....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
No man an island
yet we stand with brand
in hand, waiting
to set set alight all bridges
as we make our stand
for ourselves
over our fellow man.
We stand and watch as
killers **** then
turn the channel
seeking the next
momentary thrill.
Less and less we involve
ourselves with others
in a meaningful way
we are more likely
to be engaged in
digital play
as we die
a little more
each solitary day
If it sounds
like I am preaching
it is because I am
More to myself
than others
but then again
perhaps I am reaching
to you and others like
to those who understand
the carillion is a ringing
that, the sounds of bells
are stealing up upon us
as we ignore calamity to play,
tetris and zombie clan
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.
we the poets of consciousness,
are the translators ....
of the thoughtless thoughts
and long lost creeds
we are the heart that cries
as this world bleeds
from razors cuts
by the many thousands,
we are the recorders of the deeds
both small and large
important an seemingly insignificant.
scribes and libraians we be both
noting written word and oral oath
we partake, we give to all
but at our best we are the accord
of action and thought, deed and word
so that we reflect upon
ourseleves and others
the joy, the hate,
the hurt, the succour
the wonderment and ease,
the love and loving care
we make the hard easier to bear
we make the horrible, we make crazy
we have the ability to make the hard person care
those in despair hope...those at the end of themself
reach once more for the dangling rope
we are the fabric, the paper
on which this world is printed
we are the old gold coin
and the newly minted
we are islands with bridges between
we are understanding,
between commoner and queen
we are those who stand ready
to extinguish harmful flame
yet we are those to set hearts alight
we are those who call others
away from the game
and into the heart of the heart
into cognizant frames
we are listeners
and bell ringers both
we refine the languages
we create the quotes
we are the fresh morning
we are the new start....
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
Now I know, that feelings change their form same as the dreams change their course.
But dreams are the ones that makes you Alive and beliefs are the ones that makes you succeed.
Now I know, that every day counts and every action i make gets me closer to what I wanna and what I'm destined to become.
Now I know, that life is like a river, it has it's own flow, it goes all the way around and starts again.
It feeds the plants and plants feeds the animals,
and animals feeds the Humans, and humans feeds the Earth the moment they die,
and the Earth makes Universe grow, and Universe sets the rain that makes this space to blossom. This space between You and Me.
And river starts to flow and makes us closer.
We chrush into each other, like atoms that makes molecules, and molecules creates notion that sounds like the birds and feels like the Sun shred its rays on your chest.
It all comes to you and it all comes to me.
'cause all of this is just for You as much as it is for me, We just have to believe.
I believe and I'm asking You to believe too.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I will turn your kisses into similes
kissing you is like watching a sunset; slow, and beautiful.
Don’t tell me you love me,
simply because
your words will form metaphors in my mouth
you are a thunderstorm my heart is not ready for.
Don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am selfish,
every breath you take, every word you speak
*I will find a way to turn that into a composition of letters and sounds
for my own purpose.*
Don’t try to be with me,
simply because
I will try to trap you with my words
every space in my broken sentences will be filled with thoughts of you.
Stay with me,
I’ll turn your existence into a poem
stay with me,
I’ll engrave your name into my verses
stay with me,
stay with me,
stay with me,
so I don’t have to turn my heartache into a poem of sorrow once again.
I have not felt at ease with the world in a while,
but that has changed,
simply because
you are my world now
*everything I do,
I do for you.*
So this is a warning;
don’t fall for me,
simply because
I am a thief who is good with words,
*I will steal your love
and turn it into stories of malignancy and almosts.*
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
I'm turning the page.
All the things I said and all the things I've done
can disappear in dust.
Dust called past.
I'm gonna raise so high
with free mind and full heart.
To the ones I outgrown
and the ones that didn't understand...
I'm raising so high,
and even with your heads turned to the sky
you won't see me fly.
'Cause I'm a ******* star
and will find my place on the sky...
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
I remember the first breath of life
the blinding light of an innocent world
and the warmth of love and endearment.
I remember the first wobbly steps
through gurgles of a language only I understood
and the toothless smile reflected off my twin on the wall.
I remember the first spark of friendship
when I laughed and you laughed
and we smiled as the red string around our fingers tightened.
I remember the first pounding of my heart
when I locked eyes with smiling eyes
and I swore my heart was racing with the winds.
I remember the first ***** of betrayal
with screams and stares of hate and anger
hands trembling as we cut off the tied red string on our fingers.
I remember the first swell of pride
when I presented a night’s worth of work
and was showered with praise and adoration with smiles painted everywhere.
I remember the first door to literature
with the intoxicating smell of ink and weathered down pages
and lives spoken through words and feelings.
I remember my first shattered heart
frozen and numb with shock and acceptance
with thoughts only on why?
I remember the first light of love
through hugs and accepting smiles
adding to my growing smile and happiness.
I remember the first heartfelt separation
with happy excitement and tearful goodbyes
as I left without looking back.
I remember the first new beginning
as I stared at the foreign neighborhood
and wondered about the million possibilities that laid within it.
I remember the first dawning realization
when I stood alone and clueless
and knew that nobody would come to help me.
I remember the first timid attempt
as I spoke up and tried to connect
desperately clawing myself out of my protective hole.
I remember the first true smile
laughing and giggling and chuckling with friends
in the open air of freedom away from the confined hole.
I remember the first repeats into my shell
when being brave and assertive was too much
and the hole seemed so much more than just a jail.
I remember the first self-hatred
with fear imprinted in my eyes
and how could I let myself continue this way?
I remember the first new change
from the moldable girl who lost her way
to the fiery girl who decided to carve her own path.
I remember the first self-love
when I looked in the mirror and didn’t flinch
as I saw a beautiful girl who worked for what she wanted.
I remember many things,
many firsts of my life,
many positives and negatives,
many unforgettable moments,
which still continue on within a girl;
on and on until the end of time.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Flying so high
Up in the sky
My wings spread out so wide
Heeding from height
Appraising the sight
My heart ensue astride
Whizzing through
The bright sky blue
No thought of perch reside
Decline I may
I won't dismay
For crave for flying won't subside
For thousandth time
I'll do this crime
Just to spread anew wing wide...
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Bright as day, dark as night.
Out in the open, hidden from sight.
Some will flow, some you will fight,
but sooner or later they’ll come to the light.
Sometimes joy, sometimes disgust.
Sometimes fear, betrayal, distrust.
Sometimes passive, sometimes fuming.
Sometime you don’t know which ones are blooming.
But they are there, it’s clear to see.
Feelings are: a mystery.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
*would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation*
Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's*
Are becoming
*im telling you
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
NATURAL PRAYER__ Membis Godwin
My Lord: my God,I say this prayer not for me,
But the One in my heart_ who 've stood by me:
That my languishing sympathetic friend
Who walked with me in wilderness till end.
I pray not for Favour,fame nor wealth:
All would end soon with conquering death.
Health and friends to mary with: I don't pray
Rather,for what that would always stay
Here and here-after_ all in peace of mind.
I pray for that to in that weary-heart stand,
Watered daily by what the eyes sees,
What nose breath and what the soul feels.
May the slim Spirit grow strong and mature
And may my Friend fall in love with Nature.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC