#kevin
Let me not into shame
For in you I ****** out my love
Do you care to see me cry?
What felony have I committed?
If love is a crime, may I be jail all my life
Just a concern heart I need
As pure as the blue-bliss
A sincere soul to believe
Can I be you JULIET?
Let go pride now for I lost mine at a glance of you
In your cologne I lost my sanity
There lies my purity
My undying love is yearning
I need no learning
All I know is right with you
Just MAKE IT BE
More you can
Before I'm banned
Still at where you left with no words
I think not of another
Friends named me FOOL
For I'm full of you now
I shall wait so long to get back
As so far I won't be sacked
#Funky'sinK✍️
#slImswEEt💃
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
The sea at night seems
an alembic of dreams—
the moans of the gulls,
the foghorns’ bawlings.
A century late
to be melancholy,
I watch the last shrimp boat as it steams
to safe harbor again.
In the twilight she gleams
with a festive light,
done with her trawlings,
ready to sleep . . .
Deep, deep, in delight
glide the creatures of night,
elusive and bright
as the poet’s dreams.
Published by The Lyric, Romantics Quarterly, Angle, Poetry Porch and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: Kevin Roberts, Kevin N. Roberts, Kevin Nicholas Roberts, Romantic, Poet, Romanticism, safe, harbor, night, dreams, imagination
These are poems I wrote for my friend Kevin Nicholas Roberts, who in addition to being a talented Romantic poet, was the founder and first editor of Romantics Quarterly.
Ophelia
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
Ophelia, madness suits you well,
as the ocean sounds in an empty shell,
as the moon shines brightest in a starless sky,
as suns supernova before they die ...
My "Ophelia" was inspired by Kevin's "Ophelia" and, of course, by Shakespeare's Ophelia in "Hamlet."
Goddess
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
“What will you conceive in me?”—
I asked her. But she
only smiled.
“Naked, I bore your child
when the wolf wind howled,
when the cold moon scowled . . .
naked, and gladly.”
“What will become of me?”—
I asked her, as she
absently stroked my hand.
Centuries later, I understand:
she whispered—“I Am.”
Published by Romantics Quarterly (the first poem in the first issue), Penny Dreadful, Unlikely Stories, Underground Poets, Poetically Speaking, Poetry Life & Times and Little Brown Poetry. Keywords: Muse, Goddess, Erato, Beloved, poetic, inspiration, lyric, poetry, divinity, Orpheus, Sappho
Talent
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin Nicholas Roberts
I liked the first passage
of her poem—where it led
(though not nearly enough
to retract what I said.)
Now the book propped up here
flutters, scarcely half read.
It will keep.
Before sleep,
let me read yours instead.
There's something of love
in the rhythms of night
—in the throb of streets
where the late workers drone,
in the sounds that attend
each day’s sad, squalid end—
that reminds us: till death
we are never alone.
So we write from the hearts
that will fail us anon,
words in red
truly bled
though they cannot reveal
whence they came,
who they're for.
And the tap at the door
goes unanswered. We write,
for there is nothing more
than a verse,
than a song,
than this chant of the blessed:
If these words
be my sins,
let me die unconfessed!
Unconfessed, unrepentant;
I rescind all my vows!
Write till sleep:
it’s the leap
only Talent allows.
"Talent" was a poem Kevin liked and requested more than once.
Too Gentle, Angelic
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin Nicholas Roberts
Too gentle, angelic for Nature, child,
too pure of heart for Religion’s vice . . .
Oh, charm us again, let us be beguiled!
With your passionate warmth melt men’s hearts of ice.
"Too Gentle, Angelic" was written shortly after Kevin's death. He died on December 10, 2008 and the poem was written on December 23, 2008, just before Christmas.
Beloved
by Michael R. Burch
a prayer-poem for Kevin Nicholas Roberts
O, let me be the Beloved
and let the Longing be Yours;
but if You should “love” without Force,
how then shall I love—stone, unmoved?
But let me be the Beloved,
and let the Longing be Yours.
And as for the Saint, my dear friend,
tonight let his suffering end!,
and let him be your Beloved . . .
no longer be stone: Love unmoved!
But light on him now—Love, descend!
Tonight, let his suffering end.
For how can true Love be unmoved?
If he suffers for love, Love reproved,
I will never be your Beloved,
so love him instead, so behooved!
Yes, let him be your Beloved,
or let You be nothing, so proved.
Must this be our one and sole pact—
keep you ***** forever intact?
I wrote "Beloved" a few months before Kevin’s death.
Nightfall
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin Nicholas Roberts
Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now,
as I await death.
The rain has ruined the unborn corn,
and the wasting breath
of autumn has cruelly, savagely shorn
each ear of its radiant health.
As the golden sun dims, so the dying land seems to relinquish its vanishing wealth.
Only a few erratic, trembling stalks still continue to stand,
half upright,
and even these the winds have continually robbed of their once-plentiful,
golden birthright.
I think of you and I sigh, forlorn, on edge
with the rapidly encroaching night.
Ten thousand stillborn lilies lie limp, mixed with roses, unable to ignite.
Whatever became of the magical kernel, golden within
at the winter solstice?
What of its promised kingdom, Amen!, meant to rise again
from this balmless poultice,
this strange bottomland where one Scarecrow commands
dark legions of ravens and mice?
And what of the Giant whose bellows demand our negligible lives, his black vice?
I find one bright grain here aglitter with rain, full of promise and purpose
and drive.
Through lightning and hail and nightfalls and pale, cold sunless moons
it will strive
to rise up from its “place” on a network of lace, to the glory
of being alive.
Why does it bother, I wonder, my brother? O, am I unwise to believe?
But Jack had his beanstalk
and you had your poems
and the sun seems intent to ascend
and so I also must climb
to the end of my time,
however the story
may unwind
and
end.
I wrote "Nightfall" around a month after Kevin’s death.
Storied Lovers
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin and Janice Roberts
In your quest for the Beloved,
my brother, did you make
a near-fatal mistake?
*
Did you trust in the Enchantress,
La Belle Dame, as they say,
Sans Merci? Shall I pray
more kindly hands to gather you
to warmer ******* and hold
your Spirit there, enfold
your heart in love’s sweet blessedness?
*
No need! One Angel’s fond caress
was your sweet haven here.
None ever held more dear,
you harbored with your Anchoress
whenever storms drew near.
*
Whatever storms drew near,
however great the Flood,
she held you, kind and good,
no imperious savage Empress,
but as earthly Angels should.
*
In your quest for the Beloved
did the road take some strange fork
where ecstatic feys cavort
that led you to her hermitage
and her hearth, safe from that wood.
(Did La Belle Dame’s dark eyes hood?)
*
I am thankful for the marriage
two tender spirits shared.
When the raging waters glared
and the deadly bugles blared
like cruel Trumps of Doom, below
how strong death’s undertow!
*
But true spirits never sink.
Though he swam through hell’s fell stink
and a sea of putrid harms,
he swam back to your arms!
*
Life lived upon the brink
of death, man’s human fate,
can yet such Love create
that the hosts above, spellbound,
fall silent. So confound
the heavens with your Love
and fly, O tender Dove!,
to wherever hearts may rest
once having sweetly blessed
a heart like my dear brother’s
and be both storied lovers.
Amen
I wrote "Storied Lovers" on New Year’s Day, January 1, 2009.
You Were the One Who Talked to Angels
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin Nicholas Roberts
You were the one who talked to Angels
while I was the one who berated God,
calling him Tyrant, Infidel, Fool,
Killer, Clown, Brute, Sod, Despot, Clod.
But you were the one who talked to Angels—
who, bathed in celestial light,
stood unarmed, except for your pen
and your journal, ecstatic, to write.
How kind their baptisms, how gentle their voices!
Considering their nature the world rejoices,
and you were their gentle, their chosen one . . .
you, my kind friend, now unkindly gone.
But you were the one who talked to Angels,
in empathy, being their kind,
a child of compassion whose tender heart
burst beneath skin’s ruptured rind.
You sought the Beloved with a questing Heart;
once found, the heav’n-quickened Spirit must fly!
You mastered Man’s strange, fatalistic Art—
to live, to love, to laugh, then die.
But living here, Angel, you found the arms
of a human Angel and, living, you knew
the glories of temporal, mortal love
where one and one eclipses two.
And now she mourns you, as we all do.
But you were the one who talked to Angels,
as William Blake did, in his day,
and, childlike, felt their eclectic grace—
sweet warmth, illuminating clay.
Two kinds of Warmth—a Wife’s, and Theirs.
Two kinds of Love—Human, Divine.
Two kinds of Grace—the Angels’, Hers.
