Newest Prose Poems (416)

I walk a world of shadows disguised as light.
where men smile and act on whatever they desire.
Where dead men walk through graveyards of the mind.
Where those who are your blood, spill your own to save their own.
I am a phantom witnessing the roiling seas of human filth.
Those who say,
blessed art thou" spit words of excement.
And call it "righteousness".
We pile the heads of the damned onto walls of paper
To show all who stands against the mob
It is not okay to be a Tory.
The planks of the sailing ship are rotten
and bleeding.
we re called it "culture".
But the smell of "human" decay.
It sickens me.
Every day is another slice into the body of
Human "civilization".
When will we finally sink below the waves
to fill the stomachs of those already chained?
When will the world finally be reduced to cinders?
Maybe then, we can rebuild?
Or maybe, we will cease to be.

I have sailed these waters for far too long. I am so close to wrapping myself with the chains that hold my ship to these turbulent tides. I am tired of sailing into port and when they hear the name of my mighty vessel, they turn their backs to me. Casting me back into the ocean's vastness. I am not welcome in this port either. I am weary of sailing. I am weary with hunger and thirst. I am weary. I grow close to death and wish for nothing less than the bay of the pigs.
I shall sail into calypso's harbor to be entranced into the form of the swine i hate so. To be loved for a mere moment before she turns on me and turns me into something vile and used for the meat eaten by man. Better to be consumed than to live sailing the world with no bed to call my own or a place to drop anchor. A woman to welcome me from my voyage through the waters of death, vastness that drives men to madness. Into the west, perhaps. Into the Gray Havens. Deep into the underworld where only Hades welcomes me. I am ready to give up. I'm tired of my deppressive state and darkness, the natural reaction, being unwelcome and uncompassioned. I'm tired of giving my soul to someone to judge and being judged unworthy. I'm tired of them looking at me as vile as if i'm found under a rock, white and wriggling. The look of disgust on their face. I wish they could feel the pain within me at their look, at how they respond to me. But it doesnt matter to them or almost anyone else. I am a monster to them. And so i wander the social sea looking for someone who will love me. As of now, only calypso with her brood of swine loves me. Kiss me and turn me into something consumable. To escape this Odyssey of eternal solitude. I grow weary. I am so done. Done. Done.

I feel....me. dark. morose. angsty. it is my life. it is my world. i live in a world where i shall find someone who can tolerate my angst and issues and all that it entails and can wrap themselves around it sealing it within themselves and essentaily taking me into themselves to blend into a perfect union. That will not end in tears and angst and issues of the mind but in a perfect serendipitous union of two minds that do not question the turning of the earth but dance with it to become a singularity moving in tandem with mother and her beautyful spin.

A promise is a thing to behold
More precious than diamonds or gold
To have ones trust in your smile will beat wealth by a mile and keep you warm when it's colder than cold

So when you speak of your love to those near
Alway remember your promise so dear
Keep it warm in your heart so that when far apart
You can light up your night without fear

To be alone in the night with no promise for light
Will be a fate too awful to bear.

How amazing it is to read between the lines of every act of care , to see if it be genuine, done without expecting anything in return or done with an intent up the sleeve.
How often does a person who lends a helping hand accept verbal thanks as sufficient gratitude and not expect licking of boots as a preferable reward?
How often do orphans receive gifts ananymously without an offer for cheap adoption in compensation?
Is it still true that a cheerful giver is virtuous?
How often do the destitute, the schizophrenic, mongols,the aged-and-seat ridden, the lame, etc get justice?
How often is the speechless selflessly adjudicated for?
How often is the blind led pass a bumpy crossroad without a spite?
How often is that haggard beggar taken off the street, out of the ruins into a home with no strings attached?
But every so often, so often indeed that, if by a twist of fate that beggar turns gorgeous, and begins to wine and dine with the powers that be, a flurry display of praise- singing and showy acts of care and tenderness comes knocking at the door that i cannot help, dare to ask:
Where is true love?
True love, where are you?

God is departed
And answers no more ,
Forever is closed Mercy's door.

And now in hell
My bed I make,
Because my God
I did forsake.

He called me oft,
He called me long,
But I preferred
The dance and song.

I scorned His Love
So full and free.
And said, 'A myth was
Calvary's tree.'

I rushed along
At maddening pace,
Spurning each day
His saving Grace,

Until at last death
Sounded its knell
And I awoke in the
Flames of Hell.

I thought perchance
There'd be some friends,
But OH, my God,
They're only fiends!
Not a smile or word of cheer
Do I hear,
Only the screams
Of horror and fear!

Remorse, REMORSE,
What a terrible thing
To remember, here,
How mother did sing
Of 'Amazing Grace,'
'His Love for me,'
'I've found that gift,
So full and free'.

O,for a chance again to hear
The worship chimes
Play soft and clear.

But no, there'll
Be no song,
Eternity's long;
ETERNITY'S LONG!

But I chose myself
This bitter part.
I would not give
To God my heart.

The Fiends of Hell
My heart strings rend
And cry,
" Forever ! This can't end ".

I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how love go's that way I would of follow you too the end of the world but you just wanted to play I ended up getting a cold that day soaked to the bone standing all alone as you went astray in a fabrication of reality you washed away but like a repress dream upon my shores repeating in my head forever more

I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabulary today not feeling sorry for my self I wish i was right but like a kite in the wind with out a tail between my legs it's time to bail an bound to fail these tides of times well never unveil what ya say say we call it a day

"I'll send icy cold through to your bone."
"What's that you say,
you don't like my tone?"

"It's Winter now, the time of chill,
freezing weather that helps me kill"

"You'll feel the full force of my breath,
and my only aim is your death"

"So wrap up warm, as I like a fight,
if I don't get you now,
wait till the night"

"My constant force will take its toll,
and come the morn, I will have your soul"

"I'll persevere and never abate,
I need your demise to fully sate"

"Evil resides deep in my heart,
you knew you'd lose right from the start"

"Come Spring my attitude will change,
I'll be warmer then, it will feel strange,
At that time it's life I'll bring,
but right now, that's not my thing"

"Hand in hand with 'Death' I walk
so enough, enough, of this talk."

"You can't escape me any more,
I'll even creep under your door,
lock me out, not a chance,
watch the curtains, as they dance"

"On my shoulders I bring disease,
and spread it about as I please.
So final words from you my friend,
as I have decided,
this is your end."

I am a little insect
and I've just grown some wings
but what I wish I really had
is something sharp that stings

For flying up in the air
seems dangerous to me
with wasps and hornets up there
and the buzzing bumble bee

I've got nothing to protect me
from their nasty bites
I'm very ill equipped my friends
to get involved in fights

So I think I will stay down here
among the worms and bugs
They seem a much more friendly lot
especially the slugs