"No More Pain"
There, he hid alone,
In the dark, bleak, cold.
Seeking some warmth,
His arms were fold.
Dust and blood,
The scent of rain.
The terrible screams,
Made him feel pain.
He couldn’t see,
It was so dark.
But, within the darkness,
His blue eyes spark.
He breathed, for air,
He lost his leg.
He closed his eyes,
“Take me home” He’d beg.
In the long, cruel nights,
In the dark, full moon.
He would only remember,
The warm sun of june.
He had his share,
Of death, and blood.
His wet, ripped boots,
Were stuck, in the mud.
“No more pain,
No more death”.
He whispered to himself,
Struggling, for his breath.
As bodies piled,
He just felt broken.
A gasp, escaped him,
For their eyes, were wide open.
Durga in She
Warm, sheltered frame, tender heart
Little girl delightedly arrive the world
Bright and joyful, safe and secure, she believed
As men bow down and pray to the She lord.
Her home filled with love and faith
Brilliantly safeguarded her wholeness
Curiously pondered on the world outside the home
Would be bright and joyful, safe and secure
As men bow down and pray to the She lord.
Stepped outside her blessed shield
Got entangled in the scary ropes
The beautiful world suddenly played a cruel role
Whenever she ran, many watched her go
Many minds, eyes, strength shackled her soul
Once the safe and the secure world
Became the unguarded, unheard, and unsaid hall
Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.
Many touched her and go
Play with her extant and throw
Bruised heart, wounded skin
She kept herself...
Noose Tied around the Moon
I went around town looking for a quick way to commit suicide because everything around me seems worthless,
Everyone's now looking for joy in materialistic objects,
All stuck in the matrix, programmed to not ask "out of the box" questions,
What's the purpose of living?
Does life have any meaning?
If so, why is it missing in my dictionary?
A month ago I drank rat poison,
Hoping to die but
It actually tasted like a magic potion
And I swear I heard a voice inside my head saying "look for better options"
Without a peace of mind I know my life costs no fortune,
I have had my share of love and she left me crying out a monsoon,
I can already hear the people who despise me say "gone to soon"
As they watch my body float in the sky hanging on to a noose tied around the moon.
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Go Ask Alice
Go ask Alice in her padded cell
how she took a tumble and fell
down a rabbit hole of illusion
now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion.
Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium
how she surrendered to her delirium
of smoking caterpillars and a grinning feline
whose attached to an Intravenous mainline.
Go ask Alice about her sanity
how it vanished in this asylum of rhapsody
in a fog that is translucent and hypnotic
in her Wonderland of painted narcotics.
...You See
You see my smile but you fail to see my pain
you see my sunshine, but ignore the rain
my tears flow
my heart smokes from the fire burning my soul
you hear me laugh, but fail to see me cry
you see my dance, but fail to see me fall
you see the mountains I have climbed, but fail to see the trenches I've had to crawl through
my tears flow like a waterfall
you only see my life, but fail to see I'm dying inside
tears flow
heart smokes from the fire burning my soul
You see my accomplishments, but never how hard it took me to get thre
you see the goals I've achieved, but never my failures
you see the shine in my eyes, but never the dark clouds over head
my tears flow, I am drowning
you see me, but never truly see me
tears flow
my heart smokes from the fire burning my soul
Quarantine Suitors
Who knocks at my door ?
At this pandemic hour
It is the CDC coming for me
Asking me questions
My neighbors are running from me
My love is virtual
I speak to you but I don't
I could see you but I won't
We are connected
Because I love you and you love me
You don't see anyone but me
We stay home to protect ourselves
And others, others, don't see others
You're American you're hearty
You party real loudly you smarty and sadly
You do what you want when you want to
You do what helps you if you've got to
So who knocks now ?
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The Eye of the beholder
Those eyes that can reflect heavens on earth,
turning earth expression into constant birth.
Pilgrimages to You from within as servant,
sacred dwellings of worship and its current.
Compassionate visions radiate in true ideal,
provided natures phenomena and eternal.
Seeing flower footprints as godly dancing steps,
veneration of space as formless love effects.
Immensity of celestial majestic display,
presence without doubt from Your heart at bay.
The soul as compass pointing towards that behold,
crossing the ocean of life facing the storm so bold.
The eye of intuition never deceived,
hidden mysteries given liberty received.
The domain of every soul in its own sphere,
multidimensional observer reflecting to take care.
The magical glance poured into every child exist,
starving kisses enf...
Among memories
I watched him! He was there every day and stared with enchanting roe deer eyes, and there he always stepped one step in front of me, as if he were secretly leaning towards me: he was leaning gently on me with his amber curls and wishing for shelter beside me! "There's always some cracked vulnerability left!" The stern eyeballs were also amarra: Execution squads, murderers, examined the unfortunate speaker, while in his awkwardness he failed, failed, or somehow went down. "But where might He have looked, where did a burst of nimble clouds step?"
In the emptied and worn summer maturation, his cold and warm atmosphere stretched his temper. Only loneliness is what left me with loyalty, as an acquaintance. Where a camp of preachers aged in the valley-cauldron of mountain giants represents moral values, as in their words faithful orator-prophets represent Unity daily!
too intrusive to be true
let’s both play a game of truth, you can tell me lies
and i won’t know because i can’t look you in the eyes
suicide is dangerous
because i will die alone
so please just shoot me in the head and hold my hand before i go
and i hope i rot in hell
and i hope i rot in jail
and i hope my death is celebrated
and let’s go back to the hotel
i can crumble in the bathroom
drink wine that’s mixed with piss
and i wanna hear you in the bedroom
so i can remind myself that nobody will miss me.
i hope i rot in hell
i hope i rot in jail
these thoughts that i have are enough
to excuse my murder in the court
please just say it was self defense
please make it make sense.
Juxtaposition..
Juxtaposition..
The arts do it..
Knowing two as One
Is a saving Joy..
Add a third and more and
Form seems to approach
Formless..suggesting
One..
The arts point and invite
A journey's End...
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