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Kenshō Dec 2014
Following the dusky orange of the sky,
I would wade through shallow pools flooding the trails.
Just after sunset when the air radiated with
constant chirping that would beam and penetrate the silence,
I would setup altar at the dock near the hills.
The absence of humans would bring about the spirits.
Nature sounds would amplify and visual acuity would hone.
Some sort of love and peace would fall before my feet.
The mountains would be like towering ancient gods and ancestors.
The trees like earthen tentacles slithering upward yearning for light!
The stars would gleam like alien eyes staring and observing.
Sounds of the unknown would shriek from one corner of the worlds to the others. What it was that could be defined I knew not what went on there. However, I cannot help but feel a lineation of ancestral wisdom, of which can be absorbed. I also have come to the feeling that this mystical experience is condemned and kept out of reach of the layperson and common-man. Human kind would transmogrify its being from the inside out, incarnating into
the Gods and Deities.  I have clearly gone too far from
the common thread of thought. For those stumbling
across my message of cogitation, I urge you
to disregard any  interpretation of this piece.
Go on about your normalcy.
Madman coming through!! And he is blaring his trumpet again!!
AS Nov 2014
Why thinking that much,
when babe you know you want me?
Just come over
and kiss me hardly,
baby,I know I'm driving you crazy.
And maybe,
just maybe,
there'll be something from us,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we'll be the ones
that will prove the world
true love exists.
Babe I wait your sign,
to jump in your hands,
'cause you're driving me crazy too,
come now and let the madness
fill the air around us!
I pray every day
for you to come to me,
to grab my face
and crush your lips in mine,
and pick me up.
Common babe come and pick me up,
and I'll lead you to heaven,
somewhere far away from here,
where we will be the king and queen,
and we will live,
like in the fairytales:
HAPPILY      EVER     *AFTER
Come and be my king!
Mick Nov 2014
Looking at my world
No
Looking at my kingdom
The exterior coated in
Fragile icicles
And
Frosted dreams
Metal force fields stretch above me
Infinitely
I try to feel these metal walls
My fingers tingle to shimmering ice caps
As I get closer
Why is my kingdom so cold?
Why can I not touch my beautiful world?
I see my dreams
Resting upon the shackles
Mocking my longing
My wildest dreams.
Are untouchable.
My domain
Is untouched.
My kingdom was not built for me.
liz Nov 2014
Looking at these fancy pictures
Wondering what it's like
To be on the other side.

Taking this step
Is just not enough.
Looking out into the night
Wondering what it takes
To feel alive.

Everyday it's the same thing
Pick it up and go.
Not thinking twice about
What it is that's being me down.
I run to the place.

Welcome to the kingdom.
No one dares to make it past
Our gates.
Golden thrones,
Silver swords...
We got it all.

And I say,
Welcome to the kingdom.

This bloodshed is long lived.
Ready for the fight,
Because we got something better than
Cold lies.

We got it good in this palace.
Decieving eyes,
Wild minds,
Steel built hearts,
Undefeated and strong.

Even when the darkness
Demands a war.
We smile,
There's nothing to wait for.
Not thinking twice about what it is
That can stop us now.
We run.

Here in the kingdom,
We bring them down.
Fire to ashes.
Here in the kingdon,
We bring them down.
Snow to ashes.

Welcome to the kingdom.
Joseph Aaron Oct 2014
When the threads of gold are stretched,
  When the lives of men are in distress.
Pull down the lever to start this endeavor,
  With the pinprick of the gold spinner to put the princess to sleep,
     Bring about the winds of change as warring factions heed the call of priceless lives,
  The minstrels singing to the winners who survived the fall.

With the  kingdom crumpled and the men at fault,
   Who is there to blame but the king's forethought?
Wherein these restless nights shall lead to turmoil and the walls shall decay.
    Despise the soldiers who protect the fray,
Put arms in revolution and take back the winds...
    And have it all start over again.
Isha Kumar Oct 2014
I walk away from
the world of my dreams.
It is just an illusion,
It would seem.

But, what is my dream?
I know not now.
I think it vanished.
I know not how.

How was the world
the one I had dreamt?
The one I built from
the memories I kept.

Was there no sorrow,
No hate nor strife?
The world I wanted,
Was it filled with life?

Was it a world
where wishes came true?
The smallest, the simplest,
and the impossible too?

Where the littlest joy
with everyone, was shared.
Where in the difficult times,
They fought and they dared.

Was it a world
where there was no hate?
A place where we
wove our own fate?

How was my Kingdom
of dreams that I lost?
What was it worth?
What was its cost?
Joe Woodhead Oct 2014
“Yorkshire! Yorkshire!” I hear the EDL scream,
as if somehow the county, relates to their regime?
Trying to push on others their far right views,
and tainting Yorkshire with their taboos
cos Yorkshire to me, is whatever the **** I want it to be,

I do love a bit of local pride...
maybe to revel in the comfort it provides,
and even though stereotypes say we're tight,
as well as stubborn, argumentative (they're prolly right),
But I'd rather that, than be uptight,
like a stereotypical southerner might

I recently read a quote from Stuart Maconie,
“England has a bottom half,
but there isn't a south, in the same way there's a north”
The North in the south means desolation,
A cultural wasteland with deserted stations,
a place built on violent, aggressive foundations,
With mid summer Arctic temperature fluctuations,
Nothing that comes close to a nation....

But that's not what I see,
To be from the north means good fish and chips,
with tomato sauce and vinegar, it's glory on the lips,
I see people willing to lend a hand,
A honest chat about the weather as you stand at a bus stop
that you never planned,
It doesn't matter whether it's a cob, bun, bap, barm or roll,
Or that the north was ****** over by the outsourcing of coal,
Or your opinion that we're all just sat on the dole, drinking tea out of a ***** bowl.
We should still all have a similar goal,
To have a good time,
and not hurt a soul

Sometimes I do like to revel in the divide,
but I'll always welcome people from the other side,
Acceptance is not sin,
and if you let it,
it generally ends up with a win : win

What's Yorkshire to you? I haven't got a clue... but come sit down so we can have a chat and a brew! And hopefully we'll both learn something we never knew.
Poem about the North South divide in the United Kingdom.
Amitav Radiance Aug 2014
I have been born to this affluent world
Rich with diversity and nature’s delight
So many wonders mesmerize me
Benevolence is the essence of this abode
The microcosm reflecting the magnanimity
Immediately I was accepted as a tenant
Being fed from the abundance of cultivation
Fertile soils yielding bountiful harvest
Feeding me to make me stronger
I walk upon this earth with pride and joy
To see mankind and animal kingdom thrive
The camaraderie between and nature and us
It still does not say, “You owe me”
We are indebted to this planet for the largesse
Yet, not rich enough to pay back the debt
I am just a tenant, wonder if I can repay
Only way I can do that is by nurturing love within
And not to destroy this space at will
Only I can love the earth with my heart
And help, in my way to nurture its purity
Many more to come after me can be a tenant here
Let this be a reminder, we are not here to plunder
Freeda Lobo Jul 2014
When the world is broken
And all that lies of it
Has been taken

When all your needs
And all that you've loved
No one heeds

'Cause all you earn
You'll find in them
When around you turn

Your family, your paradise
None other, never shall be
Your kingdom in heavenly disguise.
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