Dreams of Sepia: Favorites

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Asim Javid

I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

We Muslims condemn the Paris attack.

#muslims #prayforparis

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

the only gift

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

GaryFairy

the only gift

our thoughts are the ribbons
wrapped around the words like a bow
like a present of misgiving
that only the giving could bestow
it's hard to live with the living
when we die with what we know
it's the wit of the unwitting
it's the only gift we show

#poem #poetry #poet #muse

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

street of souls

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

SøułSurvivør

street of souls

rain sreaks through the neon
wind howls in the bones
no lover to lean on
you're on the street alone

no stars in the auburn sky
they're all under your feet
the city beconed with a lie
and now you're on the street

-chorus-
you were once so proud and bold
now you're on the street of souls
you were young and now you're old
out there on the street of souls

you've slept in front of Grauman's
you've been to cattle calls
it's no place for a woman
my, how the mighty fall

there's a story of a starlet
took a header off the sign
they said she was a harlot
Hollywood can grind...

-chorus-

you walk along the Boulevard
an agent straight from hell
had given you his business card
but you lost that as well

now you look at all the stars
you tread on as you walk
you speak of all your fancy cars
but all it is is talk

you had a chance, you had your fame
in front of the news-cam
you have no one else to blame
you are just a sham

-chorus-

soulsurvivor
(C) 10/30/2015

I used to live in an apartment
not far from Hollywood boulevard.
There is no place sadder on earth.
For every star on the sidewalk
there are a million broken dreams.
There actually was a starlet who
commited suicide by jumping off
the Hollywood sign...

Sorry I have been gone so long.
Life these days is very hectic.
I don't have time to
change my mind... lol!

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

flute of bones

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

SøułSurvivør

flute of bones

and drums of skin
bring a song
we can begin

knowing flesh
sentient lark
bring us all
into the dark

pulsing pleasures
fly to the marrow
into the darkness
like a sparrow
the way is broad
the outcome narrow

hush my heart
into this way
love the night
and not the day

lust for shadow
shun the light
give your soul
without a fight

follow me
fulfill desire
sense the smoke
it's rising higher
you're coming closer
to the fire

come my children
death's sublime
slip to depths
you cannot climb
in the end

you are mine

soulsurvivor
(C) 2/11/2015

drugs ****.

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Paris

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Randolph L Wilson

Paris

Reflections of Paris this morning , for all the inhabitants of the world , especially those inspired by beautiful works of art and architecture ! Those fortunate enough to have dined in world class eateries on cuisine prepared by Master Chefs , marveled over the downtown skyline high atop prominent monuments ! Impassioned lovers perusing her avenues , window shopping store fronts , boutiques along famous boulevards ! Senior couples recalling their yesteryears with great joy , frolicking , happy children playing in parklands , feeding songbirds with euphoria and curiosity , strolling walkways along the riverbank at Dusk with great wonderment and personal reflection
The poet and poetess , musician and thespian , ballet dancer and street performer .. To lovers young and old , the continued hope of gaiety and splendor at every turn !
She is lovely indeed , the Queen of all that is beautiful on this Earth* ..

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

dating a poet

Nov 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Kj

dating a poet

dating a poet is fun,
and you'll learn things about yourself,
that you never knew.
but when you leave her,
you'll be the one who's broken.

you see,
she'll break you down
into bits and pieces-

she'll carve rhymes
into your rib cage
and
she'll make your kisses
into pentameters.

your voice becomes her rhythm,
and each color in your eye
forms a stanza.

you become pieced together
and poorly stitched,
because she's taken out
the very best parts of you
and the very worst.

she's taken you,
and cut out her favorite parts,
and she'll promise to put you back together,
but the funny thing is,
she never learned to sew.