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Sayer Apr 2013
right sock tucked up a little bit to feel the risky air on my heel
walking in the cooling rain wetting my hair to the destination(just to be kicked out
once again)
note to self:
Double triple check next time

but the walk home is what snaps my heart and scatters it
the rain henceforth making haste puts it back together later
though in the moment in the heat of the Winter cold rain
snow everywhere in the middle of the April goddess June summer ....
so i breathe&relax; to take a moment and stop to decide where i need to be and what i need to see
and i'm there i know you know i'm there

the longest way home is a winding twisting shortcut

see
sometimes i get wrapped up in the moment of Love and Peace
some say to stop living your Dreams and Fantasies
you'll become stuck in time and you'll become a delusion
diluted and polluted in memories and that's when it hits me the most
when everyone else in the world walks away from you
or leaves you behind forgetting your very shining presence
that's the most perfect time to have dreams and fantasies
because it sure beats the hell out of what we have here.
Hope
Sayer Apr 2013
'anger is for the weak and fear is for the strong'

time to get the bathrobe off and shove it in the stomach
of a thousand whispered alibis
crooked students flowery students
running all over standing there
trying a little too hard to project myself into those conversations
about love and dreams and dances and
total upright beautiful poetic language that no one really understand
and no one will really understand
ignorance
feeds the weak and the shirtless
it's what we feel that we need to feed our black hole in the galaxy
time moves on and everyone just keeps talking about
they're young and they can do whatever you want
blaming others and parental figures for their (love&care;) rules
******* hypocrites they say
take a look at your ******* self

it takes a little bit to take a breath
hard to bring my mind back to the place where I thought people were good
and eternally grateful but no
there's a place of whispers and lies
and it's where everyone goes to
and I can't help but choke on my on anger from the disgust everyone in my Circle brings me


(bringmehopeandbringmejoy)
I know one day it will come
raining down a thousand glorious rainbows
but for now
this seems to be all
Complete and Utter Frustration
Sayer Apr 2013
‘Look, it’s just that we don’t want to see you go to Hell,’ Martha adds. They all shake their heads and agree.

‘Look, you sit here judging me and being, well, plainly to say, *******, even though that’s what Jesus was against. He wanted to spread love and peace. You keep talking about living like Jesus, which I agree with, and Gandhi, but you’re all just…mean.’

‘Jesus never said not to live like,’ David gulps, ‘*******, he died for us and our sins.’

‘Yes, yes I know he did that, but why? Why did he have to die? If he was the son of God couldn’t he just have clapped and said something around the lines of everyone is forgiven?’ I get no answer, so I keep going, ‘I guess the better question is have you even read the Bible? Or at least Matthew? I like this passage, “Matthew 5:16, Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” Or even better, “Matthew 5:43-44, Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you”.

Martha: “ John 3:16, For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

‘Are you trying to argue with me?’

‘No. I just think you ought to realize that He died for you, Sam.’

I roll my eyes: ‘Look, for the last time. I understand that, but you do not understand me. If God is so benevolent and good, why doesn’t he help the starving children in Africa? Or starving children everywhere, for that matter. Why is it our duty to help these people, if God is so good? Why is there ******, ****, ******, burning, hate, anger, greed…the list goes on, and on, forever. Dictators starving their own country, and as people we literally can’t do anything. Sometimes we can’t do anything, but does that mean God should make it our duty to go help these people, even though we almost have no way of doing it? No. You all keep worrying about how “bad homosexuality is”, and instead of being kind and caring, you just keep bashing people who are different. If it’s so bad, then God would not have allowed it at all. It wouldn’t be a possibility, but it is. And so is burning people alive, cannibalism, child abuse, molestation, **** or ****** all having to do with children. You all look at horrible shootings and horrifying acts and say “Oh, this happens because of freewill.” “Oh, this happens because we have turned away from God.” The other day I heard on the news that a father brutally ***** his teenage daughter, a girl who went to church every Sunday with her family, and from that we can assume she read the Bible, and prayed. She was a good Christian teenage girl. But while he ***** her, she cried out to God to save her, but the father just stabbed her. Twenty-three times. Crying out that she was Caesar and he was Brutus. He threw her body down the stairs, and as his five year old twins went to go see what happened, he grabbed them and drowned one in the toilet, and the other in the bathtub. This is indeed the most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You may say “Freewill” or “We have turned away from God,” But that’s evil. That’s an evil thing to say, or think. You think you’re all so high and mighty? That we have turned away from God? No, it’s God who has turned away from us. Go ask their mother, the only one in the family who survived the blood ****. You go ask her about freewill.’
I know this is prose, but I don't know, I just kind of wanted to share this. It's a mix of Sam, the character, and mine, own anger with society today, and is loosely based off of my own experiences, and what not. In other words, it sums me up.
Sayer Apr 2013
there's a place
                               illuminated
by thousands of shining stars
where Heaven looks down in a kickback smile
where your drift over the air like a goddess holding an apple

and it's a place just for you and me where
no one else will ever be allowed entrance through the invisible gates
one day we will go there to sprint among the flowers and drink from the Nectar a sign saying
Welcome to the Garden
you smile and the flowers rise and the animals run
how peaceful how beautiful this thing this dream this
(give me your heart, dear)
A shorter poem.
Sayer Apr 2013
sick to
            sweat cold to the
bone
once again home again lying down
the words the picture made by the words

such a soft sweet voice
making the drum beat gently enough to loud and louder
scream a
again

the pictures and the words make the stream flow
understand a little
just understand

check me see if it's
bro  k
en
what do i need to see the being up within me
the road to the back of me i'm walking backwards

this is not the path i was supposed to go on
but stopping to get on my knees wont help me anymore

(it is as it always is was as it always does
good to you look at you
and your imaginary dress I love it
let's go into town for a day beforehand
god, you're beautiful
i hope you know that
just the gallivanting and the laughter could make me happy
smile a little just smile
perk up
there we go
look up
let's go
let's go into
let's go into into
let's go into town for(ever) a few hours before the big Night)

[her face is my most wonderful creation
just respond and check me
unplug put on some makeup
scream inside silence and dreams]
refluff to me circiling 'round ruin everything You ruin everything
wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongRightwrongwrongwrongwrong
Sayer Apr 2013
justification sleeps embracing
                              our juxtaposition  
              confusion's schism falls

we love
Decisions are hard to make in ten words.
Sayer Apr 2013
if not a dream too
for to fly away from the wind
ironic parallelism slowly take my hand
if there's one thing there is no such thing as the promised land
or give it to me now give it to me somehow
  let it
all come down into a fiery storm of acid rain
and crumbling rubble
what's the time one minute two minutes
i've been looking for hours

where art thou
my hero
my everything

inside inside they lurk
double uu double oo
                                              i believe in the other side of the page
the part where the eye's of the teacher trick
repeating locks of joy of remembrance we're a team
remember rightly
*****
look to the                                                                                    right
yes
right there

never have i ever tried to hurt anyone

but the world is crumbling in reality
every time i drift into the Other
the world ends in a blast of darkness
but then light
only to remember at four
and for this no one can take seriously

lips bleed cracked tulips and roses
gardens die into explosions of white
children not caring that the garden is gone
but snow yes snow defines us the Us of us
our Us
mmmmmmm
takes a bit of change in season to smile
to notice
(run away with me)

the perfect dream
a friend
the girl
an embrace
a soft whisper
a kiss
never want to wake up never want to wake up

the world cries hallelujah peace
and joy to cry and peace
whilst my eyes shut
wanting to go back
the world is burning
while i sleep
the world is turning
while i wake
(never want
what am i to do noticing forever but she's the one who knows it too
not You or the other my peace and joy
an embrace
a kiss
that soft kiss i will never forget
no tests no roads repeating swirling two towers
insert love here
drink my
kiss
to wake up)
never want to wake up from this peace of mind inside of me but when i wake it will be over
until i drift away into her
oh her soft
tender
night lips
if i could find away to make this last forever i would
Streams create the consciousness
to deal with two loves
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