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online now!The Beginning
There she sat the strong one.
The mere presence of her seemed to fill the whole area.
Soon the others would awaken but for now she had it all.
Time to ponder with no arguing,
Debating or other ideas being inflicted upon her.
But soon they would awake.
No matter how much time that she acquired here.
It was not just hers but theirs to make.
Long ago they had learned to get along.
No matter whom thought who was right or wrong.
All living in this small space.
A miracle a murder had never taken place.
So different, so demanding, with one task in mind.
To see another day come and go.
And hopefully to somehow grow.
The mere presence of her seemed to fill the whole area.
Soon the others would awaken but for now she had it all.
Time to ponder with no arguing,
Debating or other ideas being inflicted upon her.
But soon they would awake.
No matter how much time that she acquired here.
It was not just hers but theirs to make.
Long ago they had learned to get along.
No matter whom thought who was right or wrong.
All living in this small space.
A miracle a murder had never taken place.
So different, so demanding, with one task in mind.
To see another day come and go.
And hopefully to somehow grow.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
The title much says it all. The beginning.
Nonsense
I watched from a far
Even close by
The puzzle pieces
Come together
Of trivial
Cat walk
Talk.
I’ve kept my thoughts hidden
For if the culprit discovers
I know;
Her trivial
Becomes more trivial.
Karma Karma
They chant.
Using guilt
And sophisticated words
To tare down their prey.
It is what it is,
I laugh from a far
Sometimes even close
With the culprit near me.
Maybe it’s a he?
Who could it be?
They really think I’m dumb.
When really
I’m just numb.
Even close by
The puzzle pieces
Come together
Of trivial
Cat walk
Talk.
I’ve kept my thoughts hidden
For if the culprit discovers
I know;
Her trivial
Becomes more trivial.
Karma Karma
They chant.
Using guilt
And sophisticated words
To tare down their prey.
It is what it is,
I laugh from a far
Sometimes even close
With the culprit near me.
Maybe it’s a he?
Who could it be?
They really think I’m dumb.
When really
I’m just numb.
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Posted: Nov 2010
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Cries for the dead!
I often ask myself why, for our dead we cry. If it's for heaven they leave, then why moan and grieve? It's common when they depart, we're filled with broken hearts. Heaven is a good place; filled with love and grace! It comforts spirit and soul; that's what we been told. Is this faith a sham? And the truth: we're damned! Are we lost to eternity and our belief blatant hypocrisy? Help!!: solve the mystery why; for our dead we cry. If heaven is where we ascend, shouldn't death be glorious then?
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
food for thought!The Mask
The mask I wear is just an illusion
Put on with haste to cause you confusion
I hide behind it all my shame
When I look through it you can’t see my pain
The mask I wear is surreal
For with my true self you could not deal
The demons it hides deep within
Those unholy creatures are my darkest sins
Lewis
Put on with haste to cause you confusion
I hide behind it all my shame
When I look through it you can’t see my pain
The mask I wear is surreal
For with my true self you could not deal
The demons it hides deep within
Those unholy creatures are my darkest sins
Lewis
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
This poem is about the mask everyone wears witch hides their true self. I hope to meet someone who I can be my true self, take the mask off, I would like the person I meet to be able to do the same. it's all about honesty.LYCANTHROPE
People walk the streets at day,
but at night no one go out,
A creature stalks the alleys and woods,
a beast that's tall and stout.
The moon grows full for three whole nights,
and terror strikes the town,
lock your doors and draw your drapes,
when the sun goes down.
A howl will pierce the midnight air,
like a wolves lonely cry,
the paper will tell of a horrible death,
and how one has died.
You'll need silver to kill this beast,
for it cannot be done with lead,
it takes courage, strength, perfect aim,
before this beast is dead.
Many came and many tried,
and many more will come,
shots are heard and horrible screams,
and yet the beast lives on.
but at night no one go out,
A creature stalks the alleys and woods,
a beast that's tall and stout.
The moon grows full for three whole nights,
and terror strikes the town,
lock your doors and draw your drapes,
when the sun goes down.
A howl will pierce the midnight air,
like a wolves lonely cry,
the paper will tell of a horrible death,
and how one has died.
You'll need silver to kill this beast,
for it cannot be done with lead,
it takes courage, strength, perfect aim,
before this beast is dead.
Many came and many tried,
and many more will come,
shots are heard and horrible screams,
and yet the beast lives on.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
I like werewolves as well.Bleeding
She sits, she cries, she bleeds.
A knife in hand, her one true friend,
a special bond as hard as steel.
Outside, birds sing without a care;
a song too bright for impending night
of heartless fathers who rape their kin.
She stares at marks that line her arm;
ripples of shame from distant pain,
that fresh blood attempts to hide.
The sun still shines, trees still green,
as if to scorn those left forlorn
from mothers who walked away.
Tears fail eyes but blood still seeps
in pools of red; all words unsaid
to a cold uncaring world.
No lovers kiss as evening fades;
no heart to share, just flesh to bare
to keep a would-be friend.
She lies at rest, she feels relief
as blood congeals on wounds that heal,
but inner pains remain.
A knife in hand, her one true friend,
a special bond as hard as steel.
Outside, birds sing without a care;
a song too bright for impending night
of heartless fathers who rape their kin.
She stares at marks that line her arm;
ripples of shame from distant pain,
that fresh blood attempts to hide.
The sun still shines, trees still green,
as if to scorn those left forlorn
from mothers who walked away.
Tears fail eyes but blood still seeps
in pools of red; all words unsaid
to a cold uncaring world.
No lovers kiss as evening fades;
no heart to share, just flesh to bare
to keep a would-be friend.
She lies at rest, she feels relief
as blood congeals on wounds that heal,
but inner pains remain.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
words inspired by the suffering of someone I got to know but surely not alone in such an unfortunate reality...
After Image
In the fleeting half life,
Of an after image from a flash,
A vision,
A man who has the power,
His finger on the button,
On the other side of the world,
Others awaiting death and destruction.
In other places,
Different buttons,
Different fingers,
Still after so many conflicts, so many deaths,
Unfounded suspicions,
Insanity lingers.
Death, in the shape of bony fingers poised,
Ready to push,
Should diplomacy fail,
Listen….Shush….
Is this the eerie quiet before the storm?
Or, can we really ride the white water,
Make peace the norm?
We better hope that we can,
Or it could mean the end of days,
The end for man!
Of an after image from a flash,
A vision,
A man who has the power,
His finger on the button,
On the other side of the world,
Others awaiting death and destruction.
In other places,
Different buttons,
Different fingers,
Still after so many conflicts, so many deaths,
Unfounded suspicions,
Insanity lingers.
Death, in the shape of bony fingers poised,
Ready to push,
Should diplomacy fail,
Listen….Shush….
Is this the eerie quiet before the storm?
Or, can we really ride the white water,
Make peace the norm?
We better hope that we can,
Or it could mean the end of days,
The end for man!
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I have hope.....xxxthe silver crown
I will build an empire above, as I did below.
hunting high and low.
be as night, and reflecting day.
cosmic fire and ice.
the alpha and the omega.
as above so below.
a second hand king with a silver crown.
half and half combined fullfils a whole.
a single person, a scapegoat.
good and evil.
left and right.
hunting high and low.
be as night, and reflecting day.
cosmic fire and ice.
the alpha and the omega.
as above so below.
a second hand king with a silver crown.
half and half combined fullfils a whole.
a single person, a scapegoat.
good and evil.
left and right.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
a mirror poem, of mankinds deepest conclusion.as been founded in many scriptures/mythologies and psychology.
nothing serious really.
thanks for reading
salt rain
walking through vengeance a night of pain my sorrow crawls across the floor hitting me like salt rain a promise ill keep and that's to die in vain you make my heart hurt until i go insane i loved you i want to cut my vain as my blood is falling like salt rain
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
my sorrow crawls across the floorRegression
Clouds in my mind as my clock ticks backwards
Too hurt to alter time and set myself free
As the tick and the tock clangs all is further away, but the boy who appears as a man gets younger every hour
I catch a glimpse in a nightmare of all the pain I have been
Others fade away and partners wash their hands
Do parents know what they have done to make a childs heart fold?
City streets at night time are like a book to shock the world
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The ladies are out for a drink too many on a Friday night
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The businessman wants to get lost after the tensions of a day
In the bustling cities bodies are being sold
The killing fields may be normal and everyday things
Norms and values plant the crop that feeds the mayhem
A child screams from within the adults going about their day
Too hurt to alter time and set myself free
As the tick and the tock clangs all is further away, but the boy who appears as a man gets younger every hour
I catch a glimpse in a nightmare of all the pain I have been
Others fade away and partners wash their hands
Do parents know what they have done to make a childs heart fold?
City streets at night time are like a book to shock the world
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The ladies are out for a drink too many on a Friday night
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The businessman wants to get lost after the tensions of a day
In the bustling cities bodies are being sold
The killing fields may be normal and everyday things
Norms and values plant the crop that feeds the mayhem
A child screams from within the adults going about their day
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Posted: Jul 2011
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