Two Planes within one Heart combine.
And so you brought far heaven near,
and so you elevated earth
and Human Love, to where the Cloud
of Witnesses might see man’s worth.
*
My Christlike brother, who talked to Angels,
where do you soar today, I wonder?
Do you fly on white percussive wings,
far, far beyond earth’s abyssal thunder,
and looking back, regard the earth
and its lightnings and their bellowed hymns
as the sparks and groans of a temporal Forge,
as merely momentary things?
There, looking up, do you see the Host
of those who ascended, of those who see
all things more clearly, having slipped
thin veils of flesh, for Eternity?
And will you, in your Joy, forget
the sufferings of mere serfs below,
or will you remember, cry “Relent!”
to those with the power to bestow
the gifts of spirit upon the many
rather than just the Chosen Few,
who sell bottled grace for a pretty penny
and break the hearts of doves like you?
Or will you be the Advocate
of those who live—the *** the *****
the homeless man; the indigent;
the waif who begs at the kirk’s barred door
and dares not enter, for her “sins”
which the rich-robed mannequins deplore
as they circle her and mind the store?
Will mercy, pity, peace conspire
to hold you in their gravity
so that, still Human, you aspire
to change earth’s dark trajectory?
I wrote this poem the day after Kevin died.
Keywords/Tags: poetry, poems, poet, Kevin Roberts, Kevin N. Roberts, Kevin Nicholas Roberts, romantic, Romantics Quarterly
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
Angel Friend
He is an Angel Friend.
Old, Wise, and Designed to have a huge heart
A hard working soul that never quits or did such weaken to bend.
Upon his birth..
Designed for brilliance - the bigger, brighter, and more
significant of life purposes..
A legacy forged
At his birth
An energy made itself A great and bright start
Elderly ages equals wisdom and a fatherly care
Energy in a heart forged from gold - such strength shared and Naturally grown
Such vines to sprout and bond
Connections created and they never detach
Away from the one's who have shared such energies, in return.
A beautiful artistic creation
Created through heart's truer matches..
Selfless gifts
Formed from the kindred spirits - like the silk worm's
Carefully generated stitches of silk
From their gratefulness and directed sharing of portions of their life's force
These fibers are woven into unmeasurable
Dime Worthy estimated or appraised "trinkets"
of breathtaking Tapestry Blankets or "clothe windows.."
Joined forever as one, from one starting love's warmth to another,
train on "crazy rails in need of redirection.."
Such souls see and hand over irreplaceable rider tickets
Clothe pieces of spirits joined as one - as tapestries .
Quilted generations bonded by their loving and sharing connections in Golden Spirited worth .
Heirlooms handed down between life's generations
New births of fresh spirits
Climbing the ladders of time
as cherished timeless gifts
Given to those whom he cares for
Bonded to even those outside a "family" pool
until the very last breath.
Spending not a dime.
He shall toil until his spirit leaves the Earth
Then such energies stay with those whom he cared for
All timeless and unmeasurable ticks of the clock
or sands of the hourglass
Light shines upon the extension of the cared one's family births
Therefor , he has always been earning a defined role
"The eternal force of caring.."
"The warrior's toll."
In edition to the medals of honor
Golden Wearable awards, given unto him, by the Creator.
Titled as the "Creator's Golden Heart" and "Love's earned Crown."
As written in the Latin Life's Wisdom Scrolls" as:
per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
Foggy memories
A dream or a nightmare?
Pain and stress...misery.
Whack...Whack!!!!
Give me the pills for the pain....
Hell, I'm a little quack!
I strike hard to make the ball a winning shot.
I sweat hard..giving life ..
all of the remaining strength that I've got.
Down the same old halls...every day.
A gallery of my life.
I smile at the visions.
For I've survived ....
I deserved a name plate...below the art
I survived over every hectic way.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
She has leather
Golden locks
And wears plenty of Lace.
The golden heart
Has shown plenty of Grace,
She has earned plenty of days in Shanghai-La
She's even more beautiful at her age
The gypsy sparkles
As she dances
Singing
A "white winging dove"
It sounds like "she has been singing"
Music to my heart
Peace Bells are ringing.
Sparkling from her shine
I've been under her sweet spell for years
My midnight dream is clear
How I wish she was mine.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
No person ever says, “hello.”
I search for actions
To better my existence
Fake Promises and Infractions
Of crimes plagued upon me
That others voices echoes inside of my head
“laughter “ at this joke
Why? Because he is broke? Or just “Ill?”
Is this a dream? Or a Nightmare?
Am I dead, in this quiet, before the next
Vulture who swoops down on this “seeming dead”
Soul - can’t people see that this is a “human”
in there?
Never taken seriously.
Laughing, aloud, at myself.
I look in the mirror
Like the movie “Pink Floyd the wall”
As steam and shaving foam hit the mirror.
A busted smile remains delirious.
Until my “trial”
Will people ever come any nearer?
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
I fall in love with possibilities, probabilities, and potential
You’re reality and the reasons to love scare me into a sleep
Dreaming of all the possibilities it could go wrong
I fall in love with them too
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Holidays are of what one makes of them.
No matter where we spend them or with whom we share
these times with....
It comes from the beats
of a Human Heart
from which flavor of the moments in which we place out there
Cheers to staying true,blue, and real
It takes strength to remain in such a beautiful state
The celebration of the one's who share your life
memories of those who passed on
Even just sending a text to those who think of you...
Such are things to cheer and sing
and cut the first piece of holiday pie with a favorite knife.
Traveling,stationary, or in high-octane work modes - we flow
with the beat of this season's cheerful reminder in heart
of the miracle we have been given of family, souls in memories of those we shared our life with, and the moment we have to be free and at rest
or doing such things
that bring out our best
in this life we have only one try
To remain strong, true,blue, and a force that remains
in flow to the next future and also remains in the written books of history.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
I seem to be engulfed in an exciting conversation
Topics of sports, politics, creativity, and relation..
The partner and friend that I am enjoying this "flow with"
Is me,myself, I, and the situation of Seclusion.
Brainstorming my escape.
My partner draws in his ideas that are of worth
He is so smart
While the other conversationalist in this duo
Feels like jumping the gun, going on the flight, and leaving people cold and cruel.
I satisfy my urge to release my steam at my partner as he is only the reflection in my mirror.
He sees me so much more clearer
He never talks back or denies a chat
as we are one in the same
A brain hungry for another to plan, create,express,and debate with.
Exactly where to find the moment and place to find such an entity is quite narrow.
As I'm here, there, and I'm almost everywhere
where the right people seem not to be
So, until then, I love my conversational partner
He stimulates and entertains me.
I never feel alone
As me,myself, and I have a date to be and stay free.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
I have yet to receive
My mutual love
From that one I put forth energies ,to.
Freedom of feeling uplifted
When the signal is returned
I fly on the wings of the Dove.
Nights go by
No answers to my connection
The one whom I hold dear....
She seems to never hear
Or has seen the true admirer,near.
What is the price
To receive what love
I selflessly put forth
As a signal to gain her attention?
Gold,youth,ot fame?
Questions arise as the pain
Of her silence plauges me
Does she fail to see
That id give her my whole world
My life
Just to have her return my energy
My feeling
My true care
My heart?
To create a brave and new miracle
Of a new life
A newer world
Mutually together....
As a brilliant start...
Of a better existence
Than remaining a loner
A drifter
In a large world
Uneeded by those fakers
And those who fail to except
My invite
To a better world
After all we've been through .
Such an answer
To end painful lonely days
With you by my side
Each day ... A paired experience.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
No matter with family
Or celebrated solo
Thanks to life and friends
Your soul is no low.
Energy to understand why
Grateful energies lift you up
Is worth more than a dinner
And a wine filled cup.
Thanksgiving is the celebration of
Freedom,strength,life, and appreciation
Not just for friends and family
For every thing you've earned,enjoyed,and the life you are still in
Such things are worth cheers and celebration.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
That Remains..
Of my soul... ****** dry by the leeches of disaster
My blood is gone... My Zombie-fied body aches to bleed, once again.
I'm a sponge dried out. Under the Sun.
I need water, to drink. To get back to the fluid master...
of getting "back to life"
Becoming more human.. this boil sets to bust
In need of relief of the torment of walking on eggshells
To avoid a nuclear chain reaction..
Caught in the middle of the battle grounds....
I'm the old and dying car that has been left in the junkyard to rust.
To have the ability to smell the roses, once again..
As my nose has been cut off to spite my face
My rebellion to ask for a "helping hand"
Infected me..then the community like a deadly virus..
It spread throughout my loving community and infected
all to grow green, sick, hard, and drug into crazy days
As an army of those who tossed away their hearts..
Not only destroyed his and their brains..
Hungry for more of "true Feeling" Hunger ways..
"Give me the vaccine or cure"
So I can become beautifully flawed as a Human
Since this Monster's once Human heart
Seems like a bright light which is now dulled to a Memories Blur
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
I tripped over a traffic speed bump
as I fell to the ground as I was walking
Such a fall felt like a mountain
when the vocal fires of rebellion, toward me, started talking.
After caring ears failed to listen to my innocence
and then turned their backs torwards me
I started to build a wall.
As I was halfway through blocking out the world
I woke from this nightmare and listened to my heart
I smashed such bricks to pieces
and decided to make a fresher, and newer, start.
You are a link in the chains of my life.
What happens to me
It happens to you
So feel th winds of Karma return to you.
I shall still be waiting for you, standing.
As I am not a phony. I'm indebted to you friends to the very end.
When you are down with the mistake
The small one which I have made that you are now branding...
Feel like a puny fool as you walk back when you need me
and I am the one, only pone there...still standing
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I'm not trying to be needlessly edgy or ****
But can we lay off Kevin all up in yo Spacey?
I know it seems wrong
But I feel I can understand
Or at least relate
Because when I feel too much love in my heart
For somebody younger
Who is a guy
I start doing crazy ****
Like projecting my life onto his
Maybe he's scared
Maybe he's alone
Maybe I could save someone from that
I have to remind myself that was just me
And that there is no such thing as salvation
When your mistakes are supercharged
Because of the scandalous homosexual element
Yet there's no one to turn to
Because nobody understands
So your actions become louder to drown the silence
The stakes of the mischief grow
There's tens of thousands of dollars in property damage
That can be attributed to my sexuality
You have to find a way to push past that
The only way I found
Is to be open about who you are
Because until then the fear will consume you
You fear they will laugh, mock, judge and hate you
Until you wish they were silent again
And they will do all these things
And you will wish all those things
But you'll be able to face it with strength and honesty
Because your fear is more powerful than their callousness
But more importantly it's better than the alternative
When people discover your nature
Through a mistake you've made
And unleash the wrath of God
They will never give a ****
About how they contribute to these moments
They're only there to throw gas on the fire
They say it's a mistake to ****** a minor
They say it's a mistake to be a whiner
And there's no one who'll ever take your call
Expecting them to understand
Well, that's the biggest mistake of them all
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
August.
The month of my Birth and first shine
of my soul upon the spirits around me.
Like a star
I shine and flicker in this "galaxy of Living Energy"
Human beings and our friends, the animals...
I draw in their signals of energy
and fuse with those I know of, in soulful energies the best.
Synergy.
Binding in Symbian waves
energies that protect and that nurture our hunger for another soulful energy to help nourish, grow brighter with, and to share peaceful moments upon this Earth
I was never an "Accidental Life Form"
When my parents looked down at my helpless physical body at my birth.
I was created for reasons I have yet to know about or to yet understand.
To better our world, country, and society..yes.
In unique and Empowering ways...I have just figured out those purposeful definitions of my existence on this planet.
As every time I look down on my mistakes, Human Ways, and even "Stormy Moments"
I reboot my passions and remembrances stored in my memory
of the stronger and much more powerful reality
I was born on this month, even on the very day..in this "birthing anniversary"
For plenty more miraculous reasons than just being "the human" in me.
I see my Energies of hope, helpful abilities, and our creator's eye for added gifts that are of more than what scientists could ever explain...
I am a Humanity... The tool within it... To help it from every allowing itself to die or war in vain.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
Patience is rough
Fear blocks the warm and soothing energies from such.
What we value or have been toiling hard to work torward what we weighed as gold
We have a ways to go
We rush through the better paths
As we rush to have what we want so much
Now...not later
I set myself up for a fall
And failing to keep energies and
Moments in balance and my eye on the true picture of my prize..
Love,career,money,and success
Has already chosen me
If I stop to smell the roses
And wisely pace and use my time
My emotions
I shall earn this reward
Rightfully
And without the measuring
The time and o erwhelming steps to such
I'll have my goals to the prize
Sooner
I know what and whom in my life I seen
For the right reasons and passions
In which wisely enjoyed patience Nd labors
I'll have such things To possess
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Sunshine and Blue Clouds
Gulls Flying Over Blue seas
Pictures of warmth and Blue Skies
Are the true definition of utter beauty
Holding hands
Running for the tides
Laughing as The waves crash us to shore
We are captives no longer.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Warmth covers me
as summer progresses this night.
Relaxing my souls to dreamland
A new and refreshing dream-land
is now in my sights.
Crickets chirping
the blinking of bright stars above
Are beacons of security
I feel free as a Dove.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
Where does a heart beat when all about it simply misunderstand
why it has been beating
what it needs to keep beating
and a direction pointed to a better time and place
where it isn't constantly battered and compared
"You haven't earned your space"
"You are one in a thousand trying to do the same thing."
However, the love for what you wish to do and create
From blood,sweat,and tears
it is a song that's hard to sing
years of perfection
Vocal practice
Before the created products are discarded as "Unneeded"
What about my heart frightens you?
Never the same as all the others
Never employing the same routine as the others
I am sick of being the one pushed out as the "sudden example"
to the flock
Where does one fill the emptiness without sisters and brothers?
Maybe a new fresh idea on the block frightens you since it might
"be the next best thing.. or maybe not."
One never knows unless chances are given
Without openness, the albatross has now a completed knot.
We must not need to define a "shelf" on Life's Display Case of
Importance
In order to get along and mingle
If we interact, right
Hey, this might be the "newest of Jingles?"
Open your hand and give a true chance.
Alike a sweat soaked Tango... Such a "Dance" is quite complex
In life, most things are a "complicated Dance."
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
There was a sound
In the night
It was my passionate heart beating.
Restless and irritable...
I started to act out in artistic rhythms...
Communicating my disdain and unhappiness
I changed such feelings to light
and fought the inevitable
The forces of strength were warmth and truth
a strong spirit
regenerating itself back to its former youth.
I stood up and wrote and played through the night.
I reached out to others
and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight
The Karma was bright as it returned to me..
Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor
to aid this fine world
As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book
as my words changed the outcome which we had thought
could never be stopped from being unveiled.
It was freedom of spirit and speech
A beautiful weapon in which we all possess
I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness
as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which
upon darkness
I had it upon such used to wail.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
I am Happy for the moment
I breathe and I am alive
I have this moment in which to make the best of
What creates a Human in Will the conditions
in which to thrive.
I am free at this moment
I am able to enjoy a sunny day
As it turns into a peaceful and is star-filled through this night.
Even though my mind can wander and be feeling the cold of another future moment's plight
I can clear my mind and relax
As such moments that are free from a fight
Free from hectic times and motions
Gives me a chance to reflect and become cheerful
of warmer and more fruitful future sights.
Even if the world should end tomorrow
or the armies of the world should start a war later this night
I can be, at this moment, myself and proud...
Free from anything, at all
from free anything that creates such sorrows.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
I'm ******** out rainbows
Isn't everybody aware?
I'm sick of crying tears.
I giggle in happy insanity
Because all these colors I'm making make even hell glow
With happiness
Even the devil is swinging on the dance floor with me
So enjoy my show
as my pants fall down
I'm ******** out rainbows
as I'm sick of dropping with a frown
I'm the new clown
In town
I rock the way to happier times as I change rusty and despairing subjects
A giggle from the loon
in the quiet
shall start a chain of giggles in the city
all of us sharing
this magical moment
we take a dump to relieve ourselves of this sadness ****
I'll tell you something
I feel lighter than air
As I leave a trail of colors
Out of my ********
I'm ******** out true happiness from the end of dark madness
I'm glowing from the relief of heavy burdens of sadness
as I am the new life that was always inside of me...
We are all sisters and brothers...
Let us join in
Pants down
We are much bolder than all those stiff others
Just a great show
Because, now, we are all ******** out rainbows.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
I walked through a rainy day
Looking for a rainbow.
During an epic week that never seemed to have the sunshine.
I found some Wonka Bars in a store display.
I ran in for a few bars and never won a thing.
However, keeping my mind on the prize kept my distraction from the storms.
Then, as the sun peered out
Just when I had lost interest in the sweepstakes...
I had gotten lost in the flavor
I found, in that last bar, the "Golden Ticket..."
As the sun started to shine and I felt my heartbeat
of the gratefulness of a sweet and silly moment...
I won the jackpot...
A prize of happiness
A moment of victory which I shall, forever, savor.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC