, Norman and to Mary, my wife and loyal friend to all. May Sonia always be remembered as she lived, "fun to the bone." 12/31/09/0225pm
My love I can not find you anywhere, I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, because you are my soulmate, and us being apart can not be fate. You did not leave because you wanted to, It just was just something you had to do. I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, and knowing you was the love of my life, yet I would not make you my wife. I know that's what you really wanted and now I am feeling haunted, by the things I should have done, and you being the only one I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. But you are gone and I can not go on, so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
standing at your grave tear drops falling like the rain I'm missing you mom
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad. My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad. Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing! There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau. Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl! So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new! I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art! He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide! Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
An old man looking out his door, gaze fixed on a distant shore, reminiscing to a time, not of happiness, or, the prospect of a bright future, to when he was sick to his very core, to when as a youth, he went to war A time before infallibility had meaning, patriotism and bravado the craze, the future was still unknown, vigor for life at its all time high, a time for romance, partying, buying, no thought of pain, deformity, dying Too young to understand or question, ship to foreign shore, medals abound, will impress the girls next time in town, sacrifice not temporary, forever more, a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember, flesh shredded, burned, torn, families mourn A time, when he willingly went to war, will happen no more, all lost in youth, now unrelenting, no blind obedience, minimal risk, long life, his number one ambition As he turns back from the door, he thinks of the youth, here now, soon no more, lessons never learned, the call to war, to common the roar, complacency the mood, another generation removed The old man agonizes over what was originally not known, war is preventable, life too precious to waste, the solution simple, his vision, maybe too late Send old men to the front to fight, arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight, let the youth enjoy their life, his near over, its only right Send old men, to the front, to fight ask them to give up their life, patriotism and bravado, still alive, will and desire would not last the night, old men do not rush to death in their twilight, failure inevitable, the old man smiles, knows he's right Wars not possible, if old men, are sent to fight
An early August morning Without indication or prior warning I got a phone calling, my heart broke so fast My best friend had breathed his last A lifetime of sickness, now suffering no more God said, "Now it was time to go!" My heart screaming, "This cannot be true!" But in my heart, I think I knew... My friend was home with the Savior All that remains is his wheelchair He is worshipping with the angels in heaven And rejoicing he can walk again Countless laughs and conversations we shared Now precious memories to always be remembered Leaving a legacy of faith, love and joy Robbi, I miss you every single day! "I love ya sis, bye for now!" The last words he said, now he is in glory Beholding all of the heavenly splendor I can but imagine what he's experiencing now I grieve for the loss of my "brother" He was a gift to me from the Heavenly Father I'll see you soon, Robbi! Save a place, in heaven, for me!
A Dark Fairytale As I was chained, I breathe in. As I was burned, I breathe out. As I was cut, I looked down. As I was broken, I looked up. As I was destroyed, I closed away. I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair. To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained. Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared. Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended. Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded. Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance. I was held once more, and my soul emerged. I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank. I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation. And before I could run away once more, I was trapped. Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don't want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious. I've forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways. Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air. For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I'll become everything you want and then more, I'll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need. My sweet Knight.
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…
In high school everything changes Teachers, friends, you, "That's just life" they say, And they never stop to ask "Well, how do you feel?" And your friends leave, and your grades decrease, And your teachers begin to worry, And they make you see a shrink, But they never stop to ask, "Well, how do you feel?" The sky starts to crumble, And the tears begin to fall, And music and hoodies become your best friends, And they never stop to ask, "Well, how do you feel?" And the tools come out. And the objects fall apart, And you reach for the closest one, And the ask, finally, "Well, how do you feel?" But by now it's too late. Your time is up, your blood's run out, Your scars show for the world to see, Cause they asked too late, "Well, how do you feel?" "She was so young" they all say, But really you were old. You'd seen so much and hurt so much, It was time for you to go. So you picked up the pills and washed them down And grabbed the blades and cut And when they finally noticed you weren't around It was too late you were gone. They found your letter on the bed And read it out at school "You asked to late, but I don't blame you." And your friends were moved to tears. In your tree house in the yard They found you pale as snow Your eyes closed, a smile on your face And they realized you were gone. They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants And scream at what they see Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts Some healed and some not. And they realized they should have asked in the beginning How you felt that is, cause, Honestly you didn't, You didn't feel anything at all.
The Bully 27 Years ago, you showed me the door, Because I wouldn't do what you wanted anymore. That day was the worst of my life, I wanted to die, to escape the strife. All I needed was a simple letter, To give me a chance to get better. Now when I look back and see, you certainly did me a favour that day. In 1986 Thursday the first of May. From then on people listened to what I had to say, Doctors and Nurses went out or their way, I got the treatment I needed at last, Bit by bit they went over the past. One whole year is all it took, A lot of hard work, a little luck. To this very day I have never been back, 26 whole years and that's a fact. The last few years have been the best of my life, Truly content being a Mother and Wife. And Nanny as well, Must not let my head swell, A collection of poems all written by me.. My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see. A whole new extension to the house designed by me. Also having to cope with the death of my mother, Then four months later the death of my mother's sister, God not another. Having my kitchen demolished completely, did put me in a fix. But being so well, even that couldn't knock me for six. So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter, At least give THEM, the chance to get better. For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day, Thursday 1986 the first of May, The day that you showed me the door, Just because I wouldn't do what you wanted anymore. They say that time heals all pain, I'm lucky I've learnt to live again.
I, the sleeper and dreamer Wish for your end Is it wrong, blasphemer? Should I break, should you bend? I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead Should I break or should you bend? Or can't I just wish for my end? There's knives protruding from your eyes The eyes I know are dead The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies Beneath your core of lead I found you among the disposables Wishing for my end I blasphemed you and you just gave back My pencils burning with lead I screamed as you pierced through me I felt it in my soul! But I'm to blame for this masterpiece I sharpened you with gold! The shavings fall upon the ground And still this dream moves on Pierced, I fall without a sound Until the break of dawn I, the sleeper and dreamer Am still pierced to this day So I hand the pencil sharpener to you And pray you'll be with me
They are bound to the Earth like trees Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen Hoping that one day someone will see: They can't escape with lacerated wings The ocean surrounds me, covering everything Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find I can't escape with lacerated wings. Swarms of nets, waves of screams Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams The mask has be seared - The truth now they see The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings There's reasons for your rejections: Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression The scars are too deep to pass the trials But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings
ODE TO A NEVER RECEDING ECHO For Onyebuchi Day and night in an eternal combat. A truce : the eternal cycle of night and light Lost in the ruse of an eclipse. Where is the truce in the ruse of going and coming? You found yours swinging on that threshold, Where udara tree dances to the choirs of the wind. Then you bend to itch the scratch. The debt of birth repaid too soon. Where lion wimp and head dancer limp! Crippled Aligo!!! Have you journeyed through the chart on your palm ? After a drunken sip of prerian spring. Soured tryst with Sophia. Cherubim through the umbilical returns To the progenitor?not conceived! Unborn!! Halo on rusty hair sits. Or was it your iyiuwa. Unburnt Pleat, unpleat then pleat… Under the star-apple tree, Where all roads meet Do not live on the threshold Stay with me, ignore the whispers of these shadows Itching your feathered cap. You have sucked through this nipple time dry Leave her, now flaccid, bosom. see she shrieks. Head of the Baptist shrieks Superfluous gift for many half Christs, Too proud for Baptism. I wonder why? A pine piercing the sun Withers at the descent of a dozen, score moon. Eleodimmuo it is you I am calling. You, eternity lost in time. A dance to a never receding echo If now is dusk, I hope the echo stays At least,for me, a pedagogic star. While the magi?me, beside the manger wait For the birth of light. While owl hoots dove's lullaby; Vulture hatching in eagle's nest. You are my Ogbanje, my forerunner Even if the lips of days hums dirge as they pass Now, Soldier ant from the udara returns. again. Matching, invading my tryst, feasting on a depleted layer. Futile to chase; deliberate in pace Need I learn this tune?if it never rest? Fallowed stream bites as dreams cradle me. The black thing chants Ogbanje, Ogbanje and I sign At this never receding echo. In memory of Onyebuchi If you in dancing to, faults, my beat. see a fore admission of a mortal's fallibility Uraoma Nwannem © Chikwado Nwattah . 2014
Today, my heart heaves a heavy weight Why, O! Why? The soul crushing goodbye Fervently I pray, To see you just one more day We part ways knowing it not our last Looking ahead, thinking of our next But Death, too grotesque, had other plans; My burden to bear! Why this painful news, Only God knows Someone please! Wake me from this dream A cold, unfathomable abyss That I never want to revisit We bow our head in sadness And bury our faces in distress My heart full of pain resonates its tears If only, If only We could haggle out of our demise Gone too soon The sheer disbelief The promises you vowed to keep Goals to reach before you finally sleep You may be no more but not in my mind Still here with me If only I can see A staked heart, resounding unbound tears Forget you not; to miss you a lot Lost souls, forgotten families Never to me Good tales we've heard From generations long and dead The happy ending cliche For your soul, I pray Here our fate! separated by worlds While I wait For the powers that be, to bide us again one day But more, for in mere simplicity I will never say goodbye Forever with me, My brother, my blood In Loving Memory of our Lost Souls
A sweet flower's funeral displayed in the cold months of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers. A sweet flower burned away, dried up; buried six feet under. Oh, my sweet flower, how you once bloomed with no remorse, like a madman blooming with beauty and a glorious halo over your head shinned with such power and blinding glory. Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now, resting in peace in the land of paradise. Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face, of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces. I can hear your crying out to be free. Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood, boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your sweet and ever glorious beauty. What I would give away, if I could be with you one last night, one last night together to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume that brings back sweet memories of you and I. What I would do to be with you, such romance travels through my heart in the highways of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me, and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust. My love for you, my sweet flower, is still ingering through the air, as I travel and look upon a tombstone which shows your beautiful name. Come to me my dear flower, when spring comes, come to me my dear, sweet flower. And bloom once again, twice as large as last year, and ten times more beautiful then last year. Come to me in the first months of spring in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you. I miss you already, and my heart crys, my eyes flood with tears of sorrow. I miss our love we shared. Long walks, cosy talks, warm cuddling embraces and beautiful displayed in a picture frame. Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane. That is all that keeps me company, that and the rose you gave to me and a picture of you and me. Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit and play a game of chess with us, we all play our game, my love. I shall go tonight in my sleepy slumber and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other. My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise, but never forgotten my sweet flower. -10/6/2013-
Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th. Scenes we would like to but will never and should never forget. I do not wish to cause further despair to anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge that they have the world behind them. What has happened cannot be undone but with strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another. We can make sure the memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the promise of peace win through. My heart and thoughts go out to all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It doesn't matter today if we build a building of immense height like North and South towers of World Trade Centre even if to use as defence system just as we would have built a castle on a hill in times gone by - times have changed New buildings and memorials will now stand in recognition of who/what was on said land Their memories will always continue as will the vision on t.v. all did view Where minds stood still in disbelief while strike after strike we all felt grief Where tears were shed by billions of eyes War was declared with no defence in skies It doesn't matter today we most probably wouldn't even see as our enemies approached Like a thief in the night they came stealing from us that most precious those whom we loved or cared about What matters today is that for all eternity history has been made Times we cannot change Broken genealogical lines gone forever Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable Never can anything stand for what was again Humanity and psychological effect remains We may not all have lost those known to us but we stand together shoulder to shoulder Encircling those that remain Knowing each one of us had our soul torn Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels When none could believe that before their eyes Planes came crashing through the skies Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises and with it the world reawakens We will not sleep but remember A tragic time when so high a cost was paid with unknowing souls now recognised What right to take such brave innocent lives
You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui
********Note:********** This is a poem in tribute to Doctor Gearldine Stott at the Medical Center, Hampton, VA and her Nurse Hatton who has alway's stood behind me in my time of need....Also, my friend Steve, who is a funny and delightful guy! When I was lost and alone At the Veteran's Administration Hospital, Not too far from home I needed a Medic To stand by Me I was so all alone ------ The Lord sent me an Angel He sent Her 'FED-EX' Her name is DR. STOTT SHE IS A DOC The biggest baddest DOC That the Lord has got.... ------ I was on my death bed Fore I had just got back ------ From talking to the Lord ------- I' must have been there All night..... To remember how Was hard ------ Anyway ------ I asked Dr. Stott To turn on the light She told me that it Was on by GOD You have lost your Sight.... ------ Just sit there You are going no-where Tonight... I was upset Yet, I wanted to go home To be with the Lord That is why I am writing This poem.... ------ You see Dr. STOTT Knew just what to do! She called "ALL DOCTOR'S" And this is true..... ------- I know that being a patient Isn't much, very fun But if you are die-ing Please call STOTT 911 ------ There are many thing's in life That one can only dream But, when the Lord come's On the scene! Then you know what That mean... ------ That if you need Him He has got your back And it your in trouble Or just having an "Heart Attack" He will send you an Angel And that is a fact... ------ If I ever need an Angel' Or ever need a friend I call STOTT 911 She is a friend to.... -THE END- GF *******Note:****** Thank you Dr. STOTT For being a friend to the end and back..again! Thank's to the Lord's helping hand and my best friend ELAIN HATTON and of course STEVE.. May the many gift's of the Lord be be-set upon you!
Broken,beaten,blind and lost All but a spark of hope left to keep warm But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs Until the light day fills your sight Left blinded no more Dig Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will Dig Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases. And you can say: This will not be my grave.
Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand
a tearful dedication to my lifelong brother, mentor, and friend Adam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~aug.5, 1964-may 4, 2012 I owe you better than this...You were Heaven sent... Eyes cascade tears I cry do you know Y? A. U.C.H. ~ (Y. A.ren't U. C.hillin' H.ere?) I cry dry... my ACE of spades, i miss you kid my mentor my man my ILL-est friend my Superman my M.C.A. why'd you have to fly, you'll never die...i cry i cry the pen leaks i sink it stinks it stings i cry i cry side by side we were A.L.I.V.E. tho' i can hear Dechen cry, wipe tears from Lo's eye wings you glide the rhymes we rhymed, you and i G -S.O.N. the sky, too short yir' time the moon should refuse to shine Losing your duty's shredding my mind i cry i cry you remain so kind transcending your ending line I CRY this way I crY I crY and I just do not own the right words to say, just as mc's squared you cared this way you shared melodies but now this sky's gone to Red from Grey, i must make it anyway, but trust when I say I love you MCA! * I'm running into walls without you...
Christmas Rebels It was about a weak After that night walk The unknown dangers, Made known, turned me weak, I was managing myself, After my heart was pulled, From where it sank, I was yet in the oven, Of my haven, To dry up the coldness, And the wetness, Of that fearful night loneliness, Today is Christmas, The whole mass, Was joyous, Every home, glorious, Meat was plenteous, Rice and beans. Was every homes means, Children bouncing in, New goat skin jackets, Mother's dressed in costly Beads and all the way, Father leads. For Christmas had taking over, Taking over the African Shrine, It supplied a joyous sunshine. Our pockets were full of cowries, Like a goldmine, Happiness was mine, For the usual war seemed To be hidden, and our teethes where like, "Forever opened". Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas. Providing joy each time it surface, But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon. Christmas night came, so we visited Our beds as night rang it's bell, (To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Cold bleak winter rain has fallen On your velvet hair and skin; Once a masterpiece in color, Now washed clean and white again. Visions paint a flower of beauty From your love grown through the years; Now within my storm of silence, Petals shake from all my tears. Through the pain I see the rainbow Where you've found the pot of gold; From your non-regretful outlook, And your selfless servant mold. Still from lost dreams shared together, That I've hoped for like a child; I must give them back to heaven, Since my "what ifs" have run wild. Now I stand beside the marker, Looking at your granite stone; Knowing well your soul was lifted Straight to God at heaven's throne. As I see your name is etched there With your birth date in the sun; It seems wrong to carve your ending, Since your true life's just begun.
SOMETHING FOR TODAY The morning lights and to another day a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay for longer than the blinking of your eye from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die through every ticking second where you are as dense and far away as any star you sit and let your life and time run out and have become what others talk about from time to time you'll always hear a clue between each word that's meant for only you coincidental to what you have seen you take it in as what each word must mean and this will guide you through the whole day long as certain as the hearing of Our Song just at the proper timing of your need and then your thought will soar, it has been freed you cling to it and make it what must be the fabric of your life and prophesy and it will carry you from here to there into another day that goes no where. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa
I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye, you could make us laugh until we would cry. Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea, all of these are now a part of me. Whenever someone called you were always there, a heart of gold you always cared. Now you're playing cards up in the sky, forgive me if a tear comes to my eye. Remembering all the things we would do, Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you. JSergi
A Mask To Hide The Truth To Hide The Lies To Hide Me I wear the mask of lies I wear the mask of hidden truths Together we create a dangerous reputation of deceit and heartbreak I am sadness,hate,and fury I am happiness,joy,and passion Together we bring about great chaos I am your deepest fear and regret I am your greatest achievement and your biggest hope Together we create the ties that bind us to others in our lives I am burned and bruised I am cover in hugs and kisses Together we create hurt and promise death and unknown future I was once happy I was once dead I was once alive I was once sad I was once here I was once there I was once broken I was once fixed Today we wear a mask to hide the truth of or past or future and our present. How I wish to free myself from this curse Oh how I wish I could free you But we share a mask one of pain and regret and guilt. We have killed, we have lied,and we hurt This is our mask this is our death this is us our mask of truth our mask to lies
where the brave were laid an eagle guards their bodies. . . . their spirits soar free For Brian Strand's Contest: UPTO FIVE any theme/any single 1/2/3/4/5 line form (inc free verse) MAX 5 LINES Poetry Contest
Define your lovely, soulless heart in death To take my heart would be a risk; a storm You licked your lips to taste what i had left And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn. Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain For I've lost the one whom has no soul, and Was all this give and take with us in vain? I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand. The brewing storm that took a life, took two For deep within your heart was love, And deep within my heart was you I'll see you soon, i promise; heart above. For without you I cannot survive For without you I will not strive
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
The Lord draws' A long line of divinity By proclamation And by design ------ The Lord is Entrenched in divinity And for the ministry There is time, thus multitude Of trinity Becomes His long suffering His cantor for restoration Is hereby restored Of time of being Gary Fields Poet/Author
Before you read this poem, I would like to invite you in reading about the great American sniper hero. I am also dedicating this to the fallen sniper because he is a true Patriotic Hero. Thank you. Chris Kyle was and still is loved by many, this to be true I say I always believe him to be, a great sniper to this undying day. Why must things happen to people, that are always so kind Life would be better keeping some, alive alongside mankind. Why don't I tell you a story, about this very kind honest fellow He was and is an U.S. Navy Seal, but along that chill and mellow. The most lethal sniper known of, in American military history With a very high percentage confirmed kills, quite the victory. At the young age of eight, his father taught him how to shoot A great father teaching a son, instead of giving him the boot. A bronco rider for the rodeo, sadly gave it up for a serious injury It was to his arm although he still lived, with very great dignity. Being a great sniper had an effect, putting souls to their bed Eventually somewhat famous, an increasing bounty upon his head. Undoubtedly dubbed the "Devil of Ramadi", by non-other than Iraqi An increasing bounty shot twice, but his body and will still intact. After a while serving his country, he retired heading home graciously Taking back some long spent time, spending it with his family. Chris Kyle a loved husband, a friend to many and a beloved son His homeland now saddened, for America has lost a patriotic one. A great warrior indeed, in my opinion our greatest honorable hero He put his life on the line, instead of becoming the common zero. The greatest treasure of all, came from within himself to prove That all humans aren't wrongful, but that we all can improve.
A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old. As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans Barry Cowsill the hidden artist yet well known . Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me .. "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing .. "long ,beautiful Hair, Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " his life and smile , his love , imagining me for a while , yes ..in love. My Friend met his fate passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry, too great for Our World . Remembering the Jazz festival, memories, torn in my mind yet left behind , Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?
the tsunami struck with the entire world watching the judgement of God the radiation that they always knew was there silently rages it's time for prayer for the people over there humble one's self it's time for hero's knowing they will not live yet they bravely give the sacrifice's ordinary men will make will save their nation
Leg over leg I watch Oh once great majestic man Stuffed with life and vigor Stood atop the world Champion Once conqueror of mountains Now crushed by pleasure Turned animal of desire Now the running re-claimer Of past honors Leg over leg I watch One step at a time His lungs smashing against his insides, As they fight for air, Against a nicotine choke hold Leg over leg I watch His feet They burn, Sprinting through a Savannah of flames The weight of his past gluttony slows him down And chains of sweets Bind him to a mountain of food; An animal Hungry for progress Leg over leg I watch A hurricane of alcoholic despair swells above him As a downpour of liquor whips his beast of a body And all that he has drank Tries to wash him away Leg over leg I watch His vision blurs, The distant mountains and clouds begin to swirl, The road ahead bends and buckles, His legs vanish beneath him And he greets the floor with open arms I watch His heart rages Trapped in a cage The animal pushes and pulls aggressively Painfully biting against his chest Until it finally becomes quiet Still Strangled by the smoke, grease and alcohol Silencing all who witnessed their reign of terror His body unmoving Just inches from the finish line Still I watch
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
*************** From out... Of the Cookie Cutter My love for Christ Shall always be ----- When I think of His Love It brings' things' back to me In and around Eternity ------ I simply must reply with-in I know that their is a reason Why thing's shouldn't have been Let Thy Will be done' ------ Why Gods' only Son Had to die on the 'CROSS' That day, to revive the people To make them Pray! ------ And surely did they Pray! ------ Yet, by no stretch Of the imagination... Was the title lost? ------ But for the price of freedom Jesus paid the COST Poet Author Gary Fields
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
You lived a hard life with tortured soul Wanted more struggled to be whole Addiction became your whole being Your life has to have a meaning I watched your tortured soul for years Carrying bags with drink and beer Hiding it more from yourself than me The drunk is what you came to be But there was much more to the man Whose name was known to all as Dan He had a heart that was bigger than most Under the tough exterior he'd boast He lived the life he wanted to live If you were friend his shirt he'd give His death to some came as a surprise For some we watched his years of demise So now I toast you here today That is what you'd want I'd say.
I got really sick Or else I was old, I need to go now My owners were told. It happened so quick I just went to sleep, I hurt no longer My owners would weep. I went to heaven And barked at the door, "Please let me come in" "I can play once more. I know my owners Are really so sad, I usually was good Yet sometimes was bad. I had a good home For that I was blessed, I'll seem them again When they lay to rest.
If I could tell you just one last thing I would tell you Dad, I wish I had more time with you you taught me how to stand tall , do things the right way If I could tell you Dad , before you flew your plane that Day.. You had asked me to go , and many times I wish I did . For my fate would be as yours and Friend , Death, by a crash in the end. I think what was so hard for me Dad , is I always felt something special This was only something you could give me Dad , no other .. Since you left September 4th , a bitter afternoon , not just losing you , myself too. I lost you Dad, maybe I could have told you not to fly your plane that day.. Or maybe you were just too good for this World , and could not stay .. For I have found many judgments in life , no one builds me up like you did . If I had just more minute , after your remains were discovered after 9 months I would hold you , and tell you I love you , Please don't go , just stay with me. And still , I can't let go . If I could just free my soul.. Dad, if I had just one more minute . In Honor of "Thomas Francis Kelley " your proud Son , Mark L. Kelley, wrote by; Shanity Rain. I hope your playing Golf in Heaven so when I get there , we can play 9 holes.
Hunted tirelessly.. From bastion to bastion, driven like a wild animal Your earthly freedom never found.. The senseless lack of love ruled your parent`s home You paid your price.. Now you rest with our heavenly Father,free from pain A.Ertsland May 16th 2012 Dedicated to 8 year old Kristoffer Kihle,abused and finally killed by his stepfather.
I am the face of misery My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring, The years are written in the same Lugubrious, nostalgic grey How can it be the author to blame? I cannot scream this all away… Burn nor Bleed this all away… To Death I am Ordained Lacuna ever growing With Velvet sheets of life flowing Aeons apart of my "royalty" Under the mask the cannot see... Can you dispel this tragedy: Antigone - Epiphany failing If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone No words of hope No words of hate Do I have Lenore to send to me: The sordid child of Thebes Caught In the longest nightmare life - the slowest way to die I know this is my life But I'm not under control under the mask the will see Just Another Human If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone Can you dispel my life; this tragedy? Can you control the storm in my mind? I'm asking you: can you rid me Of The Curse of Antigone?
While watching "Name That Tune" reruns I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew... Thinking and laughing about something we had done together... Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by... She was my Mother, and now she's gone, but she lives on in me. Her mannerisms...her smile, her eccentric ways of cleaning... Her mood swings...laughter..tears... Her struggle with alcoholism, and my triumph over it. I loved her dearly. In loving memory of Della Jeannette Ham 9/24/20 to 10/20/94
< once were twin towers on horizon bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin then came many heros lost too at ground zero America's flag still flew in wind In Loving Memory To Those Lost On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten
He was just a simple man An uncle, a son, a brother Too soon was his untimely death Just a year after his mother's Just a simple man indeed Another so-called "minority" His death wasn't important enough Not the cop's priority The officer assumed it accidental Without following procedure It must have been too much to ask To take him from his leisure No news or press of his tragic death This simple man was worth no mention Perhaps if his skin were lighter in shade The media might have paid attention And so his killer keeps his freedom Escaping man's judgment and retribution While his family mourns his loss Without justice or restitution Who will be held accountable? Who will make amends? Will there be Earthly justice For his family and friends? In memory of my uncle, Troy Laracuente.
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
< he took the fall dressed blues call now hearts wall skips beat Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11 A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. Tribute To U.S Marine Corps Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans Mali went home to lay down just before this rain started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues In real life feeling good was good enough for me From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
An eye for an eye, Don't anticipate, Visions pass by, Mark it as fate, Underneath power, Death can resist, Within the next hour, The makers assist, Fine line read, Scars tinted, Crumbled like bread, The particles hinted, One day in, More to come, Kicked in the shin, Up again; until it's done, Working for those, Feeling weak, Exotic flows, Informing by leak, Wordplay prescription, Double box fled, Mirror as reflection, Pushing forward; ahead.
To my girls I want you to know That I see you As equals on every level Not just my daughters My little pink princesses I see you as young women Powers within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn. Live your lives As though I was still with you Be free and fearless For you can see Life is so short Take all opportunities And shape them to your dreams You have all the tools And I will be watching over you Be good to one another There are only two of you The strength between sisters Is a bond for life. Your analytic minds Will help you make good decisions Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating hearts Will gift you many friendships Maybe special love All in good time. You will never be alone For you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With my passing Your feet firmly planted Will serve you well Balancing the ups and downs because that's how life is. Always be true to yourself Life will be true to you too. Do not mourn my death I am not going far away. My illness has progressed My time is nigh There is a greater plan One we cannot see But we have had a great life As mother and daughters Our journeys together live on in our memories. My loves I will hold you safe In my heart Now and forever I will always be with you.
Today the sun rose Over a doleful earth Our hero, uTata Madiba, Whose life has given us worth, Has now set sail For a realm beyond our reach And now imprinted in mind His every word and belief A soul that cared So deeply for humanity Whose humility would dismiss All traces of vanity He strongly loved Every being of every race And fought for his land With sincerity and grace We thank you for the faith For the freedom you instilled For 95 years of dedication, A life mission fulfilled So rest dear one And let your spirit soar And my we embrace your ideals More conscientious than before Today we light a candle To unite the flame you've sparked May you easily find your way On this new journey that you embark May we all adapt your vision And view a stone as a precious pearl And may your name live on for lifetimes As the man who changed the world
But night's bell came with tears and without love, As our bamboo door talked, "KNOCK! KNOCK!!" Before my voice could speak, Legs ruined down my door, Then eyes in different heights In the starry night like Torch lights… attacked Me with their voices. They came in mass, Some brandishing cutlass, Some matchets, guns and arrows. Gang upon gangs, Displaying their flags, Blood stained, tattered, hair, shaggy. They held human heads for their Oracles of war. They were muttering songs as if Forced to sing, They had leaves and grasses in the Middle of their mouths, they were mostly teens, They were the Hausa rebels… "Wait! Wait!! Wait!!! Where are the bells? Is this day not Christmas?" I was asking myself, A short tick man came out of the mass, Not looking like human, He looked backed at the rest, Feeling like the best. He weakened my hear drums By the manner of his question, "Hausa or Birom?". To send my religion to the bottom? Whom for this day, is Christmas? And sweet Messiah's Calvary at Golgotha? I wasn't prepared for that, So the truth came out like a blast "Birom!!". "Yee! Yee!! Yee!!! Enemy tribes" they shouted Like savage talking drums. (To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Your husband called me on the phone his anguished voice said that you were gone. He tried to save you but the river was strong the current picked you up and carried you along. Your death was instant, you felt no pain. My life without you won't be the same. You went over the falls, you fell 50 feet. You didn't stand a chance after hitting concrete. Remember our visit just three days before. It's heartbreaking to think that there will be no more. The pictures of us that day...being silly...having fun we should have taken more if we knew they would be the last ones. You know, Lisa, thirty-nine is too young to die. I tried to be brave at your funeral, I tried my best not to cry. It's been over two years now and I still miss you lots. Your with me in spirit, forever in my thoughts. After fourteen years of friendship, speaking everyday I never got to tell you, I never got to say...... 'Lisa.....I love you, you were one of a kind. So be good where you are or I'll kick your behind.'
it seems like an eternity since ive seen ur smile the fact that uve been gone still has me in deep denial a lot of stuff has happened since ur smile left this earth gatherings, eagles losing, parties life changes and brooklyns birth a lot of people miss u greatly n think about u everyday our last picture together on my dresser it will stay ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness is what i tend to miss the most ur passing forever broke my heart but our memories i hold close i must admit, i did hit rock bottom drugs n alcohol i used to cope i took ur passing very hard i started to give up hope but i looked into brooklyns eyes n caught a glimpse of u u probably would have kicked my ass sober now i stay true mom also met a fine fella u actually would approve no need to kick this guys ass hes good to her n the kids to madison is so smart n beautiful byron is turning into a handsome man there both striving so well u should be a very proud dad two of ur friends got engaged there so cute n its exciting news i hope they live a life of happiness i know u would feel the same to ur brother misses u the most hes coping the best he can he misses u as much as i do he was ur biggest fan ur neighbors n friends also stop by ur page reminiscing about the good times the laughter n good chatter ud engage thank-god for all the music its a good way to deal with pain in life cause without u here with us its like eating steak without a knife im over trying to understand i feel ur in a happier place you had ur own reasons your demons u finally faced but in a couple days ur birthday we will celebrate the big thirty seven u turn teasing u old man woulda been great your always in our hearts in our thoughts forever jay so while ur up in heaven... smile...cause its ur birthday :) http://youtu.be/Qy1LXL0606Q
Alas there is no more confusion, finally found my last conclusion. Expect me as if Jesus will return, from a ghost to a realm of concern. Your dreams are portals like doors, welcoming spirits into hasten wars. Leaving the thoughts without trust, keeping your fears in much disgust. And though you sought no consequence, deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence. Awaiting in your nightmare of screams, enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
Why? Why? Why? Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why? Was it, because I was too nice, I was too much of a gentleman, or was just too much to handle? Was it, because you were young? Was it, because you couldn't find your heart, in all that darkness? Was it, because you just didn't feel the love? Why? Why me? A man like me, deserves no pain, no heartbreak. So, why me? I pray and ask the Gods, why! But an unresponsive god never speaks to me. He sits there and watches... watching what? Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds. Was it, because I was too careful? Was it, because I loved too much? Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole? I ask you, because I still love you. Come to me, my beautiful, stop this nonsense, I cannot make you love me, but I sure can try to show you love. Do not blink, do not take a gift sent down from the Gods for granted. Appriciate what you have, appriciate me, because one day, when you need a shoulder to cry one, you will not be able to find me, anywhere. I will be lost, in a fool's dream of romance and love, that will never come on my front doorstep. Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I. My heart is with you always, but I will soon expire, so do not wait too long. -10/5/2013
Not knowing what you want can be pretty sad, looking around and searching for the unreal is bad. Than you stumble upon a treasure and find your self in that moment, a moment that you have been waiting for and hoping to open it.
My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too, Yet she had a soft side, between me and you. That side she would show, when you least expected, But let me tell you, she was well respected. Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind, She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind. The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way, Spoiled by her siblings', almost every day. Right out of high school, she had married my dad, Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had. They both were hard workers, in all that they did, My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid. My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years, Some day it would happen, she'd face all her fears. Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too, Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew. Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing, Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring. We would go out at night, to shop and to talk, I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk. Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day, Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say. She'd lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack, We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back. We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear, I tried to assure her, she'd nothing to fear. "Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask." "I know it will be, quite a difficult task." One morning in March, Hospice called us to say, You may want to come, for she's slipping away. For the night before, mom told me to stay home, "Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone." When we all arrived, for a moment she woke, Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke. We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand, "It's time to let go mom, we all understand". A few days had passed, not ready to let go, For it had been raining, but letting up slow. The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared, Opening the heavens, for mom's time has neared. We gathered together, her forehead we kissed, Whispering so softly, how much she'd be missed. "Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light", She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight. It was time to drive home, in the car we got, Then something had happened, while leaving the lot. Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate. They were tears of joy; she was at heaven's gate.
There I was, for the second night, visiting you. It's that time of the year again where graves don't seem so lonely, all lit up with flames, flowers and faces I find it so beautiful, Undas... We all might be contained within our own circles, but thoughts and feelings are somehow linked— similar in remembrance of what was lost, of what is loved. This time always reminds me of regret. Oh yes, my sighs are so pregnant with them, giving birth to a nursery full of wailing cry babies. Death. Of someone, of something. Of anything. How final it seems. So much lost, so much taken. Then the operative word, "seems", jumps out at me. I am reminded of grass razed by fire, seemingly dead—hopeless. Brown, dried, burnt. Some might leave it be and move on with their lives. But some might dig beneath the dirt, dust it off, then they might find hope. The roots are still there, alive. A second chance to make things right. To nurture it better this time around. Maybe, this is why I cling so hard to the thought of an afterlife. Why so many people do. I don't want to think of death as The End. You've graced my life, our lives with so much and I still catch myself seeing you in other people. In this manner, you are still very much alive. This is also why I kiss the day that you were born. You were given to us, albeit for a short while but you are still here in some other ways, and I am thankful for that. I light one of your candles, whisper my prayers, and something touches past my right hand. (Ah, I've always felt that certain emptiness with that hand.) I see what it is, and it embraces my heart. It is small yet so profound for me. A white butterfly. Choosing that moment to flutter past me, touching me in that darkness. It lands on one of the leaves of your floral arrangement and stays there with me. 11012012121p217r ** For my brother, & to all my loved ones who have gone on. I also want to dedicate this to all who have lost their loved ones, either recently or long ago—the void will always be there, but the memories & love that they have given us will never be forgotten in our hearts. Undas is a yearly tradition here, where most Filipinos flock to the cemeteries to visit their dead. Ok, I will not rule out that some go there not exactly to visit the dead but to join in the hmm, festivities (if walking through cemeteries is your thing), being with friends, eating, since of course there are lots of food stalls present during this time.
[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him -just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat [The Fall] In this Valley of morning and weeping Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart As each velvet petal falls apart Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy -sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves Is know her home, the coven of solace Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies She is alive--anew But the vapors still remain The Apocalypse is here, do we fear? Just for the death of our sins Elysia never Seemed so far away [Our Damnation] Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions We strayed far from the depths within We all lingered to his solace--lies -you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings We are nothing in this burning world of Decadence, and Failed Semblance [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach the shadows within
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth I can't hear the screams as they work their way out As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and Once recovered sensed the words were written,not Even a look to see what was written only to know it Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you. How many times have I witness myself wound my self With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ? But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in Which we share spread further and further like the flames Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world. We are both witnesses and at the same time We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes? May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners To this world and the next.
FNB Stadium, Johannesburg, on Tuesday, December 10 A tear silently crawled down my cheek As eulogies fall and despair rise to the peak. I see the crowd, the leaders, the well-wishers Here they are gathered like never before- Dark clouds have gathered in the East- Old mounds overturn by the leash. Dusty bones stir in their pale graves While the bells hoarsely knell- Told have been the tales Gone have been the sales of rights and freedoms Through the fight of that man twenty-seven lunar days had his face been hidden pale For the whip's caress And the whiteman's address. The troubles of the world The weeps of the people- The tears that baked their cheeks He stood brave, conquered and freed the newspapers, the radio: "Hero dies aged 95, after a long illness." the remarks of the people: "Was he made for death? Our Mandela!" Dark clouds gathered in the East- Old mounds overturned by the leash. Dusty bones stirred in their pale graves While the bells hoarsely knelled- He freed a humanity He took his brother's strokes Bled for his brother's locks And aged in his selflessness and empathy. Dark clouds gather in the East- Marking that little patch of the Earth Where has disappeared Earth's greatest child, Mandela.
************ To pick-up and to receive In the Anointment A moment of the Mind's Eye By His goodness And by His grace ------ A second with > GOD < ------ Ties' a wonder thing For which we long await... A dream' come true.. For Me and You ------ A blessing from the Lord A gift from all time' To dwell with-in His favor Beyond the Most Holy And truly.. The most Divine ------ To fellowship with GOD The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS' That He should bring ------ The mere Act of His touch That is not a breech of Reality But, a COVENANT that which We need so much To be in touch with Jesus And to Thee, to be, Amen Amen Poet Author Gary Fie
< enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom fourty years later someone else now cares for them fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon waiting watching for sun to come up again soon to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father somebody still cared though sick and times unable and answers it's door for which one has come bothered to let bask in roses empowering fable and not to be called as it's one's roses robber French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
The night air made her feel tired As she looked out side all the fences were wired In the distance she hears crowds yelling As she was to young to know they were rebelling Father she asked where are we going? Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking Mother yelled in the night air Father gave out a blank stare They yelled run my princess run as far as you can As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost She knew it will take burden on her at a cost But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
Sitting on the edge of the bridge Holding unto that bottle of beer The same beer that he drank The night he killed those people Flashback in his brain Gripping unto the bottle nearly breaking it hes sitting behind the wheel Picks up the beer bottle Takes another sip He sees the car But gently closes his eyes The women slams on her breaks Her son in the back seat The cars crash Her car rolls down the hill His car slamming into The side of bridge gates The gates holding him steady He gently steps out of his car Seeing the smoke A gray car laying in the river Below the bridge hes standing on He runs down there Running through the water the top of the car barely noticable He helps the young women out Not knowing about the little boy In the back seat She yells "my son... my son" She points to the vehicle She takes her last breathe Lays there helplessly The man drags the little boy out of the car A scratch on his forhead Not breathing at all The man cries Trying to wake the kid up Knowing they are both up in heaven He vanishes Several years later He sits on the bridge Holding the bottle Has a child of his own A wife of his own Waiting at home for him His son an hour before Wanted to walk to the bridge With him But the man just said no The young boy just stayed home His father never came back They found him Floating in the same river The women and her son were in ~Dedicated to Tommy~
Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention... To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall. In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole. Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! Infusion connection the union eternal, Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole, is truly encountered from deep within query The meaning the truth the love of it all... Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing, The clear light of being shows beauty once more. Accept what is given agree to the treaty. Fight not with your fears, and answer your call. Find substance in living, step over delusions. Regardless of meaning, life's radiance will soar. So use this awareness these words and this practice, Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall.. When sad and when empty in need of intention, No doubts I plead! No need to explore! Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings, Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one! In oneness we're whole!
Hear the Lion roar above the rapids Hear that Lion roar; But what if this Lion would roar no more? And nothing was left for him to roar for. His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken; And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we'll see For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?
Many born will choose paths in search of glory and fame And after the dust has settled, not much value remains Nelson "chose" with open eyes and a passion-filled heart Despite physical pain and degradation, love kept his soul apart Evil, he shunned when it would've been easy to embrace Love, he championed throughout the marathon race And now at last, peacefully, touched the finish line! ~*~ Note: In Honor of Nelson Mandela 7/18/18 - 12/5/13 +RIP
DEVIL GALE NOR'EASTER Relinquishing my right to being sane, tis none-the-less God given to my brain, the very hope, while on this restless sea, so into dark, and where a gale must be, I'll stay my course, into the driving rain; into the howling wind; into the night, through white caps higher than my line of sight, the bellowing less than two fathoms mark, close to the bottoming to Neptune's dark, but I must steer my ship, to what is right! Though I may know the brine is shallow here, along the coast, and know the rocks are there, to dare my vessel, have a pleasant trip! up devil's shore, they hope to dash my ship and sink me to the depths, to disappear. Blow hard! Nor'easter! You'll not put me down! My ship is fit, I've heard your dying sound! Now I can see the rising of the sun, in streaks of light, predicting you are done! And I have sailed this night to solid ground! © ron wilson aka Cap'n Vee Bdosa
They say it was quick, her passing, but he knows better, his young daughter was never one to be rushed, toddled in adolescence, dallied with mollycoddling. They say she didn't suffer, died instantly, but he knows better for her presence lingers between door and stair at each gloaming; despair has claimed the echo of a home. They say it is a rare occurrence, But he kows better because she lived her life that way, each moment serendipitous, as though moths and clouds were extraordinary. They say that her brain bled, an injury, But he knows better, it was his world that drained out instead and he searches spotless floorboards for one trace of red. They say life goes on, loss will lessen, but he knows better as he ages, terminally, grief lurks like a ghost that only he sees. *Dedicated to the friend of a friend, whose daughter died suddenly due to a subarachnoid hemorrhage after a soccer game. There was no warning. She collapsed in her father's arms at the foot of their staircase. Somehow this painting reminded me of his sorrow, the unfathomable loss he bears.
*********** Restoration is hope That their is a chance For you and me ------ In the beginning their Was this child called Jesus The New Christ Born out of Heavens' To effect New Life Up and in-to Eternity ------ Fore this is where The Lord gained His severity Tis where Adam Ate the Apple From the Tree And this was a curse One sewn in and out Of Parody.... ------ He was born of this Earth The child of a Mother The Son of the living "God" Sent by the be loving God Only to live till the Second Birth And to settle the curse... ------ The degradation of all man Perpetration upon the people Upon this Earth -------- Fore it was Death That could not even Set us apart... And that it was Sin That which permeated The Soul and the Heat ------ He traversed the World' Forsaking all Evil To bring about change To restore the faith and truth For the true believer ------ To restore His Holy Name And to bring about a New Heaven So Haled be Thy Name GF
Keeping On In the wake of its Fighting spirit---with Its gold and Silver Hue.
Old faded Picture of a handsome young man in soldiers uniform from the first world war who gave his life for his country once so loved and cherished means nothing to anyone any more. A face without a name bought for 50 pence on a second hand stall not for the picture that's thrown away but for the frame. Peter Dome.copyright.2014.
Useless as today's pile up of spent money Don't do the way of indentured slaves What we have always known is true for some How would you like to meet your smiling face Such a opportunity to connect, to be new What a glorious gift, to start anew, be somebody else Trashing around in this body, give it some thought The courage of many is your gift, embrace it. Your gift from all who have drunk from the well Drunk with life, drunk from life, what's the difference? Who can fly fire and not burn, not fall? Who can understand why the waves swallow the sand? Embrace it as you would embrace a lover, Your innermost needs cry for release The sweat masks your face, wringing wet hopple hopping with all your unspecified needs, a laundry list of needs Washed, tossed, flimsy flimsy hopple hopper Do you know why you were born? Will you ever learn You have been instructed, shown the way Thank you for your participation for what had to be done
I knew you, not so long ago When you were just a little boy Always there for your baby sister I felt then that you carried a burden And regret that I could not reach you At ten years old, I didn't get you to "speak" it I will always remember you, Savione The warm smile you hid; seldom showed Lived just behind those sad, brown eyes You had moved far away Cali with Mom And your Dad, I'm sure you missed Whatever made you sad, I'd never know But soon, we also moved away We heard how you'd grown into a young man Still taking care of your sister; Still with those sad brown eyes Glad you made many friends along the way Losing touch for those few years, haunts me I'll never know why you took your life… Maybe I should have kept in touch with Mom Should have mentioned, how you looked so sad I'll never know why you took your life…. At twenty three, what darkness took you to the edge? Was there no one to whom you could turn? Did I miss a chance to share the burden with you? So sad is the day you went away I'll never know why you took your life…. ~*~ For Savione...sleep in peace, little one. +
Thought of you Each and every day Such warmth and kindness you sent my way I hope this sadness will not stay I know you have been sent on heavens way Thank you For being you Notes: Lucilla was very supporting , very caring and very kind, and even as she went through all her trial and tribulations in the end, she still was always showing concern for others. God Bless
Jesus' death paid it all! What have you given in return? His death on the cross… Was from his love and concern! His life for yours… On Calvary… Has been paid. His offer of eternal life, has been made! Through God's word, he's been talking! And stands at your hearts door… patiently knocking! Won't you invite him in? As your guest? Then, your life will be totally blessed! He can bring health and healing to your bones! He can bring his love to your family and home! "Come unto me." Is the the master's call. Won't you come to him now? One and all? He's here right now! In this very place… And extends to you his mercy and grace. Won't you accept him today? He loves you more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say I have kept him there safely, each and every day Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding Something more suitable than just a standard branding A mark of a book, a devils open handing A demon to help me through troubles and fears A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers But I think my favorite time is where leers
I sometimes still picture you Laying there Not saying a word Just staring at me You said so much in that few minutes Not sure if you ever realised it You said things with your eyes We were both, Too scared to admit Neither of us uttered a word - Just the understanding of a love shared There is only one thing I would like to add to that night Just the words "Yep I feel it too" The chemistry The love Uncomplicated And yet it meant the world Our alone time will always be treasured, I know you're still with me Just not physically But I do feel your presence In the music The weird things and times That reminds me of you… Our time was short together, But we had the best of times Without a label being attached I still want you to know "Yep I felt it too" Written by Wilma N. Neels Dedicated to a dear friend that passed away on my birthday on 25 December 2006 060920111445
I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?
I close my weary eyes Holding onto the hope Of not having to cope Not a mintue longer Without you by my side Not expierencing The warm look in your eyes The tingling rush of your finger tips That would grip my hair tight To stop you from slipping into the night Biting your bottom lip As a pinch to yourself To see if it was real The dream of love we felt And now that you are gone I only wish to die Your image fades from my mind Sometimes I see it clear, The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains I look up and in the distance is where she waits But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do I need God's strength for one more day to get through
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
I miss you more than I could ever properly stress... You were a great friend, a true proper friend that anyone would be lucky to have known and luckier still to call their friend. I cherish the many times we shared together in laughter and fun. I think of you often and wish to go back to those simpler days, when things didn't get complicated or even hard. But as I write these words and remember you I wish for only your forgiveness. I let you down and I so very sorry. If I could have been a better person. A better friend then maybe now we'd still be able to share the laughter, the happiness, the pain, and the sadness within our lives. But as it is I abandoned you and lost a truly precious gift. If not for my selfishness perhaps you still might smile in the most dire of times... with an aching heart and heavy head I ask for your forgiveness as I lay you down to rest Perhaps if I were better, If I had been a good true friend Then you would have felt so alone in the end My dear Alleria... I miss you every day With an aching heart I now finally say Goodbye sweet friend...it has been a year I must go, and leave you once more. But this time I leave you in the hands of God He will care for you and guide you With as much love as I possess... Farewell... I will always, miss you. --- In Loving memory: Alleria June 07, 1993-August 20. 2012
they walked along weathered, carrying their guns; like the four horsemen… down to the O.K. guns blazing, bullets flying; smoke clears, the strong stand…
The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished. Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next? Some serious soul-searching .A real newness . Country. Community. Newtown, there has to be new paradigm shift. There has to be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future. The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths of 28 people that touched the hearts of many across the world because we are all the citizens of this world. We therefore demand a world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful. A world in which the sanctity of life is of paramount importance. Let us contain the emotions and find lasting solutions . Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation. A newness of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the country, the world mourns with you. It shares your grief. Be strong. Be comforted. Our hearts are with you. We offer our prayers.
Martin Luther King, Jr. When innocent dies, Whole universe cries, Even of dear earth, We can hear, outcries, But selfish human being, Never even sighs. All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi From a book "Outspoken" - 2012 Available at www.amazon.com
Powerful images Of sound mind sanity clear but the body is dying end it here To this end there shall be an end Final thoughts out in the open In a calm submissive place This little blue house self-assisted we shall wait... (I wrote this after watching a very powerful documentary on youtube called: Terry Pratchett, choosing to die. If you can watch it, as it's unique and a subject that while frowned upon should be discussed more and not just swept under the rug. This documentary had me in tears and I cried and cried and then I wrote this, I intended to write more but looking at it now I feel it says enough it doesn't need depth and multiple paragraphs the message is simple and clear.) Gordon Joe Orton (Kyle Ralston)
(for Seamus Heaney) as if the pale stones share the warmth between two sides sea and field cut early light and full morning the path weathered and slow
< the sleeping giant once again has been awoke to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped tainting soil where once land had been so enriched brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair across it's great mountain range somber is now heard unity becomes one and not forgotten word rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request let our people of japan return to their nest for there will always's be another tomorrow where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed and his people dressed in five elements of thread Tribute To Japan
To Whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a message in a bottle. My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion. As common at it may be, the moral to the message at sea is "Chance". To Whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle. My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion. As common as it may be, the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance". To whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a sponsor less model. My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion. As common as it may be, the moral to the model's degree is "Chance". To Whom it may concern, The chances of my letter reaching you are slim. Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how. As common as it may be, It's by chance that one day you might hear me Sincerely, To Whom it may concern
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there'll be A meeting In the air! God's people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton
Many Have Gone On Before Me… As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me. Some I didn't know. And some knew me. In our lives, there's one thing that's very certain. We don't know when we'll meet life's "final curtain." No matter how we try to look, or seek a "younger appeal." One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real! Our lives down here, could end tomorrow! No matter how many years we may try to "borrow." God knows when the end of our lives will be! The question is: Where will you spend your eternity? You may seek all of this world's wealth and fame. But when death comes calling… It knows your name! You can go through life, and keep "pretending." But God knows when your life will be ending! He's prepared for you, a place in his eternal city. There'll be no more sorrow, pain or pity! All of the angels in heaven await your choice! Each person coming to heaven,,, They all rejoice! Jesus loves you! This is great news! His gift of salvation... Please don't refuse! Think about those who've gone on before you! And the wonderful God that always knew you! Every breath you breathe… Each step that's taken… Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation! By Jim Pemberton
Your wife sits beside your bed holding tightly your hand Smiling although she's grieving, just trying to understand You pulled out your feeding tube, chose your right to die To go on without you after 60 years, she fights not to cry. A stroke 6 years before left you paralyzed on your right side Unable to speak, walk and eat, simple bodily functions denied Life changed drastically, you needed long term nursing care That I met you through these circumstances is truly unfair Without food and fluids, you wait until death makes its claim I believe if I were in your shoes, I would choose to do the same The years of anguish and pain you endured has taken it's toll Courage and strength amplifies as you access damage control You always gave me a smile that brightened up my day With head nods and eye contact, you were able to convey That you were happy to see me and listened to all that I had to say You'd nod and listen to my stories, I hoped I chased your blues away I requested that you be my guardian angel when it was your time to go You nodded with the sweetest smile that my tears threatened to overflow Donald it was an honor to have known you, I have the upmost respect For staying longer than you wanted, your love ones you wanted to protect We'll all find comfort in knowing that you'll suffer no more You had a long good life, a loving wife and children to adore Now you will watch over us and guide us spiritually when we need I have a feeling you'll be good at this, a special angel, oh yes indeed! *Don was a resident of mine, he died 12 days after pulling out his feeding tube at the age of 79. RIP Donald
Morning brings the news my wife has lost her sister Tis' splendor now in heaven
Flowers wilt Dead carcasses are buried Loved ones mourn Rest in peace, Your life on earth is no more… Farewell, friend
I am writing this letter from my heart and soul. I feel I have failed as a wife,mother,grandmother, granddaughter,sister and friend.If I keep going I will just cause more sorrow to my family and friends. You have all given me love and some support but it would be best if I just ended it all.My date is set for November 3rd.That is my father Mahlon's birthday so Happy Birthday to you.I have put a lot of thought into this and if I am gone I will cause no more problems in your life.I want to tell my kids and grand kids I Love You dearly but this is the best for everyone.Thank you to the Pierce County Sheriffs and staff for all you have done for me. Take Care COLLEEN
.Rainbows reflecting the love left behind so thoughtful caring and above all so kind when the colours stretch across the sky thoughts cant evaluate the reason why. You were snatched away,from us all so soon there be days that are rippled,to a a raging monsoon. Because we all have lost,loved ones we desire to have them back for one time,feelings of fire. Shirl your everyday nature you did elude to the very last exhaled breath, did conlude. And the angels asked you, to say farewell and came away from us all,but yet free of pain. . IN MEMORY OF MY SISTER SHIRLEY ASPREY .. 29/10/56..18/10/08 X
O possum, lying on the road. Why did you leave your abode? Are you sleeping or dead? I see trauma, but no red. O possum, did you look both ways. Or were you blinded, by displays. O possum, lying on the road. I write your ending ode. Were you sick, was this suicide. Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide. O possum, lying on the road. To what is your death, to be owed? One less creature, on this earth, Your passing is not a dearth. O possum, you did have such pride. Know now, my soul deeply cried.
Soldier boy, oh soldier boy Why don't you hide up those tears? Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears March till you drop, sing the marching song Even though, for home you heart it does long Don't cry no don't cry Always care to try Hold up your head For death cannot tread Oh soldier boy, oh soldier boy Why don't you hide up those tears For this night your safe, soften those fears Lay down so quiet and hum your wholesome song Hum how much for home your heart does long Don't cry no don't cry Always care to try Hold up your head For death cannot tread Now soldier boy, now soldier boy Could this be the morn when death does appear? And I know it will be hard to hide up that fear Don't let him in, it's just the funeral song Pretty soon now for home, your heart will not long You will not cry, oh do not cry For you always cared to try Soldier boy hold up that head For now you layed on eternities bed
As the sun sets and the twilight comes out, as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight. As the whores and pimps sit on street corners, waiting for street lights to turn from green to red. As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down. I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness, of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways, I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement. I feel the faint cries of whores, I hear the sound of backhand hitting face and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere. And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases, and white motel bedsheets run red with blood and cheap Italian wine. And you can her the poet over the radio, reading his own work for the one millionth time and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die. He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell, the pimp nowhere to be found, with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut. And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement, the floors of a jail cell, tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage. Tears never present, but are seen by many, pain aches and pain takes away, and I pour one more drink for the whore. She takes me away, and I caught her salty, somber tear, and she crawled into my warm embrace. I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp, who broke her nose and made her bleed, with a cowardess and souless backhand. I walk into the moonlight, hearing the somber tears all around me, crash violently to the concrete pavement. The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears, that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children, but we all look at ourselves and smile. Happy we don't pay rent, happy we don't have cancer, happy we aren't six feet under; But we still all cry, Why? Somber tears all fall in one big wave crashing violently on the concrete pavement. Now the red light turns green, and the traffic moves along, the whore is still at her corner, the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
Written on July 23, 2012 An explosive mind Death-filled actions without heart The day the world found out Dedicated to all of the victims of Aurora, Colorado
Light the way for the thundering seas and quivering winds will not stop us nay only to make the stronger even more so so take your place at the front as you lead the few brave amongst us. Dead be it not, nor sin be it death for I know not to forget Teach the more of tomorrow lost at sea Take them aboard the ship of the land of few Oh Captain my Captain so much so few to stay true Oh Captain my Captain Lead on So these virgins that make much of time. They gather thine rosebuds Even whilst they may Teach on my Captain. So these few believers, still dare be bold and be true These few poets, sucking the marrows of life, still seize the day So thank you my Captain So few of us make it to live, just to die, knowing they never lived.
Insecurity is a terrible thing. Insecurity kills. It's like a dark and terrifying serial killer that never gets caught. It goes on and on. There are some people who in a million years, you would never guess are insecure. Most of the time they're the most insecure ones, they're just so used to it that they're the best ones at hiding it. They go to school every day with a fake smile on their face, hoping that no one will see the scars on their wrists because they just know that none of the other kids will understand why they're there. The use bracelets to hide them or wear long sleeve shirts everyday. Even on the hottest days of the year when they could most likely over heat and faint. All of that doesn't matter to them. Some people are insecure because of their weight. But the mirror sees one thing and a persons heart can see different. A lot of the time people are just un happy with their body. Sometimes it could be because of their skin colour or maybe the way their teeth are or maybe even the way they dress because their family can't afford the best clothes for them. The possibilities could be endless. The girl you called fat? She has an eating disorder. The boy you called gay the other day? He lost all of his self confidence and now he wont even get out of bed and go to school because he's scared someone will make fun of him again for liking the same sex. A lot of people don't realize that words can really hurt someone. Those are the words that kill. I honestly feel really sorry for all of the teenagers that commit suicide and don't get noticed because they weren't 'The cool one' or 'The pretty one. But when they're actually gone everyone seems to start caring. Funny isn't it? They'll say things like 'She was so beautiful, I wish I could've done something to help.'. When the funny thing is, they were the reason why. They were the reason why that person went home every night and self harmed or skipped a meal that day. You say you cared? Yeah, of course you said that. I see exactly what you're doing. You said that just to make you look like the good guy. You put on a pity party for that person, go to their funeral, lied to their family, but you're doing this all just for you. Many people see this everyday. I can't relate personally but trust me it happens. So I want you to think the next time you say something bad about someone. I want you to think the next time you criticize someone. Think about how bad that person might take to heart what you said. Think about someone other than yourself for once. Just picture un your head the way the blood drips onto the ground as they're cutting. That blood is filled with your words of hate. Let that sink in.
Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland
He who question's His own Soul Thus, relinquish To the deep -- And - All that is Holy He is not Holy, merely Incomplete Thus, he has Only one Spirit To stand alone, To the disdain Of the Lord Jesus Thy God.... He is so all alone Gary Fields Poet/Author From: "The Cross" Xlibris.com BOOK #106627 Rev. (NOV2013)
There was a ballplayer named "Ron", I would always run home to watch him on television. He batted fourth and played the third base spot, That's the corner they always called "Hot". As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed, Fifteen years in the big leagues he played. An "All Star" player many times over, Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover". He wore the number 10 on his uniform, But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn. Ron Santo was this player's name, He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame". He was tenacious about his life's view, Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too. I had the good fortune to meet the man, And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!! He raised awareness and millions for JDRF, Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left. One thing that all of you should know, Wherever he went, he put on a great show. On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play, Where he can click his heels every day. Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub, At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub". We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too, Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".
Ah, the september weather is here, the trees turn firery red and orange, and the leaves gently fall to the surface. Fall is here, and the grass turns from green to yellow, the souls of many change their ways. From going on beaches in sun to walking on wet streets, with jackets on. September weather is here, too most it is depressing to see, such change in the world. But I love it. The girlfriends and boyfriends go away, and that makes me happy. Then I go apple picking. I pick red apples, from low, hanging apple trees. and I eat one, while walking down the trail. Fall is here, the time of death, the last of sunshine. I don't argue, I love fall, it is so cosy and it gives me hope. Hope that a day will come again, when the sun pops its head out and the warmth returns. September weather is the best, when summer is gone, but not quite, and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane. I love fall, it gives me hope, that with death comes life.
Your always in my heart & head, I still can't believe ur dead. We may be miles & miles apart but I feel ur still close because I keep you always in my heart, Death was the only thing that could ever keep us apart.
The Ballad of Tich Tomas . A dog was howling in the night Perhaps she knew the truth That Tich would not be coming home This dog needed no proof That the man who she loved so He'd come to her no more Because Lance corporal Thomas was A victim of the war. Now Tich, he was a country boy His farm it was his life A boon to his community He'd give in times of strife He learned his trade in farming school With honours he'd come through Then settled down to work his farm That's what he planned to do. But then, one day it came to him The news he did not need He'd been called up for army life He went off without heed To do his time in Puckapunyal To get him set for war He soon made it as Infanteer So he joined a fighting corp He worked real hard and gained a stripe This showed he had potential He earned his skills in jungle fighting And then there came the call For he to go to Vietnam To five RAR he was sent Charlie company was his unit When off to war he went It was in April sixty six Our man went into battle There in the Phuc Tuy provence Those guns did roar and rattle Our Tich he fought real gallantly So brave was he, but then The shrapnel done it's evil job He joined the fallen men. They brought his body back to those Who were waiting for him there The whole town came to welcome him And helped with grief and prayer They buried him with all the honours That came to fighting souls Who died to keep their country free Courageous in their roles. More honour it was placed on him By the country where he'd fought They built a statue in his name And his likeness it was caught By the sculptor who did honour him And carve him into stone And now Tich Tomas guards the park As he stands there all alone. If you're ever down in Nannup town Go to the park that's there You'll see the statue of young Tich As his spirit everywhere Will fill the souls of those who see This fighting man, so brave Who's body lies so peacefully In his own town, in a grave. 2007
You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open, Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken. Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind, You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind. You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife. I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone, walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun. So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into, cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.
As I slashed my wrists wide open I smiled and could not wait for heaven I beckoned for my love that a child once knew I cried as the pain took over Satan met me at the front door He slipped on a banana peel that I left from before I laughed and cried as the tears were of pain I wished the devil himself would regain Stand up for those that were cast out of hell Stand down for those that would set heaven a spell And relive the anguish of your boycott from jail And smile as I run my pride though your nails The ones I used on the lord when he was reborn When he banished me from home for the belief was not sworn I care not for you my son of taboo I die now with you as we kill each other true Your racist heaven with your laws and your rules Speak true of your lies as you write another you And tell your despise to the ones that follow the clue I die alone for I died with truth And the crying satan felt my love for him was due And we both hold hands as we prepare to slip by Our hearts become one as the racist heaven lets us die
My tears rise, as does the water of the Nile a bile-green and sorrow filled but not absorbed for Isis I cry, my teardrops fall in vain reviled that men care only for their bread, not souls transformed. And, so the likes of priestess's and Isis are defiled, the flood of Nile and man begins with mortal guile. Last breath, last beating heart upon her altar lies as with the lap of Nile upon my lips, proud Philae dies. Footfalls upon the Isle of Philae, a child's recall beneath the light of Klaria, I found my rest. A maiden of the House of Horus's seed fall I'd come as acolyte bidden, not as honored guest, to this sacred site approached by neither fish or fowl to serve Melpomene's delight, at her behest. The dark and light of soul and sorrow feed as what is sacred, bows to men of greed. Mother Isis saved me from the sight of man's attempt to stem the bottomless sea. She let me pass before the less heroic height in a time when Osiris ruled, to be with He, freed from the cataract of tears and earthy plight, launched upon the Nile of Night, water-born, and free. Yet, reclaimed am I by Calliope in myth and song sister muse, the heroine, of life's two prongs. *Love of God and art. *Klaria is the Egyptian name for the star Cancer * Melpomene is the Muse of tragedy *Calliope is the Muse of Poetry **The poem is written in the ghosts voice, she tells her story.
I am not a hater , I am a man with causes To have peace , to set pigeons free , to share roses The government of US , I want you just to take a guess!! Philistine , Philistine ,Philistine is what we miss Give it back , then may peace be or, the friend of my enemy is my enemy . So let it be So let it be.
She nuzzled her first born, Until he ungainly stood. Fresh birthed, dewy damp, Rocking unsteadily, a new life. The herd settled, calmed by mother instinct. Then slowly moved down the rocky draw, Hooves dance, tattooing the morning mist, Shaking the night loose, dawns promise, Roaming the lush verdant growth. Singing the song of the herd, brethren of the wind. And the little foal understood the song, They heard his first call. Joyfully hearing the whiny of a new life. But it wasn't always so, with master-men. Confined to the plow and jig, consigned To repetition, plodding nowhere To stall and back as leaves fall And blossom's end in endless cycles. But now they're running free, And they're strong for the herd is many. Manes and hooves, glistening forelocks sprint Breaking morning's silence. Hush, they instinctively stop, shiver And smell the man-masters approach. Frightened, instinctively moving, The herd's survival depends on escape, Fleet of foot, to run from the man-master smell. Down the shallow draw the hooves pound, And up the crest with nowhere to go. Their stretched out lithe bodies Momentarily outlined by the evening sun. Over the edge they plunge For freedom's sake, thousand foot down.
Darken Lightly, The Bitter Harvest Time shadows slip right on by thunder in this cloudless sky Once dreams did vividly abound now this horror, no happy sound Yester years, life gave it all regret was never the only call Days flew by with a certain feel the good life on a time wheel Such before death darkly came its card with your sweet name Sweet your memories truly are still worshipping you from afar This bitter harvest eats my soul leaves me with this empty "living bowl" Robert J. Lindley
Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
The laughter I see, is hidden so deep, a memory of yesterday, mine to keep. Those that know you, or think they do, can never hold dear, the days of me, and you. Saying goodbye, hurts me so bad, my eyes now misty, my heart is so sad. No one knows, when time is no more, eternity takes over, when we enter Heaven's door. Sing so joyous, dance above the stars, my heart will know peace, for I know where you are.
I say goodbye To this chapter in my life Im sure you will get the answers When im gone So when the day comes The sun will not touch my face Theres mistakes The path is long Look at my face The stories it could tell The ones that wont erase Tell the ones that cared enough That i finally left this place So play the song Its something to remind you When im gone
Drunk in the lost city, lost in the vase beauty of the angels drunk, smoking on park benches. Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps, looking at me; a one of a kind. No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A., beacause I am a one of a kind, a gentleman, a drunken buffoon. I hurl myself at the bars, and the whores look at me and smile, and I wave them over, and they come. 40 bucks for a night a good fun, a night of exotic pleasure, in the heart of the sleeping angels. Drunk walking, two in the morning, police stop me, sleeping on a park bench. Warm always warm, never cold, the city that is lost. A city known as the city of angels, yet how many devils I have counted. How much evil I have seen, how much temptation rules in the gutters. Walking drunk on madness, in this dirty city, as I look for a bar before last call. I find one, I go in, order a beer. I drink with pleasure I start to write, I light a cigarette and smoke. A grey cloud forms around me, "Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts. I raise my hand, he comes over. "What will yah have?" he asks, "Another beer and my check." On the house, free drinks, on the house. After a night in the city of angels, I find myself a cosy park bench, and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.
T wo buildings once stood tall W hen one day they would fall. I n the sky the planes flew N ot knowing what they'd do. T oo many people died O n that day we all cried. W hat happened no one knew E xtreme anger just grew. R emembering the fear S o keep your families near.
The candles we light in honor of your name Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives Burn away at the darker side surrounding Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you Binding you in mind, faith and prayer So your memory can live on and bring comfort To those that walk in hope, with you beside them
His armor shines in the sun, His eyes glint with ocean blue, His sword is at his side, And his shield upon his back, A tear rolls down his cheek. His mind is filled with thoughts of love, Thoughts of war, And thoughts of hate, And a tear rolls down his cheek. Like a loyal soldier, When the horns are blasted load, A kings soldier onward as he goes, As he marches into war, A tear rolls down his cheek. He charges into battle, Determination in his eyes, And in the end the battle won, The loss is only great. But for the battered warrior, This battle isn't over, He rents his clothes, He screams and curses, For at his feet lay his friend, With an arrow in his chest The glowing sun glints off his armor, His sword is sheathed at his side, His shield upon his back, And encrusted upon his shield a blood red cross, the cross of a fallen friend.
Central Park looks Beautiful When you're In Love Central Park without the gates of heaven screens; It's heavenly, a poet daring to dream Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise Twilight, nylons and panels in the park; Where Lover dreams come true with sparks; Behold the beauty, behold a lover. Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view; It's heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds Strolling or experiencing it's where lovers meet; Colorful hot air balloons circle the park Bollywood again and again after dark
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. He shines bright for a moment in time. His arm's always open with warmth. His smile always bigger then everyone elses. His heart of rage and fire. He swifts on by, he swifts on by. Who will know the true man within. The man thats full of sin. No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
Gone was this edifice Gone, sunk down the abyss Memories only remain Memories to keep me sane To cherish them I shall For such is my call Ode to this great man Who gave me a good stand My favorite, among the elders His death caused me to seek the avengers Lonely, desolate and abandoned His absence makes me so scorned Gone was this great man Seen as having an evil hand He loved the child I was And left me maimed with scars! Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Once upon a time in the great darkness of life there was a young boy and his twin sister. The boy went through life defending his sister making sure she didn't get hurt and saving her from all the pain he had to endure. The other kids in his village teased him and beat him every day they saw him but he still fought to give everything to his sister. Then one of his greatest fights came along a wild dog had wondered into their house and was looking for food. The boy saw the dog going after his sister and rushed to push her away as the dog bit him instead. As he felt the dog's teeth sink into his shoulder. The boy realized that not only had he saved his sister but he had doomed himself he hadn't used enough caution when saving her and now he has to pay for it. He smiles at the dog and gives it a hug before saying "Thanks do what you need." He closes his eyes and waits for the end but he only feels the wild dog slowly release him and walk away. The boy's wounds heal and he lives still sacrificing everything for his sister but as time went on he saw his sister begin to hate him. Finally the boy was about to reach his seventeenth birthday when a very cunning very powerful wolf descended on their home. The boy fought with all his might he fought to save his sister but not even when he finally asked his family for help but they were to scared to afraid of the wolf. but the final strike was dealt to the boy as he faded in and out of consiousness the boy saw his sister being taken away by the wolf. as the world faded to darkness the boy said his final words to his world he was leaving behind. "Dear sister I'm sorry I was never strong enough never cunning enough to truely save you I have failed you and with my last breath I wanted to say I love you.
It was very early in the morn The news not good, in depths forlorn Memories of you dressed in your army best A hero to me a father better than all the rest Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really wanted to say I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010
Remember me Not as I am But how I used to be Don't be afraid To say my name For you it's not forbade Hate me not I did not leave you Please save me a spot On the court Or on the field I'll be with you in your heart -Miranda Lambert- **This is a dedication to my husband for the loss of his brother Michael 07/13/10, may you rest in peace and keep my dad company, we Love you!!**
Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: End Of Life Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: March/2014 ____/\_____|_______________ Life Ends
He lived his life, at no time, absent of zeal, And never dug a pit so bottomless or wide; That from a loving God he would dare conceal, Because God discerns the thoughts we hide. When our sight fades we make wrong choices, But each day we awaken to a brand new start. His worth is not measured by other's voices, But by the things God saw within his heart. Dedicated to J.D.W.
DEATH OF A BELIEVER The death of soul steals slowly through the years the fog of mind that's never known to be; brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears the fate of all that few can ever see. It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves, once green and shining in the morning sun, now setting on it all, in evening grieves for lack of interest in what life has done. Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime and old and tired now beats the heart we knew life now mundaned by passing of all time, there's nothing left the heart would like to do. Old man, you're numbered to your final breath and no one cares for all your sweat and tears, your rest is not until it's done in death, but keep the faith in what you've done for years. © ron wilson
She was an angel But she didn't know Life was hers for the choosing But she chose to let go Her whole life before her But she didn't know I saw her fall from heaven The day she let go She fell into My broken arms All of my charm Only caused her harm I cried the day She went away I close my eyes See her angelic face She didn't know She could save What does it matter She went away And I hold her name holy As the ghost she now is My only wish Is she knew how to live Life is so fragile In the arms of an infant Possibiltiies endless Endlessly infinite I remember how she could smile Made shattered dreams Seem worthwhile I could do anything Under her gaze It was me she saved Then ended it all away Why did she leave me To figure it out alone Why was she helpless? Why was she cold? Angel unknown Please return to this presence For reality without you Is never as pleasant The thought of her Awesomer Than you can imagine She kept me going By reviving my dragon Invision a world Of no material All in existence Live in indecision For no one knows What they really want They want a world That's not enough And then she returned To carry in peace Her healing touch reached inside me I know she's there Though I can't see I feel her halo Watching over me I feel diseased Then it went away In the same fashion As she did one day One day abruptly A realization Was my life Really worth saving I'd trade for hers On any plane Because an angels special Until they're gone away
On roads to nowhere/everywhere white crosses dot the countryside seeking a final resting place abandoned now to wait for plastic flowers to be placed as if somehow this will bring closure to loved ones who mourn their passing from interstate to ether state from sadness to glory from son daughter mother father grandfather orphan to eternal rest. White crosses maybe one maybe five returning to death no longer alive. one brief instant horror to blessed rest on a cold siding/a concrete ribbon/ a drainage ditch/a nowhere road. Are they resting there or are they crying to let them be with others in this clay state that means nothing. now the remains of yesterday clinging to memories faded as the plastic flowers/teddy bears/grayed out names that mean nothing to but a simple few who will not let them rest. Oh my soul mourns to let them free let Jeanette go free Bill S. on that lonely road let B.R. road worker lay his tools and vest and hard hat down Fred S. is a memory nothing more nothing less/let them rest … we long to be at rest not be looked upon by passersby who wonder why our crosses are in the middle of Nowhere/we are nowhere to be found. We cry for justice of the past/let us sleep where we are not where the metal and pain and stench and broken glass found us …
Dear Grandma Dear Grandma, I miss you so much! I wish I could hug you, even a little touch. You meant so much to me, I know you loved me too I wish you were here to talk to, Because that is all I used to do. Was listen to you for hours talk, And I still remember that short walk That me and you took down the road. It meant so much to me, even though it never showed. Little did I know, It would be the last walk we took. And I still remember the way you look, The way you acted, they way you cared about your grandkids. How you laughed and how you dared. I respected you so much for that, Even when I was a brat. "I love you mija" was the last thing you got to say to me, Before you took your final rest in bed. But I never got a chance to respond That I loved you too, we had a special bond. I never wanted to say goodbye, But I know I'll meet you again, when I die. **dedicated to grandma maria cavazos love u and miss u so much there is not one day i go without thinking about you i really wish u were here u deserve it u really need to be here for ur grankids to get our family together if u were here it wouldnt be like dis and royal u know wat i mean** May 26, 2010
I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.
I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend, William . There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex To me it has always been the soul , the person inside For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here " William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer " Well this is a lesson for all to know God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows . I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support . I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume . I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde " We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold. Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time . Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William " I missed something that lies deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved . Now this story is long so go to "William part 2 "be patient , be brave .
Flares of fire erupt, Dust in the wind, ~ The World's losses. Tears from everyone, Pain unimaginable, ~ the world's losses. Written by Lee Ramage September 10, 2011 For Caroline Devonshire's "Remembering 9/11" Placement: 7th
On her birthday he bought her a feather, a dainty silver charm. He knew it was the perfect gift to adorn a neck or an arm. He took it home with heavy heart, overwhelmed by sadness and grief He brought it here and gave it to me. His possession of it ... brief. She can't wear the silver feather for she's with the angels above. I wear it for her ... over my heart ... for she's someone we both lost and loved. We miss you Brenda, so very much. We weren't ready for you to go away. I'll wear your feather with love and remembrance; his gift for your birthday.
An ivory smile and eyes that GLOWED His penetrating words reached my SOUL A prophet, a poet but human all the SAME So young and burdened with too much GAME His work was an outlet to relieve the PAIN The trials of his life overwhelmed his BRAIN I saw the pain I suffered reflected in his EYES I heard the words I felt come from his throat and RISE Blessed with the knowledge that shoulda set us FREE But the devil intervened so it could not BE I know what it's like, a side all bull SHIT Not all good or bad causes inner CONFLICT All these things I say hoping it's not too LATE To reach those others who I know can RELATE And touch their souls like he came and touched MINE Unlike your demise yo words came right on TIME We miss u TUPAC Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson
Flames roared through the nights sky. A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. The heat warmed the mortals below. They believed that this was a great night. The sky emulated a beautiful red color. The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. They believed that they were all safe. They were not nearly as safe. They were witnessing Armageddon. The war between good and evil. For no one is safe until judgment day. That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. The birds will sing a tune. The flowers will bloom. That will be the day. The day when we will all be ok.
It's been nine years, I have counted the tears- they have made trails of guilt worried into my heart then filled with loneliness and bitter despair but by your grace I have been shown... For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept nor held a vigil to honor our grief though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed Peace from your love still reaches through death and through your eternal love I am reborn It is Good Friday. When God took your spirit home and left me dying to know, how to love him for his sacrifice when he asked me to give up you? How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms? Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew and it has been your love the kept me whole that taught me how to be reborn for even though your body has gone your words lost in the wind and breath no more The essence of grace and strength you lived - it grows still in your daughter soul My being and existence came from your womb my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment I have lived a life you gave me and for once I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago. Alas, I've come to know, that as you died and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death not in your dying, my grief and love can attest, but in your living strength and loving example you showed me how to live a life open to our Father's gift We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast. I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked, "In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence what of my soul will rise with his?" And now sitting Easter morning, holding my sons candy-filled basket, I realized Three days passed. He took you home Friday morn, but left me love, that eternal love that never dies whose comfort is unending I honor your love by giving it to my children and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew you have never left me . Though God took you home Mom I know you have never left me for as our Savior died and rose you too still live in my heart, showing me proof our Father's blessings because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up to honor his sacrifice and transcend, to be humbled by the grace and mercy that could forgive such lost lambs as I
Doors will open, doors will close Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose Doors will open, doors will close Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows Doors will open, doors will close Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows Doors will open, doors will close Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows Doors will close, doors will open Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in Doors will close, doors will open Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting… Writing's a success from deep within That everyone wants to win!! Doors will open Everyone – come on in!
You were my Grandfather but I called you Papaw instead. It hurt very much when Mom told me that you were dead. When you died, the flower shop sold out of flowers and had to start selling trees. That proved that many people loved you and knowing that was sure to please. Your death brought about pain that we couldn't ignore. We were all devastated when you passed away in 1994. It doesn't seem like you've been dead for twenty years. Your death brought a lot of misery and plenty of tears. You died less than three weeks before I turned twenty-three. You were very special and all of your family and friends agree. Even though you've been dead for many years, your spirit continues to live on. You still live in our hearts and that proves that you're not gone. (Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)
MY LAST BREATHE !!! U have gone too far indeed But My love for U still possess the same creed U were the one to grow in Me the love seed Which grown into a beautiful plant breed U were the one who did a great deed To change My life and give it a new lead U were the one who provided the care I need By facing the problems which M required to be freed U took burden of keeping Me away from unwanted weed And in turn just wanted My love as a feed Won't forgive U God for the tears I bleed U took her away from Me, against my plead Dear, I would always preserve Ur memories and love beneath A sheath And would love U always until I breathe MY LAST BREATHE !!! --------YASHU
I'll cut you into little pieces, push you down underground. I'll let maggots feast on you, just to see broken flesh. I'm glad you understand my twisted self, and you take part of my daily bread. I'm going to hang you from the highest star in the heavens, burning your laughter from your lungs. I'd be joyful, emotionless, wreckage not even God Himself can undo. Underground the maggots chew and chew, hey girl there I see you.
Ever thought of something so much That when you wake up it just automatically Crawls into your brain cells Shoots them with laser beams Until they explode And that's the only thing you have left to think of Because everything else is fried Ever wish you could go back and change that night Wish that you wouldn't have left her side That you would have just listened to your heart Instead of your gut Instead of that little voice that echoes In the back of your head Ever wished that you wouldn't be reading this poem That everything could be like your dreams Like a family who gets along Like having a famous relative Dreaming that you had a better life More money to spend More bass guitars to buy Less drama Then you find this special someone Who you can really relate to And you never want to let them go But somehow they slip through your fingers Then your life crumbles Falling down like the rain in a thunderstorm Wishing you could change everything But you just start over And try to move on And somehow end up at the beginning all over again
Known as the Queen of Hearts, the card of death, that kids the Joker and kills the King of Spades, The Ace of Spades shivers in his boots, when she strides by in havoc. Her beauty is what gets you, so watch out, when she comes rolling on by. She is deadly, like a black widow spider ready to attack at any moment, so watch out for her, when you deal the deck.
Holes are dug The tents raised Men and women salute As they carry your body away The flag draped over so graceful Exhibiting patriotism of the brave Honoring the risk you willingly took As we march in silence toward your grave My fellow comrade, my partner Forever my best friend Life for us was just beginning When it turned for a swiftning end I felt my stomach tightly churn When I saw your name on the list Sinking back into the moment We shared our final goodbye kiss Now as they lower you down gently My heart follows right behind Though you can't be with me now in body Our souls will always be intertwined I'll be brave for our little princess But I can't promise I won't weep Watching her lay here with your picture Cuddling it softly sound asleep I tell her numerous stories about you And she tries to memorize them all But as the years go by it gets harder When your face isn't as clear to recall She knows her father is a hero And not afraid to announce to the world Oh my dear, how I see so much of you In the liveliness of our precious girl I know our parting won't last forever When we're together as a family in Heaven That picture is what keeps me going each day Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again We will live to make you proud, my love Though somedays are harder then most Perhaps fallen but never forgotten To your life we raise this toast
Hither I stand, at crossroads, And then I gaze, at the yonder end- The vague horizon from where I began; And all that I may ever deem Is that- my days Have been a waken dream. Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream; Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance- An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods; An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow; And from the final station as I depart, All that I can ever say, is that Perpetuation has been a rouge Of fleeting phases of my life. Suyash Saxena St. Stephen's College.
Poets in literal meaning are not responsive to normative rules of dying moreover just like the Saints they do not fit into a written conventions of the existence of the survival at all costs at the cost of their own greatness they rather resemble orphaned fortresses which has to be taken meter by meter - as in the past with the severe blood loss or permanently straining among the yellow fields mossy towers with no vaults but with the ever-vigilant gaze poet as gaper windblown caressed by storms until he not falls never measures himself as the one and then all fading behind for life and death of a Poet there is no proper time he lives in himself stirring up higher and higher by the abandoned fortification of horror of consequences to the moment in which he is taken - far far away - In memory of Saemus Heaney
I remember the days that we spent together in my pursuit to further my knowledge, you as my mentor and I as your pupil. Down through the years we have had more then just a teacher and pupil relationship, we became the very best of friends. I watched your hair turn grey and then you watched mine, sadly I received news today coming from afar that you have gone on your final journey and we shall never have those long academic discussions ever again. Such news that greeted me gave me such a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, for I know I shall never see my dear friend again. I will forever cherish the fond memories of the past years we had shared and our friendship and reminisce on all the good times for those will always be with me. You will always have a very special place in my heart, my mentor and my dear friend always. A friend that shared my life. Note: Farewell to Klaus Goebel, ING (Radio Engineer), Neu-Isenburg, Germany ~ may you rest in peace old friend. 4th July, 2012 (c)
worn headstone place a flag in honor memorial day
I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood. I groom myself with exquisite things, Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn. Mosques are being slammed There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber Even God judges on evidence There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding And I write. Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies They are alive now. Soon they will be dead From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown Ghosts of curfew Haunt the houses for young souls. From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness Nothing is left now. Search lights can't see inside the graves A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave. I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep While my Kashmir is ablaze "It's me poor farmer's son. Kupwara's charm, I feel no pain". I see him so alive in my dreams. He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails. I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam's barbeques He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene "Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state. Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight." I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood. His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more. On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail. Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones. For bullets there will be stones Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones. In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out Death is recruiting in dozens at a time. Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass. How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity People burn up all you identity cards.
Slamming crashing endless turn Reveling those that scorn and yearn Shifting minds undoing tears Forgiving those forgave my peers Joyfull death amongst the crown He sat and smiled though as a clown The angel awaits her fiery friend Now he lay low his fiery end Believe in me they said no more Relief we see for he's reborn And so with that they run away They run and slip into their grave And friends they knew in times before Are friends that stab in backs of more To each his own to each the tore Of rhyming lines of evermore The clown has died his shoes of gore Remind him how the natures call Of mans good tase for which is all And gone and done with bleeding hands We spin and spun our good deeds banned The clown lays low with cunning grin His dying breath was that of sin Reminded him of mice and men From which he came from his dented tin
He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting, As I sneak out the back door again. I stalk across the dimly lit garden, Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain. Even during blissful moments in his arms, Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes. I close mine only to see your face again, In the blackness, dark as night skies. How can I be happy with someone else, When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake? How can I smile up at him, When its your features I'm trying to remake? Even though he makes me happy, Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me. I start the car and stare at the lucky charm, Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee. I guess it never did work, Because now I'm sitting in this empty car, Wondering how things could have gone this wrong, When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star. I'm driving down the familiar road, Wishing an accident would take away this pain. Better a quick unfortunate incident, Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane. Walking through the wrought iron gates, I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out. Each time I reach the graveled path, If you're worth the trouble, I doubt. But I cant help stalking out the house, You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage. Praying silently he never finds about you, For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage. I feel the steady calm rising as I near you, Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves. I can hear my heart beat in my ears, I move to your headstone among the other graves. As usual I trace the engraved heart, Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover. Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so, For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover. - Miliya Parveen
In the heart of the deepest silence, Where days and nights all colored black, Laid the souls escaped from pestilence, Never will death trace their tracks, Amor my loved a one of them, There laid in years fast asleep, Dusts covered beauty once of fame, Still vivid it's color my heart has keep, The lake of time is deep and calm, And my beloved laid there like a lily, While peace and stillness governs her presence, Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness, Yet even the eagerness of my longing, Is amazed by the frank of her boldness, As the days of the living are hurt and screaming, Hers is patient in waiting and waiting,
Forsaken, weather-beaten sign, your tombstone. Nameless soul, the Savior knows who you are. May you rest in peace.
I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way You push your way into this world free from sin You came with all your innocent traits I have no desire to sit at your table Where the linen is whiter than an untouched Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake neither will I partake! Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters Like hanging mountain grapes shapes Yet, I have no desire to swim Or to sit at your table of hate When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests Kids up north blood stain the streets while The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate's dinners Who is guarding the gates of hell? The World of Politic sure is wild! http://idyllmusement.freeforums.net/index.cgi?board=poetry&action=display&thread=6
father's day is near what to buy for dear old dad cologne tools or clothes maybe will just suprise him with a nice father's day cake Tho Dear Old Dad is gone He Loved Suprises For Father's Day Happy Father's Day To All Poetry Soup Dads RIP Daddy { 1925-1981}
A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy
My dad passed away when I was nine That it didn't make me feel fine I have pictures of him Which always makes me grin I have some memories But not so many I miss him everyday and night Which I think of him with delight He was way to young For him to be gone It's been so long ago since he left us so dear I love him always and true Theres no other dad like him so true
The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne I've wroot my song of skreighs He tore the lyf out of me In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me Wistful - I am no bride to be Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs I cede to thee, deathly colleen Though remains - façades of humanity Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams Casted by the lote of she Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er! Caught with twain W'ie or swain Angel dearest so fair - love does not share Seemed a crux, when eath is lone I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me Or was this not meant to be Eros's deceit So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be
Take my hand and walk with me, ill show you side of a world that you never seen. Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet, this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. No one goes into my hood, we done really care for you angry mood. Music will blare everywhere around out street, it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet. Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face, you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance. You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you, and make it seem like i had nothing to do. It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart, even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start. You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance, we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"? Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!
Once came along sisters entity Sound like runaway trains fifth degree Across trailers tin roof Dogs started howl and woof When seen spirit pants I did pee
We made an Angel for Jesus, although he was tiny and small, he's now in the army of Jesus, and helps to watch over us all. Our baby was born in October. A beautiful blue eyed boy. He appeared to be healthy and happy, he filled our hearts full of joy. We had him for only a short time. His life seemed so normal at first! Just before he was two, without warning, his health took a turn for the worst! Six months later, he went up to heaven, to explain it, we won't even try! For a while, we were groping for reasons, why someone, so young had to die? We kept on searching for answers, for what we could not understand? Why God, would let this thing happen, was it all just a part of His plan? All of a sudden it hit us, we knew just what God had in mind! He let us make Him an Angel, to help Him watch over mankind! Yes, we made an Angel for Jesus, although he was tiny and small, but he's big in the Army of Jesus, and helps to watch over us all! Dedicated to Angel Bobby (Robert William Taylor - 1968-1971)
Just close your eyes, just go to sleep and let the peace begin The serenity you seek is with you now for it comes from deep within Put on your smile with loving grace look forward not behind Have complete repose with relaxation of your senses and your mind Then open the door to tranquility where stillness and calmness wait Don't worry if you're too early Don't worry if you're too late Our love will carry you where ever you go just call out His name and you'll see You will find the peace you've been looking for the peace of serenity Dedicated to my mother 9/01/14
Hear across my native soil, The calling, Echoes ancient voices, Raised in prayers ritual. A forgotten people, leaving, Their mark upon histories Legacy. Mysteries great questioning, Lain outward for generations, To wonder why? Beneath the heavens vastness, Behold gray monoliths reaching, Upward. In the circle of life and death, As a continuing sphere ever, Winding within it's self. A seasonal calendar timed by, Natures rhythm. An inner heartbeat, pulsating, From the earths core. Springs awakening warming Breath, Or winters chilling hand of death. To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest, The tools of trade. The beasts of burden are released From heavy yokes harness. Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice, Lain upon the sacred altars fire. Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff, Praying for enlightenment's spiritual guidance. Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant. Asking for natures bounty, A good years passing and Healings curing power. An ancient religion seeking, Answers to humanities quest to know. Lost to times relentless pass, Our ancestral heritage is remembered, I'm myths and legends, Mystical circle of stone, Known as Stone Hedge. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Sweet little girl who snuck upon her mom without plans already in place to meet, you're a tiny hero, a bitter balm for the wound that left an empty car seat. A routine visit that ended in tears, and an operation for the next week. My sister's truth was a mother's worst fear, never to hold her babe, to stroke her cheek. After the grim appointment, her eyes glazed her heart rate jumped high, and her fever raised. Illness would have stolen her, but for fate. You had asked a favor at heaven's gate. Thank you for saving my sister, sweet one. I wish though, it didn't mean your life was done. 11/3/12
He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two. A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained, By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric. One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol. A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away. The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen. Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land. Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another's Beretta M9… This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. I am "The America". Open and free, to you, including me. I've held my guard, stood stiff and tall. Fought hard, till this day, to wave "hello", to the one race "individuals" every single day. Wave back, or don't wave at all, I'll respect you as an American and not a flaw. United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation. Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all. Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all. WE ARE ONE NATION, FOREVER YOU AND I.
so much pain Lord why did you have to take Dwayne I dont mean to question your judgement but I just miss my cousin in hindsight I can see that we was living wrong but I dont think the cure was two bullets in his lungs at the funeral while they quote proverbs and Psalms I'm holding on his moms arm trying to keep her calm she crying my sons another homocide victim if that bullet would have knicked him it would have gotten our attention
A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining, Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home Lonely branch, spasms in the wind Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch Young nestling skitters to the branch's edge Peers over on to sightless depths Shivers, ruffles withered feathers Spreads tousled wings And loosens fast aging down Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge Like endless days before, Craning aching neck Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger- And whimpers Turns to father and warbles in longing, A sight that speaks of flight Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds To leave -slightest breeze carries words... to live The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro Cooing and cawing, talons pawing A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation "To leave father! To stretch my wings Lift from them the smell of rot and loss To fly father" "To fall! To fall, and to die!" -Wind whispers, To fall, to soar, and to live Nestling shuffles to the edge, Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge Peers down onto sightless depths -they bellow to him To fall, to fly, to Die! Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers Cramping wings crooked and futile To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability To fall, to fly, to die Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death nothing so glorious without flight... Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion Ruffles feathers, settles down Nestling wavers, branch bending Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch Eyes feasting on sightless depths Endless fears... They scream to him To sit, to dream to fly... To sit, to dream of revitalized wings Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings The exercise of freedom to sit and dream to live to sit at the edge of that tottering branch creaking and bending under a restless and aging body peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch and fly, where body cannot and live
Please make me understand Why we do the things we do If you are cheerful, you feel good If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22) How can we help you? If we didn't know how you feel You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside Somewhere you hide, and you cried, Why didn't you come inside from that dark lonely place? Asking others for help isn't a disgrace. Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn When the Wind becomes strong Why did you come in from that dark lonely place? Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps Asking for help wasn't a booby trap Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak. Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek He said. "Mommy I am a big boy now" "I can do it all by myself. So he murdered Innocent little kids…
Shall we Lament about the soul The snap of the branch that you hold onto When we snap it upon the drum that beats out life Withered and fickle, And with the last reverberation of its breaking The echo dims and dilutes Our sense of longing Oh let us lament about the soul And all it has come to mean An escape from drifting, that echo never fading; Oh anchor me Dear soul of mine Anchor me and never let me go For without you, why without you I would truly be lost And keep me alive some more to the beating of this drum, And whence it snaps In the drunken beating of my life And the echo booms no longer I beg you all to lament about my soul For it has gone And now I am lost Drifting with no anchor, and I will find no purchase.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way. Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free. Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea. The earth bathes now in rarest form portrayed. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. While Hosanna's fade from still whole memory with outstretching hand a mate for me waylaid. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way Alpha and omega will we be, and from all sin have we been freed. For we seek the harder path the joy delayed. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. Yet, He abandons we, "NO He does NOT!" a different fate have we. And, with golden kisses each soul drops as they pray. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way. The larger scheme of dark and light replays with joyous glee. Deep with our Lord, His Love He does display. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave my way.
ONE NIGHT OF LIGEIA Half from anxiety, half terror born, I see her rising breasts, from pages torn Out from a dream played out so long ago, I knew I'd not forget, or ever know, a lock of hair fell to where lace is worn. The beauty of her eyelids vagrant line becoming much a part of Poe's, and mine, as candle light from distant chandelier reflected from her eagerness to tear, and made each teardrop fall in sparkled shine. The night progressing through what's meant to be, discov'ry of a soul mate's constant plea, as hair of raven black fell to my face, and fancied every nerve, throughout our chase, while love's sweet ending, touched the two of we. "I love you!'s" Feigning death, add to the spell, she weaved throughout the night, we loved too well! And when the end began, our Fifth Alarm gave cadence to our pace out of the norm, and brought the ending only Poe could tell. Sweet love! Sweet dream! We died into the flame from lack of heart to play out love's sweet game, and hope to keep the ending constantly, Orgasm of the soul, for Poe and me, as close as love may come to stay the same. © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
Beneath a flag of red and white A soldier quietly lies, His mother sits just to his right Tears falling from her eyes. Brothers lie all laid in rows Around his final bed, A cross for each one shows Their names above their heads. Seven more stand by his side With rifles standing tall, Dressed in honor, feeling pride For this brother who gave all. One more stands by his feet A bugle in his hand, Plays that melody so sweet Of taps now for this man. Two more now step up to fold Old Glory from her pall, And place it in Mom's hand to hold A present from us all. Ten brothers stand by this man's grave With respect in just suffice, For this soldier who proudly gave His life for freedom's price. Ten brothers came to send him on To take his final station, But thousands more sit at home Giving thanks with the entire nation. Somewhere, lying overseas The man who took this life, Ten buzzards now has he Giving thanks at his grave site! Timothy I. Brumley
To the Newtown Children A poet cries with broken heart Look thine hearts be washen clean with death, God knows how hastily can be By an unfitting goodly young man Become just another evil's killer. Take thou no mean of life That so tenderly and small Arranged now along that cold room Where a hundred of parents Like you and I look on poor children that thou think: One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us. To understand really why the hungry death Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness? O, children! American children! My children! I warn thee in all my heart and soul That could not happen so earlier on life And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur? Hold me fast in thine embrace God, Where my despair cannot be silenced, Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross Our fingers against our chest and pray for them, Give them, Lord, thy blessing give, Pray for them and mother as well, And I shall finish this poem with trembled Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.
pale pink is the pre-dawn sky "pink sky in mourning..." today will be a pre-proceeding - for some it will be the same for some it will purvey monumental, tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone flash of white to yellow to red to black billowing dread washes over as waves upon waves cover all good of the world and flotsam of teared memories float in mind and vision from past treasures dangerous are those loving thoughts unarmed without any weapons of indifference vulnerable to the suffering and anguish to stagger about befuddled and weeping singularly, communally the onlookers look on and piles of cairned candles and trinkets appear out of nowhere, everywhere feeble attempts to express hurt and good - no good will come - yet - in time - in time - time scabs over the wounded the blood-letting stops, tears wither and night follows this immemorable day that we always remember, eons from now as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, where did it go?, when will it stop? © Goode Guy 2012-12-17 http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack
Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head Decaying in this silent chamber... Where I desperately cry for help Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker No one bothers to consider me Circulated by envious glory That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers As if i had no outlook to life... I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber Because I'm drenched in silence... haunted by the deafening atmosphere sensing a load of terrorized fear Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence Cautious of the hovering thoughts, transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter In this chamber of deceitfulness Someday...hopefully Someday... This silent chamber will shatter For now, I'll abide in this loathsome, silent chamber Until God, My Savior, will shatter this wretched place Into smithereens
< "Hark" the Herald Angels begin to sing "Jesus"patiently awaits so her children can say their last goodbyes Cancer is the one thing she will not have to bring For she earned her wings and is now free to fly Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Perception Of Heaven's Contest G.L. All RIP Mama {1934-2005}
Standing across from damien whom had been his lover for yea He takes his heart out of his chest And places it in Damiens hands Kurt says "this heart belongs to you" He askes Damien "do you want it?" Damien places Kurts heart in his hands "i dont" Kurt throws it to the ground and stomps on it Looking down at his crumpled heart a tear Falls from his cheek He starts walking away He falls to his knees Like suffocating Damien runs over to him But is blocked by a black mist Damien stands there whispering "Kurt come back" Kurt stands up and places his heart Into Damiens pocket As Kurt turns and walks away The sky opens up And kurt rises to the clouds A few years later Damien joins him up at the gates
Someday at any time I could be gone… When it happens don't you dare be sad? I am saved and living in God's great beyond, Enjoying the best times that I've ever had. Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud, However God's timing and planning are right, To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd, So take up the mantle and against satan fight. The battle will not be over till the devil's in hell, If you are not born again I'd encourage you to be, Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well, So your soul too can be made eternally free. Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love, The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care, Outside of grace you were my treasure from above, Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share. Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close, All my sufferings are over with pains all gone, It's okay to cry over my death but a party I propose, For on satan I have the last laugh my journey's done. Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Precious angel spread your wings and fly, soar high above in the clear blue sky. It was so unfair we didn't get the chance to see, the precious angel that you would be. Lay yourself down and have a good rest, we all think that maybe it really was for the best. If we could have only had the chance to meet, and see our precious angel from your head to your tiny feet. Always know that we will be thinking of you, and we all know your thinking of us to. I'm sure we will always question why, but for now all we can say is goodbye. Colleen Marie Bono
Light is almost clear The morning is here Beautiful light, beautiful moment Your grandmother and all it has been Now or then before a sunrise moment.
********* Doe's things' seem strange Not what they used to be Well... This is for the first time The first time in History ------ Doe's things' seem slow While a bestselling economy Just doe's not grow' Everything is a shroud In mystery... And everyone must know... ------ It is time It is time one may say For a One World Government To save the day' -------- But, their is one thing That I would like to say And that is that Except... By the Blood of Jesus Things' wouldn't be this way -------- What We really don't need Is a new government What we do need Is a New Covenant' A Covenant' With ' GOD ' -------- Did anyone think Of the way That it should be To dwell in the House of the Lord For all Eternity... To be with the Prince of King' To be with the Almighty With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD ' Where He has already prepared A place for you and me...
SHOWTIME Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody you've played for long enough and now it's time to go there's not a better time than now to let it be insanities its own and best reward you know deep in the night while there's no certain thing but passion for the grief that lingers on and on as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting come life and death of it before this act is gone there must be question to the ends uncertainty that's led us guessing, why was this thing said and is the act onstage or what the actors see beyond the blinding light among the walking dead who come to be amused right through our greatest fear of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none and we must speak each word for everyone to hear exactly as they plan so that the show goes on. and yes they knew the end before the curtain call but made production's costs a thing to bear and every star that's in the sky could surely fall from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there they cannot see the moving of the props around sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground the tinting of each face the tightening of waist there no one dares to tread except for those who see the detail of it all must blend into the play as carefully as we make this, our tragedy, the making up must be complete in every way we must not let the ending go beyond the end or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings and lack of press where there has never been a friend so life and death of it come down though pain it brings let not the curtain to ascend the play is done and weary are the actors they've performed quite well as real as life so now the show must not go on past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell. © ron wilson
When The Torch Came In June--In Memory of my husband: Robert A. (Bobby) Burch--Died 6/22/1996 O' June...June...I can't believe how fast time Has gone. It seems like only yesterday I held him close...kissed...his lips on mine. It's been sixteen years since he went away... That HOT, JUNE, DAY--the Olympic Torch came Through town. Everone there--needing him too... He sat down beside me--his face--I knew When he said, "I don't feel well"--that glazed stare. Everyone always asked him what to do! Twice...he came back to assist his own care... EMS, Doctors, nurses--all were there! But, still, it was not enough to save him. Two minutes from the ER--WASN'T FAIR! 'Prayed in the ER as they worked on him... The people: loved ones, community, friends, Were everywhere--pacing...standing...crying... But I kept praying--"Don't let him be dying!" Finally, they 'called it'...then let me go in... I kissed him-- goodbye-- but felt they were lying-- Then told our son...he'd not see, DAD--again. O' June...June...your mem'ry serves quite well... Wish it'd been me...and he, this story tell. deborah burch© 5/26/2012 Dizain Entry for contest: "If I Had A Broken Heart"...
Another example of Western hypocrisy, Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy", A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship, Which actually started from a pirate-ship, In history you will find that some pirates, Who were the robbery and theft laureates, Through cheating, fraud and deception, Killings, aggression and corruption, They came into power to abuse everyone, Before was with sword and now is with the gun, They thought that their kingdom will last, Because of their savagery, which is vast, Did not imagine that they would be faced, With people's protests and be disgraced, And that the whole world will come to know, About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show, This show is about the killings and rapes, Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes, Children, men or women have no difference, In receiving this torture for-instance, They raid the houses with troops anytime, And become altogether partners in crime, The news are filled with photos of tortures, But Western governments are just the watchers They have no movement or any gestures, Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures", West have been playing "Divide and Rule", Thats how they fight with this tool, But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight, So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite, Now they just sit back and enjoy the show, Because they sowed this decades ago, O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize, Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise, O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart, Every hurdle has a comfort in a part, Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping, As if the humanity is itself plopping. Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades. From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013 Available at www.amazon.com
************ I lay in my bed Paralyzed from my Head to my Leg Blind for over two year's While these feelings' Were stagnant They laid in my head --------- While laying there I had plenty time to think I would just sit there Waiting for a cold drink -------- Seem that all was over The casket had been laid I could only think of God Was this the Cross The price that He had paid -------- Fore I was dieing from Aids' And Addison Disease I was on steroids, Yet, my Soul was a ease... -------- Fore I had seen the Lord Yes, I went to the Light They said that I would die My sister brought me home So that I would not die alone ------ But, their was this one thing That stayed in my head The Lord said to spread the word To tell everyone what He Had said, -------- This I did wonde How that could be Fore I was weak My body was cold I was desirous of sleek ------- That very night As I laid in my bed I gave my life to The Lord, Of my own accord ----- Then something happen To change everthing I felt so much joy Even though I could Never sing....ha.ha. ------- Time passed by As though an inkling From time... I was even out of the bed With Jesus soul ly On my mind ------ Then some-thing else happen The next time I looked Guess What? I had time to write A new book... ------ " The Cross " GF
****This a true admission...It happen to me...God left me a Message..*******In........ Spite..of the whole world.....gf They say that it Is some-thing spiritual Ah! yes, Their is such a thing As a Miracle For their is nothing More Spiritual..... ------- For I can confess Let God figure out the rest --------- But, their are reason's So many thing's to say Like, how can a man die Three times' in just one day At the same time ----- So, their was a time And this time was mind Fore I did have Addison Disease My health was on the decline Would their be time for eternity Or are We running.... Seems though I was running Out of time I was running out of me ------ Renal failure Kidney failure Respiratory Arrest ------ Seems that this-time The Lord Jesus Has put me to the test Yes, their were complications' Little parasites' in my blood I need a blood transfusion The doctor's were in such confusion This conclusion to them Was just an illusion... ------ They said that I had An Addison Attack I also had Anemia My affect was black ------ They were all worried They didn't know what to do For I had complications' And now and behold I just had a CODE BLUE ----- They talked to my folks And family relation's They said they just didn't Know, fore He had complications ----- The complication was already made If it weren't for the Addison Disease He would sure die from the complications OF " AID's" So, then they gave me A blood transfusion And to the room they took me back Fore their was no reason Lest God Should react ----- That this was one day That I needed not pray It was now time to be ready To breech judgement Now that I must say' And surely this was the way Fore I have seen the Light Of a better day... ----- So, now it was morning I was laying in the bed I was so hungry I got Pancakes' with my meds.. ------ Threw all of this I wasn't really scared For JESUS was with me He just sat on the side Of my Head Resting on my bed Blessing me and to return Thy Soul For it really belonged to Me.... This miracle was full.... Lack of death from the Complication's Of Full Blown AID' Was over blown.... ----- But, you are not threw On the Earth Fore I have a message for you To deliver this day! To deliver, to rebuke this Un Holey Curse.... Fore this is the Light And the way... GF
Jolo Sulu blasted again For politicos personal gain Says nothing to blame Except they said terrorists team Which team comes from them? Though treated as immunity Still feared the community This recipe of politics Much time to take at rest Many lives lost Children's blood host Mothers cry out loud The severing dead body clouds Ending of this when Perhaps if sinners chained But innocent yet still the victim! Dedicated to the recent bomb victims in Jolo, Sulu. Bombing happened on Tuesday July 7, 2009. Written in Sandakan July 10, 2009.
Dedicated to all the children who were Victims of the conflicts in Syria You have heard more grenades crack at dawn As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun- O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries. O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day To whom bliss only exists in the books- You lost your sense of smile And forgot to dream like every child. O Syrian Child! before you she perished- That sweet mother, blown in her parish: You watched her Kick, as she supplicated you: "Flee son, flee to Yabroud. Flee!! Alahu agba. O Syrian Child! She was your only mark, Since dad had fallen years gone and dark. The Bomb had gotten her, as it had gotten him- And now you are left to the world's cruel hymn. Wipe your eyes, O syrian Child! The pain bleeds your tender heart- The terror of your people is a pile: O child! How I dream you were a blissful lad. Go down on your mat, Pray, pray! pound out to Him, Call out to him, sweet Allah, He knows your broiled dilemma. He knows, he knows, O Syrian Child! Allah knows - that very God we worship. There are tears in his tender eyes, As he watches his people in ruin. O child! there is a way up yonder The Lamb rubs his head against you Urging you to hope for joy by Looking up to that God, Allah!
FOR AN IRISH LASS In a constant lack of motion through the window of your mind, all you seek is your seclusion and a friend you never find; you've been looking through the window to someone you never see, never reaching for a reason, never thinking I'm just me. As if you want to be alone. Or just another skipping stone, with someone who's better known. In the hopeless life you're living, all your friends have left you cold, it's a ferris wheel you're riding, and the song is getting old; all the things you've held most dearly come to nothing in the end, and your search is overlooking someone more than just your friend. Someone who'd be there when you cry. Who'd never think of asking why; I will help you learn to fly. Living songs about confusion like a puppet on a string, one is pulled and your responding is whatever pull should bring; you will go in this direction everyone says you should go, and the person you are hiding is someone you'll never know. Out through the window, I'm your friend. From your beginning, to your end, I will give, but never lend. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Lies told to self. In spite of one's own inner voice you deceive more than just one's self. Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls. Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin
********** In My final resolution I must... First, Go to meet God Thus, Perhaps'.... He is ready to Receive Me in all Of My inequities' That which I do present Poet Author Gary Fields
you say you love me you say you care but when it comes down to it youre not therre youre just in the corner yelling real loud saying youre not worth *****without me u have any doubt i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms i close my ears but youre there screaming more making my mind split into 2 youre not the man i wanted i wanted someone that could do what youll never do look after youre daughter and me thought that made us 3 but its not u and me youve decieced after the woumb youve been in we r devided
I don't want freedom. Forgive me for sounding paranoid or crazy. But this man used me. After knowing my history of pain. Now I see why people kill the victims and themselves. Doing away with all evil its emancipation. At my wits end. Where sanity has eaten away my brains. Where my soul has no resting place. And tears are like acid. That burns through my cheeks. Pardon my insanity. For I have fallen too many times. Where getting up is just powerless. My heart is caged. All the impact and friction it took, For years. And still it beats. Keeping me alive to face another brutal blow. Pain so severe. No medicine or words of encouragement Can put me at peace. Love is inadmissible here. For I am deceased . 01/17/13
The pain I feel inside Can be derived from my dad pride I sit alone at night There is this emptiness that is The squandering of time pondering what life will be like Who knew that twenty-one Would be More bumps and lumps than fun I want to dump this chump Standing in front of the mirror Waiting till its clearer This Brings a sobering effect Over thinking each step It is like I'm playing freeze tag With these mundane demons And They always keep me in check Because I cant see them I have been contained and constrained I complain of chest pains Till my veins pop off like champagne Bruce Banner's a freight train Going insane in the membrane So should I smoke weed then To cope with this moping season Cause my yoke is heavy and dope seems dope for lots of reasons Even though I do know What the verse says in Ephesians "Do not get drunk on wine... Instead be filled with the spirit" This is my one beacon That's give me hope when I hear it Its a choice for heathens Like me, to write our own lyrics Since death has been beaten And no longer need to fear it His love is infinite
i cherish the days the flames had receded abominations, full of scorn, forever retreated, their will to taste the flesh, all but depleted. a relationship built on death, no longer needed. for passion and yearning, i never once fought, a struggle, an attempt, forever forgot, the affection, my inner soul, blooms, all but has rot. bamboozled and betrayed, what a tender plot. chris p. 11/10/12 its nothing special but i thought i'd give it a shot :)
I Dreamt I was lying in Heavens Hospital. I had been crying , for that very day it was my Mother In law whom said with all her knowledge ,of being a RN . You need to think about carrying" THIS " baby inside. You see , her Son was a user of many things , Alcohol . "This pregnancy was possibly going to bring a lifetime of pain, and most importantly ..a defective Child."she said The real truth behind"THIS" is another poem to find , it does not yet exist . In my Dream , I turned only to meet the prettiest Angel. She too was a RN , however one of a different Blend . She was glowing as she turned in all her beauty and her smile, and said You are going to have a beautiful Baby Girl ! She will not only be Healthy but you will never reqret this . This Baby will be a celebration on Earth as in Heaven! I awoke knowing I was having a Beautiful Baby girl , and No one could bring me down . 7 months later .. I found the truth was sent to me , as the Angel said . I learned later whom the sender was . I had a sister in law, not from the same line of Blood.. came the Mother . She too was a RN. Her Life came to a very sad end . Before I met the Sister I always wanted ' She had been taken by the worst of Evil. A serial Killer whom took many before he met her that fateful night . This Beast died in Prison in 2004 in Illinois , where the papers had a missing RN named Cheryl listed . Cheryl was the sister i always wanted . She came to me when I needed her most , In 'Heavens Hospital ' where she worked , my sister Cheryl, came as a Ghost . I wish to Dedicate this To my Sister " Cheryl Murray" whom went missing in April of 1994 . May you rest in Heaven Sister and never feel any pain .
Missing You by Amy Swanson Sunny day... reminds me of the warmth in your smile Today I saw a mom and daughter walking arm in arm talking laughing shopping... how I wished it could be us. It seems so many little things... and some days, it is everything... or even, just anything..... reminds me of you. I remember your laugh... the sparkle of your dark brown eyes a merry mischief twinkled from their depths I remember how we talked of everything and nothing at the same time; no one else has ever understood me like you did. All my bad... my faults and habits... rebellious teenage years... you loved me still like any good mother does. *and you were* Such a good mother. Oh, how I wish that I could tell you one more time how much you've meant to me how much I love you. My little girl was sick the other night... and as I bathed her with wet towels bringing down her fever, checking on her through the night medicines around the clock constant hugs and gentle words - I thought of you. All the times you did the same for me... All the times I never got to say "thank you," Mom *so much* for helping me be who I am today. And so I write thinking of you picturing so clearly in my mind beautiful thoughts precious memories of you- and hope somehow you know how very much you'll always mean to me; how very much I'm missing you.
In the grand days of old let the truth be told/ Those ships and mate's in plight, With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle ! The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/ A much happy time of old ! Mediocre drawn beers as an angry mob grew bolder ! For the little troll would oft' loosen his undergarments ? Ready for a fight/ Along came a black knight ! The little troll found himself a bit helpless among the resistance, In the distance a land far to quaint in which to behold, Try to filter out the sorrowful resistance/ A castle promptly built for the proud and noble ! What was once thrown down into the rubble, Yet still my heart beats a bit frantic now ? Torn in the midst of breathless moments/ We suddenly captured a sweet glimpse of heaven, But then to suddenly leave again ! With fallen trees of fern and elm, Then suddenly the sword pulled out of the lasting storm ! With gentle onlooker's to approach, A vining warrior with hidden spear inside, Traveler's visiting from the East would often run away and hide ? Yet what had hit me from my blind side ? Was it the heavy notion of a wizard living inside ? A darkened portal that had come to light ! With a famed court prince on some winged plight/ Along comes a big dragon with a focused intent, Outside a winged servant was inclined to viscously launch out into the night/ To enlarge his welcoming with some frantic fright ! Amidst the hidden turmoil of the given plight/ With the great task in which to make all things right !
A beautiful human being, Lost her life, and no one seems to know why If only her silence could be broken, If only her Soul would wander around and deliver the untold The story no one could tell, The truth about what happened, Someday will be revealed Classification and separation, Is what we often feel Taken so violently, Bared the brutal pain, An innocence loss, Is what she became No matter the shape or life that she led, She didn't deserve the death she was fed I feel for the mother, The loss of her child, Can be filled with no other ,The father and sister Aunt,cousins and family will remember Tyisha, All the good memories Tyisha? Do you remember the silly arguments, We used to always have Sitting around our desks in our elementary class, You were mad at me and I was mad at you Because we had some much in common, And yet we hated to You carried my birthday, I carried your age, You carried my year, I carried your first name You were like me, as I was like you, But Tyisha Tyisha, you were taken to soon We had our differences, We went our separate ways, But still I remember you, Just like it was yesterday You carried my first name, As I carried yours, I carried a tone, Much lighter than you But still you were taken, To soon To soon, A home you found in heaven With our lord, Jesus Christ, So sad you had to leave this world And join another life, Nine years had gone by, Before I'd seen your face, And when that day had finally come, It was on the newspaper page I couldn't believe it was true, So much sadness I felt for you I know it wasn't right, A shameful breach of trust, Your life was taken so quickly but the memories nobody can touch From this day forward, Just trust and believe, For the Master will surely supply all your needs Tyisha don't worry, You're safe and your sound, No longer are you burdened , No longer are you bound Tyisha, Tyisha, Please remember me, I'll see you again, Rest in peace, Rest in peace (December 1998) (By Tyesha Ehigiator) (Aka Tyesha Miles) (An Old classmate)
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" Hearing this made my heart sing and my soul contrite, Each time I visit the resting place of so many bones. Angelic statues look upon me, those of granite stones. Recalling the words they said to me was so intense. Dreaming was not a factor, for I was indeed awake. Angels spoke to me and said write a poem from hence. Now I pour my soul and spirit into words without forsake. Angels, the army of God, guard the Heavens above us all. Nearer to God, we all know they are, answering his call. Graves are the resting place we visit our loved ones on earth. Even though we know their souls traveled with loving worth. Listen in the quietness and your ears will hear them speak. Seek behind the shadows, be not afraid, and do not be weak. Prepare to listen to beauty of nature that visits each day. Every flower and tree holds the power of eternity's way. All your saddened heartaches will disappear, upon your listening. Know the fervency I have found, in Angels eyes glistening. Written by Cecil Hickman date:06-14-2011 written for Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name Angels In Cemeteries
im sick of it sitting and waiting while people are hating im invinsable i wanna change things be a woman that insnt a cleche im original i wanna be writen in books in history saying she did some thing im dissapointed in humanity just walking around in complete insanity so blissfully unaware of anothers humanity how SAD you walk into me us humans are surrounded in stupidity WAKE UP STAND UP BE AWARE just CARE!! if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!
It's my loneliest day, I seek you out and finally find you. I see you near reaching out with open arms I don't hold back. This time I do not want to waste one ounce of your time. The crying of the souls haunt me, I wipe their tears from me. I find I own nothing, only the souls that are precious wandering. Try to hear them, their cries of pain, sorrow, heartache and loss. The cries make it impossible for me to ever be the same again. All these years I have not forgotten their cries, of painful pasts. To love them is more than I can and I am but I give them all of it. I hope they have become a bright shinning star lighting the skies. Maybe they will shine down on me, forgiving the one which is me. Dedicated To All Abused Children Alive and Dead.
Our little angel who left us way to soon, all our love for you would have reached the moon. Mckayla Ryann Marie,we would have loved to see your smile, touched your tiny hands and heard your little cry. Your mommy would have loved you more than you will ever know, the only thing that she could do,is say goodbye and let her go. We know you will be watching us from heaven up above, and we will all be sending you our prayers and our love's. I't wasn't fair you had to leave without seeing your precious face, and not to get the chance,to feel your warm embrace. You will never be forgotten, and always be loved. April 18th 2007 LOVE GRANDMA! Edited for the contest WHY Original title,Our little Angel
Do you remember them? The ghostly faint voices of the children Sending whispers upon the wind But do you here them? Their pleading wails Eerily calling into the night "Please don't forget me" But you do... Recognition of those pale, white faces Lost in short time Remembrance given to The blood splattered fiend permeating with guilt But do any of you remember The glistening crystals The shock the horror Pasted upon the drained faces The scared The mourning The world As tragedy struck her resonating dissonant chord For all the world to hear But the spotlight then did fall To the master mind of that days' pain A day does pass...a week...a month ….....A year Do you remember them now The ghostly voices of the victims fade Their whispers carried away by the wind And you do not here them Yet one little voice still begs; "Please do not forget me....I am important too" But soon the forgotten is faded And molded in their place are the rotted teeth Of the monster that stole their lives And is forever immortalized But will you remember THEM? Will you remember the dead Do you remember the victims...?
He gently creeps into her room to rest tenderly near her side while thoughts of melancholy zoom in of his once vibrant bride she's been there for him so many, many years he sniffles~and tries to hide the sorrow and the tears she has been injured and hurt but has lost the fight she will not make it through the night she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day he reaches to sniff her best skirt holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume he drags over to the vanity to spray her familiar scent around the room he cradles her head within his arm then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, "Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear" He provides her warmth by stroking her hair he wants to capture this image of her there he wants this moment painted on the wall so that he can always,always recall how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere. Copyright McCuen 2009
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)
You made it easier for me, now I can spread my wings. yet you made it harder for my brother, he can barely breathe. I'm here with my lord enjoying my life. yet my family on earth is not feeling Alright suffering from migraine, stress, and chest pain. thoughts of suicide, so much on their shoulders. as I'm here watching my mother getting older. my brother, my dad is crying on her shoulder. she's so strong, so brave, so undefeated. no matter how the trial end, she's my queen. mama you been under so much pressure and stress. I been trying to tell you my souls laid to rest. not for you and my father, I guess. you wasn't there but you know the truth. God have given them visions to you. but rest assure mama ,I'm near you everday. yet It's tearing my heart to pieces to see you hurt this way. I see you laying in my bed, just to be close to me. smelling my clothes for sweet memories. grandma, cousins, aunts, and uncles. put on your helmets, put on your armor. the devil is fighting extremely dirty. with his lies, arrogance, and schemes. in the courtroom head high as a king. but the real king is next to me. the life I live is what I dreamed. yet my family is living a nightmare. I'm in heaven, their in hell. dry your eyes mama, justice will be served. you and I both know, what I didn't deserve. was on my way to kiss you mom had my skittles and tea. tried to keep it moving, but the devil harassed me. every tear you cry I'm here to dry your eyes. wake up and love each day moma. and most of all pray moma. rip trayvon
He was a physicist with a brilliant mind. The man who I'm talking about was Albert Einstein. It was he who discovered that E equals MC Squared. He had one of the best scientific minds and wacky hair. His discoveries greatly benefited mankind. I'm thankful that the world had Einstein. [Dedicated to Albert Einstein (1879-1955) who died on April 18, 1955.]
~A Wooden Cross~ South of Lafayette on interstate 65 I saw a wooden cross. The roadside monument, weathered and grey, was a tribute to a loved one who lost his life in a car crash. At 70 mph I only saw it for an instant, yet it was time enough to see the cowboy hat that proudly perched on the weathered wooden cross. I didn't know the cowboy nor his wife. I didn't attend the funeral. But for just an instant I felt both the sorrow and the love that poured from the weathered wooden cross with cowboy hat on interstate 65.
My long denied dreams Met with realism when Your love superseded all the miseries of life Oh ! My lover artist Paint your love with Your divine kiss ; the purest eternal bliss You heel my heart With your gentle art ! I am your sweetest muse Our thirst for each other Makes us go crazy ! the two extreme world Cannot deprive us our love ! So we are born with a common fate an unconditional love against the time I wish to spend my life in your great strong arms Far from the country life Deep into the rustic charms !
Everywhere I look, lightening And people merrymaking On their faces, happy curves Am breathing with cracking nerves I am a baba's girl He told me he loved me most Than anything else in the world To me he is my entire world I am in pain you are not here You always used to be my seer I miss you at all times When I feel you by my side My nights and days are filled with dread; nosey red Thousand times I cry; eyes are wet and tears dry I miss you baba You are mine Yours and only yours ... (Jia) - Fatima Hasan Zaidi
Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night **Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**
I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky "It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…"
How much hate can a terrorist create? Truck loads for those who decided my mate Deans fate The date 12th of the 10th 2002 Two ammonium nitrate bombs blew It was an attack by a pack of rats Murdering my mate on holiday with the Kingsley Cats Celebrating a grand final victory by partying in Bali Why did it have to be? Dam Abu Bakar Bashir, Amrozi and the rest of Jamal Islamia These cowards intentions were clear and severe To inflict fear on westerners and to kill Aussies just having a beer They want to plunder Unless they kill all of us there only gonna make us stronger the hatred can't go on any longer Those had no cause or any remorse for using force to fight their so called "holy wars" Which were said to be based on their religious souce At the same time breaking their religious laws No one should have a problem with any race colour or religion Only a problem with any murdering individual that are in them Weather it be Hindu, Muslim, Cathlic or Christen, black or white is no justification for a fight
BLESSED IS THE TOMB IN QUNU They return to me the wax Of the candle I gave; When I ask for the wick ''We bind our Nation with it'',they plead They return to me the shaft Of the kernel I gave; When I ask for the oil '' We heal our wounds with it'',they say They return to me the flesh Of Rolihlahla Mandela; When I ask for the soul ''We abide in its shadow'', they vow Tears now inhabit my eyes But all like bats they bow And on their kneels they roar; Blessed is the tomb in Qunu: Its wick binds our Nation Its oil heals our wounds Its soul our refuge.
When you're hurt inside, And there's no where to hide, And there's no one on your side, And it's killing your pride, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is chocking, The heavy words never spoken, The things that hurt you inside, When love has died, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is gone, From being alone, And it beats a solemn tone, When you're cold inside, It's only a short ride, Never take hate outside
I have the power to move desperation, I think about my ideas, And I move my mind to my own world of imagination, I use my powers to move people into a land of peace, I throw my mind on the paper, And my confidence in the pencil, As I control the negative mind with great thoughts, So blissful, I have the power to move depression, The power to flatten an emotional erruption, I use it to save an innocent life, I can kill an evil mind, As sharp as a knife, I have the power to move sorrow, And slap it with the joys of tommorow, I have the power to create happiness in mid air, I have the power to blind hate with trickery, I have the power to kill iniquity.
The Human,The Demon, And The Angel I'm the one who must stay I'm the one who must kill you I'm the one who must reverse time I am to die when the new moon is in range I am the one to be your executioner your taker of life I am to observer and to take note of everything and of every life Who are you to say I have no future I say what I please for I am the bringer of death I want to help I wish to free you I need to save you There is no more time for my life You never had a life to begin with She was free until you stole her very being I am the human who must die I am the demon who only wants her body for it kill I am the angel who will take her soul once her body is gone We are in one body We are in one mind We are three trapped by one bond These times are different then the last These times are different then when I was young These times are different then when the earth was made Oh how we let this control us Oh how we take our worlds and live for such granted Oh how we let who we are put fear in our hearts I leave this to you I leave this to you I leave this to you We have exceed We have flown We have drowned We have died We have lived We have made many wonders We have created a new life We have done evil deeds We have done good deeds We have but to wait for the one day We have but to wait for our freedom We have each other We have nothing but that We have nothing but each other and to wait We have to wait for freedom
------ In Preference - In - The Rendition of Sound ------ GOD Gave such a gift Of so many things' And by His Grace True abundance Can be found ------ I do surrender' to Thee With bended Knee He stand's by My side He comforts' me ----- He is the Messiah The King' to Me ------ I chose to live Live Out all of My Life In Eternity - Fore - That is My "Soul Desire" GF
MUM ... WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND REGRET FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO SO ****ING MUCH , THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER, I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE. THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU, NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING, I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST, ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE, ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW, THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM, TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE. ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM, ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE, HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND, AND LEAD THE WAY, FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE..... I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER..... DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW, DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE, HOW I WILL SURELY GROW. DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST, THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED, THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK, APART FROM ALL THE REST. DON'T COME AT ME WITH ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME, DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS, THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE. DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS, MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE, BUT I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY. ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS, I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE, JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY, AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE Mom you mean the world to me It's hard to live without you ,You were always by my side Through thick and thin you helped me
All has got the air to breathe,,the winds to chase. All has got distances to cover,,& destiny to discover. All has their wayz,,their trendz to live with……. Then why the winds are abstrusive,,, Then whyn"t you & me hold the concatenation,,, Then why are we always conniving against each other,,, Then why aren"t we congenial to each other……… Life has got an uncertain end,,so is the world,,, Hatred & conceit of you & me is just a worldly trait,,, Walking up before it"s so late is the best way to enjoy the light,, The hawks n eagles flying in the sky & the chicks dying at high,,, The wolf & fox eying at the deers & goats with the lions grazing the grasses…… The devil in the den has killed every hen,,with pen in his hand,,,, The ghosts of evil have now captured churches,mosques & temples,,,, The water in the river has vanished & now there are streams of blood flowing out,,,, The knights of night have chained the sun in their cage & now their"s only the black out……. They don"t feel abashed with the abomination because they are the knights of the dark & we"re the knights of light.. Pull those nerves away & respire white & green.. Close the doors of west & open the doors of east.. No more will u be abashed if u abandon the the evilz haunt.. The flock of wolves & dogs won"t pass by you if you don"t enrich the dead soul.. The life isn"t meant for hate & despair,but for cultivating white & greens all around.. Remove the weeds of evil from the yards of your soul & paint it with some white & green.. Stop the gamez on the red carpets,,& joggle on the soft & silky grasses.. From dawn to dusk there are ups & downs,,but their"z always the sky standing so tall… We"ve not lost it but we"ve got far away from it.. Wake up,,rise up & pull yours socks up & chase the winds of light & glory… No more will b the pain,no more will be the wars,,,, If we lead the way congenially…… Love the ways you are here & praise the lord here & there,, Stop pointing finger at others & give up the complex of inferiority that"z drowning you in the dark…. Their"z no god unless & untill you don"t accept him,& their won" t be discriminated,,,you won"t be ruled over if you don"T… There are a thousand wayz to the heavenz but only a single way to the hell… Cultivate the seeds of love , peace & respect,, & walk the streets with roses in your hands….& that"s what conceivably is the real conceit…! {{Live .....love. respect....peace....!!!}}
Jesus Paid The Sacrifice! Jesus sacrificed his life for you and me! So we can be with him for all eternity! His life for ours… a ransom was paid IN FULL, This is why I I love HIM so! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns, Enduring so much shame and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow! The pain inside his body, Began to grow! The nails placed in his feet and hands, The pain he went through is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! His life for ours… Is what he did trade! By Jim Pemberton
I didn't know you I never really talked to you But you created my sister You brought her to my family You were trying to be better You were trying to be better That's what hurts me the most That I didn't know you That I never really talked to you But you were trying And you are missed I thank you for being you For doing everything you did Even the mistakes Because you passed something on You made an impact My cousin you were My family you will always be I didn't know you We fought the last time I ever talked to you Then you were gone So young So sudden But I think of you and smile Because you were a good person You were someone to be missed I'm just sorry That I don't really have memories to look back at But I will always look back at you and smile Because I did know you We were family My cousin And the only memories I need is your face Your smile And I will always remember that And you are missed You were loved YOU ARE LOVED * RIP to my cousin that passed away 2 years ago. We miss you*
Can you feel? Can you feel the tremor? That rocks your world That shakes the cage Like a beast trapped outside A beast raging against the bars It lifts, it throws, it rages Can you feel it? And in the aftermath, You can hear the cooing, cajoling Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars And they croon and cluck like fretting hens Petting your bars and calling for you to reach out and take these strings Tie them where they cannot reach Deep within, where no one else goes And let these good people in, They preen and you shake your head Seeing the gleam in their eyes Oh so like the ape's Cooing, cajoling... cawing And oh, how you can feel it... But I'm here so hold on I'll sit by your bars, I'll sit by the door right beneath that lock that turns from within And I won't rage, or set the siren's call upon you I'll sit by your bars, and keep you company My friend; But Cold bars let through a breeze friend... Your sharp breath is not secreted away And with every breath you take Your lungs are profaned And you cannot hide Behind bars You cannot hide From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes My eyes that see too clear And you cannot hide from what I see What you can feel Pressing in, from us all So just let us in My friend, Let us in, for we will not be kept out Life does not surrender, life does not hold back Life seeps through Every crack, And be sure, there are cracks everywhere Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through, And you feel it don't you? That which you see deep in my eyes You feel it That feeling so clearly reflected When I look into your soul That fear alive in my eyes That rages within you, But don't fear a battle you have lost Do not fear the day you must face the world The world, friend, has never Turned its face from you And the rest of us: Well we are not so brave We are not iron bars moulded to flesh That fear you see is real And it is ours all But we cannot hide From what burns within And I will not die Hiding from life And I will not cower when I tremble inside I will not rest in a cage when I am tired And I, friend, I am so tired Of living between bars.
SOUL MATE I came in the name of He who gave you breath. As certain as the emptiness of time, as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death, I came to stay. No holy water, no exorcist's demand, can quench your thirst; your need for all I am. I fill your head with things not meant to understand, I came to stay. I breath your name, tormented you may seem, and sleepless is your night, I fill your time. I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream, I came to stay. I came in the name of He who gives you death. I am the calm and blinding of the light. Forever part of you, I am your very breath. I came to stay. ...........© Ron Wilson
for fallen soldiers I watched the bad news on TV again... A young soldier came home in a coffin. He is someone's Son, Daughter, Grandson, Granddaughter, Brother, Sister, Friend, Husband, Wife, Father or Mother: who will never smile and hug his parents, who will never love and kiss his spouse, who will never enjoy and play with his kids, who will never laugh and talk with his friends, who will never wear his military uniform, who will never, ever be again around us... He, who gave his life, is an American Hero: an American Son or American Daughter. We will remember You, Soldier.
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you're pessimistic about my optimism.
To the family of Linda (may she RIP), I am a fellow poet on PoetrySoup.com. That is where I had met Linda. She was a great inspiration to me as a fledgling poet. In December 2012 I ran a contest on PoetrySoup.com, using my newly created poetry form, Suzette Prime, as the subject of the contest. Linda's poem was one of the first place winners. I have published a number of poetry volumes and am currently compiling a book dedicated to Suzette Prime poetry. I, hereby, respectfully request your permission to include Linda's poem in this volume, to be featured together with the other first place winners. If you so wish, I could use her full name: Linda-Marie Bariana. SWEET TASTE OF LOVE In memory of Linda-marie Sweet-heart sweet taste of true love is divine essence sprinkled from heavenly skyline by angels thin line severs love hate resonates heart dagger thrusts --- love conquers life if hearts remain faithfully as the golden arch shatters dreams caged in death © 2012 Linda-marie Bariana
Arguing with one another Texting back and forth Owen drives in the blizzard Kurt is at home Kurt sends Owen another message "why did you tell them about me doing drugs?" "that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too" "shouldnt i be the one to tell them?" Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him He loses control of the wheel driving into a field Kurt recieves a message from Owen "Im sorry I..." The message was never finished The car slamming into a tree The tree branch breaks through the window Thrashing into Owens stomach As Owens head slams back and forth The car is left smoking Kurt knows something is wrong but leaves things be 50 Minutes Later...." Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police "Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?" "Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital" She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on. She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son Owen was life flighted to the hospital The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car They finally make it to the hospital The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?" She cries "yes, where is my son?" Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.." The Dr. explains to the mother "Owen didnt make it" She sits in sadness Numbness She cannot breathe Kurt runs after the Dr. "this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry. Just the night before him and his brother Were playing guitar hero together Remembering the last moment The arguing The reqruet Kurt is now feeling "Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011" To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i have caused. I love you.
He did not hear life's sweeter callings, he saw dark He did not hear his soul lost, no God to revere wanting, needing, hurting, hating no course left, rage not abating He did not hear The children cry for the angry son brought them death the children cry their was no time for long good bye's twenty babies, he took their breath his mother, teacher with the rest the children cry They are left now as the bells of Christmas toll on they are left now in homes and churches they bow crowds kneel to pray by Christ's manger His compassion comforts strangers They are left now *Today in Newtown CT. 20 elementary children and 6 members of the teaching staff were shot to death.
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
Holy be ? You desire this of me… Is this possible am I able ? Consecration, dedication towards the goal ! Ultimate sanctification for any soul… Purity, virtue and piety… Just some names of a few, Made brand new. Written by: William Arthur Tell 1Pe 1:16 Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
She smiled at me With a somewhat semblance of beauty And with a glare in her eyes She knows more, she knows my next moves Snow white wants you near Snow white wants your hear Snow white loves your fears Snow white comes for you L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison Snow white wants you near Snow white wants your hear Snow white loves your fears Snow white comes for you L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison Bathe in the blood of virgins I'm calling for you Name your despair I'm sure I'll give you worse Snow white wants you near Snow white wants your hear Snow white loves your fears Snow white comes for you L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison Snow white wants you near Snow white wants your hear Snow white loves your fears Snow white comes for you L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison
Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause Blind be the dead denying Natures laws
Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we've become their prey They say you're addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? "My Decadence was just for you Though you'd never care what I've been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What's Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone" I call your name towards nightfall's reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden's heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone?
It's time. The two times before Were tests To see if she could Identify the moment When she should leave. It's time. The words Buzzed in her head Over and over As she tucked the last items In the bag she had prepard. A bag similar to the one An expectant mother would have ready, But she would never Need that particular bag, He made sure of that. It's time. It was 10am, He had been gone The better part of three hours. The longest three hours of her life. She waited patiently, Just in case he came home For some forgotten tool or document. It's time. She slipped out the back door And scaled two neighbours' fences Before entering the street. With her hat pulled down low She made her way to the bus station. It was time to leave town. It's time. She bought a ticket to California, Los Angeles to be specific. She would become a lost angel In the city of angels. It's time. As she waited for the bus, She heard a car shrieking To a stop outside. She shrank into her seat, But it was for nought, As cruel hands Pulled her from her seat. It's time. First came a slap, Then another, And by the time the ticket agent Came out to pull him away from her He was punching her. It's time. He shrugged off the agent And ran to her, But by that time She had pulled out Her grandpappy's Smith & Wesson, And with shaking hands She lodged a bullet In his heart. It's time. The gun was a present From her momma, And from the day she got it She practiced on old toys Behind the abandoned toy factory. She practice until it was time. Today, the time came And it tuly was time. It's time For her abusive husband to die.
We Shared a love no one could know We had a bond no Blade could cut we had a friendship no hatred could penetrate but we never were together I was given so many chances to Prove my love to make you mine But death seperated us now I have no chance but if you listen now from high in heaven know I care and I will never forget what could have been* Not my best but Just a Ode to my good friend Kara R.I.P
HUMAN BEINGS MAN...don't tell me it was necessary! Couple hundred thousand people obliterated in a few seconds is beyond the realms of scary. Truman you musta' been sniffin' glue man...you know you didn't need to do it. I can hear ya' today giving the A-ok to the Enola Gay, "Kill 'em all...men screw it!" And not only did you pull it once, but you saw the need to do it twice. It wasn't like the "Little Boy" you deployed landed in a field of rice No sir, ya' went and sent the "Fat Man" to devastate the city of Nagasaki even faster! Just three days after the blaze reeking disaster plaster casting Hiroshima in disaster! Now before ya' good old boys start raisin' yir' voice about December Seven! Ramblin' off at the mouth racist claims and who is or isn't gonna be in heaven. Half a century to think about whether or not two wrongs makes a right. and ya' still can't see the sin in bringin' NUKES instead puttin' two dukes up in the fight? Are you kidding me? Someone please tell me the rationale in evaporating innocent women and babies. when the question arises of taking harmless family's lives....the answer is NO...no IFS, ANDS, or MAYBES!
Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra
Mother, as I last view your pale and fragile frame I envisioned the chariot that will carry you to heaven... It will be of silver and gold steadily rumbling through a tunnel at first dark with the end in sight an unwavering beckoning beacon of light... Soon you will be standing on a hill with a new body below you fertile land light and airy beautiful colored clouds behold your palace! A mansion with many rooms towers high and proud as it laps the sea each wave blue as can be! When you enter your palace mother you're in a place free of sin say hello to all our loved ones as you enter the Kingdom of Heaven.. ~ ~
The old steam engine chugged trying to reach the top, Slowly it inched as the pressure valves were about to pop. Just a few more feet and it would start its journey down, And it would then be up to the brakeman to keep them from over shooting the town. Well it made the top and started picking up speed, And they slowed down the shoveling of the coal, cause there wasn't much need. You could hear those brakes a squealing as they tightened the wheel, They had to get her slowed down fore the next curve or they'd all take a spill. About that time dead ahead on those tracks, Another train was a coming, a clickety, clack. The old engineer was a blowing on his whistle, whoo, whoo, but to no avail, For twas a runaway train, with an engine from hell. A hundred thousand tons of steel, slamming together, makes an awful loud noise, An on that curve took the lives of that crew, all mighty fine boys. They had no place to jump, so they had to make this final ride, And as the news gave way their womenfolk cried.
Untitled 5 (My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now) My uncle doesn't speak much about Vietnam or the stuff he witnessed when he was just a boy. See, he likes to drive the back roads fast and honk at random cars that pass. His friendly gestures always lead to how he grew up compared to kids now. Jumping and racing trains on the tracks became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back. The marshes and dirt valleys here became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. Last year, my sister donned his jacket a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. In color and memory darkened, kept out of sight for fear it would harken the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. He saw his brothers, young like him to Vietnam succumb while on American soil and he promised he would never speak, for fear his stomach would coil, when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys. And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed. When he speaks a calm "Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam or if he knows that I admire his strength and bravery and how he continually fights against the "Apocalypse Now".
Let your fate take root On hard rock, tangle and bury Before the coming storm. and before the coming of the storm amidst a garden of your crafting Beliefs and memories planted and like seeds watered Take root amidst your cherished greens Take hand in hand your memoir and brace with rooted tangled feat -mangled, The coming storm Come to wash away come to whisk away; This is a magical storm something fantastical like myth was born from your hands, as you shake them left to right and wrestle from them seeds trample on your well-trodden soil and in waves bead your sweaty water shelter little sprouting take shelter in his shadow, Did you nurture your garden? like I have nurtured mine mine, lush with little ideas lush with my graceful evasion of duties unwatered moments hoarded lush with little trees, that in my shadow do not grow, and their little fruits, so sour born Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree posies tangled on mangled fields bounties of fruit, in your mangroves children of our labor all alike stand before the storm, Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues and bubbling forth Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch Come to reap the song and sun: and it is in this shadow they finally grow and gnarled hand takes my own -I will not rot away on my own I stand before my fated choices and together our bonds new, old and gnarled stand firm these moment's beliefs and creations children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both eyes cast out and tears exhumed before the coming storm Our legs take root in our garden soil and we cling to what we know we hold to what knows us but the storm is just so grand and our roots are just so shallow.
She left this world much the way she came in, still kicking and screaming and conceived in sin.
Who is Sam bacile? Sam Bacile, who claims to be Israeli Jew and says he made it on a $5 million budget raised from 100 Jewish donors. The film supposedly screened once in July at an empty Los Angeles theater, and it was not until a trailer, dubbed in Arabic, began circulating online that it caused stirred any anger. Americans I hope you open your eyes Israel Controls America .... Why Obama didn't say we are sorry for doing that awful act? Why he didn't say we should prevent such film like that from showing and on (11/9) What did they want from that....??? The root of the problem is what Sam bacile did...that is the main problem... Anyone who say bad things about the prophets of God (Moses,Jesus,Mohammed) may peace be upon them or make fun of them...Should be punished by laws of Allah.
She's gone to that great Banqueting Hall To her Mansion in the sky: To sit with Jesus the King of kings and all the hosts on high. The pain and agony all have gone; Peace has settled in! She's looking down on all of you with a happy, contented grin. She suffered much in those last days, Oh, what a time she had. Knowing you were all at hand kept her from going mad. She's happy now in that great place, a place that's very rare: She hopes some day to meet you soon, on the golden stairs. "Be happy now, my dear friends, Be happy, be at peace: I've experienced something quite unique! It has brought me sweet release."
BLOOD OF GERONIMO Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer child of your Bedonkohe blood and line. I raise my hands to recognize you there and plea you recognize this heart of mine. I know you welcome all into your light And let my way, as through this death I go, Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right As certain as blood of Geronimo. Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past? And does this not bring us our only choice To bide amongst the tribe from out our past? To gather in your light, and raise one voice Of this, our song, our voices unified And handed down through time, where we have cried. ...............© Ron Wilson Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?
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When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone, I wake up in the morning so far away from home. When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost, I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost. So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can. Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands, my magnolias crying in the rain. Wish I could catch the drops that fall. Instead I remain so far away from home. When I'm crying out for life, I'll hold my dreams I have in store. Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door. And though I'll pay the price, because I've sacrificed. Soon I'll return again one day, under Louisiana blue sky, just so I could hold my, magnolias crying in the rain. Wish I could catch the drops that fall, but instead I remain far away from home. You gave me your hand to hold. You kept me warm when I was cold. So when my dreams unfold, I'll be back to hold, my magnolias crying in the rain, so I can catch the drops that fall, and no longer remain, so far away from home.
You could've talked to me You could've said anything. You could've whispered. You could stand outside yourself and yell down the barrel of my gun, and I wouldn't blink. You can sing your favorite song over and over, or receipt your favorite movie quote. You could make gurgling noises with your throat. You could've leaned on me, when your knees were buckled and your sleep was distant. You could've breathed on me, when you were feeling behind and no one looked you in your eyes. You could've talked to me, when your whispers were sobs, and no one seemed to care. I would've, I could've, I should've been there.
Don't weep for the loss I've merely swept across Know that I am here Always will I be near In the way you walk And the way you talk Thru your words of strife To guide you thru this life In your beautiful stare All the elements in the air Running thru your veins And whatever shall remain Presenting thru your smile And every lonesome mile With every beat of your heart You'll feel we're not apart With every warming breeze And the swaying of the trees Thru your precious laughter And every moment thereafter In those mesmerizing eyes Your mother is still alive In each and every thought Enacting what I've taught Thru the precious moments And every single torment Thru every scent you intake And each and every mistake Your mother has not died In your hearts where I reside
Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.
Early this morning as i lay still sleeping, A vision before me played quite clearly. I heard these words ring out so clear, As I saw a child,small and dear Gently climb upon the statue of a slodier Who had fallen while away at war. He wrapped his arms around it's neck. His tiny tears began to fall down his tiny cheeks. That was when these words began to fill my heart. Fallen soldier I climb upon you today, I do not wish to bring to you disgrace, You could have been my Father, my Brother, my uncle, my son. You may have been my Mother,my sister, my aunt,or my daughter. You may have been my Grandpa,My Grandma, my cousin,my friend. I climbed upon you just to give to a hug. I do not mean to bring to you disgrace, I climbed up here to say I love you anyway, Although you died before I could love you. The tears rolled down his face, You could see the love in his embrace. When I awoke, my cheeks were wet From where my tears had fallen while still I slept. As I write these words that lie deep within my heart, I could not help but to think and feel just what to me they said. Just how many out there can feel the hurt within their heart When they look up and say, "Soldier you died before I loved you OH! so very far away, But I love you anyway."
I never got to touch your face I hid a faded smile my 3 Angels were placed to comfort me a while I never got to feel you grow or become a rising star I pray that you will never know of this hidden scar I never said the word hello as I welcomed you to life the only word I was allowed was the saddest word goodbye I never got to see you grin or hear you laugh out loud I never got to tuck you in or watch you sleep so sound I never said the word hello as I welcomed you to life the only word I was allowed was the saddest word goodbye just as the years go by rain will come and go but ill always hold you inside i just wanted you to know I never said the word hello as I welcomed you to life the only word I was allowed was the saddest word goodbye
I see the family gathered around and my heart is there with you. As I see your faces I know that you are sad. I was blessed as an only child with a family such as you. It was a joy to be your mother. There were many things I did to care for you as you were growing up. All these things I did were done out of love. I loved your father with a love that was unconditional, and his love for me carried me throughout the tough times in our lives together. I hope that this love is something that I've left behind for all of you to share. Someday Dad and I shall be together again. I can see your pain and I feel your sadness. Please don't cry because I'm gone. I will be with all of you in your memories. We will all be together again someday and we will all rejoice together. Though I've left this world behind I've taken a part of it with me… Your pains and sorrows will heal with time and your lives will continue. Remember me with love in your hearts and be happy when I'm on your minds. I'll be waiting with anticipation to see each one of you again. Until that time, remember, I'll be before our Lord every day, interceding for you so that my prayers I had on earth will be answered here in Heaven. Please don't cry, because I'm gone. Just remember that I'm with the one who created me. There is no greater peace than to be with the one who can do all things and can do them right. As I left this world and went to be with the Lord, there were people there I hadn't seen for many years. They were here with open arms to greet me and the joy I felt was so wonderful. It was like another family reunion. Please be at peace as you travel the road home and know that I'll be here with open arms to greet you as you enter into the presence of the Lord. Please don't cry because I'm gone.
N ever again will the Tribes of Israel be the sacrificial lamb of man. A nnealed in furnaces of man, not in Olam HaEmet by the Almighty in "the World of Truth." Z ealots rose from the ashes of the ovens and now defend like Sicarii of old. I srael blooms and grows in the desert, returned by Allied Forces to the cauldron. H ome to the Holy Land, they were sent, shipped, caste surrounded by Arab foe, isolated. O vens melted their hearts, striped their forms for their souls held no intrinsic value. L ampshades and shoes were made from their skin, jewelry from the gold in their teeth. O rders given by The Third Reich were obeyed without conscious. The herd was culled. C hrist-killer the Christian mind said, devil worshiper, their deaths were acceptable. A nti-Semitism always has been and always will be a threat to Jews everywhere. U nited, Jews must form a majority population in Israel so Jews everywhere feel safe. S anctuary will never again being denied Israel will be safe haven from religious persecution. T o a future where all men have intrinsic worth regardless of race, creed or religion, pray.
The train comes through each night here Six and eight and nine o' clock With a horn so loud we're accustomed now To pausing when we talk A stroke of horrid luck Has turned these tracks dark red before And the conductors' hands still tremble And in their heads the breaks still roar And every single dismembered figure Made the first responders cry But they were not all an accident Some went to the tracks to die Like the weary man with lung cancer Who didn't want to drown Like the aids patient who found the strength To lay his wasted body down Like the girl who fought leukemia And was losing all too slowly She left her wheel-chair at the park And prayed to God the train was rolling It's from the morphine legislation With only rights to pull the plug When hope is gone the pain goes on Regardless of the drugs It's true we have the right to live And we can fight to stay alive But it's not over till it's over Cause we don't have the right to die By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
------------ The Lord is Poetry He is Poetry to Me In a enameled and Amazing way, ------ He is the voice of Eternity He is here to-day ------ He come's here to-day' - To - Write down name's Making sure not to Duplicate the same Fore there is only One Soul to one name Even though they may Posses' the same surname ------ And to each one Spirit With only one Heart That which be-sets' Them apart.... Fore the Human Heart Is some-thing special They determine where The Melding will start ------- He writes' the name's Of people in Life Whom hath toiled and Endured the stench and strife In order that He may assured them The amenities' of ever abundant life ------ Then there is of course those Who have been there And has to meet the " CUT ' Twice...... GF
I am what you call a hopeless romantic, But im also a lost lovers cause, my heart belongs to another Yet in my head a love triangle starts to form, the girl I love doesn't love me She holds the heart to another and mine caged to the floor, She isn't afraid to fight for what she wants, not even when it comes to leaving another man torn Trust me she's happy, as that boy holds her heart ever so close Seeing what I shouldn't I smile as I wear my blind fold, Blind to everything around, lifeless staring into air My train of thought running so fast, the second I stop you'll hear a crash Derailing my hope, for ever finding a love so pure & rare Wishing I could hold the hand of the lover who stole my flame, Wish I could change the last days in which we parted ways, Realizing now that we can never be the same Finally saying it out loud as tears run down my face You stole my happiness, as I walked away that day But it's because as of what you said I guessed I changed, Now every relationship has just be the same, No one can seem to bring back that flame, Because a love likes ours comes once in a lifetime Well at least it does to me, But I mean you're happy with who your with I mean I only wrote this as I heard exchanging "I love you" flow from each of your lips.
When I see the eyes ...tear Of somebody I could never ...bear To forget about it and move on While others happy and ...cheered That principle in me is ...rare I have looked into the eyes of ...fear And made them tears...Who dare!!! A good way to say: "An eye for an eye"
A Resolution for This Time (Based on Eccl. 3:1-15) ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I long to see the beauty of my time Hear music from eternal bells that chime Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever Look toward heaven that last forever I'll grasp my part in each life occasion Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion Accept God's design for each life season Submit that I need not know His reason I will celebrate life so wondrous born Understand that death is not always scorn Propagate goodness and wholeness in life And uproot that which causes pain and strife I'll concede it's sometimes proper to kill But until convinced I'll promote goodwill Useless things I will tear down and destroy Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn Together find God's healing as we mourn Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance I'll speak with passion, let pieces scatter Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug When acceptable, open arms and hug For things of value I'll search at great cost When searching is exhausted count it lost When usefulness has ended, throw away But don't allow important things to stray Now is the time to tear some things apart Then with care I'll mend and make a new start Learn the lesson that silence is golden Of words fitly said men are beholden I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust Teach that kindness and fairness are a must In war, anger and malice find release But I'll use my voice to encourage peace Yesteryear's events once again will be To measure their success we wait and see God's deeds are good, lasting and without flaw Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
The killer beast in me There's a potent killer beast that lives in me, That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can't see. It came to existence through reckless pleasures, Now this life is lived to certain measures. This killer within has made me weak And for many years afraid to speak It eats my flesh and leaves me bones One day my chest will be packed with stones Show mercy upon us beast don't let us mourn Forgive our children and the newly born That you have made orphans in the care of poverty And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy And through you I feel like I'm a shame You've made me anger that passes blame You've turned us human like you a beast Were we rape and murder like it's a feast? But today we've learnt to know you better And with positive thought we'll cure the matter Cause together as one we will stand To fight against your upper hand We've given you the honour for far to long And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song Cause all you are is just a horrible beast But triumph will come and we will feast.
Young and innocent they went to school Expecting to learn and play Never in anyones wildest of dreams Did we expect that day For a rain of tears to shell them From one lost deep to sin But heavenly hosts came down for them Releasing them from him The devil he did have his day But God in end dost win For noubt will be lost but these young lives Will not be gone in vain The laws of the land will change in ways For it must not happen again Those who reign must stand on this Take stance and make a difference No one should be able to take a life With intent nor mindless innocence For even when with madmans mind You cannot be left to mingle How can you be able to walk in shop Purchase guns and not be liable Actions speak far louder than words And if we let just one slip through Without accounting for their sin It might well be me or you For on anyone these bullets Might be named to fall upon So make a difference – make a change Add your name – petition The whole wide world mourns in shame An Amnesty is long past needed Write your letters – use your vote Act now while it is fresh And pray for the souls of all those lost That each by the Lord be blessed Also for those who've lived through this That they might find a way To find the strength and courage To step out further each day
Inching from the cradled arms, Careful not to wake the boy, The knight begins his watch His sword and shield deployed. The defender of dreams, And protector of the mind. He shall show no mercy For nightmares he may find. The battlefield in darkness, He waits at the gates of Hell, For any beast emerge, Will hear the ringing knell. But morning shows its face, And the gates below are closed. The boy arises safe With his teddy bear to hold.
Like a thunderbolt from mystery well With full consciousness of Nature As planned and re planned Behold! A shoot of SOMETHING Arose from the well base. The thing was woken into consciousness But hardly did it discover But guided by the Supreme Intelligence And thoughts; and experiences There arose the feeling of Being. But to what purpose does this make? I never bargained for this sojourn Neither do I not know it much I'm lost at perfect insight; Be it the past, present and future. However, I accept the reality of the frightening moments. But as I forge ahead daily, It dawns that life is only a drama of many parts. Man was born crying He lives in chains; and, dies in pains. His toils are all in vanity Sickness is the order of the day. And, penury is worst. Exploitations and vexations hover the sky Sense pleasure is the deity of the age And troubles, either bargained or not This place, truly an open oven, And a prison yard. Thus happiness is only a rare visitor in this general drama of pain. However, life is sometimes a worthy challenge It is a school to learn and unlearn Is a student ever comfortable? But he faces opportunities And in the exercise of freewill Make bold to say at epitaph It was a worthy challenge.
Reality , insane human mentality The strongest lives , no descent morality That's half part of a world Where people is falling , not from gravity Now it's about time to remove that bad tooth cavity
My Angel Here she lies The wise lady With the blue eyes My dearest wife May she rise to Heaven To touch an angel As fair as those She has touched On this stained earth For she left me A happy man, Her loving and Devoted Husband May the Cherubs sing And the trumpets Sound when she Makes her entrance Into her celestial New home.
After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again I'll See your face again I swear it No matter how far away they take you from me Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid Death is a Dream The Cross Will Be lighter Whisper the words so sacred, so somber After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone What Happened here must be true I must live this life without you Breaking the Silence She began to Weep The Epitaph ceasing to know We all must Return To Dust After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock Of argentine fears swallow the last soul Goodnight black rose of eternity Goodnight dearest gothic phantom Tonight The Earth consumes me **Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**
In a room filled with a solitary red hue The bourgeois spins a wheel With no destination, nor need She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice But she does not see - the rien I see The monster approaching her empty dreams Spinning still - she does not know The insomniac rose will begin to grow The thorn of clandestine and ebony Ostracized for he began to realize What lies in nonsense is decadence Which sparks interest Who's lover is a dadaist But his story is over now As Seth lead the way A poet dies in dismay The thorn as she spun penetrated A distraction and a lack of action She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation Of crass, rebellious - ways The thought laid it's seed In her Gaulish mind it breeds She has no other need and no regrets So she proceeds and the smile lets With full intention and desire Caring none of her fate that will transpire She presses her finger on the thorn So now she bleeds knowingly she did not recede
Days go past us, as do winds of season, But never the days and years That get stuck in some ear and age, That engulf us like mirages in a desert. One such mirage in my life is of my Dad, Always before me, waiting for me; Yet I never reach in time to be near; So near to me, yet so far away. Never did he forsake me, in life, Never for moment, never for a day; Always beside me in my hours of need — A dear friend, a true companion, a great dad. He suggested the best books to me, But never pushed them into my hands; A mere suggestion about the inputs — The next thing I know, I have my hands full. He sang tunes soothing, melodious, But never forced me to listen to any songs; A mere suggestion about the notes — My passion for music was born! His acquaintances, colleagues, all friends; Value of friends in life is priceless; A friend is a cool morning breeze, Surround life with friends, my list's endless. Never fear life's rollercoaster ride; No problem is without a solution: Life is too short to fret and fear; And so, I tried, yet fear engulfed me. He came back into my life in many forms, Beating death; guided me with many a face: As friends, notes of music, verses from books — He never left me and my life, my Dad.
At night I like to look to the sky and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David all showed me something, how can I repay them? My heros whos lives, troubled like mine yet never once did they ever fail to shine even as they thought they mattered not I noticed the love for the life through they fought every time they woke from the bed until one by one, my heros, fell dead When I remember, even though, ago long, I look to the heavens, and sing them a song. I feel them smile, and clap for another I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers who pulled me out of the hole in my head and gave me the strength to carry the dead into my concert, a symphonic life for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.
A light given A soul received Helping others find life in Christ While some stole his in need Behind leaving a family Who's soul doesn't understand In the mist of all this trouble Tries hard to seek Gods hand Here lies a man not yet thirty Departed by one confused and dirty Oh God, help us show the love you give Regardless of her murdering motive Today you dwell with Him in Glory While we sit, reminiscing your life's story The Lord gives and He'll take away But must You've taken him today Now weary and distraught Eyes like body, bloodshot Reminding everyone what we're taught This is the only life you've got
Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013) Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. 'horrific', 'repulsed', 'brutally raped', 'shocked', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die, in the dirt, at a construction site in Bredasdorp. Anene was raped, savagely mutilated, Her 17 year old body tossed aside, by the hands of men. Men, always men, cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men. 'Beastly', 'perverted', 'twisted', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, who now lies cold and dead. How many Anene Booysens will it take, for us, society, families, people, human-beings, and, men, especially men, to excise the ghastly menace, of the heinous capacity that resides, within men, always men, to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder. 'Brutalise', 'murder', 'rape', do these words mean anything, to anyone, anymore. Not to Anene Booysen, murdered at 17, brutally raped and left, to die, in the dirt, at a construction site, in Bredasdorp. Anene Booysen (1996 – 2013) * – Hamba Kahle – "Farewell, Travel Well" in Zulu ** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa
listen people silent and children crying out upon this home front we bravely defend our men out there constantly dieing hoping for revenge upon those who smote the stares and stripes open blaze America spirit pure and bright against shallow shores we must bear our souls to our enemy stand! listen, you all our country, glory and pride she needs us now stand and fight for it is always death! before dishonor shhhh...listen hear the drummer boy's call? quick! men, gather your women and children say goodbye for fight, we must do straight ahead for the fires of hell our enemy has shamed us out of nowhere we will come bearing down upon them as a force of one bring pity to the fool who has rattled the wrong cage chase him across the ocean so blue beat him until he is red and his world turns white let them hear out roars of barbaric victory defeated blood flows through the sea separate our forces and fly our flag high can you see our pride? don't retreat once we are there punch forward make their defenses bare make them suffer the consequences and have tattooed across their hide: death before dishonor that is the only rule an undefeated policy now come brave men of America fight for it has always been: death before dishonor
Another time and place we said 'I do', The word love meant forever you and me, Eternal destiny came into view, Only in my arms could you ever be, Only in your kiss could I fly so free. A promise made and shared throughout all time, Yet we knew the coming of pain and strife, And all too soon another ritual rhyme, My pathway home is the journey of life, Until the day I see my darling wife. Form: English Quintains
Under a free sky, today on a beach in Australia I gathered from the white sand beach ancient, sea- worn shells. Another world away they gathered up the siege-worn bodies of their children As I rinsed my weathered treasures in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents, lowering them into early graves All around me freedom shimmered while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears that shone on white, shocked cheeks I felt the sun, warm on my skin while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them I think I know how precious freedom is They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams with children they would have died for In the face of such callous cruelty we feel just as helpless Gulls hover above me like thoughts They go out to them - on freedom's wings Suzanne Delaney
We fall down, spit, fight get ready for battle. Almost like it's mandatory- oh but that wouldn't be story. It'd ruin the plans, lose all the fans, take a way that unique quality, of taking pride, giving hope- hope that lasts, continually holds respect, faith. But that's already gone. Deleted, erased, punctured- to the point it's hiding, ready to pounce like those raging cheetahs- ready to snatch, anything in sight, there will be no fight, only blood. And though you see the fangs overhang the body, the body that just looks limp, un-animal. It reveals a sense of purity, serenity, and that sick twisted smirk painted onto the freckled body- runs. Like a coward before it's enemy- but there is no enemy- only species of the same, lurking patiently. And that's when the coward comes to life, afraid of its own kind, terrified at a look, judgment, movement. It's no longer the same species now it lies in the grass scope set on you 3-2-1 sniped.
As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest These winds that blow changes though, will steel The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust They not see the light of day hither wither Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek Plainly in view will be done son Sun To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns
Years ago, while I was at work You approached, and gave me that look. When our eyes met, on that first day I glanced at you, and looked away. My heart was pounding, oh so fast I never felt this, will it last? Papers I gave you, to fill out I explained, what they were about. A week went by, and you came back For those papers, you had lost track. I gave them to you, one more time I even showed you, where to sign. Then one night, we had met once more At the club, you stood by the door. We had a drink, and shared a dance You sure had me, from your first glance. In the morning, you came on by "Please come with me, but don't ask why". To the seawall, to watch the view Spending all day, just me and you. You treated me, just like a queen Someone like you, I've never seen. You gave your heart, I gave mine too To each other, our love was true. The time we spent, I hold so dear Where this was going, wasn't too clear. I loved you more, each day we spent I felt our love, was truly meant. You were my first, and only love Our fate was in, the man above. I had to leave, after a year One last kiss, but many a tear. "I'll come for you", I heard you say Please make it soon, for this I pray. Years had passed by, no word from you My heart was broke, what will I do? I never heard, you didn't come I just settled, I heard from some. I never loved, like I loved you For what I felt, I knew was true. I got your call, on one late night "You're in my heart, but out of sight." "I've wanted you, here in my life" "I just found out, you're someone's wife." You had told me, you held my heart I am with you, though we're apart. For we're meant, to be together Love like ours, will last forever. Then one day, I felt something wrong This eerie feeling, sure was strong. I called your mom, and we both cried When she told me, you had just died. Stomach cancer, is what you had Finding this out, I felt so sad. The night you called, it was goodbye You never said, you knew I'd cry. I'll always miss, the love we shared Knowing how much, you really cared. I must go on, and live my life For I'm a mom, and someone's wife. In your life, when you find true love Make sure to thank, the man above. Someday we'll meet, at heaven's gate I know that you, will always wait.
I miss watching my Luck man run, Sweat glistening in the morning sun; The smell of leather in the frigid air, Tossing his head without a care; The soft sounds of the stable yard, The only place I let down my guard; Telling secrets to my horse, Just letting nature take it's course; The confidence he gave to me, My Lucky boy, my trusty steed; He leant me courage I never had, He was always there, through good or bad; My shoulder to lean on, by best friend, He was there for me up to the end.
As soon as I could feel you move I knew that you could dance We labored for a name for you The distinction wasn't by chance We bought you toys to fill your days We bought you clothes and planned your room We read you books and sang you songs While you were still within my womb Then cursed fates were meant to be Your fluid home was washed away And even though we wept and prayed You were born to us that day Heavens angels awaited you You came into our world Dancing to a tune only you could hear My love for you unfurled We named you Aiden Carter Spitfire was your name You fought a battle brave and true But you lost it just the same. You await us on the other side A shoreline too far for us to see Departed family holds you safe Until our souls are also free Dedicated to my son and daughter-in-law
I sailed in winds as I was born As you teach me One piece in all in peace In breeze capturing your soul Red pines staring hosting many stones Missed your light how its sounds
I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.
Standing facing you As you face me The words fall out of your mouth I see them float to my ears I read them as they fly by me Leaving me Just like you are You turn to me And you shot me Telling me to dig the bullet Out of my heart I reach inside my heart As it crumbles apart Into a million pieces As i try to pick up all the pieces I realize some are missing And were neverto be found I see myself Holding the bullet As im standing next to you Holding up a fake smile Things havent changed Because We were meant to be Even tho you left me I will be standing Beside you in time
Tears I shed for a boy I didn't know Connected with him through the Holy Spirit Society says men are not suppose to cry Yet God made me this way My tears spilled over to God's servant Pete A balm for his broken heart In that moment we were forever connected His pain and faith became mine I will treasure his gift He walks with Grace and Courage He carries his head high Not once losing sight of God's great love Scriptures stored in his heart have new meaning God is not a liar All of his promises have been kept I am left in awe of God's great Love Sadness has been transformed to light Light that will guide me down God's narrow path One day I will meet this unknown boy He will greet me at Heaven's Gate A place where all tears are washed away
The fox gnaws flaking muscle From speechless rabbit, cold In mind and body. Men shiver As bodies dry, spat from river. Rings of globes circle hands Of the thoughtless, so beaten From paths to be told of Him, Waiting until eyes grow dim. Walking among us is plague, Standing above us is but love, These winds will claw our youth While faith entraps this truth. Winter comes but we survive, Breath and bones, colonies thrive.
Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game
The love we shared had been wasted If the hearts are always different Until when should I last? Frustrations felt in my heart If ever we are still together Can never become one again Though there are remains of our love Just leave it to end up here There are no hopes anymore There are no dreams anymore Leave me alone without you There are no words that my love can say Never will I go back to you Let me keep all the memories we had Written in the presence of a friend, Fhaieye that is later slain by an unknown gunman after few days in the vicinity of their university in Zamboanga City.
dear daddy even though your gone from here I shall remember father's day has always been your favorite time so today I come and placed a rose at the foot of your grave- sites bedding and I even placed one for mama too In Loving Memory Daddy 1925-1981 Mama 1934-2005 {RIP}
Disperse the sun's most wicked rays. Exhale the vapor of the light. Fill the soft fringe with halo fine. Dampen the blackness of the night Stain pink as if the weakest blood has washed upon cobalt the skies, cry out in fear for at the dawn a cresting wave will sailor's ride. Belay, belay, the storm's intent. The rage incased with morbid fright. Assuage the rampant fretting sun "Ah, give me fair soft candle light." For in the morn there comes a gale and pon a widow's walk I'll wail.
~Earthquake~ (Swap Quatrain) It struck so hard and people died, Happened so quick,many are dead. The earth shook,took them all off guard. And people died,it struck so hard. Dredful picture,so much sorrow. People crying,suffering shows. Some lost it all and thats for sure. So much sorrow,dreadful picture. They need our aid and our prayers. 'Cause this pain is more than they bear. Tragedy takes toll and they bleed. Our prayers and our aid they need. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 January,15,2010 Author Notes: Dedication poem to the people of Haiti.
This is for Litany of Decay All hope tonight is just a void Th cure was lost so long ago But I still dream you will lie next to me Though you gave up on me so long ago I miss the way the pain made me forget I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery All hope tonight is just a void Th cure was lost so long ago But I still dream you will lie next to me Though you gave up on me so long ago I miss the way the pain made me forget I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery All hope tonight is just a void Th cure was lost so long ago But I still dream you will lie next to me Though you gave up on me so long ago I miss the way the pain made me forget I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery Your love was never meant for me Nothing I was when you met me Nothing I was when you left me Nothing I am as I destroy myself I must Live to face another day To sing this damned litany of decay My heart beckons for the grave But there is no escape So I sing this litany of decay Don't mind me as I fade Dance with me under the light of the moon And sing to about my doom Serenade me with an epitaph So I might feel what it's like to truly die I see your face, it takes all the pain away But you suddenly fade into the darkest of shade Your love was never meant for me Nothing I was when you met me Nothing I was when you left me Nothing I am as I destroy myself I must Live to face another day To sing this damned litany of decay My heart beckons for the grave But there is no escape So I sing this litany of decay Don't mind me as I fade Living is suffering Homicidal with you Suicidal without you I understand if you give up on me The burden will fall Today I might, today I may Set you free, from me Your love was never meant for me Nothing I was when you met me Nothing I was when you left me Nothing I am as I destroy myself I must Live to face another day To sing this damned litany of decay My heart beckons for the grave But there is no escape So I sing this litany of decay Don't mind me as I fade
You could be just a tri polite (Muttered Mario ), There is a deep meaning in this life/ Yet where does one go to when the storms abound ? Like to a crazy music store, Mere music to abound ! They don't really like you ! So shut your hole ! A roll of the dice down at the corner store, Tony was out in the back sleeping with a whore ! People these days don't even know/ Nor do they think they know, The whole concept of the role, Now shut your hole/ Vito was down at the bakery taking stock/ With a switch blade in hand and mop, See he's an over weight lover from another brother/ Type of home boy lover ! The freak was a shoe shine boy delivering flowers on the side/ Now he's working for Tony at this free kin two bit dive/ Yet thank God that the rest of his friends our still alive ! Now wash those dishes and shut your hole/ Forget about looking outside at the rise of the death toll !
Maverick Free Verse Contest Edgar allan poe The master of all horror He makes you think He makes you gasp He makes you worry He's the master of all Poetry The wizard of all Short stories That send chills down your spine After reading you look Over your shoulder Always watching For goblins and ghouls Threatening to haunt He can makes his readers Beileve in the impossible And imagine the extraordinary Go to the edges of the mind And get to your very core His readers are rained on With thought-provoking problems Horrific images of murders Broken hearts searching for The ones they lost He was troubled But a genius Weird But incrediably talented His writing unriveled No one could compete No one wanted to No one would dare to challenge him For they knew he would win There was no point All to soon he died Shrouded in mystery Envoloped by darkness Never seen again Completely gone crazy Perhaps he is living out His stories.... Walking among who he created Looking for his lost loves And a way to start a new life Among his creations! R.I.P. Edgar Allan Poe. You certainly were an amazing addition to american authors.
overwhelming thoughts with screams suffocating time as tears form the river of denial i drift deeper out of my mind grasping for air as i attempt to see what isn't there coveting words that cling onto my ability to care lacking self control i search for something, anything to grab scratching, biting, clawing my doorway to deaths cold slab songs that which i sing in memories of whispers and prayer beating to the seductive release of that which isn't fair i try and try to overcome this realities haunting sin i dig deeper and deeper throwing away my soul within twisting and turning seeping with silence sleeping and spinning weeping in violence learning to regret and never to forgive unable to accept it was me who lived
The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father's house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS I'll be the wind that blows your hair all of your days I will be there in summer breezes, winter's freeze I'll be the wind through all your trees. I'll be the raindrops on your face each drop that falls a warm embrace I'll be each sunset there will be and every star will shine of me. I'll be your time that comes and goes your morning toast and cheerios I'll be in all your candle flames and I'll be there at football games. I'll be the wind that blows your hair both here and there and everywhere if I must leave to be with you then leave I must and leave I do.
I see my breathe. Night has fell upon a frost. Gods' chill lye now on my shoulders. Alone yet not. Silence now before the icey rain. Surrender as my nervous teeth chatter. For the warmth of a home is all that is desired. My empty haven. But,I am filled with a heart that is full. Want nor wait. Arms now cover me like a blanket. Gust of wind has carried your unwaivered heart. Candles lit a way to find what is left. Merely an image of what once was. Break down into a sob. Remains frozen solid as climate has taken its' vengence. I suffer no more,weak body. Now only in spirit. Shall I rest.
Angel From a distance the sound of feathers A whole host of words often whispered As if you haven't already heard his saving message In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled From this lying bitter place of cold ego's Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak She then keeps silent from inside her swell; At its cold whispers haunting to dwell Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides Many a demon would so often run away & hide Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene A brandished web of forbidden design, For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene We our still here to help egnite its flame While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane Out on its playing field some have no game, When our generation dies so does the other, The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight
********A Continuation ********** I had blood toxic desease Which brought me to my knee's My body temperature was 103 or more That is why they qarantined me in And shut the hospital room door ------ I had blood parasites They did what they pleased They ate threw soft tissue Like a mouse eat cheese And produced deadly toxin And that was a big issue Toxoplasmosis Disease It spreaded with great ease ------ The Center for Disease Control paid Me a visit But my chances' for recovery Were slim It was too much for them The room was to be condemed ------- The chance for recovery Were some-how not expected It was over for me I was so deeply infected Needless to say Their would be no peace Nothing for a doctor What I needed was a Priest ----- Then I had that infamous Code Blue I also, had that long, long awaited Addison Attack too Their was nothing else that they Could do Who could live threw all of that The die has been cast My affect was black ------ With-out the help of the Lord Fore the Doctor's were threw It was pretty clear Their was nothing they could do ------ So, they called my mother And I died on the phone I had an CODE BLUE attack I then told Her That I will have to call You back And this is true I told her this before The conversation was threw ------ I did see demon's this time Their was no God that day They ask me to be with them I told them no-way So step away, I did say Maybe, not even that way ------ I only believed in GOD I craved to see the Light I was with him for The rest of the night And I recovered for then Only to die At another place Where I was born a new birth My new life began Again anew, on this Earth In the hand's of God It was a new birth I dedicated my life to the Lord ------ So, I am still here And this story still have life To my credit, I sent them away Yes, I am still here till judgement day Under the protection of the Lord And have been to this very day ------ The story didn't stop here But, their is just no way To explain this all today Your will just have to wait And see how this story is played Fore the Lord has been here On my mind All the time ------ He carried me to this very day He restored me to health Only to die another day In another place But, not by myself ------- As you will see That I died twice Yes, It happen again Soon, you will know the Rest of the story The how and the when GF
WIFE AND MOTHER Dearly Departed Sweetheart,and husband. Serious time I put in, when I said " I do "-I kept true to the vows, but not to myself. you have long been sick of me, and I hated I had to give up my "status" to be stuck with you. See people needed me when you hogged me up all for your self.Married me and gave me twelve children ..Before birth control. You never bettered my lot. I would wash, cook, clean-routine. Children and more children,without the pleasure of making them. Not even a kiss did I get, On/off -bun in the oven... I wanted to know "was that all there was"...and then death parted us. I never thought I would have another life, After your transition, I was living my life through two of our twelve Kids Now that you have left, and I still have life; I will be looking for the ecstasy...and getting advice on my new life from our babies. Coming out of the dungeon, I am not looking back in regret- nor am I sorrowful. I just wish that being your wife and being only for you,meant I'd be privy to your prowess.... or could have meant that YOU also be my pleasure. Agony without ecstasy is misery. I kept my vows and we are now parted. I am sorry that we could not share our marital bed n blissful harmony. Not even a kiss, "dearly departed husband"- You don't know what you've missed. I am a wildcat and just for the record, "You Didn't need that mistress".
I wished that your last moments were to be the best that you had saved for the last you were barely old but the gold in you kept streaming you liked to dress in suits like the gentleness that trailed before you it would take a miracle to see your smile fade but just as firm the monument so was the canon I watched dad neel besides you his feet afixed to the cemented floor the door to the room slightly opened my emty eyes creeping between the wooden fissures a mute cry, a melting ice you opened your mouth only that words had died long before I could tell it was a goodbye entangled within the 'g' sounds and I new that the time had come the concrete roofs couldn't keep off the angel of death who abreastly trailed unoticed I ran to your death bed and hugged you fulfiling your final wishes and I felt your skin cold - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11769296-grandpas-last-wish-by-kizocarson#sthash.ADHdXPT2.P1iZ3aj6.dpuf
Another son is dead, until five he lived. For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied "Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale", his mother cries. No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more My Kashmir burns. And no one knows. An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor's child She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries. In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl's come out dragging her feet. I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. Oh! God she is the one who was raped. Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight Midnight soldier's set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light. Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl's But its curfew again. No post office deliver's the message again. Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs. From the plains the visitors come to visit their God's They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart. They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord! When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood. Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio. Threads have given up at Dastegeer's place. Even they are horrified at our fate. In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams In a police gypsy. Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy. The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son's birthday. The winds from the cantonments bring their news Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads. The knife tearing up their flesh. And the boys cry, "We haven't batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing". Death wants children to be headlines Hunger has affected the heavens as well. Graves are full. No more space left. We need land of the plains. For our graves. In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother's with search full eyes Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears And he sips champagne.
I want to share a few, Fond memories of my dad, With an experience or two, Of the times together we had. He was a carpenter by trade, Just like Jesus used to be, But the full time job with mom he made, Was taking care of me. I remember things we did together, When I was five years old, My first fishing trip, buying my first heifer, And letting me ride a steer in a rodeo. Fixing a racecar up together was fun, It was for me to race someday, Even though it was work that was done, It seemed more like play. It was in April of 2001, When my dad helped me find a steer, I named him Blazer and he was the one, That I thought would bring a winning year. I looked forward to the pick up day to be, When my dad would be breaking in the steer, And it would be just dad and me, Because my mom, of that, she had a fear. Before he had a chance to break her in, He had a heart attack and had to rest, He told me that I'd have to step in, And just try to do my best. I was a little worried and not so sure, If I could even really do this stuff, And since it had always been my dad before, I waited for my dad to guide me when he had strength enough. My dad wanted to help me more but he was too sick, So I tried even harder this time around, And Blazer sure didn't like the show stick, But I finally got him to walk with me on the ground. And the time came that I knew then, Blazer would be ready for the Auction show, But my dad had another heart attack again, And I realized there was life lesson for me to know. The lesson that I have learned here, Is that sometimes we really do, Take for granted our family will always be there, But you never know when they won't be able to help you. As the brightest star in the sky, Reminds me of Nana, my dad's mother, There is now another bright star near by, For dad and the love we shared with each other. Written for Dustin 5/27/2003 Florence McMillian (Flo)
------ The Devil has a lot On His plate ------ Caught up in the Path of Destiny This is His fate ------ Tis where the Devil Can find Thee And He has never Been late The Lord has always' Been there for Me Make no mistake ------ Being the Angel of Death Thusly, Is His privy, Lord knows' that the Devil Will mark Eternality For-ever be.. ------ Fore it is not of His time Heaven is strictly meant For Me ------ Lord knows' that there is So much envy, With-in thee... Only for lost love and Eternality ----- For the Devil hath such An enemy Such that... He is beseeched of time ------ And finally He will kill Ye, In the midst Of indemnity Till the end of time GF
And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed I think of how peaceful she looks, In her death, all of her pain has been taken away The pain has been passed on to me, But I accept this suffering in all humility Knowing she suffered much worse and far more, Forever her pain is now a grander part of me Now life's worth just our memories, Everyday I relive them, our precious love story I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children, I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going Once I had thought I wouldn't last long, Would die the very second she was gone But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life, With the strength and courage to me, she passed on. Every night my love, when I go to sleep, I feel u lying next to me, And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm, As if u were there, holding my hand, And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand. I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave, After all, you promised me eternity And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive, The biggest blow God gave me, When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me.
A summoning I'm trying to forget. There's too much left between the ashes Life lingers far except with me My screams don't seem to reach you The warmth it surged right through my essence Mine is not the same as yours I want to feel me, can't you see me? It's never like it was before. Your voice echoes through me As I go through life this way I hope you're not watching me Fight this hopeless crusade. Smoke is drifting It reminds me of the fog Debris is lifting It reminds me that you're gone. I remember the infirmary Giving their apologies I'm crying from the outside I'm locked in from the inside I can't break free You're not coming back to me Your life is missing And now I'm alone I'm reminiscing My heart beats like a stone. These clouds just never seem to part There's not enough time to shield my soul It hurts just knowing your touch is gone Why can't it be just like before?
Walk in and there you are As a picture hanging upon the wall Speechless and not knowing what to say. Our eyes connected and memories came back again. With every memory a tear was cried And another piece of me died. I know you are better off living amongst the stars As an angel protecting us now. I can't help to think about all you sacrificed for a kid who was not yours. You taught me how to write my name and tie my shoes. You tucked me in at night and kissed my forehead before school. You were the chef of my world And you showed me how to be one too. I learned how to swim thanks to your kindness You invested time and energy into being a father to me. You took it upon yourself to teach me right from wrong And you were there to pick me up when I fell. I came first in your life And always knew I could come home anytime. You could have walked out on me at any point instead you rearranged your life and gave me a home. Sitting in the chair tonight is when I realized you were gone. Watching all the faces of sorrow and emptiness When a hand touched my shoulder and said, "Remember all the memories you get to keep." She walked off and a smile crossed my face our memories made me who I am today. There is no more calling to say hi Instead prayer is our only communication now. There is no more stopping by the house to see your smile. Now I have to look to the stars for that twinkle. Now a picture hangs on the wall surrounded in memories and years of love. ~RIP Matt 1-26-54-2-22-2013~
leaving at last one by one their final plane not yet having back their own name on Netherland's caring and respectful shoulders brought a bit closer by soul stirring soldiers forty(*) shiny black hearses crawl at a footpace lining up on a for the occasion reserved airbase driving on cleared Dutch highways and roads forty unidentified victims their heaviest loads finally heading home after such horrible days nation's crowds gather along endless highways showing and sharing silent grief and paying respect after that deadly sky high rocket impact the Dutch population is applauding with heartwarming faces whilst strongest most impressive comforting tranquility embraces (c) Elly Wouterse 07/23/2014 (*)This morning (07/24/2014) announced that today's convoy will be twice as long - 74 hearses will be on the - for them - cleared highways and roads .... and tomorrow... another motorcade of at least 70..............
im restricted with youre choices it makes me wanna cry im surrounded by voices that say, girl , why youre amaizing and u know it i dont have to say i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away he seems to control u no matter what u do its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end
"Never Forget" A brutal blow From a foe. Awoke a gentle giant. With hatred fused. Our planes were used Like daggers while they chanted. Hundreds of lives They stole that day. Of every religion and color. Awakened to war. On land ,sea, and shore. Defending Americas honor. Transforming the ruins into a ship. That will hunt them down and we'll "Never Forget" Maflongfellow USS New York It was built with 24 tons of scrap steel from the World Trade Center. It is the fifth in a new class of warship - designed for missions that include special operations against terrorists. It will carry a crew of 360 sailors and 700 combat-ready Marines to be delivered ashore by helicopters and assault craft. Steel from the World Trade Center was melted down in a foundry in Amite, LA to cast the ship's bow section. When it was poured into the molds on Sept 9, 2003, 'those big rough steelworkers treated it with total reverence,' recalled Navy Capt. Kevin Wensing, who was there. 'It was a spiritual moment for everybody there.' Junior Chavers, foundry operations manager, said that when the trade center steel first arrived, he touched it with his hand and the 'hair on my neck stood up.' 'It had a big meaning to it for all of us,' he said 'They knocked us down. They can't keep us down.We're going to be back.' The ship's motto? 'Never Forget' NEVER FORGET...!!! She will be arriving in NY harbor on Nov 1, 2009 and commissioned in the US Navy Nov. 7. If you are planning a trip to NY, you will be able to tour the ship during that week.
Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun
THE DEVIL'S THIEF Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate, to have no end, to be alone and wait, it was her love, acceptance came so fast she had no time to think it might not last, as he, the sailor left, she loved too late; He'd waited on the dock so long he grew to be inspired by something she won't do, 'twas just a recognizing love is there the reaching out for what is everywhere, but love for her was something all so new; the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship were heaved away, and thus began the trip, upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one, yet feared he not, his ship was let to run. their course away from where the moon would dip. She on the shore, he on the watch at three, both dreaming dreams not ever let to be but absence makes the heart more fonder yet, and out of sight means not they will forget; the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea; the gale that came and sank him to the reef, took from the shore the lady in her grief, and they were thus to marry, in the sea, united 'neath the waves, eternally, depriving love from time, the devil's thief.
I've made this trip 1000 times, For better or for worse, This wooden bench that wore my spine, Is where we had our first... This cupcake and a candle, Is the most that I could carry, To celebrate the life we spent, Everyday that we were married... In spirit you still have a home, To lay and rest your head, Although it feels like Im alone, I can feel you in my bed... Every picture has a deeper meaning, Than it ever did before, So I look for you in every dream, Until I cant cry anymore... And the candle left a year ago, Leaves me without a doubt, That when the wind decides to blow, It is you who blew it out...
Alexandria was a gallant knight, She used to sit at Arthur's Round Table. Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil As the Blue eyed hero of this fable. The young lady fell in love with Arthur, But unknowing, he married Guinevere. Alex's heart was hurt, but she stayed true, She battled alongside him without fear. Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight, Alex earned respect from her belov'd king, He never knew she was an armored girl. He only saw her long weapons in swing. On a dark and stormy night they set off, The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail; Alex as custom rode by Arthur's side. They searched through forest glades without avail. Finally they came across a large cave, Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair. Alex entered in front of the brigade, Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care. Down in the black unfathomable cave, At the farthest reaches a light appeared. Guided by instincts, they knew this was it, The home of the Holy Grail they revered. The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold, Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls. Together the comrades stood and puzzled. Which of these cups would bring about their falls? Would it be a goblet, made out of glass? Could something like The Cup be plainly wood? Arthur studied the many chalices. He thought he'd found it, no one understood. On a pillar was a gold glass, shining. Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room. Arthur was about to drink its liquid When Alex interfered and met her doom. Arthur's brave knight wanted to try it first, She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death; So she begged Arthur to let her test first, After drinking, she soon ran out of breath. Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter, She wasn't surprised that he'd chosen wrong. Alex knew that her love would bring her fall, So our hero bade a silent so long.
Even though your vessel has been taking away. Does not mean your memories will fade. Your smile, your laugh and your advice The way it felt when you would hold tight. Please don't shed a tear for me. I am no longer suffering. I am still your rock, I am still your strength I will always be holding your hand. On special occasions in this life that arise I will never leave your side. My love for you will be different this I know But now my love grows in your souls. When Ever you are lonely don't sit and cry Look to the stars in the darkened sky. I will be the brightest one shinning above. I am now your angel watching out. I will guide your journeys and will be the first to answer your prayers. I will protect you from this worlds misconceptions and lies I will push you down when you get over zealous at times. Even though my role in your lives has changed my love for you still grows with every passing day. We will see each other again someday And when that day arrives I'll be waiting on the other side. RIP my friend
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE les émotions My time flows like the Seine down to the sea except there is no ocean ending me and like a river I must keep emotions running ever deep, as I go on through my eternity. How long's omega into where I go? Much longer than the Seine will ever flow, and through the visions failing death that ends all things, in just a breath, and through the end of everything we know. I must not let my mind to come unfit, by dwelling on these things--not for a bit; no matter how bad things may seem to think on them, I'd have to scream not knowing how I'd come to live with it. And so I must forget where I have been, whom I have loved, and faces I have seen, and lay all friends to yesterday, for love of them would make my way more difficult, than if I wiped it clean. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
"There must be some kinda way to find out here" Said the seeker to the stealer "There's too much confusion I'm struggling to be the reveal" "Conglomerate men, they drink my wine Politicians dig my earth None will level on the line Because none of them are worth it" hey "There is reason to get excited" The seeker, he kindly spoke "There are many here among us Who feel our governments a joke" "Now you and I, we've lived through this And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late", hey Hey All along the watchtower Liars kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance The C.I.A. did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl, hey All along the watchtower All along the watchtower All along the watchtower on that tragic September day We need some investigation, for someones has to pay Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day We need some investigation, for someone has to pay All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes All along the watchtower All along the watchtower James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . . 'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not. To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you. All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed
Shush be calm, it's okay I'm right here, You're hugging my pillow and shedding a tear You have my memory and I feel your heart, Always forever till death do us part. We'll always have Paris and the empire state building Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding But there's nothing like kissing and the shared living touch, and the holding of hands that we loved so much. The smell of your perfume at the end of a day Knowing that just before work we had shower play Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain The memories of beach the car and the plane Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun It was always and only about just you and me, And it always and shall be for eternity. Please don't go just yet I have something to say Then you can let my balloon float away I thought I knew love and knew what to do But it all went so wrong when I met you My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey But now that I'm gone I don't want you to worry I don't want you to rush to get here in a hurry It's all down to you now to play and explore Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw Thank you for sharing your life and your love I'll be watching you always from the blue skies above From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly I can't live with the thought of making you cry.
With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. But if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...
Hopeful doesn't mean stupid That doesn't mean I wasn't stupid I was in a state and messed up Simple as that. I could dramatize Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but, I won't. My spirit can dance alone. A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else's. Dropped my shield Set myself on fire Burned up a daft dream And fell to ashes. I've proven to relate to the phoenix Both of us know what it's like to die a quick death and come back stronger Time and time again Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort. Boulders Hard topped, granite counters Tough as nails kid But kid is man or at least he pretends to be. Smart phones aren't so smart but, I'm writing this on one Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins. Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.
I can't believe your really gone, I try so hard to be strong, But nothing feels right nomore everything feels wrong. I pray your okay and that God will take your hand to show you a better way. I hope he tells you how much I miss you everyday and all the things I never got to say, I just wish you never had to go away, I wish you could come back to stay, I wish I could still see you everyday. I'll miss you forever you will always be in my heart your my strength that picks me up when I'm falling apart. I will never forget all the crazy things we would do, and all the things we been threw, You were the ONLY one whenever I would call you would always come threw R.I.P I will never forget you.
THE UNHOLY DEAD He would take her to heaven if she chose to go but her world's just a place for the dead, if she had a solution he wanted to know, in a while it would be in his head. All her world is a place for the unholy dead she might answer his question two times, in a while he might see, but will lose it instead holding out for an answer that rhymes. she might answer his question, and answer it twice, "yes I love you but don't want to go," so he holds out much longer because of the price of the things that he never should know. "Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave," she has told him, but didn't explain, "Love is something you never should know nor believe, unless you are a sweet summer rain." Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows, he can't see how she loves him so much, like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes to the heaven he wants her to touch. He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind, nor that they are in heaven--but how? And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find they're together in heaven right now. How they got to heaven, she said time and again, "I have loved you much longer than me," and together in heaven, they see how love's been for as long as a true love can be. She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain and before she was ever a child, for as long as a true love that's hard to explain, from where-ever a true love is filed. And before she was young, in her place of the dead, they were younger than love ever knows, and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head, they've gone into where-ever love goes. © ron wilson
Front and Center! Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven. White angels soaring. If by chance, Ordered to enter; Through St. Peter's Permission; I demand from you chancellor; A swift insanity plea, submission. For this troubled soul is plagued, By vast displays of wicked ways. None lost. Courtesy of meticulous examination. Love lost. Diligence pending Investigation. Key Evidence, perpetually documented In Sin's ominous catalog. Rebuke my Judge! For multitudes of shortcomings, He failed to ascertain. Moreover, present was He, When Satan drafted me. First round, Pick three. His Fantasy League... "The Eternal Infernos of Pain" JS Lambert
One Must choose Where they want To or not to Exist
It was overwhelming, it was lovely It was my definition of forever, it was empowering I spread it into the sea Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond I spread it into their souls I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions Betrayal, a curve ball Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe I floated, away from everything i had seen I was spread, beyond the city I was spread, further from the seas Closer to the bottom The light became dim The light became an illusion The truth had been unfolded beneath Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty For I had traveled so far... The spark, what is now a burden What now burns For once, it lit the way It guided the way that the mind created The illusion we were eager to find Now all that is left And of course, Only the foolish search for the spark
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
It hurts all the time This pain in me never stops I want to cry for you I want to scream for you I want to beg for you I want you to be here This cant be fair This cant be real But I smile and I laugh I get up every morning to go to work Throw on a happy face and make some jokes I come home and enjoy my day I have fun And I continue on But I'm so hurt I'm so lost Seeing you in there killed me I could never get the phone call out my head The screams from my mom The walk up there to see if it was true But most of all I wont forget you In the casket Touching your hand You were so cold You didn't belong there Seeing you go into the ground Seeing them fall apart Feeling my heart break into pieces When all I could do is scream I will never forget that day And every time I smile I want to cry Every time I laugh I want to cry Every time I think I want to cry Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me Because I want to cry I want this to not be real I want to had spend more time with you I want to hug you Laugh with you Tell you I love you That I was always there That I am still always here I am so broken But I continue on with life Because God took you and not me He wanted me here for a reason So ill continue on for You I will laugh And smile And pretend Anything to make it to the end To see you I miss you just isn't enough It doesn't mean enough What heals a broken heart? Time they say But time wont bring you back So my heart stays broken As I pretend to smile I miss you I miss you I miss you As I'm falling apart My mask then goes on RIP Bebo... 17 was to young
otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die
...eyes puffy caked up with cry Daddy ain't comin' home but she don't know why... grown folk sadness ripping inside her All she's known about lovin's in the coffin beside her
Crawling on our knees, Watch us scramble as we bleed. So much blood and sweat is seen, Life or death- there's no between. Hear the wings of the machines, Blowing air - no longer clean. Far to brave to leave the scene, Feel the never calming breeze. Watch us travel through the creeks, Watch us fix the broken leaks. Watch us make the bounds and leaps, All so you can safely sleep. By Chelsea Stufleben -------------------------------------------------------- For the contest: world of war: vietnam hosted by Miranda Lambert Placed 8th:D *this is the first contest I have ever placed in so I am very happy about this:D
There was no mention of your name, yet, it matters not Watching as your body laid broken, when they took you away Felt a stab in my heart; as tears rolled down my face And my mind ran to your Mom, probably making dinner plans As the story of your final moments began to unfold Another young life stolen in a most horrific way! Not through any fault of yours; nor by God's design This creature from the deep mistook you for prey So much faster and stronger, it simply overpowered you So sleep now, little one- nineteen years is what you had I'm sure your task was completed; your forever now begins Never again to be snatched away by man nor beast I pray your family finds comfort in one ultimate truth The light which was within you has returned to the Source! *Note: For the 19 Year old who lost his life today in CA...+RIP 10/22/10
The death nation Made for the fear a new sensation No words, no talks , no negotiation Well seeing is believing Heaven is our motivation Yesterday it was asleep Today nothing is gonna keep The death nation Rising above every situation A nation who loves death , it's not any more a myth
The last man on Earth searched the city ruins As a brave young soldier he had served his country well Under the debris and rubble he found a beautiful woman But when he saw her rebel badge he shot her through the heart. Then sang a victory song. Earths last battle won.
Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder '' The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure. I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes. As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid. Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention. Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way. I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make. Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake. Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect. Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA Date: 26-10-11
Drops of rain, splash at my feet Every time I see them I'm reminded of you Always working so hard and true Realizing that I held your heartbeat Every now and then your smile would creep Showing me the love that I knew Truest form of compassion as I cooed Growing up through the years Rain would suddenly give me a fright And this saddened me for many a day and night Never had I experienced these type of fears Don't you remember holding me and loving away my tears Paw Paw I miss you so much now; you making those delicious hash brown bites And although you're gone, I'll see you soon in Heavenly Sunlight For the "Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge" Written By R.M. Hunt a.k.a Robert Matthew Hunt Also I dedicate this poem to both my Grandparents A.W. Hunt-"Buddy" Howard Davis
One step into her aflamed path With even an intention so good Anyone could, yet none should She knits your lips with her name So you won't remember the one who's heart you hold Your lovers' bane Her Eden's Revenge is all she contains The destruction of your soul is all that remains The Queen of Vultures and Wargs She serves Asmodeus and nothingmore Sitra Achra you will surely find Misstress of Mayhem The lights grow dim You've found the blood of your love "Just dream if it was only you and me Far into the left side far from The Hand of God Run with me into the deeps of Sitra Achra"
Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.
Within seconds, life and death collide Within a blink of an eye, your last moments To hope, to trust, and to surety you are tide Your heart falls to its knees, and begins to pray to a God it so desperately needs You begin to lose ground…. Your very last breath …as you exhale and inhale is soo profound For it marks your very being All your sense are directed inward With sudden fear your heart is well cornered And a shrieking silence begins to sound, like thunderous cries Your mind begins to play tricks, to you, it tells false wishing lies Do not give up, to move head on…it whispers! it lies! With that last breath. As you exhale and inhale you still exist What was once real When life was once clear All of that banishes Even the hoping! The longing! For a nobler tomorrow vanishes Leaving all your nerves fried Leaving your soul dried Your very gist slowly but surely have died Numbness begins to creep in Like a devil when he whispers a sin Like a drum roll leading to a scene's climax Like when your heart drops to your feet When all stops…silence engulfs, Shhhh!!! Can you hear it? The wait begins to take a heavy toll on your nerves, for the moment that you have for soo long anticipated The very instance… The moment when life and death collide The very last moment, When to hope, to trust and to surety your soul is tied It all of a sudden unfolds, leaving that body of yours dead and cold A chapter finally ends A heart is finally set at rest I say my goodbyes And wish only to see you in the afterlife
When you can longer run away from yourself When you thought there were no more tears to cry When you just want to die Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies So many years, so many days Waking up to people who no longer care you're there You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality Wasted with living; the slowest way to die The shadows of shame weigh you down Until you drown, filled with only their hate All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades The agony is all you know, thank you pain A self-sadist Is all you have become, j ust how they showed you, craving so much more Just to hide up all of the misery But under cloth it still bleeds This is the Escapist's Plea For the one who fall to their knees in misery Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see Stigmatized by their sadistic need Only if I could just fly away ...Fly Away
When your engines burning and you call it quits Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul And the December snow makes you leave your last goal When the brisk air freezes your knees And the door won't open because you can't find the keys When your family grows numb under all the commotion And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise And you're under the tree searching for a noose Hold the rope in your left hand And break it with your teeth Gnaw down on the sunset While you're looking for the sunrise Lift up your head to the moon And pray with closed eyes Go on walking the road isn't too long Keep steady for you are not too far gone When your nail polish chips And the birds aren't chirping When your coffee is cold But your ears are burning When you can't fall asleep and it's two in the morning Keep on dreaming Even though you aren't sleeping Your mind is moving And your hands are shaking Your voice is quaking And your toes are tapping Keep your lips smacking And your lungs inhaling When you exhale words that aren't meant to be heard And your talk is wrongly taken When you pull out the cake and it's all undercooked And you think to yourself what should I be making? What should I be hearing? What should I be seeing? What should I be loving? What should I be doing? In this life I am living And you say to them come keep me clean Keep me focused And keep me mean Under all the dirt and grime The stories under your fingernails With the mountains you've climbed And the garden you grew And the ocean you swam And all the things that you knew About fishing boats Crossing moats Turning rock into gold And sinking until you float Like George Harrison you said Making it on his own Living until your full grown Never accepting or taking a loan Because you can do this You said you'll do this on your own And there's a ship sinking somewhere You're grabbing some drift wood Staying afloat Just because you know you should You can take it two ways Above or below You can grab the door know Or jump out the window And you'll see yourself in the door frame of a house And he'll be waiting in the kitchen For your welcoming smile Because this is your place So pick up the pace and don't lose face They might see you with the utmost disgrace So walk in slowly One foot at a time See the hallways as a maze And find yourself in your own home Grabbing your own keys Dusting off your own knees Holding onto your soul Even in the cold breeze You may be shaken Or rattled Or turned upside down But you know that You've got one foot in the door Standing on solid ground.
Roses are black and white, and many hues between. Violets are dying on this cemetery scene, sunken in grief as they rest on gravestones, still as the dirt that covers dead bones. Your body's rotting, hidden below, yet your prints remain, and like seeds they grow beyond my skin where they once landed, into my heart, to others expanded. Your immeasurable impact will always last beyond the gone, unreachable past. This sad, somber place completely fails to capture all your full life entails. A simple dash sums up your living years. No form or voice in this silent place of tears. Just a stone memento displays who we lack. Only memories and time will bring you back. by Juliet Ligon
Feburary 27th 2012 i lost the most important person in my life. Helen I was at a goodwill, when i prayed to her that i would find a metallica shirt. I was then looking through the shirts and found two metallica shirts. I got them both. i started wondering if it was her, if she answered my prayer. A few days later i had a dream. She was standing in the window yelling down at me telling me she bought me something and it was on her bed in a bag. i told her how much i missed her and i went to go see what it was. i open the bag on the bed and see the two metallica shirts i had bought at that goodwill. i now know that she answered my prayer. Another dream i had. I had often wondered if she considered me a grandchild.. because im not realted to her by blood. I had a dream it was at her funeral. i seen her sitting in a chair next to me. my sister and some of her grandchildren were carrying her casket to the hurse. My sister fell and dropped the casket and several of her family members were yelling at her. Helen the women who these dreams are about sat and said she loved all her grandchildren even if there not blood related. I believe Helen answers my questions in my dreams.
Glittery was that sky Silvery was that carpet That on which rode the blue butterfly To show the way to the holy ballet Divine was that sight A star living with light Your face shining with might O my darling father, my knight! Gone was your soul, to that land Called by some as the Never-never land Alone and cold with fright I did shed tears that night! Blissful dance, harmonious ballet Pray life lead me there with thy cabaret! 15th Place Contest : Shooting Stars Sponsored by : Tirzah Conway
She knew how to write felt every change in the wind died on the sabbath
In my golden sunken eyes In see the future of my life Fraught with uncertainty A name without sanctity I made a world of desires. Lost along the line of fires A dreadful isolated life, Where I had so long survived The showdown begins with the start The ray of hope falling from my heart I pray for the grave which death promises to take The life that my destiny gave The endless voyage ended with despair Oscillating between hope and despair Now I sleep in complete silence A soul free from turbulence… MY MATERNAL AUNT DIED IN YR 2003 JUNE OWING TO LIVER CANCER. I LOVED HER SO MUCH AND I WILL NOT HESITATE CONFESSING THAT I LOVED HER MORE THAN MY MOM....I JUST PHRASED HER WORDS . [PUBLISHED IN 2007 DECEMBER - TIMES OF INDIA] Leighann Anderson's contest '' Sea of Words''
Society is a reason that has just ran cold, Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold, The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade, When I saw all the negative on the news today, The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home, Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold, The new found confidence I had seems to have been old, Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told, I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul, but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold, Will it be good for me, will I see, All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe? There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed, All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream? I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share, Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care, The worry of this generation is not what it should be, But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me. Can I be the light, In the darkness? Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs, Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died, Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried? Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while, and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life, Give you a new start and I'll set things right, I see the innocense in a noose every single night, I wish I could pick them off the rope so high, What would drive them too that point, I regret the days I spent, Being so unhappy in the life I live, I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase, Where children have no parents, Where the government is only but single Tyrants, So make my job easy and give me the knife, That will kill these lunatics that crave the night, That don't do whats right, I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light, I will rid the world of there parrell and strife. Please god just save me tonight.
A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one. I know you're watching from far away. So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day. God gives me the power to understand, that we can no longer hold your hand. The sands of time pass graciously, until we meet for eternity. My unconditional emotion has no end. Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind. My hands are empty without you to hold. My soul cries out alone in the cold. My tears still fall and I wipe them away. God gave me the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
Please forgive me my mates the ones who walk this earth, my fellow dwellers of this cosmos, my neighbors who i share this above and beyond, i'm nothing but a pile of meat, the lowest scum that exists, my body will one day vanish like the mist, my remains will be gone, slowly getting rotten, the cycle of life should never be forgotten, what will stay with me is my doing good or evil, this gossip for entertainment will never deliver, any benefit to the mankind any kind of favor, it will in turn haunt me forever, the lies i tell, thinking i am clever, the people i hurt regretting it never, the hearts i break thinking it'll all be better, digging my grave deeper, making it more darker, spent so much money on my own endeavors, never had a nickel or a penny for that beggar, i wish i knew then , what i came to realize, the time i wasted building this material life, i was never kept in betrayal i should have never been in doubt, Didn't i know since i was born, this is nothing but a route? A fragile little glass house that could shatter any time, a mere blow on the head or a victim of some crime, a chronic disease or just a common cold, it would end nonetheless different stories told, my clothes my bags would not help, when my body will freeze and my heart will stop, in the darkness of this night, what i would witness forever in fright, heaps of regret , no sign of light save my soul, so long i cried, i never listened, i never apologized i feel ashamed calling out their names, the ones i ignored , i didn't really care how can i expect them to be there? and now i want to get one more life, to do it again, for a good reason i thrive, i don't want to talk behind their back, my defense mechanism to hide all what i lack, hating me more, thanking i am gone, is that the face i am taking to the one and only God, hurting his creation,He would never forgive, cutting me slack in prayers and fasts, i cant get away with breaking hearts, Forgive me now before its too late, oh mankind i want to exit with a clean slate.
I wish there was a stairway to heaven I would go. I could see you as my angel with wings all of your own I'd tell you that I love you and miss you every day. My days have felt so empty, these months seem like a dream. I wish that I could wake up and find you here with me. I miss your loving arms around me, I miss your comforting words. You left without any warning, and we didn't say goodbye. Some words were left unspoken, and we both had so much more to say. If only for one moment or maybe just one day. We'd share that cup of coffee and talk about our day I'd tell you that I loved you from daddy's little girl. My life has changed forever, I know you know it's true. I pray that you can see me and hear my cries of pain. Please say you'll look down on me and watch over me as you did. And know I'll never forget you or the times that we had shared. To some you were just Alan or maybe just a friend. To me you were my father that no one can take away. I pray that we are reunited in the kingdom up above. Your strength, your wisdom, your humor.. has made me who I am today.
Set free into Heaven's lands, I am now in God's hands. Time was once like grains of sands, My soul now in eternity stands. Set free through death, My spirit now finds its breath. Life once like the wind blew, I am now saved by Truth. Long ago I dreamed Alive she was, it seemed. Long ago I was with her, Now we are together, alive forever. Set free into Love's arms, I am now free from all harm. May memories of me always be, Even after being set free. Remember me fondly, Remember how I loved thee. I am now in God's hands, Eternally living in Heaven's lands.
Lizard with sneaky eyes four legs , one tail , negligible size Seemed peaceful at first , very afraid ,but so the devil in disguise How a lizard from far away Came close to us , as one mile? How a lizard from far away As it is approaching, looked like a crocodile At the right moment ,I will grab my sphere I will stab it , with nothing to fear I won't fall for the crocodile tears.
How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What's missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn't trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I'm not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.
For Herda & Wangugi To become a man he has a difficult task: he must be brave enough to kill a beast. A tradition in his tribe, you may ask. The boy is not fierce, strong, or fast in the least. The boy has hardly a weapon, hand-made, and surely not a gun: but a long stick with a sharpened tip, a spear. This is the tradition, such hunting calls for a shun from the village if the task is not complete, that is clear. The lion is too fast, the boy cannot outrun it. The boy must be silent; the lion is too strong, and has spotted the boy, it picks up it's speed. The boy was not careful; the lion too strong. There is a stuggle, but the boy has killed the lion. The boy is now a man in his village.
Chris and Chelsea For their death anniversary Buried together With roses lined with love From family who couldn't hold their tears. Never did he think he could survive Without Chelsea by his side, He must have her. A life was taken for his true love and her engagement ring That was a gift on the night of her unexpected death Was given to a close friend, "Don't let your love go. Don't let her leave. Give this to her." Chris spoke softly. The next day he was gone, Buried six feet under he lays With his love.
America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you'd deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it's home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that's offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart
Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed... He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee, Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star; some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair. Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded, and revolted against the American Government with protest... Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land. Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend, because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world... has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?
Iv been there for you everytime you needed me, Iv been there for you in case of an emergency. I held your head while you were weak, I whipped the tears off your cheeks while you were sick. I brought you medicine when you had the flu, I helped you out in any way I knew. I made you smile when everyone around you made you sad, I cheered you up when everything was going bad. But now when I need you the most you are not here, I'm down on my knees crying now and catching every single one of my tears. I know all your secrets because I wanted to know how to help you, But you don't even bother asking me how my day went, ain't that true? Iv done everything in my power to make you into the person you are today, But now I'm reaching out to you, but you give me a smirk and walk away. I guess this is what I get for being the person that I am, I might of raised my voice on you, but that that just to make you into a man. God created all men equally, why should I be any different from anyone else, I treated you like I treated everyone, with discipline, love, care, without a mess. I guess this is what I get for being raised by the streets, Everytime someone went off on you I was there to have your back like the streets. But now I feel alone and don't see anyone by my side, I thought you would help me, that's why I cried. Now that my heart is barely beating, I want to say I love you, Remember me as your teacher, care taker, soldier, your brother.
A woman lost Inside herself All we ever wished for her Was happiness and health She tried so hard To live a better life Still all she felt inside Was confusion, pain and strife She was a sister and a friend She was a daughter and a mother She was a woman Truly unlike any other She had her problems As we all do But she was always persistant Trying to push her way through She lost her fight After so many years She will have no more heartache She'll shed no more tears A loving mother And a dear friend We all prayed for her Until the very end Until the end of time May she be in our hearts May we remember her beauty Every time the sky parts If everyone could have Just half the heart as she Imagine the world That this could be We all knew her as Diana Some of us knew her as our Mother From our loss of this wonderful person Will truly be hard to recover I sincerely hope That in your eternal sleep You, my dear sweet Mother Have finally found your peace
Goodbye to you my Best friend It's hard to believe that we're worlds apart. We were like strings on a guitar, Making harmony and pleasant tones. You were there when I took the first step, And gave me directions ever since. You taught me life's valuable lessons And saw me through my mistakes. Unable to see the virtues you bestowed, Cut-short by nature's worthy call. A decade now past and I realize; This friend is gone but ever-green. But with the gift of the Name Like a tattoo I will always have. And even if I hate to believe you're gone, Goodbye to you my Best friend.
There I lay. Remained, unchanged. Mind numb, thoughts blank, Only visions of snowy white project onto the black backs of my eyelids. Was I paralyzed? Or perhaps I had reached my final destination six feet under the earth... No. Worse... Writer's block. I look around me. Nothing but enclosed darkness. No windows, no doors. The air is thick and cold...not yet cold enough to see my breath, but just cold enough for an uncomfortable setting...the monotonous silence is deafening... I panic, running around frantically in the chilling prison walls of my mind, screaming, clawing, kicking, hoping to somehow break through and see the light of day. I stop after what seems like endless useless hours of fighting. Hands bruised and drenched in stale dried blood. I'm sitting on the ground now. I yell into the emptiness but receive nothing in return, no echo, nothing. I yawn wildly in fear I have gone deaf...but then I hear a voice. Soft and faint, so gentle that I'm ambushed with another attack of yawns to once again reassure that the tiny whispers are more than my blank labrynthed mind playing tricks on me. There is a light. A small light, bright and inviting. Shining through an old fashion key hole, to an old fashion door that seemed to appear from thin air. On hands and knees I approach it with caution. I hear the innocent voice again and I pause. I take a deep breath and look into the peep hole. I find myself locked eyes in the reflection of the wild appearance man in my computer screen and awaken.
------ On the Eve of Destruction Their was a disruption Fore The Christ had came A vestige to this name ------ They were carried By Horses' To intercede at the behest Of God They carried the Message Said to stay still Be still Thy Heart ------ Be still My People Fore You are at the hands' Of the Lord By and large.... ------ No need to worry Jesus Christ is in Charge Fear no Evil Give back to the Night Turn from Sin Turn from Wrong to Right Intercede with the Light ------ Let Thy Lord Jesus' Show Ye' the New Way Fore He is so Blessed' This is a New Day GF ******NOTE:****** We do take stragglers'/we do take strays'....
World keeps to turn on, we are born and die, dawn comes as night ends. death reigns in all spots of this poor, old land. Time takes big paces, we don't learn parts, in things that change the world and life My minds stuck, hands are tied, they are quiet Tell me what's right Shush!
Nothing as cold as a winter of black. the world still moves, as if nothing has changed. "a snow angel" i thought as she fell back. she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged". her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea. Years pass people, continue in rejoice. my despair endless, as challenger deep. i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice. her love for me eternally in stone. love crashing down in a thunderous wave. stars came and went but i stood there alone. waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave. when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak. time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.
If I had been upon the Titanic, with only moments left to live. And if there was nothing left, for me to help with or to give. Then I would find a paper, a pencil, a bottle, and some wax. Then I would write a message, to cast adrift with everything else. And in those moments I would write something short and simple. I'd write… People life is short, you never know when it will end. And when my life is cut short, there'll still be time for you to live. Live it with your heart and soul forever in the front. Reach out with them, give, and live your life as it was meant. Then I would sign it … a lost soul…Titanic April 14, 1912. Then I would seal the bottle and hold it in my hand. Then I'd wait amidst the noise, tears, and pain. Until the water would eventually wash the bottle away. Contest: Impress Me, Motif: Spiritual, By Carol Eastman
A rose grown on concrete Behind these steel grill bars, Admiring the heaven stars. I remain that black rose, Growing on concrete there I pose. With petals shattered, And my thirsty roots scattered. With my stem rotting in strain, 12 months have gone there's no rain. I absorb the slightest rays of light, To keep me strong through the night. With only hope tomorrow I'm alive, But faith keeps me strong I will survive. But if I should die, Wipe your eyes don't you "crie." Just bury me smiling, As that black rose charming. But whilst alive it will rain, Out of these bars were there's no pain. Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)
The light I see In your eyes only when I speak of her. Our little one. She would have had your eyes, your nose. she would have had my hair and my my mouth. Our little girl would have been perfect. But that horrible day in July, I cried and I hated myself. That horrific day in July when I lost her. My world broke down. Now when I speak of her. Your eyes water up, as do mine. But one day we'll see her. I promise. Our little girl, is waiting for us. I promise. And one day, she'll finally say daddy. Our little girl.
I've been detached from anyone, and specially life, merely trying to survive on feeble hope, dangling from this rough and steep rock; I look above and another view transforms my strife. I tried to be that invincible hero, helping others ignoring myself and, most times, my indispensable needs; putting others first, if they were part of my family... as the truthful words of the Gospels brought perfect clarity. On my last days, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope, wishing that they wouldn't forget me when silence surrounds me, when every delightful memory will make my throat chocke; comfort me and assure me that there'll be a serene place awaiting me. At times, I was overtaken by anger, shouting to bring peace to an incident of jealousy, or an act of mischievousness; forgive me for my behavior, and you may have called me a square, an almost senile old man...being ridiculed for his bad manner. Now, your age is void of knowledge, of the wisdom I still seek, perhaps your intentions are naive and harmless; I understand how bizarre it can be when youth is at its highest peak: disregarding wise words that can correct your whims. In dire and discontent, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope, and my mission is almost complete: from a prophesied birth... to an unannounced death, unless everyone awakens and realizes my hurt; but if my conscience is righteous and pure, wouldn't Heaven pull up my rope?
its the end inside my head i must say goodbye my dear friend im entering the unknown im slowly starting to unravel and become unsewn you must not figure who i am for i am no one no one to be loved, no one forgotten, no one to grieved when the end is truly received i will not be one loved, i will not be one forgotten for there there there is nothing to forget but this mere note of uncertainty and confusion
Man to blame, Once again to his shame, His record continues to destroy ! The beauty he did not create, nor can he save… He will never learn how to properly behave… Nature screams pointlessly once again ? Fearing where next we'll drill ? Gulf oil spill.
I remember you and I How we sat to lunch summer after summer I remember you and I The small scope critic and the pearl sweet preacher We lunched in the Bronx, feasted In Manhattan, the wasted Cancer fled, I have not forgotten For then you brimmed my soul with heaven You lived your sermons then, and I Saw faith's ladder and touched the sky. I remember you and I And either side of that wheelchair, she calling O she calling, you I Her two boyfriends, and her bright eyes twinkling To see you jealous still And we playing her will Could shed that moment for heaven's grace And serve the word without trims and lace O yes, how bless I was those days To worship where you made your praise. I remember you and I Surprised that greatness could be so humble still I remember you and I How you favored me when all by you was still I read Hope of the Race And a tumult took place In my village world, O way back then, I traveled here from the margin, friend To find your shadow and to learn Mysteries of grace as I yearn. I remember you and I Was this all men form bonds for, and death to break I remember you and I O pulpiteer, shall it hold again when we wake Shall the cancer fled day Hold against mortal fray Lord yield me thy Spirit to obey And walk like you 'long the tortured way You lived your sermons then, and I Saw faith's ladder and touched the sky.
Farewell to Whitney. An angelic voice is still. We will remember you graced us with your music. We have lost a great treasure. Whitney Houston (1963-2012) From a news story found on AOL
It came to pass that in Bethlehem, Judah God sent a famine with problems most severe. Mother Naomi and her three men maneuver to strike out in sync, to leave their home sphere. Death by starvation was, of course, their main fear. It came to pass that in Moab, fate won their heart. Naomi's two sons took on wives fairly soon. But, Death by disease broke this family apart; all three husbands were struck by its sudden harpoon. One young wife named Ruth had met her high noon. It came to pass that three women in limbo made the choice of their lives, likely unhurried. Our hero, Ruth, the poet, put things in tempo - "Entreat me not to leave you," Ruth was worried for Naomi. "Where you die, I will be buried." It has come to pass that over time, well-known phrase, "Entreat me not to leave you," which Ruth composed has become a mantra for those put face to face. May it never lose the proviso Ruth proposed - "Your God, my God!" a standard upheld, unopposed.
We are not aware of what we are capable of nor whether if it's wrong or right. We sometimes have the will and might and many of us will stand up and fight. To show courage and strength takes determination and motivation. Wait..... What am I talking about? We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes. We're not perfect in any way. We weren't made to live forever but made to live and wilt away. We suffer through pain and it's hardships And even sometimes experience love. Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide so I can fade away. Realizing I had issues... I didn't care. I've always known who I was inside and never gave up. I'm no philosopher like Socrates nor do I have a college degree. But I was raised to be somebody in this world even if I'm going to fail countless times. Enough about me. Lets talk about the human race. We will get up when knocked down. We will fight for people we love. We will live life like it's our last. We will love ourselves for who we are. We are only human. Our imperfections is what makes us perfect. Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today. Life hasn't been as good since you passed away. Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice. But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price. I thought you'd live for another ten to fifteen years. It's been tough to accept that you're no longer here. If you had survived, I was going to take care of you. I didn't know what I had until I lost it and that is true. When you celebrated your birthday last year, you were alive and well. I didn't know how sick you would become, I was unable to tell. Seeing you suffer during your last days, made my heart break. Even though you're dead, I still bought you a birthday cake. I promised that I'd buy you a cake this year and I'm a man of my word. God is much happier now because you're with him, believe me that's assured. [Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away March 6, 2013.]
If it's not one thing then it's another. I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother. My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy. I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees. I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin. Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin? Prayer is so simple even a child can start. It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart. It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you. You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true. Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe? Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve? He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try. The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie. Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord! I can never lose a battle using you as a sword! Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone. Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on. Praise God!
I May Not Be Here Tomorrow! When tomorrow comes, I may not be here! This life I have… Could just disappear! I may think of this world as my "sanctuary." But my life down here, is just temporary! Life just passes me by, and goes by fast! I can think of many things done in the past! But the past is gone by… Tomorrow's another day! What am I going to do? What am I going to say? I don't know about the future, or what it may bring. Life has it's way of bringing good and bad things! I'm going to look to Jesus and give him my trust! Living daily for him... I shall try! I must! Jesus holds tomorrow in the palm of his hand! Everything about me... He already understands! HE shall be here tomorrow! Till the very end! He's somebody I can give my life to! And depend! I come to you Jesus! For comfort and delight! I know that with you, everything will be alright! Life may not turn out the way I expect it to be! But Jesus will take care of it all! Most assuredly! By Jim Pemberton
Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet ---- The clouds are gathering to again over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again. Meandering the village, flows the river stain with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts. Now, clouds are gathering to again over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
That burning passion within The unexplainable feelings you sense when they walk towards you The loss of breath and the strangulation you feel gripping around your throat Choking off every last bit of air you have left to your name You feel like collapsing to your knees and crying Wishing you had them back in your arms and running your fingures through their soft hair You wish you could go back in time to re-live those treasuring moments of bitter sweetness You can hear their voice echoing inside your head at night when your trying to relax Your dreamless nights filled with tears and pain You outstretch your hand beckoning, begging for them to come back Memories sharp as daggers, peircing your flesh As they look away from you eachtime The warmth they gave you before is now gone You feel like your body has become a corpse to rot forever When you see then with another You feel so betrayed and furious Wanting them back more then anything You would give up everything you had left just to let them know you cared and still hurt You want so badly for them to just take the loneliness away Nothing else can be done Nothing else will work Your lost Your alone Your scared You cry for help but no one listens You feel like dying Even though they know that deep in your heart they still have that special mark But they'll never know what they meant to you so you write these words Straight from the Heart.
------ Proclivity takes' Time to Catch up! ------ And yes', ------ Have faith in the Lord... When the Time come's When thing's get rough And He will.. Deliver you up... ------ Fore in His House Their is His Mansions' With plenty room for Expansion..... ----- And with the new coming Of each and new Soul Their is a shift in the very Soul's For every-one knows' The song of restoration... Fore Revalations' is only A hand shake away.... ------ And it is to He that we must pray.... GF
Father dear father Copartner in my life flesh of my flesh bone of my bones alpha adam ancestor Daddy growing up you're my hero my idol my mentor i look to you for strength Papa why do you drink why are you so angry why do you hate why the shame Pop following in your footsteps i am a drunk too why do i do what I hate so much like you Papa we are getting older you are close to death too late too soon to know what i know Dad many years gone i still miss you I know now You Loved Me Love, your son …
This is where they die In the red painted house of fury In the pauper's palace Where pandemonium is a delicacy This is where they die Swimming in the ochre fluid Fluid of their massacred brother Just for the faith fought in bait This is where we will die For the faith we hold so dear And for the faith we fought to keep
They roam miles over hillsides stride aimlessly cross open plains and grassy fields unseen and silent to all cept' those who see with more then their eyes, hear with more then their ears, and believe with more then their hearts and minds. Twilight,a gray blue haze,settles in quiet, no sound(s) heard but those of time almost forgotten souls lost, blanketed by death foot-steps hushed by time travel now in ghostly silence their destiny, to travel the forever trail. Physical lives long shed in defense of the very ground they are now one with their cries must be heard! always honored never to be forgotten lest their lives were sacrificed for naught. Melody A. Coster
Four shootings took place just five minutes after I left Minnis Downhome Pharmacy. If I had been there for another five minutes, one of the victims would've been me. Two of the victims were killed and two are still alive. I hope and pray that those two ladies survive. Jason Bryan Holt was the one who caused the devastation. He was apprehended before he could even leave Bean Station. This proves that the world is lost because the killer was a former cop. It's very sad and tragic that these senseless shootings couldn't be stopped. He shot them after stealing a lot of Oxycontin. These shootings were both terrifying and rotten. These poor people are in my prayers. I hope that the killer gets the chair. (Dedicated to Stephen Lovell, Richard Sommerville, Alexia Wilson and Janet Clift who were shot on May 23, 2013.)
With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don't mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain't got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!
Walking around the graveyard Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket its clear in his head that he's screaming for something that something is missing within his heart Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave Pulling out a piece of paper The death certificate that her name was signed on a tear falling from his cheek he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before crumples at his touch sitting down the piece of paper he asked her how can i love? when the one i want is not here? tears fall from his eyes unto the paper he lights a candle sits it by her tombstone He lays down beside her listening to the wind hoping to hear her voice something he longed for something that he was missing he falls asleep holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before The pedals fly away with the wind and the flame of the candle burns out the rain starts to fall He lays with his eyes closed He goes back in time The rose pedals fall back unto the stem The paper flies back into his pocket He walks back into town Back into the house he was at before Back at her funeral to the hospital they were at When they found out she had cancer To the church where they got married To the time when he asked her to marry him Finally to the place where they met There story replays again in his mind he lays cold on the ground beside her The wind dies down and the candle starts burning again
A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing Grace Wash Over Thee. Amazing grace wash over me. My tears are a river to the sea. Lord above, we know you know, the oil that is washing upon our coast. Amazing grace wash over me, and lift my soul up to Thee. Lord above, hear my prayer, for those who are in dispair. Amazing grace wash over me. I lift my hands to God you see. My prayer for those who were hurt, and those who will never return to earth. Amazing grace wash over thee, families were left in disbelief. Empty hands, their loved ones gone, Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home. Amazing grace wash over me, the oil is filling up the sea, from Louisiana to Mississippi. Animals are dying, and people are crying. Amazing grace wash over me.
Love is an unspoken form of maschism And it's slowly killing me inside. Each minute of silence A lost beat of my heart. My ribs are all knives now Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed. My heart feels vast, hollow Cold, Like a hundred story skyscraper- its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door And their rent unpaid. And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't. I am trapped. And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves. Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are filled with the sea. And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain. Our love is the hope that soon I won't need to breathe. That the chains will break and set me free To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace. Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! Our love will starve me And burn me And deprive me of sleep. I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side. And maybe, Just maybe,k I can smile for once without the pain.
It's been almost a decade since Osama Bin Laden destroyed the twin towers in New york City, and killed the ones (men, women, and children) who've lost their lives. He's the reason why the United States of America was haunted on September 11, 2001. He's also the reason why thousands of Americans in New York City, are dead. But now that Bin Laden is dead, thanks to President Obama and the U.S. Military, we, as good Americans, can breathe a sigh of relief. What still bugs us the most about Osama Bin Laden is when he had full hatred towards us hard-working Americans and he was so sick of us. That's what Bin Laden gets when he messed with the United States of America. He never should've killed thousands of people almost ten years ago and he never should've told his men to destroy the World Trade Center in New York City. We will let God decide what to do with Bin Laden. Why? Because if the U.S. authorities don't get to Bin Laden of Al-Queda, the the ones who he had killed and the survivors and victims of 9/11 will. And this time, no terrorist will ever take the fall for the evil late Osama Bin Laden. May he burn in the giant pit of inferno for all eternity and for the murders of 1,000+ Americans on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.
I had to make a decision that nearly destroyed me. The decision was painful and it was Tragic Irony. Mom gave me life and I had to make the decision that ended hers. She was one of the greatest women in the world, that's for sure. When the doctors attempted to wean her off the respirator, they had to put her back on it to keep her from dying. They saw that she couldn't be weaned after three or four times trying. I didn't make the decision alone, my brother had to make it as well. After she passed, life became so intolerable that it was pure Hell. She was suffering so much and my brother and I couldn't allow that to continue. I would've rather lost my own life than to see hers end and that is certainly true. The decision to take her off the respirator was ironic and it made our hearts break. I hope and pray that the decision we made is one that you'll never have to make. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
There's a healing Jesus! He's alive today! He's here now! And can take all sickness away! There's a loving Jesus! He can cleanse your soul! He is more faithful, than you will every know! There's a merciful Jesus! He can change you within! By his blood, you can know you're born again! There's a powerful Jesus! He alone reigns supreme! He's the alpha and omega! And can do anything! There's a gracious Jesus! He's so loving and kind! His dedication to us all, has stood the test of time! Won't you come to Jesus! And receive him too? He's knocking at your heart's door… Waiting for YOU! Won't you experience Jesus! And all he has to give! He can make you a new person! Each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton
In memory of a great lady who died of cancer! She's gone to that great Banqueting Hall, To her Mansion in the sky: To sit with Jesus the King of kings and all the hosts on high. The pain and agony all have gone; Peace has settled in! She's looking down on all of you with a happy, contented grin. She suffered much in those last days, Oh, what a time she had. Knowing you were all at hand kept her from going mad. She's happy now in that great place, a place that's very rare: She hopes some day to meet you soon, on the golden stairs. "Be happy now, my dear friends, Be happy, be at peace: I've experienced something quite unique; It has brought me sweet release."
I do miss them everyday, To state the facts I know ill never get them back, Sleep that's what I lack In Conversational Understandings We got each other, because they where just- that- smart A want to interact, with us, as equals, but we where aware, they where parents. This, Absolutely okay. The vision may be myopic, but I will never, blame them. For being naive
I was born half human half demon Killer of love I was born with a gun in my hand The Son of a gun Satan Worshiper A Natural Born Killer I walk down the hallway Hiding my gun in my trench coat Wearing my hat backwards My combat boots And my army pants Sunglasses hiding my face I wait for you in the Library As i approach you You run and hide Under a table Me taking my gun out of my trench coat Holding it towards your face You cry Your freaking out Your last tear hits the floor I pull the trigger You were the guy That made fun of me Calling me a freak Tripping me in the hallway Remember throwing bloody tampons In my face? Calling me gay? Telling everyone about my personal pains? Ive got you now You cant hurt me anymore But i can still hurt you Dedicated to ~4-20-99~ "Columbine Massacre" Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold "We can stop bullying, if we honestly tried" "You could have prevented this school shooting, if you would have just listened to the kids who did it"
HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre) All through the day my soul doth sleep layed to the dark and out of sight not thinking how my soul may keep nor if I raise up to the night; I rest in dark that's cold and deep, my casket's lid sealed up all tight my only prayer is death for me although I know, it cannot be. The curse of life forever more was put on me and all my seed, it shackles me to life--the bore, and makes blood all I ever need, except I also hunger for the heat of love where-in I feed. But underneath my casket's stone I sleep all day, and sleep alone. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa (Attempting to get enough new Monsieur L'Vampyre poetry for my next book, MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE MEETS THE WEREWOLF. Yes, Monsieur L'Vampyre indeed knows how to spell "Le Vampire," but he also knows how to spell his name, and his name is L'Vampyre.
We can make a difference We can wallow in the feat Where all souls meet At the foot of the world by which to greet In bitter silence to its door chime ring, One can easily take heart or to what would sing; From shadows glook of its tormented swoon It would be at the addage of its peril A safe place to emancipate, The soul was erected by pious chimes; In tombs tortured with flagrant rhymes/ Through a misfortune illumined amidst/ Shattered glass stained by bias accalades/ We can make a difference/ Fresh out of our store bought routine/ Out of curtains unleashed to swallow/ The world is filled with ghosts & demons/ Shaped by the imaginative solace screaming/ We can make a difference/ The trunk on the trees on which all branches grow/ The pen on the ink to make messages flow/We can make a difference/ With parts uncertain yet attainable/ Create/ The notion of a bridge of hope/ It's gap loosens for passengers to cross/ Reason must be supplimented by our creative imaginative & faith/ Reason is itself an act of faith! Totals 28 lines/ 182 Word Count
Goodbye February 7th You died Leaving my broken heart behind I cried Darkness never looked so nice Depression never made me feel more alive When your birthday comes I will visit your grave Sit beside you and pray Talk to you Wishing I could see you face to face In heaven it won't be the same Cody died February 7th, 2011. He committed suicide. He was born October 16th, 1993. I miss u Cody and I love you forever. ~~
When a man of God Goes the way of all the earth, The prophet's home town Celebrates his life And honors him after death With weeping and praise.
This here is a poem I wrote it just because I had a funny punchline I don't remember what it was It was something about Osama That is all that I remember Come to think, it wasn't funny It was about the eleventh of September Oh yes, it went something like... May your ashes be fed upon by hemroid suffering fish who die of constipation so that you rot for days in their smelly bowels before being filtered by a festering oyster. And may that oyster be eaten by Michael Moore and give him food poisoning that causes him to retch. And may that vomit be swept into the trash which is fed to a sick pig. And may that pig die of the ebola virus and be incinerated...making you twice baked. Twice baked potatoes bin Laden. yes...it was something like that, only better.
Her hands were cold as I touched them I felt an absolute fear plays its rhythm I couldn't hear their voices though they were loud Am I supposed to feel so alone while I'm surrounded by a crowd ? Whenever I started losing my faith I heard you say : All you can do now is to pray It was my destiny to die No matter how much you try It was hard yet I found hugging hands My knees were weak but I was able to stand So I might not be a perfect version of what you want to see But I can remove the dust and let you fly high and free I promise you I will never let go As long as you still want to glow I can't know what tomorrow will bring Let's just close our eyes and swing Because no matter how bad things may seem to be We never know what's written in our destiny
My mom certainly was a credit to all Humans. She was wonderful and one Hell of a woman. Everybody loved her because she was kind and sweet. She would've loaned you money for rent if you were about to be thrown out into the street. And if she hadn't needed the money, she wouldn't have made you pay it back. She was terrific, morals and humanity weren't things that my mom lacked. She gave donations to help the homeless because she was endearing. My heart was broken in February of 2013 because the end was nearing. In 2001 she gave a hundred bucks to help when New York City was attacked. She was one Hell of a woman and that's not an opinion, that's a cold stone fact. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
That sanguine little girl so full of longing Gave up her ghost inside and left it homeless, wandering Sleepless I lay back and wonder why When you enter mind I want to cry I've forgotten what it feels like to be truly happy But I know I'd find it If I someday found you I wouldn't trade this torture for all the peace in the world I wouldn't erase your face from my mind for a universe I won't shut out your beautiful voice to save my life I will stop at nothing to make you all mine The weight of empty Crushing load of inner vacancy I've forgotten what it felt like when my soul wasn't heavy But I know that it once again could fly If I could take you with me I wouldn't trade these tears for all the bliss on this barren earth There's nothing more beautiful to me than you, when you smile I couldn't forget you if that were my desire And only death will keep me from my place at your side sorrylittlesharky.com
Michael... Truly, deeply, believe with all of your heart Joey is with you; around you, since you've been apart Feel the cool breeze which lightly brushes your face? She just landed a soft kiss where your fingers trace! When she fills random thoughts, she speaks to you So lean in closer; hear her whisper, 'I love you Michael! I still do'! She now is out of optic view, yet, so alive in the spirit realm! In some other time and place you will be together then The spiritual veil will be lifted which now covers your eyes And eternal peace you both will find beyond God's blue skies! ~**~ Note: For Michael and his beautiful, Joey (R.I.P.) 2010
Chivalrist of pure intent Honoured by the ears that lent A tale recounted to content Resplendant wonders brought to ear Laments that draw an unseen tear Evasion of the heart's deep fear Soft young mind and placid eyes Lucid to the tale's disguise Unseeing the truth behind the lies There upon the golden water Wimsically listening to the lauder Inclines the middle Liddell daughter Days have come and years have passed Golden evenings couldn't last Erosionary time has swept too fast Dreary dawns and bitter nights Overcame the muse's might Dead and gone, that fragile light Greiving when his heart was tore Secreted to land of lore On through Wonderland he'll soar Now to dream forevermore
Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Save me I'm drowning, Six feet below Helplessly falling, Into the darkness we know All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I'm dreaming of, From the death of my love Standing by your stone, Whispers bleed through Standing here alone, Thinking of you All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I'm dreaming of, From the death of my love Take my life and take my hand! Please! Just try and understand All that I am going through, From the death of you…
So still in that night, A newborn slept quietly, In her mother's bed. In that dark stillness, The infant suffocates. She is gone. After that this poem for her. For her memory leaves.... a lasting impression. of that night, that darkness, that nightmare of stillness,
It's beautiful, it burns The most magnificent sight i have seen It flows, it falls Thy turn there heads, as my lens focus The most perfect type of vision The core of my eye widens, It speaks, it whispers The ending to a movie It rolls, it sinks It makes my heart pound It overwhelms me, that there is nothing here but this That this will soon one day be over, My blood, it overflows It twists, it falls, It rises, it fights, And in the end, We are all glimmers of light All that is here when the day turns to night At the bottom of the ocean lie untouched skeletons, A mountain range, with blue skies overhead With shipwrecked cannons, Unknown bodies, who fought for this beauty, Unnamed faces, that will never be traced again, What makes them different, Is it what is beautiful, what we can't see The darkness, The fear, The emptiness, The beauty of nothing, There is no truth, The point past certainty, Where nothing matters, Because we are all the same, Now that the lights are gone
Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself
------ Intervention on the Faith' Of the Lord Fore He will deliver Thee When thing's Get kind of Hard Yes, their are many Days' Where life just falls' apart Those' are the day's where We can do nothing but Pray ----But, it is so Sworn That by the Blood And Testimony in Jesus' That He Shall carry The Day' ------ Just be very Still And let him show you The way' A divine intervention On the side of Faith GF
I know you had a hard life But know you were never alone If I had found you sooner My sisterly love I would have shown I remember your smiling face From across the classroom I thought that is my sister Maybe I will talk to her soon Years went by And you vanished from my life You went on and became a mother And I became someone's wife I thought maybe one day Our paths would cross But in my heart now there is a hole And I am mourning your loss Do you look down and see me now? Your little sister sitting here… Thinking about what could have been And holding back the tears We just know God has His own will And we can only guess at his plan But I know one thing You will always be missed Jennifer Ann