Oscar Wilde's The Ballad of Reading Gaol
An excerpt from the ballad written by Oscar Wilde whilst exiled in France shortly after his release from Reading Gaol, following his extremely harrowing 'De Profundis', a letter exploring the synchrony of extreme despair and profound spiritual enlightenment (later published as a book), originally written to his lover Lord Alfred Douglas.
matt
that right i like animal feces on my face
THE 'PILLAR
Following our divorce, my ex fell into an addiction to drugs & alcohol, due primarily to the crowd she began hanging out with, plus her low self-esteem she'd gotten as a result of her mother's overbearing disapproval, and my one-time infidelity (I deserved her divorcing me). At her lowest, she found herself homeless then locked in rehab. She was in dire need of reminding her of the lady I once knew: honest, intelligent and a truly beautiful soul inside & out, just like our daughter together, Destiny. These words freely spilt onto the paper Destiny & I delivered to her, and she felt they were "God inspired" towards motivating her to complete the drug program successfully and reevaluate her priorities & attitude. I let her regain custody of our daughter upon her metamorphosis, hoping that this poetic pep-talk would achieve its intention. She managed to fly awhile for several years (+ husband & son later) before she eventually found herself again amongst the crawling scum that robbed her again of her wings. I dedicate this poem to anyone suffering from such addictions, in hopes that they recognize their own self-worth before it becomes too late for them. Avoid those peers that keep you in low ruts, and instead aspire for better greatness among positive influences. Whether you believe you're great or lousy, either way you're right. Believe you can achieve it, and you eventually will.
dark mental prison/return from entropy
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its not a poem its a song and its not done by me alltho it reminds me of me to well its by a band called pain look them up on youtube if you want its a great song
ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
I Really don't !
I really don't like the way you think, I really don't like your granite sink, I really don't like your taste in food, I really don't like your precious mood, I really don't like what you say, I really don't like everyone else must pay, I really
Who Knew?
Who decides?, who hides?, who becomes the leader?. Who becomes the feeder? Who creates the fear?, Someone near?, Who knew?, not me or you?, who knew? Who knew that we'd be here?, who knew?, who shed a tear? No one knew, this lasts for e
Just don't!
Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast", shows life cant continue, it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars, carbon footprints, it just can't last, The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap is melting, it's no
For you!
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
New!
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity, To know its origin is lost in complicity, Its simply way that cant be told, Too many conditioned, stay in the fold, If you really knew you then you could be, FREE.
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
Memories
Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe. Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told. Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong, and what is right. Finding yourself be
Really, it's only paper anyway!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
Sunset
A sunset heralds a new beginning, the promise of a golden age, a fire in the sky that shows its rage, as its golden demise turns a new page.
Creations visions
There is a way and all would say, that you are my creation, I created you, to be free, to experience all, all of me, There's a way to go, there's a way to know, that you are you and I am you too, just close your eyes and visualize, and see, what
The old oak tree
A majestic old oak tree born long before you or me, Its arms spread wide, nothing to hide, leaves that have Fallen, memories ingrained of what it has seen, lives Lost, those that have been, it’s creaking old bones signal It’s time here, should a
Can you be?
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Poem
Who is real in a world of unreal, who is true in a world of untrue, Who is right in a world of deception, who are you? What makes you right?, what makes me right?, Don’t condemn Because you can’t, don’t play the part, of judge and jury, Don’t pr
Three lines
Words divide, It seems to be, Do you agree?
Oh no, another one!
It seems nothing changes, don’t ever speak too loud, You are not allowed, those that profess, sometimes regress, And the promise of equality is lost in the pursuit of being right And for them its how it goes, who knows, where we go from Here, to
Short Poem
It’s the things that you say, that change the way that your life Will flow, it’s never what you know, it’s always what you don’t know, What you can't see, That will make the difference between happiness and misery!
Amazed!
Amazed at the knowledge that trickles through thy brain, flowing endlessly away, leaving but a stain!
You Are!
Do you know? You are the star in your own show You are the light shining bright You are the spark and you are the fire You are the low and you are the higher You are the day and you are the night You are the good and you are the bad You are th
We are diverse
Its strange to see the diversity that exists in humanity, Human beings, yes you and me, born free, is that not the whole idea?, we will be different and then we will see, an explosion of imagination, new ideas, new creation, new way to be?, it se
Rebirth!
To detach oneself and be alone, Tis easier said than done, You can leave the crowd, You can leave the place, But still, you’re part of the Human race, To know oneself is to know The way, But to find that place, there’s A price to pay, Fir
Another three lines!
Too many times we look outside, It’s the fire inside, that matters, Too many times that fire has died.