In 2007, I wrote my first poem.
Life 1
It held two questions.
Questions I have yet to have a answer for.
I'll date it.
I'll quote it.
On December, 14th 2010,
I ask it again.
"Why is there so many racist?"
"What did that race ever do to you?"

I never knew how to feel,
When I watched Roots or Schlinders List.
Until I meet them face to face.
The racist of course
Spewing the racist words they worshiped.
****** and Monkey, I was called.
With black skin and african qualities,
Will earn you those titles.

In my head I wonder;
Should I hate whites because of the KKK?
Should I hate Germans because of the Nazis?
Should I hate Russians because of Stalin?
Should I hate Muslims because of Osama?
Should I hate my fellow Africans because of the corruption that rips Africa apart?
These questions rattle my head.

So once again I ask.
"Why is there so many racist?"
"What did that race ever do to you?"
Quoted.
Signed.
Dated.

Randy Wiafe
December, 14 2010.

Why is it titled;
Unforgettable?
Will it be a poem that
Brings forth memories?
Or is it to instill
Sorrow and sadness?
Perhaps its to reflect.
To gaze into the poets mind.

No no,
It can't be.
Can it be to relate with us?
As we pass each other as drones.
Doing what we know;
Work,
Eat,
Sleep, and
Dream.
Does it traverse deeper then that?
Unforgettable.
Such an compelling word.
At times quite daunting.

Now back to the question at hand.
Its nothing.
Its not a poem for one to relate.
Not to omit feelings.
There was no purpose.
An yet I wrote and
You read until the end.
A poem of nothing.
Yes yes,
That is quite unforgettable.

I'm African and I'm proud.
Hip hop is not the only genre I listen to.
Classic rock, classical music, jazz/blues, country, metal, and even disney musical scores.
I **** at basketball, can careless about sport.
Can run fast as hell ;)
If a **** or KKK member called me a ******.
I'll shake his/her hand, say hello.
End with the ever pleasant;
"Have a good day."

I'll run 6 miles day. (was 12)
I'll walk to each sunset.
I'm a nerd first, poet second, reader third.
I'll say no to cigs, drugs etc.
I'll laugh at every **** thing that's funny to me.
I'm a kid at heart.
I'll help the weak.
I'll Feed the poor.
I'm going to marry who I want.
I'll be the nicest **** person I can be.
I'll take care my mom when I'm older.
I'm not going to join the Society of the Norm.

Stains on your shirt
Stains on your hand
The stains gets ******
As you keep rubbing your hands

Your leader
Your master
Within 30 seconds
He died before you

You felt no sympathy
You felt no remorse
Angry in your head
Sadness in your heart

The stains are everywhere
The stains confuse you
He once said "Cold hearted people don't bleed."
Your are surprised that he bled

But he knew
But you never knew
The strength you had
Your strength that came out in a fury

He knew not to do it
He knew not to laugh
You grew angry and emotions ran high.
Are you accused or excused?

One by one they fall.
Looking for a hand to break the fall.
Looking for one another.
Looking for away to escape the pain.
Children cry, weep, and mourn.
As they see their love ones on the ground.

In a distance so far away.
People gather.
People unite.
People look into their hearts.
They hear the cries, and the pleads.
The pleads will be answered, and the cries will be smiles.

Medicine, food, clothes, and love.
Packed in containers.
Packed in boxes.
Packed in the hearts.
People that are rare sight to see.
They are all of us.

Its ready to bust out
And give some knockouts
The silence has been broken
I no longer am unspoken
With each passing breath
The darkness envelopes  me
Standing by me is the Reaper
He stretch out his left hand
The Death hand
Calling upon my alter ego
The demon within
Ripping at my soul
As a tornado uproots a tree
My resistance gone unnoticed
I kept focused
Divided into two
Should I just let it loose?
The uncontrollable rage
Was seen in my face
My body trembling
Like a molecule vibrating in the air
The transformation was complete
All of life ceased...

I have dreamt of dreams that make you smile.I have dreamt of dreams that dream for themselves.I have dreamt of dreams that brings peace.I have dreamt of dreams that brings hope to a divided world.I have dreamt of dreams that make you think.I have dreamt of dreams of the soldiers in Iraq.I have dreamt of dreams that can bring tears to your eyes.I have dreamt of dreams that have an everlasting impression.I have dreamt of dreams of soaring through the endless sky.I have dreamt of dreams that show what will happen in the future.I have dreamt of dreams that dreamt of my dreams of my past life would have came true.I have dreamt of the dreams that Martin Luther King has once dreamt.I have dreamt of a dream that can only be dreamt by me,for this dream I have never dreamt,but only dreamt this dream once,it was a dream that showed me what it would be like with two parents.

Hiking up the mountain.
To see the beauty of nature.
Critters of all shape and sizes.
Begin to encompass us.
Branches howling back and front.
As if telling our tale to others.
Hand in hand.
Stride by stride.
Our bodies in tune to perfection.

The trail begins to lose its rocky essence,
Now we must forge our own path.
Higher and higher we go.
Lower and lower the sun goes.
As it has guided us this far,
It must guide others now.

Camp is set.
The fire is ablaze.
To the west the sun retreats.
To the east a full moon rises.
As it motions the lake behind us,
Into a harmonic symphony.
Arm in arm.
Heart to heart.
We let the lake sing for us,
'Till the sunrise.

Genetically enhanced
Spiritually enhanced
Grown up wiser
Grown up bolder
I'm the master of words
They roll off my tongue
Like avalanches off a mountain
So cold
It leaves you shaking
Icy death awaits you
I'll shake and break u
Take two
The silence awaits you
I've been reborn
Remade
Recreated

Some people look down on what you do.
Some people see the niceness within you
Then they try to corrupt what you do
But you stand tall
Stand firm
Because you are reborn

A new day has begun
Once again you have risen
The past life in my head
But as my life motto
**** happens for reason
Dwelling on my past
Doesn't make my future any brighter
But forgetting your past
Doesn't make you any stronger
So what you do is
Is to learn from it
Open your eyes to the outside world
My girl has helped me
She has showed me that the
World isnt always cold
So I walk on the earth
Genetically revived
Spiritually revived

Cancer diagnosed
Millions of lives saved
A mother passed away
New medicine discovered
As the doctors/nurses move on

A new born enters the world
Divorce ensues
As a grandfather leaves the world
Wedding on the horizon
As a family moves on

AIDs/*** rampaging through Africa
Supplies and food delivered
Genocide rips a continent
A family partake in their first meal
As God moves on

New civilizations form
World wars destroy
People bought together
Rasicm breaks us apart
As people move on

Trees torn down
A bird takes its first flight
The world slowly dying
Extinct animals walk the earth
As the world moves

My eyes take it all in
My mind dwell on such subjects
My mouth questions the past and future
My soul stands still
When will I move on?

We want to be seen
We want to be heard
We want the world to see our dreams.

Take a step back
Observe the land
Take a step back
Observe the people

Break away from the world.
Swallow your fear, walk into the fog
As it engulfs you, don't run.
Let the fear settle in, then escape.

They are..
Life
Mothers that care for their young
The soldiers that fight for their country
Nieces and Nephews
Seeds of the future
Brothers and sisters blood or not
The inspiration that drives us
Fathers that work day and night
Strong
Things we hold dearest to our heart
Lovers that withstand the worst
Memories that can’t be lost
Always there in the toughest times
The reason we face our fears
Friends that will never let us down
Hope
Most importantly, they are you.

The wind blows
Irony starts to show
Some people slow
And the world ceases to flow

The sea is calm
Relax your mind
Replenish your soul
Just take control

The road is there
Guide the way
Night or Day
Open your eyes and see the way

The stepping stones of life are not beneath our feet.
But held in our hearts and minds.

Life at a stand still,
People gazing through broken eyes.
As the world hasten its pace.

But do not fear,
All that is safe is dear.

Exposing itself with daunting demeaner.
Do not forget the goal.
Do not lose your self control.

We stand together,
Hand in hand.

An angel?
Is this my angel?
Such a beautiful face,
leaving imprints in my soul.
Her eyes piercing into my mind,
Seeing my true intentions.

This angel.
This must be my angel.
I try to reach,
But her wings kept her from being breached.
She beings to turn,
Truly revealing her majestic wings

Why?
Why must she leave?
Finally realizing she was drifting away.
My mind begins to race,
But she moved with such grace.
With her silky hair rippling behind her,
like the ocean.

Gone
Left me behind.
Was it all an illusion?
Can such a beautiful angel exist?
Those white majestic wings,
trimmed with gold.
Were the only images,
that didn't grow old

Those wings
Must find those wings.

The essence of words
Goes beyond their meanings
Consciousness itself is word dependent
Their mere use can bring together the world
Or shatter a civilization
They describe our feelings
Whether sad, happy, or filled with unhindered love
Imagining a world without words,
Would be incomparable to anything else.
As words are the mother of all memes.

As I sit at the bar
Chatting with friends
Discussing about;
The Past
The Present( if there was such a thing)
The Future

I drift away unconsciously
Among the many people here
Perception
It rings in my mind
As if to signal church has began
I let my mind wonder

Perception

What it would be like
To walk in someone elses shoes
To feel what they feel
To see what they see
To feel what they been through
To see what the past holds back
And what the future has released

Perception

Wanting to live among;
Asians
Europeans
Other Americans, North and South
Other Africans
Australians

Perception

Being taught by
The many religions
Being bought up
In different way
To live among the rich
To live amongst the poor

Perception

The smiling
The happy
The sad
The depressed
The laughing
All the emotions
Pass through me
As if I was a walking ghost

Perception

We all have it.
We all deal with it.
But can you let it control you?
Down to our very last breath.
We doubt our very existence.

Doubt has made people,
Make up and break up.
But all in all it will still be there
In the abyss, on earth, and in space.
Life its very self is doubt.

But I have learn to come around it.
I have learn to believe,
I believe in life,
I believe in people
But I don’t trust all.

That’s is the way around doubt
It is to believe.
Doubt leaves you stranded,
Believing keeps you moving.

He sits before the tv.
With its black and white images.
He watches in shock and awe.
What seems to be the greatest thing in the world.
Cars disappear.
Tigers appear.
A woman sawed in half.
Magical reappears.
"Such great feats." He mumbles.
"Such great talent"
Then an idea hits him.
He now knows what to do!
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!" He cries with excitement.
Down at the magician shop
He finds the beginners box...

Shuffle

Practice Practice Practice
Its all he has done.
Its time for him to show his skills.
A nearby restaurant has hired him.
So he can show his talent,
To belly swollen customers.
A card flips to the top of the deck,
Not even a clap nor a smile.
A coin bends before them,
Not even wonder filled their eyes.
With his spirit broken,
He tried to perform his last act.
The illusion fails.
The crowd boos and shouts.
"You will never be good."
"Get out, get out".

Shuffle

The bright lights.
Nearly blinding him.
People parade before him,
As never before.
Vegas
An Illusionist dream.
He has finally reach his pinnacle.
Practice Practice Practice
It surely has been the trick.
The crowd wondering what great acts he will perform.
"I'll perform the greatest trick every to be done." He boosted before them.
"This is all just a dream."
"You'll  wake up at home."
"1...2...3...awake!"

Re-Shuffle

The little boy's eyes open from sleep.
"Practice Practice Practice." He proclaimed to himself.
That will be key, he thinks.
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!"

