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Sandra Gibbons  Jul 2011
Turtle
Sandra Gibbons Jul 2011
I had cried a sea of tears
And began to drown.

Trashing out, Unheard screams
Bubbles filled my lungs.

I long for safety and a home
Not this empty black cavern thats sinking very near.

I look up out of desparation
far above my  pain.

And then black tears turn purple,
indigo,
aqua.
I see a Turtle swiming near.

The sea Turtle I've always wanted
I realse all my fear.

I float upward crowned in a bubbling glow
My sea Turtle loves my bubbles.

And away we go.
Jelle Lerutte Mar 2016
We walk at the beat
We rebel against our own heartbeat
We see no reason for living
And clearly the only thing we do
is giving love to those around us

We live for the joy on
other faces
filling in their black spaces
Pushing back the terrors from past memories

We do not understand how you could not have been loved
How nobody saw the sadness in your smile
the happiness in your tears.

How could you live without
somebody telling you
You look beautiful
You are worth much more than the room you take in this cold room

We fail to see your mask
you held up for so long
We see your walk
Your desparation
We embrace the evil within
We do not fear what we can't see
But it makes us go
It keeps us awake

This is the walk of desparation we always take.
Desparation is about seeing peoples pain but also the hope and good you can do by helping and talking
Lulibo Makoboka Mar 2014
Tonight... My slumber is a distant relative not even a pen pal can reach, but with each attempt I make to contact sleep, the line is disconnected by the rhymes haunting my upper room. Its like my stream of conscioussness is a bottle of liquor, the more I abuse the drug, the more it abuses my anatomy
Tonight... Sleep is my ex-wife I long to caress and attend to. She cries echoes of silenceas we are kept apart by this sadistic night that is lazily hanging over the sky, just waiting for my eyelids to align in holy matrimony, just to rip them apart again.
Tonight... Rhymes run free in my mind like emancipated slaves and they do their best to reach all corners of my minds landscape, making sleep an impoverished state
Tonight... I gaze into the darkness with pure desparation. My mind deprives me of sleep, yet it is what my soul wants most.
g clair  Sep 2013
Angelina
g clair Sep 2013
Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.

All her fame and fortune
and yet she cannot turn her back
her heart is torn that any child
should suffer any lack.

Hollowed out from over-use
the words become inactive
without the shared experience
they'll fail to hold you captive.

This is when the photograph
can move a man to see
the power of a bigger Love
to set the captive free.

In black and white she holds the child
of a hungry war-torn nation
exposing the shame of misspent fame
while the world is on vacation.

You can't miss desparation
though diamonds appear duller
Life and death in black and white
more powerful than color.

Some people stand afar and judge
but it's quite plain to me
not flesh and blood, but a mother's love
gives comfort with the plea.

Hear no evil, Speak no evil
and this is just obscene
that the horrors of mankind
would somehow go unseen.

Call down beauty from a higher place
let the rich strike up the bands
light the path in living color
see the blood stains on our hands.

Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.
susan  Nov 2014
U2
susan Nov 2014
U2
"Bad"
"'Bad' is just a huge promise of a song. A friend of mine, about as close as you can get, squandered his intelligence and his gifts to ******. Dublin in the late Seventies and early Eighties was a capital for smack. The Shah of Iran had been deposed, and people smuggled their money out of that country in white gold and pearls, by which I mean ******. It was cheaper than ****, it was cheaper than smoking spliff, and a lot of sweet teenage kids, who just liked to smoke a little bit of *****, were offered this cheap high, something beyond their imagination... I tried to describe that with the song, 'Bad, what it was to feel that rush, to feel that elation, and then go on to the nod, awful sleep that comes with that drug..." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006

If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would let it go
Surrender, dislocate

If I could throw this lifeless
Lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame

If I could, through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day

To let it go
And so to find a way
To let it go
And so find a way

I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no

If you should ask, then maybe
They'd tell you what I would say
True colours fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag
Colours crash, collide in blood shot eyes

