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Jan 2015 · 774
the abandoned road
V Jan 2015
I was once a busy road
With people, carts and many a toad
Travelling over me
A father scolded his son
And the mother said "let him be"
I fell in love with the sun
I still remember the dew on the leaves shining
And birds chirping and dancing
When it was raining
Then one day
When everything was peaceful and gay
Suddenly there came
The screaming of a dame
The hobbling of the lame
I knew it was mount Vesuvius
But then shouted senator Octavius
"ni desperandum!"
"and find me more ***!"
He was drunk  when the lava swallowed him
He died, screaming and cursing his whim
Because I am made of lime
I never died
I cried
I tried
A thousand years later
A shepherd saw me
While tending to his sheep's litter
Many people have tried to find me
But I am hidden
Forever.
This poem is set in the time of the eruption of Mt Vesuvius. The word phrase "ni desperandum" means "never despair"
Jan 2015 · 314
afraid of the shadows
V Jan 2015
I am afraid of the shadows
come envelope me in your love
you were always there for me
I can't resist
touching your soft skin
and pressing my lips against yours
don't let us drift apart
please let me play a part
in your life
I am afraid of the shadows
come help me overcome this fear
embrace me like we used to
love me like we used to
I will love you tenfold.
Jan 2015 · 281
peace
V Jan 2015
peace is truly complete
when people meet
and talk about things that are sweet
not when we make  a tank
and leave the deceased's loved one's faces blank
there is no fun
in holding a gun
and what about the lovely dame's face
when you shoot her husband in his face?
war, my friend, is a disease
that spreads like wildfire
when we burn the pyre
of our loved ones

they say violence is the last resort
but you must try and sort
the matter with peace and love
like a pretty dove.
V Jan 2015
the haven that she never reached
when the soldiers had breached
the security of her castle
her soldiers were defeated without much hassle
she ran and hit them with a pan
and then she ran
into her room
where they were sure she'd meet her doom
but she had a plan
she hid as they came in
pushing and playin
having evil intentions
but all their notions
couldn't be set into motion
as she attacked them
and smashed them and bashed them
and then she ran
but before she could reach safety's hand
some one had spoiled everything she had planned
and as the guillotine  came down she preached
"how I wish I could
go to the haven I never reached!"
Jan 2015 · 319
rebillion
V Jan 2015
rebellion
when people take action
against the corrupt
who interrupt
in their peaceful lives
with words full of lies
honey coated sweet words
music to the ear
we are glad when we hear
that we will no longer have to bear
the pain

but sir
what will you gain?
how many lives will you destroy?
until you remember
that you are only paving the way
for rebellion?
for mindless killing
of women and the innocent
for a couple of cents
everyone vents
their grief and sorrow
and then they borrow
their brows furrow
with pain
as the bullet hits their heart
families broken apart
this is the cost of corruption
rebellion, death, killing of a million.
Jan 2015 · 834
the lonely breeze
V Jan 2015
I am a lonely breeze
I flow with lots of ease
this is the story of my life
me and  my sister we love to fight
when winter comes god says "everything freeze"
and an old couple cough and wheeze
a friend teases another friend
and runs down a street with a bend

when summer comes I turn hot
and people store water in an earthen ***
trees rise to great heights
and men fight with all their might
men change and men die
but I live on forever
I am a lonely breeze
and I flow with lots of ease.

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