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starshinelove Aug 2013
Dance gypsy soul
in the garden of your imagination
Gypsy lady free your spirit
sing the songs of your individuality all night long
caress our spirits with the magnificent powers of your captivating intriguablity
gypsy princess how us the steps of your mystical life waltz
Paint the colors of your rainbow across the hearts of the bleeding
Dance gypsy soul
Gypsy lady sing the song of your idividuality
gypsy princess waltz around mysery
waltz it til its gone
Oh dance gypsy soul
don't give up now
gypsy lady you can survive the fight
GYpsy soul, Gypsy soul
Dance, dance the pain away
free your spirit
Gypsy lady, Gypsy spirit, Gypsy Princess
dance harder than you've ever dance
dance us you rgypsy dance, sing us your gypsy song,
gypsy soul
dance gypsy soul
Here I am on the hedge,
Amidst the forest of doubt,
One who've sworn not to pledge,
Proudly wear my shroud.

There's night in my head
And smoke in my guts,
Nothing's clear to my mind,
Porcelain is my heart.

With a black tooth grin
Bear mysery crown
With my soul in the wind
And my faith in the ground.

Eyes - by chance fallen leaves
Under the bushes of eyebrows,
Fulvous brown and grass green
Hidden in the shrubs' shadows.

Dead pale skin covers me,
Brown ivy curls down my shoulders.
There's blue blood in my veins
And I greet you, beholder.

Childly mushy cheeks
Rubbed by claws of white,
Full of shudder twists
Hope to thrill your mind.

Preying on your smiles,
Drinking up your breaths.
Forgive me for a while
Lack of wings on my back.
taijarea darius Jul 2013
you wrote  me  a letter with you signature
in that letter was lines of lust. this lust was deep you talked about .. curves ,breast , lips
i read on and thought **** he moves me with so much passion i sworn it was because he loved me
because i was the only woman that feed him songs of freedom . freedom from the chains of pain
late nights of running through each others  minds.
you wrote  me a letter with your signature in that letter was lines of secrets you talked  about  your past i read on
then understood i couldnt be your little secret anymore. i would have to leave you alone you wrote me a letter with your signature in in that letter was lines of mysery the paper wet from your tears  and in bold letter was the reason why. you said the lost of compassion kept you up late. tossing and turning in bed. and that you havent ate .
you wrote me a letter  with your signature in that letter was lines of love. deep love that you wanted to experience. love that wasnt judging  but  forgiving . i read thet letter thinking we could have done better. grab my hand i can take you back to your begining when you and i were kings and queens
at the bottom was a p.s. stating that you have moved on.
and what we shared had been lost.
that time was wasted being with me. you needed space to breathe. and thats when i knew that the writing was not about me.
The Unspoken May 2014
I wish life had taught me differently.
Much more than pain.
Than the struggles I go through.
Rejection.
Betrayal.
Hate.
Ingratitude.

Growing up, I always wanted to be an angel.
I never wanted to be the reason why a tear should be shed.
I wanted to live harmless...
But the more good I did, the more the rude universe made a fool out of me.
Failed me.
Made me eat and drink from the tears of my mysery.

So now I sit, and as I listen to a song on my background,
am trying to clean up myself.
From all the dirt the world poured on me.
From all the hate that smeared my once white heart, black.

Am weary, because am not any different now.
I hurt too, when I chose to defend my soul.
I dont mean to.
If only I could go back to a baby again, I'd never wish to grow up.
I'd only be angry for a minute and the next holding your hand to the mall.
I wouldnt want to revenge so bad that my life would stand still.
I'd never be scared to love because of the fear of being rejected one day.
I'd cry when am uncomfortable and know that someone would come to wipe my tears away and comfort me to sleep.

But now am grown.
And Only God's grace can take me back to that place.
The place of joy despite the happenings around me.
The place of peace when someone walks away.

All I need now, is fixing.
Once again, Fix me Jesus...Fix me.*

©The Unspoken
andrew juma Dec 2015
She loved the place ,
She approached the dais,
Went on her knees,
the Lord to appease,

Old angels graffiti on walls,
Burning Candles ,
Sweet smelling incense,
Mama prayed,

She wanted success,
She prayed for peace,
We were such a mess,
But she lit up on her face,

Days on end,
Incantations would never end,
Hailing God,
Our lives to amend

Mama please...
How long?
'A day will come...
we will be alright'
She prayed for long,

Images staring in benevolence,
Faces with same old expressions ;
mosaic long beards
candles burning yellow

No miraculous quails
she prayed for days
"Arent you tired of this?"
But she lit up on her face...

Like she knew something i didn't
Maybe she had made a covenant
She was just exuberant

she spent each day like lent,
We didnt afford rent,
we were worth few cents,
So friends just went-

away from a lonely believer,
With a God of many followers,
None wanted borrowers,
Mysery for us,

From 9th to 1st,
None would fast,
But she loved and cared for us,
Every night she would say
'A day will come,'

Days and years went by,
Many struggles we lived by,
devil courting day by day,
Offering alot for souls to buy,

      'Stick to your faith'
        'Tell  the truth'
         'place God fast'
          She taught,

Underneath the trees,
As i watched the skys,
In those drought days,
I spotted  feathery clouds,

Light showers,
To storms and hails ,
Of everything she had prayed for,
Came down,

He answered,
The prayers of Mama
Mama's prayers got us going.She never quit.
Andrew Apr 2021
Intrusive Thoughts
A Heavy Darkness Follows
Perceptions With Guilt
I Feel Hollow
Really I See Through
Rationalize
Still I See Too
The Parts That I Block Out
To Help Me Feel Better About Choices
I Make I'm Afraid
I'm Hearing Voices
Reminding Me What I Did
I Feel Sarrow Bleeding Through My Eye Lids
So Many Ways I See In Situations
Making Descions That Better Me
Make Me Feel Anxious
I Can't Comprise What I'm Contemplating
I Let People Go
I Need Myself
I Need Calm My Mind And Free My Self
All These Abilities Will Heal Me And Feul Me
Or Haunt Me And **** Me
No Longer Can I Step A Side
I Take A Breath Then I Step Out Side
The Sky I Gaze Upon
I See A Grave I'm On
I'm Processing And Analyzing
All, Micro Everything
It's Hard To Relax And Feel The Energy
Shamanic Path Dealing With The Entities
I Watch The Embers In Our Hearts
And It's Crippling
To Feel The Sensations Of Mysery
And Try To Justify It With A Beautiful Mystery
I'm To Complex For The Simple Things
I Need To Get Right
Or I Must **** My Self
I'm Praying Lets Make A Pact
Help Me Heal My Self
Doctors Don't Understand Me
There Ain't A Plan B
I Even Feel Distant With My Family
They See Me In The Past Warped
Off Built Perceptions
I Want To Lay On Train Tracks
And Leave Earth
But I Can't Leave A Message
It Would Take Life Times
To Say All My Perceptions
I'm Looking For A Balance Of Peace
Not A Place In Heaven
My Mind Is Infinite And Open
Others Are In A Box
Hope I Don't Get Locked Up
Cos I Can't Knock It Off
I'm Built With
Magick Within
In A Skin Full Of Sin
That Is Thinning
I Can See My Ashes In Dust
Do The Pros Weight Out The Cons
When I'm Adding Em Up
Nobody But Me Can Convince Me
When I Had Enough
Emotions Can Feel Disturbing
And Mold Like
Got To Hold Tight
On What I Want To Be
Not An Old Life
I Feel Like A Vampyre
On A Cold Night
I know Right
Here I Go Again
I Fantasize
How To Shape Shift
Through Candle Light
I Opened Up My Mind To See Things In Ways With Out Confirming To A Single Structure Or Foundation
Battle With Insanity, I Hate It
Sizzle Like Its Satin
Wheeping But I Make It
I See Ghost Upon A Swing
Some Lady In A White Dress
That Dances Through A Grass Feild
The Flowers Dead
Black Roses By My Feet
Is That My Seat
Bloods Clogging The Sink
Meditate In A Casket Just Too See What It Means
Purgatory Screams
The Agony In Dreams
Absence Or Achieve
At The Grave Yard
Writing Poetry Under A Tree
It's Raining
I Admire The Leaves
As They Blow With The Wind
I'm Cold As Ice If You Touch My Skin
Romance And Poetry
Is What I Know
I Used To Hold On The Thorns
Now I Let Go
Observing As Everything Unfolds
Is There A Purpose
Is This A Show
Will The Ones That I Love Most Read What I Wrote
Insides A Symphony
Haunted By The Oak
Vampyre Kato Oct 2015
It's Time To Be Alone,
I Don't Wanna Be Alone,
Apsense It ,Feels So Cold,
I Hurt For You To Hold,
Sacred Notes In Sing In Your Special Soul
Silence , &  Pain Is All I Know
Rain On My Window,
In Case, I Don't Make It Home,
I Left A Voice Mail On Your Phone
Please Don't Ask Me If I'm Sure,
Im To ******* Sore,
It's Time Be Alone,
I Can't Take It Anymore,

Emergency ,
Emotions, Purging Me,
My Hearts Bleeding Out, Ouch I Need Surgey
The Couch Commited Burglery,
I Sit And Drowned About What's Hurting Me,
Days Fade, Embrace The Grey,
I Cry I Die In Lighting Rain,
No Drug Can Light This Pain,
It's Heavy,
My Mind Is Incredible .
But Wont Give Me No Light,
Alright Then Let Snow
My Blood Thick,

Let It Go,
I've Been Ghost,
How Am I Still Breathing,
I'm Litterally Broke Now,
I've Been Defeated,
I Broke Down,
I No Longer Wanna Fight,
I No Longer Want The **** ,
I'm Putting Down The Pipe,
Not Another Drink,
I Just Wanna Make It Through The Night,
Blade Still By The Sink,
See I'm Running Out Of Time,
All I Wanted Is Real Love,
And A Never Ending Hug,
I Chose To Be On Drugs,
That Escape Was Not Enough,
My Brain Just Thinks Of Stuff,
Emotions Feeling Wierd,
I'm From Outer Space,
So Hurt
I Hate It Here,
I Feel Out Of Place,
I Feel Insecure,
Everyday I Feel Afraid,
I Wont Make It Till Next Year,
3 Buckets For My Tears,
My Checks Have Been Periced,
Sliced By My Deeped Dwellings,
I Just Wanna Feel Okay,
My Face Cant Stop Swelling,
Brain You Better Stop It,
Telling Me I'm Over Thinking Things & I Got This,
A Second Later, Your Not An Option,
I Am Rotten, That I Will  Be Forgotten,
I Don't Want The World To Cheer Me,
Just Listen And Really  Hear Me,
I Just Want This Girl To Feel me,
Her Love Can Heal Me ,
Oath , Approach , Rituals ,
Visions Become Invisible,
I Am So Drained From Holding On To Pain,
Litterally Ima Train,
Just Moving On ,
Fulla Rust,
When I Die,
I Hope Ive Been Good Enough,
Ill Be In A Black Rose ,
Fulla Dust,
Hold On,
I Aint Weak,
See Ive Been  So Strong,
Running So Long,
Front Of My Shoes Under My Toes Gone,
Playlist Saves Me,
I Know Songs,
Sing Till My Throat Bleeds,
Life For Me,
Is A Lonely Road,
Of A Burning  Black Rose & Darkness Slithering
When I'm Alone ,
I Litterally Drowned In My Mysery
Life Is A Difficult Mystery,
I Wonder Though,
When I Go,
Who Will Years Down The Road,
Read My Notes Missing Me,
Wishing I Still Alive,
Trying To Capture How I Feel Inside,
Really How I Was Feeling Things.
I Don't Know ,
I Just Think,
When I Sit By The Distant Creek,
If Tonight I Become A Distant Being,
That Ill Be By The Ones I Love,
To Wish And Sing,
Hug Their Dreams,
Give Em Wings,
My Bones Are Stone ,
I Am Me
Soul
Eric Flaze Apr 2010
Be careful out there. Its danger on planet earth. From red lights to street posts. We symbolize our own device.  We synchronize. In unity. Another you is another me. All the lights in town. Shining brightly now. You know there lighting bolts. When you hear the thunder. Screws near the grounds. New items in the lost in found. Faith has left  me. She said goodbye I hope youll find your home. Leaving me alone, with my own beliefs. With a welcoming hand. And a joined committee. Is left sitting by my bed. Writing names on my windows mist. Leaving these words.  Left from the cold of this night.

Chorus
What ya wanna be. Opportunities left under seats. That you drew in your heart. Take a look in the mirror.Your reflection is an enemy. But its a twin that you cant defeat. It exists your the only error. You have your favorites, you have your nightmares. The whispers will break the silent souls. LIke yourself. They'll scream for help. While the reply gently murmers no.  

From your nite light. To your curtains .Im the only friend. Here in this empty room. The only one you have. 
Talking to the maker of words on my painted walls. Thinking they will respond. I haven't heard from it today. Maybe theyll hear me tommorrow. And still the letters followed in a sentence in my bedroom window.

Chorus 
Speaking, Who do ya wanna be. Opportunities left under seats. That you drew in your heart. Take a look in the mirror.Your reflection is an enemy. But its a twin that you cant defeat. It exists your the only error.  
From your night light. To your curtains .Im the only friend. Here in this empty room. The only one you have.   Youve your favorites, you have your nightmares. Remember the moments when there was no darkness. But now the whispers will break the silent souls. Like yourself. They'll scream for help. While the reply gently murmers no. 

Only God could save your hope. For the day it counts. There will be nothing left but a hole. Someday youll experience freedom from mysery. So today im leaving. No more feared dreams. Someane else has come to rescue you and bring you peace.
Check it out
My heart beats intermittently in this mad, mad world,
The pain of it makes it shutter so.
And as it quivers I would have you know
That many well minded people proclaim to defend
The madness hidden here within
Their deafening fog and their blinding snow.

Here where Tully stands
Amidst Horace and Homer’s hands,
And Plato watches as they go
So many years far below.
I was once with them an unlettered lad
Buried somehow now inside their fog and snow.

Is it possible to jinx this madness?
Attack the demons and spill their decadence?
Newspapers daily attacks on the sane
With words like hammers again and again.
Making a false museum out of this insanity’s row.
Falling all around within the cold fog of snow.

Are the insane the real artists?
The vandals the restorers?
The bombs - the ballast?
The lies – the words the authors’
Use to make this world less to know.
Sprinkling mysery about in the fog and snow.

Your own thoughts float down to the place where you are
Watching as another lie falls so far.
You watch it fly out the door into the misty night,
Sailing away to the dark tenements of right.
Wishing it to stay where the art is black and without a glow,
Burying yourself in the fog and snow.

Let sanity swing open in the cages of your heart
Like an eagle soaring with wings held wide apart.
Looking down with an illuminated eye.
Floating high above this mad quasi
Thinkers of thought, squelching out a reply.
No question lost in this worldly fresco -
Lost no more in the fog and snow.
For what it's worth this is my attempt to deal with the craziness that I see in the world everyday.
Eric Flaze  Jul 2010
Every things
Eric Flaze Jul 2010
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the world.

I see the faces from the bus station single me out. In the spotlight like Y life is a crime. I want to hide. I try to explain my problems to them. But they can't understand. What am I supposed to do then. I'll remain sleep walking through all mysery. Tripping on my shoe laces not tied. And breaking away from mis deeds. In this I confide.

Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the world.

Maybe you can help maybe you have heard my cry. But could to care less of this mess that you left out in the mud. When I was the potters clay. But till this day why did you make me. I'm asking what is so real. About how I feel. Oh so scared Is what's unseen.

Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the hurt.

I'm a stranger. A curious undecided answer. Your decision where shoild i be placed next. Am I riddle that you can't figure out. throw me to the ditches and discard my thoughts. From the fustration of it all. Will you find me lost. I'll finnally trust in the cost of your blood.

Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm waiting for the turn of the century to pass by me
temajung michael May 2015
i beseech thee to answer
is there still hope???

Forgetting their vows of chaste they become lecherous
fighting for power, they become ambitous.
their actions make people shock
for they forget why they put on the cassock.
respect for God, our clergies no longer have
but so greedy with the things they have.
they dont mix with the poor to help them spiritually
but go for the rich to enrich themselves.
churches are now business centers for money
clergies bless only those who make the offertory box full.

SO BROTHER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

They stand as if pious to duty
but these our policemen are pious to money,
they check not the motor
but go for “500frs” which is their motto.
they can be seen standing with zeal
hands stretch, they stand still
first, they could be seen to stamp
after collecting bribe, they champ

SO SISTER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

The rich live mysteriously
and enjoy themselves like angels
while the poor live in mysery
and die because of negligence

TO YOU, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

Embezzlement in Cameroon is a virtue
it is practised in all offices
thieves go in broad daylight unscathed
while the innocent ones are caught and they cant fight

My country is said to be democratic
but elections have never been smooth
for thirty one years the president has stayed in power
using deceit and the gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT SHOULD BE??

virgins have now liquidated themselves
they prefer being ravished
everywhere you go you stumble on prostitutes.
my black girls don’t like their colour
they prefer to strive to be whites
thus, monsters they become in a bid to peel their skin
very few believe in “black is beauty”

Brothers copulate sisters
while fathers copulate daughters.

IS THERE STILL HOPE???

Source; IS THERE STILL HOPE???|Inspirational Poems

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