Maria Imran Jul 10

I feel like a little bird caught in a strong, grey storm.

When it gets dark and the lights start to fade
You lock the door and we hide in the shade
The smoke of your cigarettes is filling the room
My paradise is hell and your heaven is doom

Afraid of the height we get on this flight
Scared of the monsters we go out in the night
Joyfully facing the heartache and pain
Hoping that the pilot won't crash the plane

Devastation and love are so close together
Better laugh because crying won't make it better
Dry your tears, baby, for as long as you
Can die with your soulmate everything's good

A prelude

I was happy once
So happy to be alive
So happy to be me
Now my heart's broken
I'm on the floor
Too scared to push the knife deeper into my skin
When did it all go wrong?
When the people you trusted
The ones supposed to be the most important ones in your life
Are the reason for your devastation
Is it your fault?

The worst time. Not in retrospective, but at that moment, yes

Pity him, or her...pity them
Pity those victims of devastation
And infestations
And molestation
Pity the children...those abandoned babies
But it is not enough... something beyond pity.

Pity those in extreme poverty,
Suffering from incapabilities...
Pity those with agonizing hearts
Because of missing body parts
Marred, disfigured, debilitated
But, it is not enough something beyond pity.

Pity even those with aching hearts
Devastated, with broken hearts
Who find it difficult to heal
Believe again, a cruel world, so real.

Be guided,in reflecting,
There are others more deserving,
Beware of those who are self-serving
Know who are in most need of caring
Know that, beyond pity, there's more to be done
Much can be done...If we all try to be one.


Copyright April 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#abandonedbabies #abusedchildren #molestation #devastation #incapabilities #pity #npmimportant

Brent Kincaid Feb 25

He was sitting on a fencepost
A mouth harp in his hand
He started making music
Like a ghostly rubber band.
He called me a stranger
And, I asked him how he knew.
He raised his head and stared
And seemed to look me through.

He said:
There is nothing down this highway
But heartbreak and a tale
Nobody will friend you here
There’s nothing good for sale
We are here with no way out
So move right on away
You only have your freedom
If you don't let yourself stay.

Some people think it’s heaven
‘Cause they never had a chance
They never had a friend before
A storybook romance.
They made some stupid choices
Now there’s a piper to pay.
They’re deaf to rhyme or reason
No matter what you say.
Some believe they never had
The character to change,
That they were born without a dream
The hopeless and strange.

But we know lonely backroads
That never reach the bay.
We live in fogs of memory
Here in Futile Quay.
Where once we were children;
Now we never smile.
Our trip down this highway
Is a never-ending mile.
So go on back to comfort
To security and plans.
Stay too long in Futile Quay
You’re out of fortune’s hands.

Jon Po Dom Feb 25

City besieged
So many fallen
Beneath your feet
Joy and Laughter
Replaced by
Horrors unseen

I see the pain
In your eye
Senseless fighting
Bombs falling from the sky
Screaming, Yelling
Children crying
Blood on your streets

The world on its knees
Hoping for peace
Your beauty forsaken
Loved ones taken
A path of destruction
Complete devastation
Will you ever be
Aleppo again?

JM 10/3/16

Drove through snowstorms over icy roads
Warmed by the fire of my love for you
Following a lifeline of energy
Thought it led to your heart, warm and true
But there was only burning pain as you pushed me back
Erasing all the joy I ever knew
Signs were there that it was a trap
But the mine exploding in my face was my first clue

Open hearts are always more vulnerable
Atta Santoso Jan 4

One day I saw you
pale skin, brown hair and everything's gold
brown eyes and blue sky matched well.

'Who is he?' I asked my self, bravely took a step forward to make sure you were a human being.
You were, indeed, a human being.

All the girls acted dumb and you were like a cactus erected deep to the really wet ground. Steady, dangerous but dying.
All the boys looking like you, jealous.
They were the plants grew on dry ground.
They need water for living.

and all the dumb girls
they wouldn't leave until the death of the steady cactus
money was all you have
and everything else i didn't really need
Kept watching your deathbed

I thought it'll be entertaining
Thinking you were like the others
dumb, and dumb, and dumb.

Oh no! I felt something on my cheeks
Wet and salt I taste and wet
Tears? Was it tears?
The lightning strucked to the center of my heart,
I didn't enjoy this.

Your deathbed was my deathbed
I was in terrible pain
But why?

And did you know?
The reason off the pain that i felt?
It's because
I fell in love with a dying cactus

1:03 am
Temporal Fugue Dec 2016

I look upon the devastation
it's totality, serene
Nothing left for preservation
every nook and cranny, clean

No vestiges of life
no hint of joys or pains
An apathy of strife
no light within, remains

To mark a date and time
where such a thing occurred
Or who would claim the crime
the memories now, are blurred

I am what I have made
of this there is no doubt
The reaper has been paid
my inward eye, turns out

One of my first poems, I'm still tweaking it :D
Brent Kincaid Dec 2016

You idiots!
You unconscionable poltroons!
Your minds have the intelligence
Of helium filled balloons!
You had a chance to save us
But when it came down to the wire
You chose to let a circus clown
Win the race and play with fire.

Who could know you have learned
Nothing at all from before
When you elected those two morons
Run the show while you snored?
Who could guess that people who
Claim to be so Christian and good,
Would act like from the ears up
They were made entirely of wood?

You imbeciles!
Do you not see what you have done?
You chose a man who seems to think
Lying and embezzling are great fun.
You did not choose the candidate
With experience and knowledge;
You chose the guy who swindled those
Who signed up for his bogus college!

Millions of us with wisdom predicted
This man who praises Vladimir Putin
Would want to start World War Three
Because he is so fond of shooting!
He thinks, without a bit of experience,
He can simply put on another act
And all the rest of the world will
See his mad delusions as facts.

You chowderheads!
You have sold your country out!
Later when it all falls apart
You'll blame someone else and pout.
Now you cheer and chant USA,
And pretend you are so damned brave
The rest of us fear for the world
And hope there is something to save.

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