"mather" poems
Thoughts are caged,dreams are frightened
Cheer up my Country,we are 'Independent'.
Oh Mather,you should be proud of your children.
Their cages are changed now but not open,
The dust on their bodies have changed theirs colours
but not left their soul,they changed the name of the cause
to shed blood but didn't stop fighting.
Children are dancing in the rain,Candles are lit,
but the darkness is not ready to leave as it still
carrying some bitter taste when it exchanged some
words with the holy light.
The mournful faces are evaporating from the
increasingly hot surface of the mighty land.
Your children are effortlessly following a program
and for a moment ,they find a safe niche of trust
where they can bury their endless anger and broken
promises of disaster.
But the program blocks all the doors from where
the human apathy,philosophical entity and emotions of
holy togetherness are desperate to get out.
In this eerie hours of need,I am on my knees-
Let there be light in our dark side of the moon,
Let there be morning ragas that will erase
the last night's cruel memory.
Lets all be Independent
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
she told me that she feels useless
but i doubt she has the slightest glimpse of idea
what it is like to wake up every morning
and feel like the whole world is upside down
that every breath i take ignites my throat
and every sip of water drowns me
that i haven't felt like a human being for months
and i simply feel like i've lost my purpose to be alive
but has there ever been one
i am lost yet i don't want to be found
my demons beg me to run away
but how could i when i know that they'll come too
i have a desire to **** to destroy
i am a walking chaos
and no mather how hard i push myself
how hard i try to be human again
i fail and i am starting to give up
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
My Little One All Grown Up Now,
I just want you to know
wherever your life takes you,
my heart shall also go.
When we learned that you were coming,
it was a wonderful night!
But little did I know, my child,
you’d become my guiding light.
We held you and we raised you,
kissing life’s pains away;
but now there’ll be another
starting with your wedding day.
So go into the world, my Girl
and chase all the joy you can.
Just remember you’re still mine,
I’m just sharing you with Your man.
I wish you all life’s happiness, love,
though now it’s with another.
But always remember–never forget,
No one will ever love you..
As I can, I will Always Be ,
Your Daddy and The One ,
That Gave away Your Hand
To A Loving caring Man.
I know the Hurt is Still there
When Mom Went Home for Better care
She is Now In Heaven Pleased as I’m
For the Choices you Made
to spend a Lifetime with this Wonderful Man.
I love you and Always Will Your the Last One to Leave
But the Door will always be Open for You
Cause that’s What Dads Do When They Really Love you !!
@ Jay Mather 1/24/2015….
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Ommmmmmmmm
David Mather is in the womb or Taylor Marlor
With mark Marlor being his new dad
Ommmmmmmmm
You see David Mather was a very nice person
And he wanted to be with the kid who liked Brian Allan
Ommmmmmmmm
But I know for a fact that David Mather misses his family
So Buddha made him still live in Canberra to be close to them
Ommmmmmmmm
You see he died around my birthday, he was also getting sick at times when I knew him
Ommmmmmmmm
He loved cleaning the shoes at. Vinnies Belconnen whilst he spoke about his family
Ommmmmmmmm
Please Buddha give David a great next life with Taylor and mark whilst he looks over his old family
Ommmmmmmmm
Enjoy your new life David Mather
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 5:40 AM UTC
Its a wonderful silence, a breath taking beauty, its malicious lovely.
Uncontrollable urge that fades into my passion that embrace more then my imagine.
I was born with you and i will die with you.
We connect with others, and they connect with us.
No mather what, we are bound to be in love with each other.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Hours into the first awakening
The freshly thawed swamp
Echoes with new spring life
50 Fahrenheit in the sun
My spirit renewed
Wayton to realign
Setting on a hillside
Feet propped on a tree
Mather earth is so Kind
And this body I’m blessed to be
.........................
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
That way so much burning so,
Its forever it you so.
Go my mather understand,
Its forever go you kent.
So its you forever good,
Im so much it for its look.
Go to you the square begin,
Its my girl to you Kristine.
Im okay its for to you,
So its look begin its you.
So much world im you so gone,
Im it looked for to yon.
Im all back it for to me,
So its look to get for be.
Its okay so good in job,
Looked for to get in book.
Im to go so much begin,
Its forever my Kristine.
Im its you so gone okay,
That way no so you my scray.
I to you its for to me,
Looked for to get to be.
Late to you so long for good,
Its forever it my look.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Intrigue me, no wait, no sorry,
Am not baffled, despite the world deceive me,
Boy not even grown, only ten,
Mother's son want to live no more.
Standing on a broken forefront,
Of a high tower,
The boy is under the ticking
Clock.
The clock strikes nine,
The boy life flash before his eyes,
Fill with tears and contempt,
He made his mind up to jump to
Death.
No!!
Make sense out of this before you
Jump,
Don't rush, don't shake nor stump.
Only ten and you wanna die, sister falls, big brother crawls and mather cry,
He said my father is not here never will be because he died.
Leaving me inna world after so much torture and abuse.
Look me in the eyes, and tell me not to cry,
Or "Don't worry boy" it would be fine.
Oh do it and don't you lie, I have no pride, my childhood yet early manhood taken tragic the scare upon my soul.
Deep he cut, deep he injured my poor fragile life,
My mind now know too much pain for it's age,
And my heart knows too much sorrow before it's stage.
Let me jump, let me meet him and look him in the face,
The face of a drunk, disgraceful liar,
Who prey upon the little children,
So defenceless, mostly weak.
A catastrophic stature of hatred and grievance in my little heart,
Ain't my father suppose to teach,
Instead he broke me apart.
Tick tock, time is passing, clock keeps ticking, child keeps subbing.
As help rush, with such pace,
Like lightening from the sky they went up the tower,
The boy's power, lessens by the hour, his pressure drops then rise,
Like yeast in flour,
Suicide, no premeditated manslaughter,
The boy under the ticking Clock, rain pours down, what an unholy
Shower.
Tock, the clock strikes six, the heavens opens, car doors closes
The press cameras captures,
Stumble raptures of poor Casper's little light slowly dims.
While he falls to uncertainty below all pain and unexpectations.
No more to be, pain from daddy yet he went brave to meet,
News day and ah new day, such a
Terrible sight,
He died in such terrible way
On the headline, the newspaper it say,
Boy under the ticking Clock
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC