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addiction, anxiety, child, death,
Kids were playing outside, in the playground.
Swing, slide, sandbox and Mary-go-round.
One was sitting inside, with bottle in one hand.
Thought of things that will never be comprehended.
Paper notes on the table, sketches of ideas.
Scrambled, messy, illogical, the Arcadia.
Revolver in the other hand, with bullets that wisely shine.
Shot was fired, point blank range, never miss.
Kids were still playing outside, in the playground.
Played, played, played, as death never be found.
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
allegory, angst, death, dedication, depression, faith, forgiveness, health, introspection, life, loss, lost love, people, philosophy, recovery from..., religion, sad, socialmirror,
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
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
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
flood my life’s hard bound chapters
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face
which was once filled with laughter.
childhood, confusion, death, life, loss, lost love, sad,
passes through memories
down mundane streets
available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
to a childhood lost to
James Marshall Goff
Like embers smoke wrought;
Ashen faces turn to stone,
And songbirds silent gaze
Upon less fortunate hearts
.... As dreams drift by
addiction, death, literature,
The frowning light of my desk lamp, the voice
of hell dissolved in strongest alcohol,
my drunk and naked shadow on the wall…
The printed wiki photo of James Joyce,
who died of stomach ulcer, shakes his head,
seeing I drink Laphroaig from the inkwell.
It is all right for you, James, you may well
speak of addictive practices: you’re dead,
you’ve been a famous novelist but I
yet have to be a famous and to die.
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death, peace, morning,
Rolling hills majesty, lush grass for the surrounding space
Overlooking two white horses from a fairy tale across the way
Masses of flowers to be seen flowing in vases made of strength
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place
Vibrant luminaries around each piece shine in the night air
Their story told on celebrated markers placed precisely everywhere
People will come to visit, kneel, and talk of the days before
This is the loved one’s home now and the caretaker is their saving grace
A hush of dew in the morning dusts this peaceful place.
©Holly P. Moore
death, innocence, insect,
Eight dark spots
And a faded orange shell
Against cream fabric
On my pillow
education, fear, health, imagination, peace, recovery from..., sympathy, uplifting, life, beautiful, me, pain, beautiful, life, me,
Help me please let me out i am trapped in my pain. The life i live is insane inside my pain
you can't see. Every day this pain i must embrace i try to tell but i am told don't you
dare. Your life is full of beautiful things mine is full of dirty things. I am young and my
body is beaten and bruised all my life i have been abused. On my face i show my pain
please help me unleash my pain. I want a life of beautiful things not a life where i am
forced to do dirty things. Can you help me stop my pain so in my mind i can stop the
Are you death
Why yes I am
Is that who you called
Is that what you want
I am also life
If that's what you want
So which is it you seek
Centuries of faith I see
Have passed between us
There is love between us
Is there, not sure I see
You might wanna get your
Priorities in line between us
If I am death, are you afraid
And better yet, should you be
What do you see in memories
More positives, more negatives
Could it be you are a companion
To death, And not even know it
Standing on the edge Strong,
passive, calm, serine !
death, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, nature,
Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak
My days have reached there peak
I can and only think
To express this missing lost trink
With destanys that have not been seen
From the likes of any beings
I cease to exist now with altered perception
indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection
My etheric body which does not have a physical form
Is on a path that cannot be walked upon
This cannot be seen, heard or felt
But can only be reached by knowing ones self
allegory, childhood, death, dream, happiness, heaven, history, hope, life, love, miracle, on writing and words, peace, people, philosophy, hope,
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
change, emo, emotions, farewell, first love, for him, grave, grief, heartbreak, heartbroken, imagery,
I buried you with love in the coffin of my heart,
When I realised that it was just a graveyard
Where people were born and they came for a short ride
And then decide to switch to a new life.
They leave the roads of my heart beyond repair
And now only meant to be an abode of farewell.
So, I hope you face a lot of love as I watch you embark,
And live an immortal in someone else's heart.
For love is not a luxury I can receive,
Because I was never a perfect fit.
death, love, rain, sad love, suicide,
For months, I waited to embrace her,
And then she came,
I cuddled her with no shame,
Standing naked under her presence,
Like the broken door of heavens,
She hugged me with impeccable love,
Smiled and presented a shove,
I was lost in her million eyes,
And then I begun making love with her...
Sucking her lips under her,
I opened my eyes and realized,
That every word she said, she lied,
I dint lie the only person who kissed, cuddled and made love to her...
Every person under her, she loved,
I crawled back into my abode,
Slashed my vein, and showed,
The love for her, as my blood mixed in her tears,
She wept, and there, forever, I slept.
abuse, dark, death, evil, horror, love, psychological,
Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper
Cut me with your love
Then graze me with affection
Dip me in your world
Of damaged imperfection
Addicted to those dark eyes
Suspense of a frozen look
Soft feelings on my back
Before the thrust of a rusted hook
Ah but I like those dark eyes
And the uneasiness I feel
When I hold onto broken glass
You rest my head down on the steel
Addicted to the prick
Contamination that surrounds me
Rip my skin off piece by piece
At peace every time you drown me
Scabs feeling coarse
I like it like sand paper
Those dark eyes on me
Like a candle-wax scraper
cat, death, sad,
On the road.
analogy, dark, death, evil, fire, scary, sin,
Dradogorus the fire spitting dragon Guard Dogs of hell
impatiently awaits to raps their tongue, sink their fangs and fling
thieves, adulterers wife beaters and dictators into these bottomless pits.
Here you'll stays and rots into the fiery pulp flowing
down and down these molten rivers of no return.
11/1/2015 © A. JUman - The "said" Poet
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DEATH HAS NO GLORY
For those who love life, death has no glory.
What pharaoh would not trade
His pyramid, myriad years in the building,
For forty seconds worth of fresh air
Blowing over the Nile with the scent of
White lotus on the breeze
And the fluty song of the golden oriole?
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All that is owed and due now comes!
death, depression, life, peoplewater, drink, water,
If we are such a great civilization then
why is there a lack of money ?
As we sit down and watch TV
Others die starvation and poverty
as we drink clean water from a tap
Others drink dirty water thats slowly
killing there heart
As we get up and go to the shop
Others walk seventy eight miles
and come back dead from the
skin boiling heat
As we go to the fridge and there
is plenty of food
Others kill precious animals in
order to survive
As we go to sleep in our comfortable
Others fear for there lives and most of the
time the never wake up
death, deep, murder,
Contemporary words hath I evaded,
Sweared to swear thine,
Fo' the respect o' thee faded,
Throwed me, e'ry words o' fame thou lied,
Only for t'se blasphemious plight,
Curious cherishity o' mine birth hath taken,
Quiet blade o' thy palm, hath rest broken,
Unrelated bloods' related as blood,
Mates, masked t'en thy hath brought me to cut,
Tranquil drops o' life, heat kisseth, fast flow'th,
Taste o' t'se machetes, my body tast'th,
Final screams 'n my mouth, silence stuff'th,
Drops o' my own blood t'en blind'th me,
Lips o' thy blade seal my n'ck with t'at kiss,
Final beats o' my heart 'n thy hand pumpeth,
Mysterious reas'n attract'th my death.
ELVIS LYONGA LIEVE
bereavement, betrayal, dark, depression, education, emotions, evil,
As dark as night
You are nothing but agony
Misery ,separation, cries , death ,hate
Perpetrators once my
Friends, neighbors, colleagues, companion
Transformed to haters.
GERMANY , EX YUGOSLAVIA ,RWANDA ,BURUNDI
You patrolled with negation
See ,see now they walk
Head bend ,shame on their faces
doubts in them , repentance they seek
We pardon them, come changed compatriots
Click clack boom boom
Click clack boom boom
Cling cling chop chop
Babies, women ,men ,young ,old
Never ,never again
bereavement, death, deep,
Under the clanky aluminum conduit
I sit easy eyed, watching
My work boots, drink up rainfall
The lively band above
Reprises once more
Her thunderous piece
Perking up the dog ears
Breaking decibel charts
Notes striking between clouds caress
To release disdain or sorrowful mourn
Release a tsunami of tremor
Heard from the apple boughs
To the endless pastures
Oh, but soon enough it shall pass
Movin' on south, as we tip our dampened cap
Knowing we’ll be on our way
Akin to the skies sliding on south
An emergence from darkness, one day
Ameh Comrade Godwin
Father, grandfather, great-grandfather
I’ve heard your cry
Far from the dungeon
Inviting me to the tearless
Where my plights would be addressed
But you know father,
I can’t come now!
I’m just a mundane street roamer
On this desolate street of Ai-Igado
In quest of my lost turtle dove
To forfeit to Ichekpa
Which you left unappeased
I can’t lodge in a shattered home
So says the Akpandede*
*Akpandede is swift (a bird) in Idoma language in Nigeria
allegory, bereavement, bird, death, feelings, grief, image, imagery, loss, memory, pain,
You are here.
in the tree outside
in twilight silver leaves,
the silent red hawk
for the mouse, just now hidden
in the brush.
You are here
in the amber light
in the tender hour
between day and night
as the mouse lifts its grey head
You are here,
in moonlit shadow,
of talons and beak
fierce love and sorrow
death, drink, grave, grief, loss, scary, truth,
Scraps of metal
Surround the trees
Lying on the leaf covered floor
Smoke still rising
From the smoldering engine
Heating the leather interior
A headlight makes a path to see
The other in front
A shattered windshield
Shows the flesh torn body
And the beer cans that