If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would let it go

This desparation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation

Let it go
And so to find a way
To let it go
And so find a way

Oh, no
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no no
one of my favorites U2 songs (of many)
Judy Ponceby Oct 2010
Ancient wise and fearsome, Dragons grab the mind.
Rend the soul. Open your eyes to the delights of gold.*


Reaching forth with one glistening claw,
scraping the earth in a foot deep furrow,
It opens an eye to gaze upon the foolish
who seek its treasure.
And seeing before it a young boy,
gazing in awe, total amazement,
smirks in silent humor.

Puffing out a wisp of smoke,
enamoring the boy even further,
it slowly stretches wide its winges,
making shelter from the icy weather,
for this fearless child of Man.

The gold tinted, rustling scales,
shake the child from his reverie,
and gazing into the creatures eye
He asks in a timid shaky voice,
Mighty one, can you spare a coin?

Staring sharply, at this young sapling of a boy,
daring to request such a heavy toll,
from one such as he.  
The Ancient One, with eye whirling,
reaches under his massive belly and extracts a pence.

And to the boy, breathes "for a price childe, you may have such as this"
The emaciated filthy boy, looks hopefully up at the dragon,
wondering what a price would be for this pence.
And, yet knows that he has no choice but to pay.

For at home, his family suffers terribly from the poverty
brought on by invading tribes from the farlands.
Food taken, cattle slaughtered, family treasures destroyed.
Like so many others, suffering under this retribution,
desparate for the basic neccesities of life.

And from this suffering, born in this young boy,
Courage enough to approach the Ancient One for assistance.
And, so he steps forward, shaking, and bowing his head, asks,
"What price do you require, Ancient One?"

Rumbling deeply in its chest, the dragon considers,
this lowly life form, its obvious need and desparation,
commands, "Return tomorrow, with a robin's egg
and you shall have this pence."
And, closing its eyes, lowering its wings, became still as stone.

And so, hope sprung forth in the young lad's heart,
as he raced to share the news with his family.
That such a treasure should be within his grasp for such a simple request.
And, so begins the story of mentor and student.
With hope for a better future for family and friend.
Eddie Starr  Mar 2014
Desparation
Eddie Starr Mar 2014
Out of desperation, I come Holy One for my pain is huge.
I cry out to you with still no answer in sight, Lord God.
Hear my pleas, I see so many suffering more each day.
My hurting heart, understands their pain and suffering.
For it never gets any easier, but Christ strengthen us.
So that we may deal with it better, more Godly like.
So others will want to become strengthen and healed.
Thus then they too shall lead the hurting and lost ..
Out of the darkness that holds them prisoners too.
SC May 2015
My mind gets up
prepares for an hour at the gym
shower, then into the office by 8.
My heart is dancing down the beach
the warm sand oozing between my toes
enjoying the sensation of the cold water against the hot sand.
My mind has me where I am supposed to be
properly dressed. disciplined, professional.
My heart is lying in bed with you
caressing your hand, enjoying the subtle
differences in our skin color.
My mind will not give in to fantasy
It will follow all the rules-
even the ones it made up.
While my heart remembers the taste
of you neck and that special little corner
of your smile.
The world lives with my mind-
it is safe there.
My heart lives with you
reckless, wild, no guarantees.
My heart lives with you!
I will not cross the river
those boundaries in my mind
I can move across the desparation
not the dessication of my time

There's the threat
of another breaking dawn
Too late to contemplate
the all night mental storm

But al least there is one beast
That has kept me
in all night company

It seems the mocking bird
hurls threats to no one
as he flies by on the run

Just to remind me
poets are just one poem
from ever being done

He makes for
such poor company
I wish I had a gun
I wish I had a gun
I wish I had a gun .
Bye by birdie . Whose feathers line your nest . Fly by shooting .

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