#steel
Inheritance
By virtue of
Birth
Whoever said
life
Is fair
You’re not
Entitled
To anything
Unless
It is given
To you
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
Millennial children
Fists in the air
It’s not fair
At the top of their
lungs, they scream
Life is not what it seems
Rapacity acquisitiveness greed
Cheeky buggers succeed
Reparation until you bleed
I’ll take what is yours
I don’t care I’ll stand tall
I’ll watch your fall I want IT ALL
I want your land
What’s in your hand
Mountains ocean grains of sand
Why because I belong
What’s wrong is right?
What’s right is wrong?
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
I can protest everywhere
With one tweet Block the streets
A city in decline admits defeat
Loot pillage plunder
No wonder
No one fights back
Human locus descend
Bourgeoisie stores condemned
Relocate higher prices transcend
Beg Barrow Steal
I’m not making a deal
We’ll take it by force, of course
Whoever said
Life
Is fair
It’s a cold cruel world out there
Desensitized humanized no one cares
Humanity compassionless, blank stairs
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:48 PM UTC
Faith, have ye none?
When hell beckons thine name
Wilt thou be that faithful son?
Or wilt thou cower in shame?
Hark ye devils, and make no protest!
For the hour has come for ye to die
And let thy heart confess
March along into that fire, aye!
For He who Judges all hath come
Serve His will and have no fear
For the closing hour draws near
Hear Satan's beating red drum
Steel thy courage well
And let the blood make thy heart swell
With blood and steel shall we pay
All the sins and follies of our days
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
Must heat and red devour on dark,
whilst ferrum's fuelled with rage?
Must the flames bloom amidst the sky,
whilst we feed the furnace coal?
Achtung ! Dichtung ! the song of steel,
may fill the forging halls,
Schreien und die in agony,
ductile-brittle the ****
Come fourth let's quench the iron's yearn,
lest it strengthen to core,
And forge with pride and wit along,
the tools of our fight,
A crescent for hands who grant the grain,
A hammer to pound our blade !
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:48 PM UTC
{ “He plunged to the centre, and found it vast.” - Conrad Aiken }
STEEL AND SILK
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to **** afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
©GhairoDaniels2017
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Edward Carnegie was once a normal man,
Steel monopolist extraordinaire.
Till a fateful dip in rail stock,
Lead to his discovery of time travel.
Confused, he landed just a few years from the modern day,
Where he was arrested by the Time Police.
"Edward, we'll set you free,
If you defeat public time enemy,
The Alien."
So off went Carnegie to the modern day,
To face off against fellow PTE.
But what was revealed,
Shocked even the Time Police.
His business partner, Henry Frick,
Was the real villain all along.
"Buckle up, we're going back in time!"
Back to the time of steel money,
Frick had almost bested Carnegie.
"The company is mine Edward, stand down!"
Though undenounced to Henry,
His advisory had pumped his veins full,
Of the Blood Of Steel.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
You dress in the morning with jewelry of steel,
While thousands of miles away, they forge bullets from the same thing.
They claim to keep the peace as they turn their gun your way—
More steel, melted down, to make your coffin nails.
And once again, you're dressed in jewelry of the same kind.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
Opposing seamless things
immersed natural binding,
mock-cope artisan-core
everything boundary ending,
self along sings
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
In emerald seas where shadows play,
Steel ribbons thread the green ballet.
Through whispering pines and mossy glades,
A journey carved by human blades.
The iron serpents hum their tune,
A song that cuts through leafy dune.
Sunlight dances on rails' gleam,
In this hidden, tranquil dream.
Beneath the canopy, worlds collide,
Where nature and man in silence bide.
Tracks through forests' heart, profound,
In this sanctuary, our paths are found.
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 1:43 PM UTC
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In a lego world, anything is lego possible,
even hair on lego heads blowing off, and
being mistaken for an acorn cap,
then I think of dolls with acorn heads and
smile, at the multiplicity of ways to imagine
models of reality where whatiferies are tried,
judgment day in the old village of the ancestors,
eh, right, who we danced for, when we was kids.
We learned the way, not the why, time is too tight.
So we rebelled
at the fascist way, busted loose, ax me
do we worry, non
sensed
not since I can't remember when…
fret not, said the child who believed, because
he was told, God's got everything under control.
Jesus winked, and said winds do as they please,
within the atmosphere we breathe and be in.
Winds free wills fix artistry as trying art, umph
at tension, wills filled with mistaken angst, un let
go. Loosen wills to flow down hill, imagine canals
that drained the marshlands all fill up in disuse,
and the world's slow cycle of balance originally
intended when mankind became science wise,
appears to
hold the pattern, see the design,
find a pattern,
say truth showed you,
so the old man say go see,
rethink realization in your imagination, pattern
re-co-knowing mindform made on recognition,
all dressed up. No place to go.
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 2:31 PM UTC
Sated by remorse
An evil eye, a salient gift
Silent to you, is the first of many worse?
Speeds of compliment, to understate an eye to lift...
Roads of paradise?
And the heat of a romance's kindness
Swear by the austere, a callous force to wizen?
In the mind of decency, is the sanity of guidance to attest...
A kiss of harmony...
And the children of sincerity, with no moment of goals
Sovereign tools of seldom seemed, alive in the sky's intimacy
Pick your poison or your letter, a challenge of dismay is here to fulfil
Likened to stillness of a metal that has the time...
Stir your future in a clashing spoil, of what was our hope
Saved by stone, and the still eternity of steel, is God after your life?
Notice the momentum of love, sanity is a relationship in hatreds cope
Blue of the sky...
Seldom with a kissed order, to heart and the thirst...
Of ventures and seem, ready to give you an able why
Just for the canniness of promises, the sky has burst...
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 12:08 AM UTC
I have become as steel, forged within frigid winters heart
With a hardness, no desert summer could hope to rust
Sharpened to a fine edge between shifting sands
And grinding glaciers, which, given millennia have honed
Shaping my geometry in such a way as to cut inward
Carving jagged crevasses at right angles to the core
Whose arrhythmic pattern resembles a diseased damascus
Indistinguishable from the delaminations of a failed weld
Running down the length of my spine with spiderweb cracks
Covered by a clever fuller designed to distract the eye
With a stylized straight line, slowly tapering at the tip
Rounded by the blunt force trauma of repeatedly stabbing
The anvil on which I had been so hastily hammered
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 9:04 AM UTC
i was scared to try, scared to fail
but if i never strike the iron while it’s hot
then I’ll never get my man of steel
i was blind to see the colours bleed
scared to bare witness to the unraveling
but to heal is to release
baggages, bandages, bruises of cool tones
repair the foundation before building the home
aligning with intent, the present a reformed man
actively pursuing my desired amend
arrows shot from cupid’s hand
Adonis’ kiss, Aphrodite commends
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
Steel chairs
They’re steel chairs
They’re still his
And they’re still yours
They’re a steal
They stole your stillness
And still it’s not theirs
Can you care to sit?
Can you stand to sit?
Can you stare at what sits, instead of steps, and not stop by the stairs?
They fold into
They fell in two
They feel in tune with who would dare
Never to kneel near the silver snare
There, there, they’re all there
Their wooden chairs
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
Mist-minded, clouded thoughts
Can't seem to focus, or keep rapport
Importance is relevant, irrelevant I dwell
In this cartography, well-drawn Hell
Zipped up lips, verbiage tripped
The spoken, delivery, edge unclipped
Harsh and cold, worn limestone
Regardless of polish, I'm overgrown
What feels real is this heart of steel
All else surrounds, of fabric, of gown
Dressed up nice to masquerade
False-tipped smiles, dead parade.
The forge burns true, just underneath
My love, my Sun, I shall bequeath
Hardened and cold, aftermath of the craft
Add a little heat and reveal my heart.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
you hide under an umbrella made of steel
wincing at the sound of the rain as it hits the pavement
the same sound that I love so well
the soft pitter patter that mimics my beating heart
you cower away from the water, while I dive headfirst into the downpour
I just want you to come dance in the rain with me, that's all
set your steel umbrella aside and play with me for a bit
you and I under the bleeding sky
could it really be so bad?
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
You are amongst those who stayed far more thine.
Far more attractive is the intelligent kind
Not just the mind yet steely eyes
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
I cover my heart
in a layer of steel
so that the things she has said
I cannot feel
It makes it harder to push
the blood through my veins
but we can grow a little
learning from the pain
Your heart will grow stronger
in its little steel cage
keeping you centered
letting go of the rage
When your mind is healed
and your body has calmed
You'll notice the cold steel on your heart
is now in your palm.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Words can strike like swords,
leaving wounds that time can't heal;
They scar the heart and soul,
more so than iron or steel.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
_Love is like true Magic.
And Magician have beautiful Art
To steal someone's Heart
Magically,
Their soul and mind
with so much kind
That's another wants to find
So,
Love is like true Magic._
💖💖💖
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
My skin of steel
Battle-hardened
Decades-old
But yet to break
Like precious few
She comes in
I still don't know
What she will bring
Then a warmth
Starts to grow
Sets ablaze
My firey soul
Before I know
What is happening
Flaming steel
Dripping off my skin
What remains
No regret
But the burns
Not quite healed yet
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
Let us change the course of our kismet
By dividing our steel tongues
amongst the crowd
And spitting upon the roots
with sonorous rage.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
The cover never tells the truth,
for every story... has papercuts
when you've turned the page.
Every fable can tell a tale,
some sweet as pie, but not all apples are
syrupy, some putrefy from the core.
For this cover shows her reading,
while rabbits playfully play.
Not one for ill suspense..
The book was different ways to
cook rabbit, she knew they
attended this spot.
Know your pray,
Remember that to be at ease
gives them a false sense of passivity.
Now when your ready, make your move..
The best practice is to scare, for a moment of
uncertainty will make then scatter in directions
not uniformed..
With that she slammed the books pages together,
startled bunnies ran in all directions...
The ground around sewn with steel teeth
awaiting
gentle steps to snap shut...
She stood up proud, that the book was true,
not all tales are fairy tales some are truthful.
As a few were still squirming, she did an act
of kindness, the book heavy as it came down.
The family will feed well tonight,
she had to wipe off the fur
but there were plenty more stories
of how to capture and create
that fairy tale meal..
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
the useless mower
lying forgotten
in weeds,
rings and crosses and
all the paraphernalia
the soul no longer needs.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
Indestructible, for Johnny Cash
by Michael R. Burch
What is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash is gone,
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Can a man out-endure mountains’ stone
if his songs lift us closer to heaven?
Can the steel in his voice vibrate on
till his words are our manna and leaven?
Then sing, all you mountains of stone,
with the rasp of his voice, and the gravel.
Let the twang of thumbed steel lead us home
through these weary dark ways all men travel.
For what is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash lives on—
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Originally published by Strong Verse. When I was a teenager Johnny Cash used to pop into the Nashville McDonald’s where I worked to buy burgers after the Grand Ole Opry let out. True to his nickname, the Man in Black always wore black. I think he’s as immortal now as human beings can become, since someone will be singing songs he wrote and and recorded till the end of time. Keywords/Tags: Johnny Cash, black, hair, clothes, boots, voice, rasp, gravel, steel, guitar, songs, music, mountain, stone, heaven, manna, leaven
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC