"gaurdian" poems
i
why don´ t they just make a machine
that does our living,lily,darling,
save a lot of messing..
we live all these years and then
slowly our memory depletes them
(though they say all memory lives within..)
if we were programmed at the beginning
some kind of limiting of emotion
ambition etc..
alpha to epsilon
brain washing
soma..
*** but no reproduction
endless fun
order..
is belonging
art gone
the way sure..
simple dogma
love or go
love..*
ii
lily says
love is meaningless
unless we are ready to
die..
who is..
would i..
i
stood
high
to the very
devil..
fall over
weebil..ha..
but to die
and see sun
rise no more..
little bird
sing
in
the silent
dawn
sweet voice
eternal greeting..
blithe angel
o children
of the future..
messenger of
the gods..
loyal gaurdian
to ever
and never..
outside
and know
a silent cosmos..
be born anew
to heart
be found..?
*through-out the poem are references to the
brilliant novel brave new world.for which i make no
apology but as a mark of respect to great talent of
aldous huxley..
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
To the gods of the north, I pray
And raise my cup for the fallen ones
Then I cry
In Valhalla they'll sing
Rain
Red blood keeps pouring down
Come Valkyries, join me on that final ride
Here I lie bleeding
Odin, I await thee
The battle rages on
New lines they're weaving
The future, the past and the present
They're one
They will reveal their mask
To show me a way to survive
This bitter war
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
And terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
Destiny
A spinning wheel
The path of glory
Round and round
come join us
On your final ride to Asgard
Let's move on fast
Allfather waits
So let's heed the final call
For now
We leave this world behind
It's over
All glory to the brave
Still blood will rain
Through storm and fire
Let war winds reign
It's the feast for the crows
Follow the light
Just follow the light
Or fade away
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
and terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
We'll keep on weaving
We're crushing through lines
With our battering swords
We're marching on
Assign the brave
To survive
This bitter war
Soon it will be over
He will be the one
We'll weave in
And terror will now rule these lands
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
When the battle is lost
And the slain ones are chosen
Valkyries will guide us home
We'll heed the final call
A call to arms
The Valkyries will guide us home
The finally I hear them say
Carry on
For Valhalla awaits you
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
No sign of life did flicker
In floods of tears she cried
All hope's lost it can't be undone
They're wasted and gone
Save me your speeches
I know (They blinded us all)
What you want
You will take it away from me
Take it and I know for sure
The light she once brought in
Is gone forevermore
Like sorrowful seagulls they sang
(We're) lost in the deep shades
The misty cloud brought
(A wailing when beauty was gone
Come take a look at the sky)
Monstrous it covered the shore
Fearful into the unknown
Quietly it crept in new horror
Insanity reigned
And spilled the first blood
When the old king was slain
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony
How long shall we
Mourn in the dark
the bliss and the beauty
Will not return
Say farewell to sadness and grief
Though long and hard the road may be
But even in silence I heard the words
An oath we shall swear
By the name of the one
Until the world's end
It can't be broken
Just wondering how
I can still hear these voices inside
The doom of the Noldor drew near
The words of a banished king
I swear revenge
Filled with anger flamed our hearts
Full of hate full of pride
We screamed for revenge
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony
Vala he is that's what you said
Then your oath's been sworn in vain
(But) freely you came and
You freely shall depart
(So) never trust the northern winds
Never turn your back on friends
Oh I'm heir of the high lord!
You better don't trust him
The enemy of mine
Isn't he of your kind and
Finally you may follow me
Farewell
He said
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Quietly crept in and changed us all
Nightfall
Immortal land lies down in agony
Back to where it all began
Back to where it all began
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
light magenta vertical;
gaurdian of the margin.
light blue horizontal;
conveyer of the ledger.
the space
between -
white teeth gleam,
refracting
lunarlit scribbles
across one loose leaf,
fell by some god
awful idiot,
all for
you
to space
out
on.
i will be
written
down
yesteday
in elegant
recursive
flicks
of the
wrist -
a has-been
fate.
so, i am not supposed to be here.
not anymore, anyway.
i know that.
i am three-hole
punch drunker.
awkwarder.
but those potential
whatif's glyph bright
behind closed eyelids,
and
it
makes
me wonder
just a little longer.
indigo
cursor
blink.
blink. blink.
blink.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
"A holstered product secretly hunts after its own end product-"
"-not metal targets nor flying geese, but mortality."
A man, with graying hair and pursed lips, told me this. A well-trained and prayered piety had crept along, pounced, and overcome him. Like Edison, a creative obsession gripped his spine and puppeteered the entire body. It was a plague, he called it, or something like that. Even at a young age, gaurdian 1 & 2 lulled him to the steeple's hiding. He noted how the steeple was always at mast. His children would observe the same detail, live the same routine. I studied the curious character for weeks. A facsimile of the Word seemed permanently pressed on his brain, trapped behind devout eyes- For weeks I studied him, give me more time! Each biblical page was scribbled and creased, share and reused. -no longer. "My holster found its mortal tonight, friend. I'll raise the barrel and create a grand scene."
Slight pause, heavy breathe, slow speak. "Colossal at best."
by Kendra Cook
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
Finally you came, been waiting forever to see
the one who was made perfectly for me
Been looking for too long and decided to give up
and forget about everything
About my gaurdian angel, love of my life,
one person perfectly made for me... My Everything
Now when i look at you, i can see
everything that you mean to me
Love, Affection, Perfection, Protection, Eveything! ... My Gaurdian Angel
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
In a corner that is illuminated but dark
There stands the guardian who fell
Her beauty radiating as she watches
The demons who walk, watch or talk
She waits and waits until one bites
To bring her into the pit of darkness
Where everything seems to be hopeless
While she fakes the ****** she deserves
The window of her soul says it all
Yet the demon stares and doesn't care
And when the darkness is over
She raises up from the twilight
Then she returns to the smiles
Who awaits for her return.
Because she is the gaurdian
Who gave everything for them
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
I wonder if she saw this coming
DID she even think to change?
NOT herself completely but just enough to regain strength?
WHY would she let herself go?
DIDNT she feel herself slipping away?
I miss the happiness in her laugh
TRY i said to her with every breathe i took
I can see her face wash away
HAVE i even tried my hardest
TO keep her here
LET alone, save her from herself
GO she screamed as i stood there silent and stiff
THE eyes of a lonesome girl drifted down
MIRROR mirror on the wall
IS that the girl i should have become?
MY heart sank in my chest
NIGHTMARE or real,my body is at rest
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Out in the West, a Tale is told
By Wise weathered Indians of old,
Passed down as a Shamans Tale
It told of Guardian Spirits...
For Our Mother Earth and Father Sky
On Sacred Lands only reverent pass by
Those with Selflessness Come through
To pray to Mother Earth and Father Sky
Give thanks for Brother Sun and Sister Moon
Some that the rite goes back to ancient eons
Brought by the Anasazi to all his Children
In praise for what they were given.....
A wanderer Came upon these Sacred lands
With ****** in his heart, and blood on his hands
Father Sky sent his Spirit Hawk as Guard on the Land
His cry in the Sky reached the ears of the Wolf Spirit
A pile of bleached Bones the angry man came upon
The Gaurdian Wolf Spirit Howled out a Warning
As the Man's Spirit broke the Sacred Circle
Bounding the Bear Spirit came to ****
His Claw reached in and took the Hatred from his Heart
But without it the Man lost his Spirit and Began to Die
His death quick but not alone, he landed on a pile of bones
With his Companions He lay, til the day he was just bone dry...JMF
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
The sun had hid behind the clouds that day.
All else was quiet.
I lay out spreading my fingers
along the wheat like grass that covered me entirely
as I stared up towards the twilight;
wishing that I had only to jump
so I could soar among those bright dots against the cover of the night.
If I closed my eyes
I could almost taste those bright metallic drops,
like warm milk spilling over the brim of the morning pal.
That fantasy I harbored
to lay on the cresent moon like a hammock against the night,
only to have it dip me into the slosh of the Milky Way.
That’s what I long for.
Anything but here.
All I ever wanted,
all my dreams
lay nestled between those stars,
and as the morning sun peeked out from over the horizon,
as the dew that covered my body
rolled down gently
to form tiny shimmering impressions against each blade of grass,
as the first bird began to sing its song
to welcome the heated smell of lilies
and the fading of Pluto before the dawn,
I felt as if I would cry.
I knew,
when that sun shone
in all its concentrated rage
that my life would go to hell again,
as it did every day of my life.
Daddy would wake up.
All would go to hell.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
The common Indians, famous for visions,
But actually infamous for their laziness.
Me included.
We need to rise above such lucid dreaming,
Then we will observe our world improving.
Yes, surely.
And we won't feel the need to study elsewhere.
The Indians who move out are necessarily required,
To do petty cleaning or similar petty jobs,
Your ego is too big for that.
As much I have known you, you can't handle it,
And I believe that I have known you the best,
Your traits are all known to me.
And that is why I keep on advising you, often needlessly.
I know why you are upset and hopeless regarding me,
Because I have always tried to be your parent,
I tried to be your gaurdian angel.
But you have killed the love inside you by yourself,
I don't fear my own eternal loneliness as much,
As much I fear your eventual failure.
And your probable self-destructive nature at that time.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
Odin/Hashem
/
Thor/Triune Loki/Allah
/
Vikings /Valkries
Odin/Hashem (The Poem)
Loki the bad son
Thor the faithful gaurdian
for his dad
Assorted misfits
wait for the payoff.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
I sit here, now,
on my porch faraway from that place that I had called home,
away from the hate,
pain,
and depression that had festered inside me.
But I sit here,
also faraway,
from the smell of the sweet honeysuckle
that would grew savagely on the wooden fence.
I sit faraway from the shimmering dew
that I so loved when laying out in the open country
for acres and acres that was my backyard.
I sit faraway from the luminous sky
that had so often taken me as a lover would in its never-ending arms.
I sit here in Long Island, New York
with a husband and no children to fill my ears.
I say now to myself,
a woman of twenty
that I only ran from one hell
to become so trapped within another.
Chad.
That’s his name. My husband.
We ran away together when I was seventeen
to New York so we could become husband and wife.
How was I to know that life would turn out like this?
I bet your asking yourself, “Does he beat her?”
No.
No. He doesn’t beat me. He wouldn’t dare.
But instead he does something else;
he hurts me, but in my heart.
Just like my daddy did.
I never thought that I could love someone so much as I love Chad.
Every time I see him
I can feel my heart skip a beat.
Its as if I were seventeen again when we first meet.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
I wanted him so badly, that I’d do anything.
Except go all the way.
I stayed true to that
and waited like a giddy schoolgirl till we were married.
But by then and now, his love for me dimmed.
I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me.
That light that I would wait for every night
when he came home tired from work
would send me soaring.
And when we kissed,
oh boy,
it’s as if I tasted that metallic heat of the stars all over again.
But it’s different now.
He’s found someone else.
I know he did.
I can feel it like only wives can
when your husbands falling from your hands.
My past was comming back to me.
My own Haley came back
to take what was mine again.
I know it
I can feel it like only a sister can.
She was always a ****
first takin away my Scott and now Chad.
She comes back to taunt me
as Mary comes back to sooth my soul.
And my love’s fallen for her.
The romance is gone,
and I pleaded with him
that romance, that blissful romance
would become something more
sober and enduring,
but his ears were closed.
He said he found another,
plain just like that,
someone who made his heart go pitter-patter
as mine still does for him.
Though he would never leave me,
that I knew certainly,
he chose to desert me in other ways.
He’s never home,
he does not call,
those sultry notes
he would have delivered to me
stopped coming,
and that embarrassing delivery boy
that would sing out for all to hear
that horrible three lined serenade never came knocking on our door.
Silence.
That was all that was left of us.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
I got up out of bed putting on my slippers,
worn down through the years, to see what all that sound was for.
Haley was dead asleep holding tight to the pillow.
Her head kept jerkin and I remember
Mary sayin that people who ****** in there sleep was havin a bad dream.
So I laid my hand on her head
and stroked it soft
like how Mary did it to us,
and watched as she quieted down.
Again I heard the noises
and slipped out into the dark hallway to figure out what was going on.
I was always curious to know why he made those noises when he was with Mary.
I leaned against the doorway,
half hiding behind the post to get a look.
The grainy texture of the post underneath my fingers
made me careful about catchin any splinters in my fingers like usual.
Daddy was on top of Mary,
sayin out mamas name softly,
moving up and down on top of her with his eyes closed,
I could tell cause
I couldn’t see the whites of his eyes
or the redness of ‘em
seeing how he was drunk and all,
while Mary laid under him, her hand over her mouth crying.
Those tears so much like the summer rains
rolled down her cheek
catching the light of the moon
just like they did on the blades of grass.
I didn’t know what was happening,
but I knew Mary didn’t like it.
Daddy, not knowing I was there,
asked Mary in a husky voice,
scarcely above a harsh whisper,
if she didn’t like it,
and how he could remember
her speaking out to him on there wedding night
and such.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Mom, how have you been?
I can't believe its been so long
All the memories in my head spin
As I sing this 'I Miss You' song
Its still so hard to believe
You're not coming back to me
True happiness is hard to achieve
When I think how can this be?
Though you're my gaurdian angel flying high
I'd rather you be here
But I know God does not lie
This is how its meant to be and you're both near
It was our fate
Now we just have to learn
No matter what we wont truly seperate
Still for your embrace I yearn
Mommie, I love you
God had a good reason
Just know that it was for the best , thats true
He said for everything there's a season
I have to accept your time has came and gone
Before mine really began
Now we're both where we belong
Not going to forget , but I'm going to slowly get over this tragedy , I know I can
Promise me one thing now
Not to be sad
Because you're here somehow
For that I'm glad
Put a smile on your face
Your baby girl is protected by God's embrace
And is growing at a fast pace
Focusing on the beauty of grace
I'll see you in my dreams tonight
It'll be as if its real
I'll hold you tight
So the hole in my chest will finally seal
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
Im youre gaurdian angel I protect you from being hurt.
But you still dont believe in me but in the shadows you still lurk.
When i see you, you dont see me I am there for you in the time of need.
I read your name on this piece of paper and wish to be by your side.
But for you to love me is for you to decide.
I looked at you when youre asleep and image you actually need me please give me a chance.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
This wasn’t the first time
daddy had asked Mary to come into his room,
but I was so surprised
that she called daddy by his first name
but I didn’t say a word.
That mad look in daddy’s eyes
shone as bright as those sprinkled stars
as he made his way beside the bed.
“Come now darlin’,
don’t make me beg for ya.
I need my wife tonight I can’t help it.”
His breath puffed out
in waves of sour miasmic *****
as he bent down low to kiss Mary on her head.
He stayed there
just seeming to breath in her hair for a moment.
Mary stayed stock still
in the bed rubbing my head
telling me it would alright.
I didn’t know what was happnin’.
“Can’t you see the girls are scared tonight?”
Her voice rattled horasly,
as if she was scared but she lay there firm.
Daddy looked around suddenly
as if tryin to find something lost.
“Where’s Kylie?” he asked
scratchin his head
as if that made him think better.
He peered into the dark,
his eyes squinted
a bit as he tried to see through the dark.
He shook his head
but I sat up and said
“right here daddy.”
I went up to touch his arm but Mary held me back.
“Don’t touch him.” She whispered to me,
then patting me on my arm until I quieted.
“I don’t know Don,” Mary said to him,
“Probably out like usual
lookin’ up at those stars again.
You know how she loves her stars.”
Daddy laughed again
then took Mary’s hand
pullin her up from the bed.
“Come on now Martha.”
He cooed kissin her on her hand.
“You’ve got to leave the girls to sleep on their own.”
Mary tried to resist but daddy only laughed lacing his fingers in hers.
I lay still that night,
Haley held tight on my arm cryin silently.
She was thirteen
and kept whisperin over and over
that it wasn’t right what he did to her.
“Why are you cryin?” I asked her,
but she only told me to hush and close my eyes.
It must have been about an hour later
when I heard sounds commin from the other room.
The headboard was hitting against the wall
and daddy was grunting while Mary’s voice,
small was whimpering, almost cryin.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
1967.
I was ten years old on that old farm in Georgia.
My mother died when I was three,
leaving behind three girls for my daddy to take care of.
He ‘took care’ of us good.
When mama died he took to the drink.
Sitting day in and day out
on that old gritty brown chair
pouring poison down his throat.
I’ll never forget that one night
when the wind outside was cryin' out
to no one particular
and the unforgiving cold
slithered in like a mist
through the cracks of our wooden house.
Daddy had been talking in his sleep again
to our mama,
which was odd to me cause she was dead,
but that never stopped him.
We knew then,
my sisters and me,
that he was drunk,
like always,
but when he started hollering
and crying for mama to come back
we knew that he was done out.
We huddled together
in my older sister, Mary’s bed,
while she lulled me and Haley to sleep
rubbing our hair back,
singing a sweet lullaby
that I distantly remember our mama singing to us.
That’s when it happened.
Daddy shouted out “Martha!”
real loud
as if he could hear her voice
and came running to where we were sleeping in my sister’s arms.
“Martha.” Whispered daddy.
He looked at Mary, eyes only a slit height open
before he leaned against the wall waiting.
“Why don’t you leave these girls alone to there bed and come on in with me?”
Mary, I remember
turned white as the moon on a clear night.
Her clutch on Haley and me
became like iron
as she stared with wide eyes at daddy.
“Not tonight Don.” She said shakily.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Thousands of Americans
Dead
at the hands of police officers.
Look at the masses,
all races,
all religions.
You've unleashed a torrent
long-simmering tensions.
What a sea of people
in the capitol on a chilly December day.
You've electrified a larger audience,
Thousands of American citizens
who can't breathe
in their own communities.
"This is an American march."
a history making moment.
He traced his small hand on his poster
and wrote
"Don't shoot me."
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
This is about a girl who left her home to find herself in places she knew she could never be found
A walking calamity
Inside of her is a wild thing a dying thing
She was a foster child.
Her house was never home but she called it that anyway cuz when her childhood tasted like slammed doors and police sirens speeding the block she had to dream of a new reality.
Contrary to popular belief the drug lords were not her friends and no she did not steal for fun.
When you don't have a mother to teach you to be strong and the only parent gaurdian she ever knew never showed her that weakness and was gone
She was stuck somewhere in the middle.
So yes, this is about a girl who left her home to find herself in places she knew she could never be found.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Guardian angel
Where are you now
Your words have faded
Theyre almost gone
If you never come back
I will forgive you
And Ill be fine without you
Ill keep on surviving
Before you leave me for good
I want you to know
I’ll miss you
Forever and always
Wiping my tears on the sleaves of you sweater
It no longer smells like you
It wont shelter me from my fears
But its as close to you that I have
Reminders of you follow me like a shadow
making me feel like Im losing you again
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
She watches me, and smiles at my laughing face, but she is not stupid; she sees.
She embraces me, and when I begin to cry, tears from her fall as well.
She notices, and worries when I am not in her line of sight, because she knows its not right.
She understands, and when she does not, she doesn't hesitate to apologize; though she is innocent.
She protects me through a mask, because she is not what most see her as.
She is my guardian, and over and over again has saved my life.
How does one thank her?
I am at a loss......
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
For my final breath I want to just tell you ever since I first lead my eyes apon you I fell in love.
But now you will never know because you are not here with me.
When I leave this earth I want to be your one and only gaurdian angel.
They say to save my breath because you will not hear me.
I don't care what they say I'm going to tell you even if you can't hear me.
I love you!!!
I have loved you since our very first hello to each other.
I just want to tell you now I love y...
BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP :'(
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
When we fall asleep at night
There is no control
Over what happens in the interim
exept for the glorious entity
Who wakes us up
To a brand new day
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC