by Jonathan D Maraccini
Life intertwined swallows the smoke and mirrors of bitter thirst.
Thus terrible people produce monstrous dreams and have no remorse.
I see a million locked boxes full of paper faces,
any who walk among the wretched faces will endure a terrible curse.
One night, on Christmas Eve
My wounded hand was forced
The planets and the stars began to change their course
A course that was methodically endorsed
Then broke apart by the spell of divorce
And so I read
Heed this warning and learn,
she will come like a thief in the night,
and run your heart with a dagger.
She will poison the family with lies,
then leave you to burn,
leave you to die
The dark arts was stirring in my soul
Pulsating a cadence of revenge
Mumbling words I couldn't comprehend
Then a voice spoke, so now I understand
I do this not because I lack control
I do this because I can
So I turned the page and read from the book again
Lies through a mask of shame
break souls in any scenario
Shifting shadows I saw a ghost of a women in flight
So I raised my hands
Breathing these words in the night
Voco artibus tenebrosis
Goodbye home
Goodbye wife
Goodbye daughter
Goodbye life
With an echo in the house
Alone I cried
Then I heard a dark shadow speak from outside
It's going to be a nice night
Get dressed and be ready to fight
So be it, I thought
Black jacket, black gloves, black tie
Black pants, black boots
And a mask painted white
Then I grabbed the book and jumped in my ride
Drove for an hour until I finally arrived
Walked to the door then slipped out of site
Through a window I quietly slid inside
Sitting in the living room she's with some other guy
I danced in the room and yelled surprise!
He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife
She sat there in shock, then began to cry
I reached in a bag that was strapped to my thigh
I brought C4 and a detonation device
Get face down or we're all gonna die
Then I sang a song while their hands were tied
I smiled at them with contemptuous delight
Then something happened I could not deny
My mathematical perception whether it be wrong or right
Good or bad
Surrender or fight
Was distorted when my daughter walked in and said hi
I stood up, smiled then hugged her tight
I looked up and saw a helicopter light
The cops rushed in
I waved at my daughter then closed my eye's
(A few months later - in court)
Maybe like Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde came back
The Judge said will let the jury decide that
My attorney turned like a great acrobat
The defendant was out of his mind!
He claims to hear voices from another time
He didn't mean to snap
He didn't mean to kidnap
Or strap that bomb to her back
This man speaks in riddles and ryhmes
He claims this old book helped him plan the attack
But the pages are empty
Can you imagine that
Maybe he's blind
He claims he saw a half women, half cat
The defendant is clearly troubled
Or even addicted to crack
Jury of the court, his train is clearly off track
Find it in your heart and give him some slack
That is when I stood up, cleared my throat
People of the jury, your honor, may I take the stand?
If you must he said
So I stepped up and began
Let me reiterate who I really am
I am a force that chose to stay dormant
I am the big boot that stomps the little ant
Now somebody wants to force my hand
So now the dark arts is about to expand
Ready to crawl into my cerebellum
Ready to reboot and take command
Let me read from the Book again
Written 10,000 years ago by the Mage Abraham
I stood up, opened the book, and summoned an hourglass with my pen
But I was never planning to surrender my friends
The doors to the courtroom clanked shut from within
Then I fluttered my fingers and called a great wind
It pulsated with thunder, the room began to spin
The hourglass shuttered with the last grain of sand
The floor split open and the jury fell in
The furniture grew teeth then everyone ran
I smiled at the judge poor little lamb
Then a pack of wolves devoured the man
Then the wind and the wolves and the shadows of the land
Heard me say goodbye
Goodbye wife
Goodbye daughter
Goodbye life
Voco artibus tenebrosis
Then I vanished into my world of pretend
The End
VAPORSiX CREATiONS
This was inspired by dents on the pillars
Outside the porch before it began to rain
And their smoothness and dips and mountainous valleys
And inevitable destinations and their journeys
And feeling the rain before it fell, without touch,
And today will never be another tomorrow
And fleeting, transitory roughness.
This was inspired by dents on the pillars
As the foundation sank into shifting earth,
And its progressing non-smoothness
Laced cracks through the dents,
And I rumple my fingers into each notch
And feeling without touch, too,
And I remember slipping on an unsecured brick
And slamming my head against the pillar
And roughness and pain and inevitable destinations
Like hospital beds for the busted heads
And hallways for the churning stomachs.
The dents are molding from the rain
And yellowing with the oil from my fingertips
And I haven’t moved my hand in five years,
And the valleys are so deep now that I see flames dancing in the depths
But is the world so complex as that
Or is it simply same outcomes and same purposes
In an infinite score of time passing
And seven billion dents across an ornate pillar
That stands with so much pride
But feels hollow to me, is hollow.
I wish to feel each indentation
When feeling without touch won’t suffice,
But I haven’t moved my hand in 500 years
And this poem is about dents,
But it was only inspired by the honesty of them
Because it’s really about roughness and valleys
And oily finger swirls and inevitability and unsecured sameness
And the pillars keep sinking into themselves
And the dents are folding into the cracks
And I can no longer touch them with feeling.
There are smudges on your cheeks from my finger touches
And dents on your heartbeat from trying to keep mine in time to yours
And mountains in your mind that I fell for in the first place
And everything is transitory
And this poem is about the days you sought the pillars in my skull
And the night they began to sink into themselves
So that neither of us can reach them now.
