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 Nov 2015
Even if I spend the whole
Day with you,
I miss you the second you leave.
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Sep 2015
All artists are born with magic in them,
They use it to create beautiful things out of thin air
Though I've found that none could ever compare
To that of the wonders by your hands

You were born to shape the world
To twist and bend it to your design
I was surprised when you choose me as your canvas
Molded me to perfection and titled it 'Mine'

You once told me that I was your muse
A body so full of untapped beauty
That it was criminal to hide

I told you I know I'm not much
But I'm all yours, so take me
And rearrange me into something worth your love

You made me feel beautiful and I loved the attention
You told me to close my eyes and use my imagination
And when you gave me wings and told me to fly
I did so without any hesitation

If I would've just opened my eyes
I would've seen the truth
An artist lives off the high of creation
And once they've finished they're through

While my back was turned
And I prepared to take the fall
You were off to find another canvas
Another muse to use up
 Sep 2015
I don't want anyone
to see through my picture gallery
cause they might see the things
and the people
*I'm afraid losing
 Sep 2015
they record the untold stories
about those moments about us
how they were shaped the way you like
the first time we met that lovely night
then they got awfully long
as long as our endless fighting song
until I cut them off again
so they stop tickling your nose
when you cuddle me like chain
but my favorite memory they record
is the fact that you're there
watching them grow overtime
brushing them off of my face
kissing them softly before I sleep
filling their space only with your trace
 Sep 2015
Bassam A
Something between us came and gone...
Thought it was love or lust or desire
But if love comes to our hearts with worry!
It does not leave or knows to end the furry!!
Tis only a cloud with a drift passing by ...
In a dry desert with a hot sun in the sky ..
My sweat of love evaporated off my skin ..,
My blood dried out and my heart stopped beating ...
I am not like yesterday.. My love is cured ..
One side pulling on the rope.. won't tighten the love even if the rope is tight ...
I dont deny that my love became heavy on the one I desire ..
There lyes my heart dead engulfed in flame and fire ...
She came and weeped at my heart crying really hard ..,

She said forgive me Bassam .. "I am too cold"
Her tears started dribbling down a little stream to my heart nub ...
And suddenly she heard my heart say "lub ... dub"
And some how my heart recouped from death absorbing its sorrow ...
It's started to beat with hopes of love and desires of tomorrow...
It rose in hopes of love of golden yarrow
She was happy to see me and wiped her tears ...
She said .., "Let's start a new beginning free of dismay and jeers" ...
"And endless love without delay"
"Away from false hopes and blame"

"Something with lust and without shame!"

I said "I am here ... my love is tamed!

"Take me on with lust ordained"

"I admit to you that my love has changed"
She said "Forever now ... you are locked within" ...
 Sep 2015
Bassam A

Destiny starts with a step


Rain starts with a drop


Love starts the feeling sad


You started my love non-stop

Josiah Jack
never uttered a sound
when they dragged him away
from the scene.
when his poor body
was eventually found,
the treatment endured,
had been mean.

With no tongue in his head
they had left him for dead.

With a month
on his back,
he did indeed
Only sin
“he was black”
hence forth
this weary state.

They attacked in the night,
hooded and white.

All in all
he was
to be
breathing at all,
all because
he was plucky,
all because
he stood tall.

A ***** they said
should lower his head.

Were they hooded
for fear?
Were they hooded
in shame?
Most likely,
once covered,
they could hide
of their name.

If things were so right,
why hide out of sight?

Bravery isn't
a word for the ****,
this word comes to mind.
Bravery comes
when there's only one man,
not one
with ten more stood behind.

I will strike in a pack
with someone watching my back.

Their plan
was to ****,
this man
Josiah Jack.
Perhaps they
get a thrill
when someone
cannot fight back.

They get real loud
when they join with the crowd.

knew well
that if he
raised a hand
his kin folk
would feel hell
from this
unruly band.

So he did not fight
but gave in to his plight.

They think
they were hidden
beneath that
white hood,
Josiah's hearing
is sound
and his
memory is good.

So when things are forgot,
he will take of his lot.

That's exactly
what happened,
as they lay
in their bed.
The flames hurled
with fury
the sky
filled with red.

This man barbequed them like fish on a rack
and no one put it down to Josiah Jack.
13th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Jul 2015
Thawann Q Ogle
Eighteen Years To Life

It looks as if a storm had just passed through here. I can't find anything; not even my mental state. I'm starting to think this entire thing over. If only I had kept to my negative state of thinking I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm starting to realize that emotions can get the best of you. Your feelings are very dangerous toys to play with, hurt is an emotion that we often come in tack with, and happiness is more spiritual than it is of physical. Im learning that you have to stick to who you are or whoever you plan on becoming. My mental aspect is blinded by my emotions. I feel as if I'm going get hurt by this man. I feel as if i will go through something I could have prevented. I always say hurt is an emotion that most times we are forced to activate; but what happens when you know something wouldn't work ? Do you still try it anyway? Try it just to say you did ? Or is it the feel? Is it the high ? What is it ? Well for me it was a good looking 41 year old man with a young soul, great sense of humor, and practically a bad temper. A temper that can be controlled so is it so bad after all ? It's bad because it doesn't work out in my favor. It's bad because his silence is ridiculously loud. He's very hard to read and as I try to maneuver  my way around his emotions he begin to tell me things that I choose not to believe; so is he really hard to read or am I just making it hard for me to read ? Not because someone say they love you means they do. Let their actions speak to you verbally. And with no hesitation you start to feed your heart this deadly poison called love. But wait come back....what if they said "I love you" and their actions do tell hopes of a happily ever after ? Then your force to become blinded by something that you don't believe in. If you know the ending why not adjust the beginning ? His words and actions have a strong alibi. Let him go I could miss out on a lot love has to offer. Keep him; chances are I prove myself right of my instinct from the beginning but do keep in mind that hurting is okay. I said I would never date someone with children; I looked past four. I said I would never date a man too older than I am and I swept eighteen years under the rug. I said I would never have *** with someone I met for a week. He made love to me so good; I begged for more. I say and have said a lot and have yet to say more but when your emotions get the best of you and your judgement is clouded by your curiosity, vulnerability, and lust. Please do tell..... Do I challenge life's theory on love or should I walk away free from love. Please advise; should I become a prisoner of love or should take the deal and walk away a free woman.
So I closed my eyes stretch my arm out and carefully place the needle in my arm.
I overdosed on this drug called love

Thawann Q. Ogle
Short story.
 Mar 2015
Bassam A
Please put your hand on my heart
Let me keep holding it next to me

Please let's start our life together
We can be .. Let us be the next family

Let us love each other like the wind
I like the whisper of your heart

I want to see your pretty smile
Don't quit now ..

Your smile brings happiness to the world ..
Let the world enjoy your sun

Come my friend and lift the sadness
Bring the joy back and lift your sorrow

The time is now to live tomorrow
I love you and only you

You are the one ... Yes you are
 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
Caught unaware
Heart’s naïve
Breezy feeling
Beautiful ambiance
Colors seep in
Lovely hues
Lofty demands
Open arms
Hearts consent
Willing prisoner
Timid no more
Brazen display
Affections galore
Souls levitate
From unknown depths
to unexplored summit
Magnetic pull
Desires unleashed
Feels triumphant
With every move
Silent assassins
Willing prisoners
Breached confines
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