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A match in the sky all aglow to keep vigil
A sigh ablaze hearts' hunger fill
Chambers brilliant bejeweled with tears
I miss him that's so clear...
Dew handed clock flight it keeps tab
Future memories on the look-out
Scaling might of heights no map
Vanquishing jealousy, fear and doubt...
Lantern dotted midnight mile
Ambit of unforsaken twilight
Sky to tread upon only to beguile
In need of respite yet no where in sight...
Ribbons of murmuring sweetly disguised
Spell of the heart a charm devised
Unmasked yet veiled in lace of sheer
I miss him that's so clear...
Music swirling with lights dancing merrily
blind & deaf with the mute paint and sing
Of colors glowing invisible as it ring
Anguish & happiness blends in harmony
Rousing deep slumber's knotted lethargy
Christmas lantern 'neath the rain stands guard
flashing as it flickers sighs of musical notes
On glass hearts' deafening silence as it floats
The clock drowning in smiles of no regard
Marching with no compass on season's yard
Waves of light & sound bend to dash and sway
Ripe with thick mist soothingly caress to pierce
Upbraiding flashing memories both tame and fierce
From a chasm of maze tears sweet and bitter well forth
Christmas lantern young and old lead the way tow'rd north
City of BrickI found a kingdom in a city of iron
rough, sharp with bristles and horn
decaying rain pours fumes of death
on victims' random trapped breath
Its faded beauty's muffled cry I heard
Heard it from pure iron's heart spurred
An invisible pull a heart can not reckon
'neath layers of debris none can beckon
Wails of slavery's griping ironclad's passion
an enslavement in unending coiled succession
Once again for freedom noble blood bleeds dry
Bleeding dry on a Cross unseen nails Faith's spy
I found a kingdom in a city of brick
a vineyard redeemed in grace ripe and thick
Grape's trunk scorched yet death it defied
Defying weeds of cynics and skeptics tide
Bands of goodwill must work solidly to unite
forging inspiration into action of Faith's Light
A garden rising in the steely bog of endless night
Only hearts may know what logic resists with might
Peeling years of rust and rot fueled by Hope and Love
Revealing its heart meshed in beauty, scars, and flaws wove
Weaving scarred-beauty with threads o
Icy sunshine caressingly melt
as vapors of love float and knelt
Angels unhindered descending
in syllables of dreams unending
Hearts if but for a moment kissed
amidst distance with time insist
A winter fire within unknown, a spark unseen
Each ship sailing content and so serene
Gusts of thundery inaudible song clamor
Surfs roared and trampled in stillness tremor
Fiery icicles rattling with waves drumming
Trumpets blared mutely yet forthcoming
Felt to hear each heartbeat without a miss
'though battered with cries, sighs, glee or bliss
A winter fire within unknown, burning unseen
Each ship sailing content and still serene
Petalled dreams drifting and darting
in between snow webs and sand parting
Lanterns of light and dark lined each heart
Mysteries so bright weaved never to part
Unending love its siren a chant concealed
Distance its magic spell mustn't be repealed
A winter fire shared yet unknown ablazed unseen
Each ship seemingly sailing content and serene...
Sun is Out
Gloom and gray frosty lace obstinately lingers
Hazy fog tightly woven in veils of shadow shivers
Sun is out warmly blowing kisses of glitters
Elusive arc of sun rays I searched in nature and grace
Leap High... Dive Deep...
You are free to roam and fly
dreams of your desire so high
unhampered and unhindered
untethered and unconquered
Seed of freedom deeply planted
didn't sprout what you wanted
Wings ensconced in doubt and fear
Light struggles 'gainst night so clear
You misjudged and presumed too much
that I'll quench your wanderlust and clutch
Blocking your power to take a leap and risk
as your ambitions are ripening on an obelisk
Your freedom is not mine to take and keep
Decisions yours alone to make and reap
Sense of determination and total surrender
Winding ventures obscure engendered to ponder
Two gifts I offer you: Wings of priceless freedom
and roots of Truth founded in Love and Wisdom
Find courage to nurture, proclaim, and defend it
in an armored suit befitted and willingly commit
Ode to JK Galbraith
Brilliant mind your voice drowned and silenced
as the world waltzed and wallowed in pretense
Prisoners we are of the fog alongside history's lens
Digging, stumbling unbeknownst I fell into time's eaves
Wisdom with merit entombed as virtue on cue weaves
A voice of reason vanquished into oblivion
Marginalized, discarded as an aberration
Logic's thirst for truth unchained in suspension
Sterling errors its charms and trammel rusting
Truth's vitality crushed yet shines unrelenting
Soul of good-will flawed and imperfect you maybe
Never did you boastfully impose your will and decree
Nor did you claim you have the divining eye to foresee
"innocent fraud" political crafts of "mythical truth"
so elegant as we cursed the light preferring death and soot!
Accidentally blessed I was somehow to have found your work
While searching for answers sifting and sorting into murk
The haughty go berserk; the mighty from the challenge shirk
Somewhere I know I'll find a beacon to throw out the anchor
Lip Service Or Is It Lip Sync?Yes, a verse to start...
An echo of a searching heart
A hymn so framed as a piece of art
seemed sincere, yet its content
quite steeped in superficiality foment
Foolish is he to think Faith
True Faith is born in airy wraith
from reading Clive's works in a wink
acquiring human knowledge in a blink
only to find he needs to re-think
Human knowledge is not enough
if slavery from sin he wants to slough
Solid effort at times heroic required
if genuinely he aims for what he aspired
to claim and lay siege on Heaven's Heart he so desired...
Dancing With Love's Shadow...Beyond aimless mornings
sky's torn cloudless weeping
Pink leaves so rare caught your
shadow so bright slowly fading
Pink leaves with crisp breeze dancing
Slow dancing in untraceable paleness
Hidden in night's shades merrily spinning
with cloaked trace of doubt and sadness
Between dreams of midnight awakenings
Soft music inviting - lead the way my darling...
yet only your shadow in this starless sky I see
as the nights swallow you and I scream dissolving
Steps we take as we shuffle to trust or not
Remaining deaf to poems hearts may have heard
yet lullaby swiftly climbs and glides cold and hot
As I danced with Love's shadow -- sweetly seared - still I doubt...
Digital synth pop makes you smile
Neon dreams color your eyes
And your room dances with fireflies
I want to hold your polyphonic skin
And drink the angels of your electric virility in
Beneath the black light's ice fire glow
As the beats and the rhythms swell and grow
And 3.14 here comes the music I never heard before
Echoing through your pulsing muscles
Pulsing through your rushing veins
Rushing through the guitar's strings
Right down to the electronicore
I want to hold your polyphonic skin
So we can feel the world's shaking vibrations and spin
I want the heart of the music that lies between the calm and the restless
And the soul of the music in the times that leave us breathless
The creme de la creme of auditory expressions
The Oldest Trick in the Book
The recurring theme of malinger and tomfoolery
pushes an envelope packed with counterfeit
bills across a desk made by the hands of hungry children.
So blatant a sin as to lie to a land of suspecting
psyches is that of a rape to every thought crossing
the pathways of synapses and morality.
The clueless neckties were never clueless,
as free will is the truest catalyst to the monsters
beneath the skin of miracles, like cannon fire in an orphanage.
Deception is a talent practiced while mastered by Hell,
and surely the envelope holds origins from places of evil?
Bills, from mangled trees, grow into newer roots of evil.
Rot can be proven and believed in any walk of life
in and across the world. A thing like evil is illusive
but worth the hunt. Thus end this cycle before it expands.
It is old and respected only by the evil and the ignorant,
the breeds who are related in sin. Let never a single demon win,
and take only the challenges that ring bells in Heaven.
All Quiet?Who weighed up the price
who built satanic engines to deploy in total war
who ordaining the sacrifice
conscripting legions, reducing youth to gore?
How many would-be fathers died before
love had discovered them, paying a price
in shattered gut and sinew. Who was there to deplore
this evil squandering, this ultimate vice?
Who declared the victory, but death
who triumphed across hamlets, cities, towns,
who left fields and pastures lifeless, bereft
without the hope of harvest, while winter frowns
While whole populations die
too weak to resist the cruel disease
that raged irresistible, to belie
the empty promise men called peace.
OptimismI don't want to hear another rant,
Another sentence which involves the word can't.
All I ever hear is the moaning of the masses
Combined with the tossing of blame in the switching of classes.
What happened to joy and creativity
Which flooded the halls in Elementary?
We've gone from wonder to nihilism
Mixed in with sarcasm and narcissism.
I just want to lay back and talk about fun,
Maybe toss back and forth a pun.
But all I ever get to hear,
Is a scream of self-pity in my ear.
Maybe you could have it worse,
It's not like you've been locked into a voodoo curse.
So stop saying "Woe is me!"
And start being a little more gutsy.
Because the only way things are going to be ok,
Is if you go out and find that way.
The one that leads to a future and your posterity.
And you won't get there by going through your life covered in self-pity.
RainHave you ever felt the mud
Between your toes?
And sat there watching the bud
Fresh as it grows.
And thought "I am just carbon,
Dying with each breath.
My blood it is a dragon
Burning with that death."
Music cannot be just sound,
Neither can my laugh.
There's blood running through the ground.
I cannot do math.
Giving up, look at the sky,
Letting the grass grow,
Knowing you will not find why,
Decide to let go.
Cookie-CutterStaring into the mirror
Hair brushed and twisted elegantly
Lips coated with shimmery gloss
Eyelashes flared boldly
Cheeks artificially tinted pink
Eyes lined with purple-
Staring into the cracked mirror
Hair dull and matted from sleep
Lips chipped and chewed raw
Eyelashes limp from forgotten tears
Cheeks naturally discolored
Eyes shadowed by nightmares-
AmericanI’m a firework on the 4th of July,
I’m a crack in a bell
I’m a 4-wheeler in the mud
I’m an apple pie
I’m a Friday night football game at a small high school
I’m a Coca-Cola and a giant burp, excused with a “Sorry” and a blush
I’m a cowboy in a 10-gallon hat
I’m Thomas Jefferson, Ben Franklin, and John Hancock
I’m a businessman on the top floor of the World Trade Center
I’m a child playing with a Barbie doll
I’m a striped flag flapping in the breeze
I’m an ambassador
I’m a hamburger with extra ketchup
I’m a teenager with angst and high texting charges
I’m a soldier on the field
I’m a song
I’m a prayer
I’m a love
I’m an American.
Men's SocietyNo one likes an intelligent girl
because women are meant
to be seen
and not heard-
we stifle them with insults,
battery, and rape-
thinking their innocence
is ours to take-
and it is our job
to not care
and to not weep
for fear we become
one of them
and endure the same treatment
by our own brethren-
is the cruelty of society
Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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