A Slice Of Life - Hello Poetry

May 2016

oui

the thought of kissing you again makes me want to throw up

holy hell you're the bad acid trip i never asked for;
the spins after a bad night of drinking or the stranger in the alley way when you're walking home alone.
you were the spam email that wouldn't stop popping up all over my home computer while i yelled at the screen in sixth grade
you're the bad chicken nugget at mcdonalds you bite into and say oh **** what the **** is this and suddenly question if you should make yourself throw up
you're a toothache, headache, heartache, literally any synonym for something terrible or painful.

i have no beautiful words to describe you, no nothing.

the thought of kissing you ever again makes me want to throw up.

May 2016

South-by-Southwest

Stands Death there At My Door

I felt the sudden change in the air
As icy breath clung I was made aware
Outside my window the shadows fell
But it was too early for night to tell
Still it was cold and dark I know
Then came that knock upon the door
"Thomas , whom I come looking for
Won't you open up for evermore ?"

I shook with fear , for all the years
Suddenly I was filled with tears
I had always made my covered bed
And in absolution I held my head
Still you have no earthy clue
When comes that knock upon the wood
"Thomas , oh Thomas , if you would
Unbolt the lock now if you could."

I stood in silence , made not a sound
But by the shadow upon the ground
I knew he waited so patiently
Waiting ! Waiting , there for me
"Come Thomas , the seconds few
You cannot avoid what's in store for you
Do not bother looking for the key
For I have kept it safely here with me ."

I said I was not afraid of Death
That I would not bend in my final breath
Then I remembered my father's passing
How the stillness became so everlasting
And I knew I was no more special
That life is certainly full and spacial
So I opened up the door
"I am Thomas , the Thomas of whom you do implore ."

#death #stand #knock #doorsteps #life-insurance

May 2016

Onoma

Cupped this Water

A river runs
upon the ground
to hear the
continual song...
of relation
and passage.
The ground is set,
the river is not.
The heart has
cupped this water,
in a fit of compassion.

May 2016

Afrodita Nestor

Untrue lovers

Keep in touch
With your soul she said
Before turning her back on me
Disappearing before my eyes
Was the last thing I could see

My eyes went blind
My ears gone deaf
My crippled heart refused to beat
The instant she left the door
I crumbled slowly on the floor

She must have felt it
But never shared
Or I have never listened to
To break a heart it takes two
Lovers being untrue

The seasons changed
The years went by
At times I’ve cried at others smiled
Life is a journey through good and bad
Before feeling sane you have to go mad

My soul sings now
Even in the rain
If asked, I’ll go the same road reliving every pain
Love is a story that unravels on the way
Some things we lose and some are here to stay

Copyright Afrodita Nestor

#love #poem

May 2016

SøułSurvivør

Throw Away

[12W]

In a disposable society
The first thing thrown away is

The Truth

SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/15/2016

I wish my return to the site could be on a happier note. I have been reading Revelation and some of you probably know that I believe this country is headed for a fall. I don't say this so that I can go out when it happens and shout out to one and all "I told you so!" I take no joy in this.

The last month-and-a-half has been spent trying to get myself in physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual condition for what I believe is about to transpire. I wish I could have been on the site. I love you all very much, and have been loath to tell you what I know, as it is horrific.

I won't put up the links I was going to share with you. My purpose is not to scare anyone. Look the time is short. You will notice a difference in the way I conduct myself on this site. Any further postings will be about the importance of being in Christ. This goes for believers as well.

I have been fervently praying for you all, whether I have been on site or no. And asking God if I should come back here at all. The answer was "yes". I will be on as much as I can be.

Revelation should be preached but it's not. There is something so wrong with that picture...

#truth #life #death #society #trouble #revelation #throw-away

May 2016

phil roberts

A HOSPITAL VISIT

I knew he was dying
I thought maybe a few weeks left
So still and so quiet
This man whose laugh made us all laugh
The man who always had ideas
Where to go, what to do for a laugh
Always a laugh
Sharer of adventures
Partner in crime
For thirty-six crazy years
Dying before my eyes and
Taking much of my life with him

He'd had a massive stroke a year earlier
They said he'd die then
But he defied them and recovered a lot
Proper conversations and learning to walk
Then they discovered that he had cancer
And here we were five weeks later
"How long are you gonna be in here?" I asked
He turned his head and looked hard at me
"I die next week," he said
As though he had an appointment

He got three days, not a week
I cried seeing him dying
But I was relieved for him when he did
Now my old friend is gone
And it's a duller world without him

By Phil Roberts

It's 3 years since my sharer of adventures died and he's still missed.

May 2016

Rob Sandman

The Dog's of War-Start.

Target acquired,no pulse required,
my soul is steel,I fly bi wire,
no regrets,well maybe from my operator,
PTSD - but not for me,
cause the dogs of war fly constantly

Is it a bird,is it a plane,no its easy to see,
the new Dog's of war all UAV's ,
drone attacks burn skin to ash
no liability or culpability-reliability is first task,
Mobility,agility,show human fragility,
through a mobile cam like a video game,
take life and ruin life,machine's don't feel pain
or shame or any sort of human dross,
to me a human life is an " acceptable loss "
so if you see my wings best to hug the floor,
Cause there's no Escaping **THE DOGS OF WAR

This is just the start of this Poem/Track.

#ptsd #culpability #uavattacks #thedogsofwar #innocentdeath

May 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Sandman

He scoops sands in baskets

then balancing neatly on the shoulder
carries to where needed
through bone breaking hours.

Upon his footprints is there a name
or a home
where he goes back for the night
lands featherlight kiss on a woman
awakes her sleepy bones with her hands
forgetting his days sinking in the sands.

May 2016

phil roberts

EVERYDAY CAGES

The priest puts his trust
In martyrs and miracles
Clutching his rosary and his celibacy
To his bursting breast
And humanity walks
Through a series of cages
Every day

The ***** puts her trust
In bordellos and bodies
Clutching her money and her condoms
To her brassy breast
And humanity walks
Through a series of cages
Every day

The lawyer puts his trust
In regulations and rules
Clutching his charters and his decrees
To his dusty breast
And humanity walks
Through a series of cages
Every day

We each put our trust
In roles and rituals
Clutching convention and convenience
To our timid *******
So humanity continues to walk
Through a series of self-made cages
Every day

By Phil Roberts