"cementary" poems
When Gods tried to churn ocean
For nectar with Meru mountain
Firstly it was poison which came
Because of its severity all life forms
Where in great threat
All Gods prayed him
He decided to take the poison
And save the world
Which eventually made his neck
Blue in color
So we call him Neelakanta
He has a third eye
So we call him Trinetra
He is the destructor of Evil
He wanders in Cementary
To pacify and soothe the spirits
By doing Shiva Tandavanam (dance performed by shiva)
And saved us from those spirits
Shiva is his name
Chanting his name can save you
From any hazardous situation
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
I have daddy problem
I wake up fatherless like
Every other African American
Child out there.
Most kids
know where there father is.
They either in jail, remarried or in the cementary.
For me,
I have no idea
Where my old man is.
To be honest,
I really don't give a ****
Either.
Most kids hate there father,
They don't give 2 ***** about
Him.
I don't hate my father.
He was never there.
So it feels like I never really
Knew him.
How can you expect me to
Barely have feelings for a man that was barely there
To begin with,
And how can I hate a man
That didn't do nothing
But leave me and my mother
To struggle.
He abandon us,
It's his lost.
I got use to him not being
Here that he became nonexisting.
When I see pictures,
I can't really identify him.
All I see is some stranger that's in all my baby pics.
To get myself through the day
I tell myself he was only a
Temporary sitter.
His service was temporary,
His stay was only temporary,
After his deadline it was time for him to skedaddle.
A couple visitation until I was
8 then he became gone with the wind and never came around again.
I have daddy problems?
Nah, I'm fine.
My mom play both roles and I'm ok with that.
Yes times get hard
But there's nothing I can do
About it.
Just live each day as I can.
Forget a father figure.
I'm doing just fine with out him.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
why is there so many faces of hate, so many reasons not too but follow the ones who taught you, to, hate. we are not born this way, to live a life filled with angering decay>our first breath was made for love crying for what , so many peopl run from. yet our human path was set, we the life as good as death. fake plastic people revolveing door in the labor and delivry room , revolving door at the cementary and morgue. We lived this life striving for what?. to be cast down and judged. I fought my whole angasnt your hate and racism. I wonder would it been like if i wasnt hated for the color of my skin. i wonder what it wuold be like if i wasnt hated for the clothes i wear, or the tattoos that tell a story. I wonder what if would be like aif iwasnt hated for being alive.Never will the wounds of your hate and the words you say, beable to removed the scarsof your way. i m fovever changed , marked tattooed internally, emtional brutality , The worl have somany people on it most have different faces, rarely do we see these their faces of love. i wonder what it would be like if i wasnt hated , but loved. A true love like from above yet able to touch . I know i thought i experiecned humans abiblty to love, but it was a dream , a lie i chose to belive . This human race with forever hurt eachother rather then love. Its sounds crazy, that our humanity uses fear to gain wealth and popularity. for selfish end , the common man , turn thier back and say **** a friend. what is your price i ask you to think , is your comfortable Hate really what you wan to believe .Take off your mask , unviel your face, take a good look at love in all the human race, for how stupid can you be, to hate a whole race of people, because of a lie you choseing to believe. I wonder what it would be like to live this life not being hated for the color of my skin, i have experienced thier hate, and racist ways. yet i still stand , i still fight.... i will not laydownand walk in the masses of lies,, even though my skin is white. A white man?over privledge, white boy, always has an easy life?Now thats a lie i ask you all to dispize. it would be wise for us rto open our eyes, see the lives, like mine
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
The finish line, the ending
Ascending stone graveyards
The resting place, we face
Sooner or later, my creator
Reincarnation rebirth
Alongside my Lord I rule
The earth as a king
I will search, I will travel
I am, his servant to fulfill
His prophecy, his purpose
His cause I'd die for it
It's living, and much worth it
Best days of my life
Spent with you, only you
Oh how can I regret, forget
Wish you the best,
Hope you success
Love you white dress
~ Our times of purity, me and you, any little mistake, anything wrong, any inappropriate actions, was the end of it all, hard to bear, it's okay now I truly understand no one is perfect, we were so clean, unique, refined, sharpened, internally holy, it was too much for us to handle ~
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Hot embers lined the sky;
A blanket for the ground.
The world forever cold,
Yet flames churned endlessly.
Ashes on the playground,
Where the children used to play.
The echoes of laughter
Faint on the wind.
Ashes in the offices
Where the parents used to work.
Empty desks and broken chairs,
Crumbling to nothing.
Ashes in the cementary
Where all come to die.
All those in mourning
Have no one to mourn for them.
Blinding lights, sonic booms;
The Earth stops spinning.
Unfortunate, that their downfall
Was their own doing.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
The blossom of roses and daisies
Flourished with the rising sun.
But how would they perish?
Would they wither slowly?
My throne would obstruct all,
Made from the ashes of petals.
The sun would set over broken fields;
A cementary of beauty.
Yet it matters not.
First come the flowers,
And then the world.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:48 PM UTC