Final Shuffle

"Just follow your dreams and you will see."
"Just look at me, I'm in vegas."
He winks

Deal

Royal flush

I'm Sad.
Why I'm I sad?
I don't know why, I guess.
Or I'm I falling behind my facade of lies?
Is it because I feel used by family and friends?
Where my ideas and opinion are cascaded to the depths of hell?
Everyone says my heart gold and pure.
Yet they walk all over me.
The urge to yell and scream anger,
bellows within me.
Then Guilt.
Yes the ever persistent Guilt, empowers the facade.
sigh
Perhaps its the death of 8 true friends in 3 years?
Maybe the fact I haven't seen best friends in months?
Perhaps never again seeing my Grandmother,
The woman that knew me best.
sigh
I know what I must do an yet,
I stride away from it with fear.
This facade I hide behind,
eats at my soul every minute.
sigh
I am sad because the thought of closing my eyes forever,
Was joyous.
I am sad because I don't stand up for myself.
I am sad because I have yet to follow my dreams, and
to make my own waves in life.
I am sad because the world has indulged itself in violence.
Mainly, I'm sad because I have yet to do anything about my sadness.

Sitting in my favorite chair.
Sipping my honey filled tea,
Like an elegant glass of wine.
My unbalanced chair teetering,
Back and forth.
Giving an illusion of an old man,
Rocking back and forth.
A day of work; sweat and blood,
Was finally drifting away.
Relaxation was advent.

I decide to check the news.
Changing it from my beloved show; Cowboy Bebop.
What was being depicted,
Widen my eyes.
Not in horror or sadness.
But in surprise and shock.

I have been secretly follow this story.
To see it in video.
To see the actions taken.
To see the great land of pharoahs in revolution.
Bedazzled me.

Still sipping on my honey filled tea.
All I could do was to hope.
Hope these actions for change,
Do not be forgotten.
Hope that civil war doesn't ensue.
Too many have died already for the cause.

Of course hoping isn't much,
Physically I can only stare.
Stare as I sip on my elegant honey filled tea.
Just staring from the outside is all I can muster.

Floating upon a never ending stream.
It guides me to a destination I could never dream.
Thoughts of change are woven into place.
Tied to nothing, not even a base.

Other streams criss-cross my path.
Streams of thoughts and dreams.
Streams of hate and love.
Streams of happiness and sorrow.
All flowing to their endpoints.

Could of. Would of. Should of.
Ridden the Stream of Dreams.
But change was what I needed.
When will it reach its endpoint, I don't know.
I'll ride until I reach that endpoint, that change.

How can a time call The Present exist?
When Time is never at a still moment.
One could say;
"This very moment is The Present"
Even though as the words pass their lips,
the words have been dragged
back to The Past.
Is The Future not merely one second away?
Perhaps, The Present is a conjunction of the two.
Perhaps, its to describe our current situation or whereabouts
Perhaps, The Present is a lie.
Until proven wrong, by some radical scientist.
The last of the three is my belief.

Poetry.
sigh
The fine link of mind to pen.
As words form onto the page,
Spilling from every corners of your brain.
The moment pen touches paper,
You enter a twisted dimension.
Sometimes;
Dark,
Heavenly, and
Cheerful dimensions.

Words that collect themselves on pages,
Sometimes sending bone chilling messages to readers.
Even nice warm fussing feelings.
It moves people to great lengths.
To achieve things that are far from their minds.
It tears down walls of hatred,
And sends out waves of joy.

This art; Poetry.
Has withstood the test of time.
And will not hinder the slightest.
It is my Bible.
My Juliet.
My comfort on those dog days.
My second life line.

Poetry.
Is a state of mind,
That overwhelms even the strongest of wills.
You are the conductor of this orchestra of words.
Let your poetic symphony be heard.
Let it ripple through the hearts and minds.
Let it be the moon that sways the waters and the ill willed.

I will run through that grass filled dimension,
As the sun shines on to my face.
I will become the forger of sentences.
I will conduct the greatest classical score of words.
I will be eternally bound to this state of mind.
smiles
Poetry.

Her birthday draws nearLets all start it with a cheerHer favorite time of the year,Winter, is not far from hereYou still live among usWe all still hold apiece of you within our hearts.Knowing that your guiding our way.When your birthday comesIt will not lead tosadness or sorrow, butHappiness and thanksgivingYour legacy ofGoodwill, kindness, and happinessare far from goneThey will live on like you always willHer birthday draws nearLets all start it with a cheerHer favorite time of the year,Winter, is not far from heremiss u :)

I seek the land of Solace.
Where the sea is blue, like my love's eyes.
It relaxes when boats sail.
Where trees are left to be.
So they product the necessity we indulge in.
And stand tall like guardians.
Where flowers conjure up a choir,
To greet the orange flaming ball that appears.
Where birds unsheathe their wings without fear.
Soaring freely as intended to.
Where blue skies dominate the land.
Clouds bring rain only to renew the land.
Where people of all kinds,
Laugh, dance, love, and enjoy life.
Where music reins supreme.

This is where I flee to.
This is where fate takes me.
I ask you my love.
Join me and forever,
Forget your woes.

The Stranger continues his mission.
Traversing from grasslands
To a forest filled with dead trees.
Walking upon a Beaten Path.
Critters going about their night
Feasting,
Grooming, and
Running.

The Stranger stares up at the Moon
It has reached it's peak.
Within moments he realizes the Moon
Seemed a bit different.
It donned a waxing crescent.
As if smiling to him.
Goosebumps appeared on his arms.
Creepy, he thought to himself.

The Stranger contiuned onward.
The night acompanyed him,
With every step and breath.
The cold was becaming ever more bitter.
He pulls the hood over his head.
Trees began singing their ghostly songs.
Critters seemed to be banished,
As if the Beaten Path forced them off.

The Stranger felt unease.
"Something isn't right here."
He mumbled to himself.
But his lips did not part.
In fact it was a bit diffcult to open.
Actually it wasn't even budging.
Then his eyes fell upon a figure.
He stopped dead in his tracks.

The figure moved closer and closer,
Faster and faster.
He wanted to say something.
He wanted to fight.
He wanted to run.
He wanted to finish his mission.

Unsheathe the darkness from your eyes.
Begin the endless search.
Take in the pleasures you adore.
Explore into your mind.
Submerge with your thoughts and dreams.
Rampage through the nightmares and fears.
Catapult your way through the endless voids.
Remove the walls of the abyss.
Redeem your soul from which you sacrificed it to.
Watch in full force, your life.

All in All
love conquers all
When she’s near you
you will never fall

You know when your in love
When you see her face
You try to talk to her
But you shiver and shake

You see her crying
Your scared out of your heart
You know what you
have to do right now

You get close to her
you try to comfort her
This is the first time
she has ever noticed you

All in All
love conquers all
When he’s near you
you will never fall

Your boyfriend thinks
that you cheat on him
But you know in your heart
that you love him to death

He pushes the finally straw
you find out that
He’s the one that’s
been cheating after all

You sit and you cry
You finally notice this guy
he tries his best
to make you smile




All in All
love conquers all
Now these two will
be together for long

Its been a few weeks
They don’t fight and fuss
Everybody sees them
As the perfect match

Four years pass
no one remembers the past
But they still know
that it may not last

That time has come
She has to go
Will they stay together
or will she go


All in All
love conquers all
Now they know they
Can’t be together for long

Love is unforeseen.
Love strikes at any moment undetected.
Love happens when trading back and forth poems.
Love happens as you cuddle.
Love happens when you are dancing.
Love happens as you laugh in unison.

Love happens;
As you "lean wit it, rock wit it".
As you hold the person most important to you.
As you look within their eyes,
and see another life.
As you meet them for the first time.
As your lips finally touch.

Love is;
The warmth within when you see his/her eyes.
The loneliness you feel when he/she leaves.
The chills down your spine when he/she is in pain or hurt.
The greatest connection one can cherish between another human being.

Love is never lost.
Whether death cuts in between.
Whether the world ends.
Whether the damage is unrepairable.
Whether time has separated you both.
Love is never lo...
Love is nev...
Love is...

A mother’s struggle to put
food on the table.
To rebuild a broken past.
Lending a helping hand to people in need.
A woman fulfilling her dream
on broadway or in a music video.
Three nieces never having to struggle.
A person marrying the one they love in Greece.
Helping a friend who cannot be heard.
A family proud of the achievements.
A mother that doesn’t live in sorrow.
A father who will regret his actions.
Helping with pen, paper, and a creative mind.
The music that encompasses the world.
Knowledge of knowing the ending will be fine.
The message of an angel.