There are dents on the pillars,
And it has begun to rain,
And you’ve curled miles into the folds of transitory time-passing
As if we were inspired by the dents, too.
you are
an unimaginable light,
the tongue I swallow
and the surge of you is swallowed down
and the white hands come, unfurl
come, little light to the greater whiteness
how I love you, how I have felt your fire
beaming uncontrollably in my ribcage
blossoming and swelling in my throat:
you are a thousand white moonflowers
I have to bite bloody my own lips to keep down.
and to be filled with your white light is
to shudder, like in a lover's embrace,
and you, God, is the name spat out,
a thousand thousand years in the making
and a thousand flowers swallowed down,
and how can I keep your glory closed in
when you wind me into a ball of light?
oh, but I am sick, I could curl up and die,
so strong and so violent is your love
and shivers race and tremble bright
down my spinal cord;
rip out my spinal cord, HaShem
and twist it in a polished white
spiked circle:
the beauty of a snake
devouring herhisits own tail.
Adonai, Adonai, I adore you,
I swallow your beauty down.
seems the dam is
breaking down
at last
breaking down
all of the effort
the years of work
that keep it together
tossed aside
but only for tonight
these
walls
are
crumbling
down
but only for tonight
this is all you'll see
a few clumsy lines
--you never know which
one's are about you
well,
these are--
and if you read this
like I know you will
here's to hoping you find
something worth
salvaging in this
wreckage
in the mess I continue
to make with each and
every step I take
these walls are
crashing down
but only for tonight
only for tonight
When I knew you starved; I craved;
you loved; in return I cursed;
On a sensual, emotional bliss;
Just after your long awaited kiss.
Dreams shaped up into a sweet fruit;
Love took a turn; got into a deep root;
there is an everlasting peace in my soul
amidst the violent sea storm; in a whirl;
For such a long awaited years of time;
remains a love of melody and rhyme;
I knew no other could have reached;
The gospel of love, so much preached
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Anytime, Anywhere, Anyplace.
War is a foolish way to obtain peace.
Forty-eight months after what survivors are the calling
the 'Nuclear Big Bang', Our Sun has still been unable to pierce the debris
in the Earths atmosphere, scientist and the rest of mankind fear the worst.
Religious folk pray to Jesus, Allah, Ganesh. Is this the end?
With foundations and institutions of once thought great nations lying in ruins
the oppressed are free from the tyranny and injustice
that have plagued their people for hundreds of years,
and are left to survive with next to no knowledge of
self preservation from being breast fed by the global monopolies
of the world.
Millions die of thirst and hunger in the blink of an eye.
Prominent elected officials, and elites
Pack up and leave their caves in crafts designed to orbit around the Earth
until conditions are stable for their pampered lifestyles.
That day still hasn't come and it doesn't seem like it ever will.
As we had ships leaving there were ships arriving by the tens of thousands,
Mankind would not be alone in the rebuilding of humanity....
© 2013
i think that everyone's lives are moving on
in flashes of boyfriends and best friends and plans
and my best years are slipping through my fingers
because i hate being lonely but i'm happy alone
i have the small town disadvantage
knowing there's more but being to scared to get it
stuck here by myself watching everyone i know pick a college
and fall in love
while i'm holding on to childhood
and lusting for boys i'll never get
and sometimes everything i've done
or will ever do
feels pointless
like i will never be remembered
so why should i try?
because even if i write a best seller
and get famous
(because that's what i want)
nobody will remember me
because it will all end
because i'll never be pretty
so my face won't end up on magazine covers
maybe in the back
and i won't get picked up by cute boys
maybe in a dark bar
but i'd be too afraid to go in
so i'll sit and watch out the window as my life goes by
and feel nostalgic for something i never had
(rmp)
Instant friends from the beginning, we shared the past three years.
My, the things we have been through.
I never knew it would come to
Some ending so shallow and disappointing.
Strangers shouldn’t be born from friendships.
Years of memories and laughs were made when we didn’t know
Our days were numbered. Now we slip
Under and fall right back from where we came.
Mute the tension that lies here now and
You’ll see it is not all lost.
Funny little stories that only we would get
Ring in my ears, and I cannot forget the happiness
I felt in those moments. In the
End, most high school friends drift apart,
Not knowing what will come from the new start that awaits. You are
Daring and I know you will succeed. Just please don’t forget me.
You were raised to become a shield
While I was raised to become a sword
A shield and sword have different roles to play
However, they have one thing in common
But you'll need to figure what that is by yourself
Although you won't find a quick answer soon
You will eventually find it one day
Because we have a long journey ahead of us,
Until then don't go off dieing on the battlefield before me
Since you are a shield who protects other
While I'm a sword that cuts a path for others
As each passing days go by
Our emotions, our feelings start to fade away slowly
We have seen many blood spilt before our eyes
Now it has become a daily occurance in the world we live in
But one day it will disappear in the near future we all seek to have
As the war draws to a close,
We also met our fateful day at last
Since that day changed everything
For you, me, our comrades and friends
Before we realized what had happened
You and I were the last ones left
But as you were a shield who protects others
I chose to fight in front of you
I became the sword that fought for our future
As I become fatigue and start to lose momentum
I soon find myself being struck by an arrow through my heart
My life starts to fade as I gaze up at the rainy sky
Only to realize it was your face full of tears falling on my cheeks
I had wished to have been with you in your future, but I guess that I can't now
Now days, weeks, months and even years have pass since that day
You are still full of happiness mixed with sadness in the life you live in
But as you tilt your head up towards the sky with a smile on your face
I look down at you with a smile in return
As you continue to live on with your life as it is
I'll always be with you
Then, now and into the future I'll be there for you
Because it was my dream to be with you
in these years spent searching
for one to join with on this journey,
i've learned of preference,
all i want in a future mate
is someone who laughs at my jokes
and speaks with a british accent,
i make jokes too often
for silence to be a common response,
if this is to last forever,
i need not learn of tumbleweeds
and their propensity to roll,
and i know that fights will come,
i know that there will be
words shouted, that bubble forth
like rabid froth, and i know
that in those quiet moments
that follow, there's nothing
i'd rather hear than
"i'm sah-ray".
