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The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear..... what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?

Like Dracula's cloak... a silence floats... Crawling in the black night air
Mystic rush from my lips.... what is haunting me?
My hand stretched out to test the fear... This should I dare?
Deepest fog clutch my senses.... Such a strange nightly air
The night time is calling..... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear.... what is haunting me?

Each illusion spinning round.... sounds inside sounds
Spinning on for--e---ver mooore
Hallucinations have their place..... not where to haunt the mind
This darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?

The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear what is haunting me?
The wise owl hoots a way.... round a crooked bend
Something crawls down my spine.... as old as wicked sin
The night time is calling.... winding through the trees
Darkness breath to my ear... what is haunting me?

I know somewhere there is peace,
I'm waiting for the day,
Along life's path I keep searching,
Hoping to find the way,

It's lonely here alone inside,
My windows allowing in no sun,
Crying as I endure someone else's pain,
The torrent of memories just begun,

THE CRUSHING OF BONE,
THE SHREDDING OF SKIN,
HER HEAD TWISTED COMPLETELY BACKWARDS,
HIS HORRIFYINGLY DEVILISH GRIN!

Scorching steps through my minds' parched scenes,
Sidelong glances at forgotten dreams,
No water here, no food, no one to care,
Forever locked,
Into my,
Alone Inside,
Stare.

Come to me all you insulting people.
Come and unleash your vitriol
I must possess something that fires up your hate
And my presence hypes up your excitement

You'll never find anything good on my posts
Nor can you see anything beneficial in my opinions
Like a snake you prey upon me
While your loyal fleet of armies join you for the kill

Ah but I know deep inside of you
You are weak and coiled in pain
Lert me tell you one last time
Your efforts are all wasted in vain.

And I, own the last laugh....


This is dedicated to those that will never see the truth.

I awake by a long lonely highway with visions of death all around
And my memory goes back to last summer to a town and a girl I had found
Through the mist I can see her now walking...
In a meadow made green by the rain...
And I see the good times that we had there..
And the heartache the misery and pain...
Yes to me that last summer was heaven...
For I thought I had made her my own...
But I woke on a grey rainy morning to find that my lover had flown..
I remember all this very clearly and I think of the fool I have been
And I ask myself was it all worth it...
All this heartache and hurt for a dream?
The white mist is now settling around me..
And I suddenly feel very old..
Soon this sad heart of mine will stop beating..
And no longer I'll notice the cold...
Soon I'll sleep by a long lonely highway..
With visions of peace all around..
Where the Angels are waiting to greet me...
And my kingdom at last I have found...
By a stream near a long lonely highway..
By a meadow a quiet peaceful scene...
In a crumpled up wreck on the floor of a gorge..
The dreamer has dreamed his LAST DREAM.

I see poems written on walls
Colours, rainbows, gardens and waterfalls,
I seek the universe in a grain of sand
And only find a pull that keeps me on the ground...
I see children playing, daydreaming,
Building castles, screaming, laughing,
I seek inside my inner child
And wonder why it went off wild...
I see lovers holding hands,
Kissing, hugging, sharing a band,
A tight rope that unites them
In time of hope, of love or shame.
I see myself walking through life
In endless pain, troubles and strife...
But I'm not dead, just off the rail
And as always, fragile and frail
I see my life going nowhere
Without aims or goals, no sense or dare..
I seek again inside of me
A truth, a voice, a friend.. maybe?
But I'm alone amongst strangers
Who have no time for my angers
I see faces, smiling at me
When all I want was them to see
That I'm alive, like all of them
With their routine and their problem
And if I come across like different
It's just a phase, just a moment..
I seek for God, the one above
To light the path from his alcove
But all I see, are bright yellow
Rays of sunshine through my window...
I see poems written on walls..
Please tell me you see them all...
Please tell me I'm not dreaming
I see life form... but it's fading...
Grant me Goddess the noble heart
And touch thy soul that falls apart
I'm not perfect, I'm just weakened
By carrying heavy burdens..
Grant me Goddess to see the day
For all of us to live at bay
From hatred, violence and crimes
I want colours, poems and rimes..
But all I get and all I see
Is market place and covered mall
Shopping centre full of people
Walking about, searching a deal
A cheaper shirt, a mobile phone
A bargain bag, a pair of jeans...
Money will kill all of our dreams...

Franche... 02/2015

Without you my day is long
It continues with no regard of feelings
Like a cold heart without emotion
In me you will find no feelings of love
They have abandoned this heart like a sinking ship that collided with an unseen iceberg
Large enough to capsize an oversized yat
Leave this vessel
For I have sunk into the ocean
Down I go
Into the deep, dark waters of my life
I will not take you with me
I refuse to
Find dry land to grow
Become the women that you are meant to be
Become a strong women without me
I did you wrong by being out of your lives
I was not worthy of you

Knock knock... it's 'Pain'
undesired and devoid of humane
If you don't know me you will
I'm impossible not to feel

From me nothing can hide
in me all inevitably reside
Often suicides the only mend
like time I'm til the end

Like evil I perpetually lurk
eagerly awaiting next poor jerk
I'm especially significant with love
there I shine at the end of

That's right I'm PAIN
the epitome of VAIN
My relevance nothing can top
shattering lives I'll never Stop

Like life I'm completely unfair
we both conducive to despair
Like a dreaded terminal disease
I'll have you begging "Please"

Never think it's me you'll lack
when least expected "I'll be back"

She stood in the shadows screaming 
Never saying a word 
She looked in the distance wailing 
Never seeing a soul 
She listened for a long time moaning 
Never hearing a sound 
Her tales are endless 
Tales of anguish 
Tales of pain 
Tales of sorrow 
Tales of shame 
Wounds that never seems to heal 
Misused and abused not respected but rejected 
A woman of much scorn 
She was tarnished 
She has lost all affection 
She hated to be touched 
Hated to be embraced 
Hated the sight of all men 
They tormented her 
She was overwhelmed with panic attacks 
They gripped her painstakingly 
Her cries for help were never heard 
She sort refuge in dark and dismal places 
She shun every crowded street to trod down lonely places 
A safe heaven a comfortable get away for her 
Day in and day out she lived in constant fear.....fear of being rapped 
Fear of being sodomized 
Fear of losing sanity 
It bereaved her 
Every look every stare accelerated the blood running through her veins and paralyzed her soul 
Those looks brought shame and guilt to her she was sure that everyone knew what she had done how terribly bab she was 
She was badgered by criticizing thoughts 
Was it me? 
Did I encourage this? 
Did I welcome this awful tradegy? 
Was I to be blamed? 
God gave me a mouth,why did I not say anything? 
People must think I'm slack to have allowed such things to happen 
That's why it continues to repeat itself again and again and again 
She was angry sad bitter 
The hurt the pain and the shame were more than she could bear 
Her emotions formed a whirlwind in her head 
Death seemed to be a comfort for her, she sought it but it never came 
She was burdened and wanted to be set free 
She searched tirelessly for a getaway but her back was against the wall freedom was not in sight. 
Moments of intimacy were torture to her...passionless 
She felt nothing 
Thought nothing 
Said nothing 
She laid there motionless pretending it was all good but in essence she was never really there 
She felt violated 
She wanted to scream but her voice was all choked up 
She wanted to lash out but her hands were all coiled up 
She wanted to push them away but she was comatose 
They were predators heartless demanding criminals 
Who tore through her flesh ruthlessly 
Invading her private space and defiling her childhood 
They robbed her of her innocence by attacking the very roots of her being 
The most precious part of her existence 
Self gratification did nothing to ease her pain 
Neither did excommunication 
Being pregnant was the epitome of her distress 
She hated the one who had impregnated her 
She wanted to strangle him kill him he was a demon in her eyes for no good and decent person would do such a thing 
She was a great mother inspite of her struggles but there were times she couldn't bring herself to embrace the male child 
Not that she didn't love him but after all he was a MALE 
I saw her and I knew 
Her eyes said it all, they're the window to her broken troubled soul 
Her crushed spirit and her messed up mind 
She was overshadowed with a spirit of heaviness 
A damsel in need of healing words warm hugs 
Reassuring word and undivided attention 
She needed someone to show they 
TRULY 
Someone to put this ragging tempest to rest 
But no one took the time 
No one shared her pains 
No one saw her tears 
No one saw her scars of misery and no one that was anyone belived her story. 
So she kept it all bottles up inside fermenting an animosity and distaste for all men 
Pinning away in her despair but never giving herself away 
A black woman of many pains 
Imprisoned in her own Guantanamo Bay 
Trapped by shackles she sort to break 
Her suffering were boundless they ran deep beyond the ocean floor 
High above the starry skies and lengths across the width of the earth 
She had dreams

Rivers of tears running
On the faded wool
Clutched on my shivering
Pale body, weakening
Ingrained with a malady
With no cure
Yet the reassuring hope
And lovely thought
Of my serene childhood
While's yet refuses to part
On the body that turns to dust
Like twisted limbs of my memories
Trying to reach and remold
The foundation of my youth
And as the counsel is cast
Upon the shores of eternity
While the fortress of my will
Is fading into oblivion
The anguish of DEATH escapes
One more time as I
Witness the birth of a new morn


If only to breath one more day..


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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:46 PM CST
About this poem:
I have never felt so close to my destiny and as the battle scores me away, I will not go without a fight.

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