Illusions of a dream.
The essence of many.
The madness in a scream.
Struggle of any to bare plenty.
The driving factors in one’s life.
What inspires you?

Fear
Is it real?
Is it a product of doubt?
Is it what stops use from reaching our goals?
Or is it there to make the world look even more bigger?

What can stop it?
Some say you need to face your fears.
Do your fears go away once you have faced it?
Or do u get more that amerge from the heavenly abyss?

Some fear can help.
Some fear cannot be erased.
Some fear cannot even be faced or seen.
So then what is the reasons for having fears, that can make or break you?

Are they apart of life?
Are we born with fear as oppose to believing?
Is it a necessity we need to move on day to day with?
Do we use it as and excuse from day to day things that we have to do?

In the back of my mind it is.
I have a fear tht cannot be erased.
No matter how many times i try and face it, it nvr disappears.
Since I believe, that fear has release its grip on me and controls me no more.

I say fear is a necessity.
I say fear is a product of doubt.
I say fear cannot take control of your own life.
For if you do live your life in fear, then the end of the world is very near.

Weeping
Wishing
Missing
His soul mate gone from his arms.
Gone to another life.
His heart aching and hurting,
as if struck by a dagger.
Or has cupid removed the arrow which
lead him to his one time lover?

Growing ill of this loneliness.
His hand holds the last picture of her.
Even that was fading fast,
as if a curse was casted.
For when she dies,
all of her must disappear from sight.

The question of sorrow spawns in his mind.
"Why couldn't I have taken her place?"
One being heard his question of sorrow,
as if waiting for eternity.
Lady Death springs forth from the voids to bid his request.

There before him, his soul mate stands.
Gravity pulls him close to his love.
"Kiss me and forever together we may live",
as if a spell swept over him.
He kissed Lady Death.

Run! Run!
First task at hand
Break free of the glass
That so boldly holds you in the past
The past of rights and wrongs
Unbearable heartless and undying love
The pain of loses
And the ever pleasant memories
All quickens yours strides
Blasting you from the glass of the past

Run on! Run on!
The final task has begun
Let the past run along side you to the light
Bring forth what the broken glass left behind
The teachings
Let it focus your mind
Bring peace to your soul
And encompass your body
Your strides quicken ever more
The ever present light passes on by

Run free! Run free!
Freedom at last
Your body soars from the ground
Removing the last of the shackles
The freedom of the future
Possibilities have become endless
Rewrite history
Reinvent the music
Dreams become reality
Begin anew

Ah the future of freedom

The Stranger was still dazed and confused.
Yet he managed to shake off the feelings.
"May we have the palaver thee seeks?" He said without parting his lips.
"Aye I will speak, thee will hear."
The Stranger nods, and relaxes within the mud cage.

The palaver lasted from mid day to sunset.
Finally, the Stranger was able to ask questions.

"Why does Death want Hate destroyed?" Was his first question.
"Just because I don the name Death, one should not assume my alignment is evil.
Death should not come at the expense of hate.
You humans swing hate around like a sword.
That is why me and Life caged him here so he can wither in silence."

"Why not **** him yourself?" Was the second question.
"I did not create him nor did our father Essence, humans did.
Hate is the humans doing."
"That will be all."
"Good, a piece of advice Stranger.
Sorrow and Resentment will doom you."

The mud erodes away, at Deaths command.
Death disperses into the air.
The Stranger gathers himself, and continues onward.
The advice played within his mind as he walked.
His mind filed the advice away.
He needed to reach the Door, nothing else mattered.

Reins grasp me unannounced,
It pulls relentless at my body and soul.
Insanity revealed itself.
Trapped in mind, ready to explode.
Like a placed grenade, thought to be a dud.

Cascading myself back to the hellhole called Earth.
The strings of sanity,
Were hanging from its one remaining thread.
Where did I go astray?
This abyss of gray and white.
Of abstract colors, has become my home.

This night, 4 of the am to be precise.
I laid in my lonely bed.
With my laptop replaying my "sleeping music".
Which ranged from great pianist to jazz to rock.

It wasn't a nightmare or my phone ringing.
I simply woke up, stared blankly at the ceiling.
Deciding on what I would do.
I rose out of bed and walked.

Where I was going was unknown.
Why I was doing this unknown.
What I was going to do unknown.
All I could was walk

The night was still, but beautiful.
I felt as if I finally could have some peace.
Hell I could sleep on the grass if need be.
Then I saw the bench.

Sitting peacefully on the bench.
My mind wandered as it tended to.
Peaceful, and calm thoughts dominated.
A thought finally, slapped me hard.

My legs moved, my body followed.
Where I was going, to the hill.
What I was going to do, was to sit and watch.
Why I was doing this, to see the sunrise.

The world went silent.
Nature began turning its wheel.
Night was converting to day.
The orange ball uncovered itself to the world.

Another night another dream
You stand before me within my grasp
My body trembles, wanting to embrace you
Slowly, I start to drift away
My lips quiver with you name upon them.

"Take my hand." you whisper.
My emotions explode through my body.
"Let me take you away."
My hands extend to reach you.
"To Broadway, to Greece, let's travel the world."
My hands and yours interlock.
"I keep my promises you'll see."
Nothing was left but my room and an imprint of your face.

1 weeks pass by
With my mind still numb
Crack open the notebook
Retrieving a pencil to hand
I proceed to wri......
Nothing
Mind goes numb
How does one break of this spell?

2 weeks pass by
As I visit Hello Poetry daily
Reading poems,
Never reacting to some.
As my mind could not
Even fathom a response.

3 weeks pass by
I grow wary of my notebook
Collecting dust has become its new fame
Would peek through it time to time
Looking for hints
To guide me from this spell.

4 weeks pass by
A part of me felt lost
Have I broken from my love?
Finally, the advice of a long lost friend
Came back with fury
"Just write, scribble, ramble, and rant"
The spell was broken and my mind freed.
Spent the night with my one true love.

Mad
Furious
Rage
Enraged
Hostile
These are all the words that don’t describe who I am as a person

Forward
Brash
Bold
Unfrightened
Unapprehensive
Words that I wished that described who I am.

Reserved
Calm
Brassy
Free
Easy
Words that other people say that describe who I am.

Angry
Tranquil
Unworried
Unease
Words that describe who I am.
Now ask yourself
Who am I?

Mind
An aimless mind.
Wandering through the abyss of life.
Gathering the unforseen,
but disregarding the dim and shallow.

Looking for the body it once inhabited.
It renounced itself.
When it finally lost its way.
For the purpose to "fit in"

Body
The body now blends with the dim and shallow.
Just to be accepted among the others.
Leaving the ones that truly cared,
Alone in the abyss regretting that they cared.

It once was bright and thoughtful.
Somewhere on life's journey,
It was torn from it's true self.
Morals, pride, and all...lost.

Lost?
Is it turning this new road,
to its primary life journey?
Is it experimenting with life?
Or is it truly lost to the dim and shallow?

The door shuts
Cars stop
People stop moving
As the world is plunged into absolute silence.

Mines don’t explode
Tanks sit still
Guns not fired
As the war is plunged into absolute silence.

Birds stop chirping
Clouds aren’t moving
Water stops flowing
As nature is plunged into absolute silence.

The world is silent
And I know why
This is what happens
When music stops
..….Silence……

For all those people that think life is so easy.
Step into my life and it wont be so breezy.
Why is there senseless killing of others?
Why cant we live in peace with one other?
Why is there so much disease and poverty?
Why cant we come together and stomp thee?
Why is there so many racist?
What did that race ever do to you?
So many more questions are out there.
But no one there to answer them
I'm not here to preach about life
But I’m here to teach about life
For all those people that think their parents are annoying
I say this once, so listen closely
Go an thank your parents for keeping u alive,
cause if wasn’t for them your *** would be dead.
I bless my mom for what she has done for me
She takes care of me my sister and my brother.
I bless my dad for creating me
beside that I want nothing to do wit him
For all those soldiers that fight for America
You are the real heroes
You are the real heroines
Because you fight for a country that’s not perfect
You fight for all of our freedom
So thanks for what you are doing
Now for my friends that passed away Rest In Peace
But you will always be in my heart
I know you will be watching upon me
Because of this our dreams wont stop here

my very first poem enjoy!

What more can be surreal;
To live among the clouds
Or to be as free as birds.
Unbounded to this earth,
would be the sweetest of dreams.

From a crawl to a walk
From a walk to a jog
From a jog to a sprint
From a sprint to flight

Cascading to the earth
as a mere option.
The sky is were we dwell.
The clouds our homes.

His eyes slowly opens,
from what he thought
was a long wanted dream.
A wet feeling swept his hand.
Hoping the last picture was,
not soaked in his tears.
The picture was;
Not wet
Nor a picture.
But a bright crimson rose.
The last of his lover, gone.
Confused
Angry
frustrated
He began to tear at the petals,
hoping to bring to it the same loneliness he felt.

On a eerie and still night.
He stares up in the star lit sky.
With his star gazed eyes.
Hoping and wishing they will come this night.
A twinkle in the sky.
A cool blue breeze.
A stream of neon green dominates the star lit sky.
An array of colors bombard the earth.
Ambient sounds organizing and sorting colors.
His eyes expanding, joy and happiness found within.
They are here.
The colors swirl around him.
A make shift colored hand reaches out to him.
He reaches with his own.
A cloud of colors lift him to the star lit sky.

The spirit free in the air.
The body buried in the earth.
The mind still linking both.
As his lifeless body makes its last act.
Smile.

The first six miles I run,
are ran when the sun raises.
Its ran for selfish reasons.
I clear my thoughts,
then rearrange them for the day.
Listen to my music,
For my legs move in motion with the beat,
and not be drawn by the pain sent from my brain.
Its to awaken me from my long slumber.
Its ran for me to be free.
The freedom to not care what others think and
the freedom to make my own path.

Now the last six miles I run,
are ran when the sun sets.
This is ran so I can see the beauty of nature.
No music is brought with.
Mind is cleared of everything.
My legs move to the music of nature.
My mind listens to the song the trees sing.
What songs? One may ask.
The song of love, as a couple sits beneath a tree.
The song of peace, as the leaves sway in the wind.
The song of power, as the mighty presence of the tree.
Listen close enough you'll hear and see the songs.
Both six miles are ran away from the sun,
to insure I never get lost.

1,000 years have passed and gone.
Seasons have turned.
Civilizations, have been wiped out.
Generations, have seen their share of life.

There is one helpless soul.
Which even Sleeps' cousin doesn't smile upon.
With each breath life left him.
The Prisoner, still perched on the wall after 1,000 years.

He rose his head the slightest.
Stared pass the iron bars that caged him.
Into the hallway.
The candles still burned.

Fog started to drift towards his cage.
It rose 6 feet into the air.
The smell of sulfur filled his cage.
The fog shaped itself as a door, she walked out.

A golden eyed beauty stepped forth.
In a all black dress, with golden trims.
"He comes this eve."
A smile etched across his face.

The Figure gained speed.
The Beaten Path continued to shallow him.
The Stranger did not know which would **** him first.
He relaxed, and accepted his fate.
Mud encompassed his head, the Figure was inches away.

Life gave way from his body.
His head went limp, he fainted.
The Figure stopped the mud, and sighed.
"Humans."
The Stranger awoke, as the sun shined on him from the east.
This Figure did not have the predominate human features;
No ears,
No mouth,
No nose,
No hair, and
No pupils.
But eyes stared blankly at him.

Death, was amused that he didn't faint.
Then the laughter came when, the Stranger figured out who he was.
The laughter filled his head, echoing through his body.
"Yes, Death is thee name and fame."