Wrapped in plastic
Capped in brass
All it takes is a tap
To hear my blast
My mind eye
Like a shotgun’s spread
Wide, and devastating
My ***** like buckshot
Steel.
No words are left
To explain how I feel
But I do know this
That I will not yield
I will not kneel
I know not why I started fighting
But I know why I keep fighting
I may not be precise
I may not be new
I am of not the chosen few
But I can pay what is due
in the end my might will show through
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Lost in the grain
without the sun and moon,
just the darkness and gloom
chilled to the bone in the rain
Without direction
No plans, no desires
just a heart and worn advice
I sit in solemn reflection
If it has not always been this way
Can I walk out the way I came in?
I don't know
I'll wait till the grain drys
and my thoughts are ready for harvest
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
While((myYearsLeft.size())!=0){
byYourSide=true;
myLove++;
}
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
You may work hard,
keeping your head down.
You may keep your hand up
and mind open.
You may be friendly or introverted.
You are free to your virtues and vices
To do what makes you happy,
and spend time with any and everyone.
but never attach yourself to anyone.
That's the only Rule.
If you do, they'll all leave you,
and take with them all you had.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Lives among us never change
the story remains the same
times don't change
and most importantly neither do we
Men come of boys
rebel against their fathers
love their mothers
and hate the world they've just inherited
Women come of girls
grow apart from their shame
and blossom complete and true
ready to tend a world loved by few
Sacrifices made
are for none
are for one another
and for themselves.
Risks are taken
rules are breakn'
Smiles of ours faken
We grow to love the lost
And regret
never realizing
how good we had it
until it
like life
is gone.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
I, the bird, to this marine world
looked back up at the bastion of mine
from a new perspective.
The brass propellers,
the ‘streamlined’ shape of the beast,
seemed insignificant, to the beasts of God below.
I insignificant,
out of place,
in a way that awed a part of me
A vortex of swelling frigidity replaced the air of my world,
I spit out the tube
lurched back to my reality
My scape.
I saw the bright yellow
pale blue, above,
and a squadron of orange tipped tubes floating
about the rippling white capped sea.
The pearl again white, and pure.
The Voices fluttered about, and grins were sent our way.
I looked inside for my knot of fear,
it dissipated,
impossible to reassemble as dry sand.
water drained from my tube
outstanding figures below were gone.
All that was left was the shadow of the boat,
a couple dozen still to my rear approaching.
But the serenity and rush were gone.
The perception of the sea’s attitudes on my weak flesh,
the fear of the unknown,
vaporized like boiling ice.
The whole experience lost, and replaced.
Urgency lost, I floated about on the plane between two of God’s worlds.
Neither of which we truly understand.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
head kept low
Axe fell disrupting years of Earth's work
pulling uh'way the weeds
flattening and conforming the dirt 'round
man's grape vine
Order n' Control
Rocks, grass, and bugs removed
all in place for man's green grapes
alone in the yards
there be peace in the Order
The Order of the Man's Vines
Blow for blow the ground gave through
plants grew - none but I knew
that besides grapes none but dust would pull through
Destruction gave Order
Order gave peace
peace gave tomorrow
tomorrow plants the seeds of opportunity
and the dust amongst the dew
Look'd to the sky above
head look'd 'round
settlements reminded I of the weeds
to the sky's yard
And the yards reminded I that we aren't but
dust among the dew
in Life's Order of the Vines
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Ho' brethren
Ho' hounds of thine dwelling
Ho' men of rhyme
Ho' men of crime
Thine Fellowship dost proclaim
a size larger than mine own name
but woe to ye, tis mine to claime fame
To slander your Mother - your mistress
Without qualm - without distress
To the ladies of god I do impress
No matter your efforts I do protest
I am the duke, you a mere governess
to ye I ask
dost thou even hoist?
To carry 10 to 12 boys before mine pits moist
My morals, my appeal
are none to be contended with
always greater than yer' zeal
Mine own rhymes wicked from bark to pith
I dost ask ye to attempt mine own game
But prepare to be shamed.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
What could be more disheartening
than to fail those close to you
And to thus fail yourself-- watching success depart
No goal, no ambition
No passion, no itchin'
I know not who I am, to I
to others' outside my mind's eye
No longer a longing.
A world outside
One separate in
If they do not care
why should I
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Dried whisps crack
The skeletons of dreams once had
to dust and never back
Cool wind tugging at patience
the sun's warmth barely enough to be glad
to have hope without being fallacious
it's a hard trick -- you must be gracious
hold tight to the paths we know
hung on the weak- we shake in the wind
tenaciously we hold
grasping for future bright -- and bold
the future white -- and not yet told
someday you'll share your tale
spread you seed, bask in the sun with glory
but the sun will set without fail
and winter's bitter cold will come for me
tenaciously we will hold
grasping for the past bright -- and story old
the past white -- and yet to unfold
z.m.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC