"nathaniel" poems
Kapatid mo ba si Nathaniel?
Para ka kasing isang Anghel
Pag kasama kita parang wala na ang Hell
Kaya lang naglaho kang bigla parang bula ng Ariel
Ako'y isang pakete ng sigarilyo
Full of HOPEs na magkikita pa ulit tayo
Kakausapin ko si mam Charo Santos mamaya
Maitanong kung maalala mo kaya?
Para akong isang sanggol na basa ang baru baruan
Hindi mapatahan simula ng iyong iniwan
Kasalanan ko ba na ako'y umiiyak
Kasi naman yung sibuyas ko ay walang awa **** biniyak
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Art is An Inspiration of Life,
Dreams are Passages through Strife,
Love is as You make it on High,
and Family is how a Person is Defined.
So What Defines You as a Whole?
Who are You in Your SOUL?
Do You Know who you are?
Maybe your Looking from afar?
Don't be afraid;
get up close and personal with Yourself,
Get to Know Your OWN Mind,Body,and Spirit.
Like some of the greatest of people say
"You are You worst Enemy"
I fell they forgot to complete that PHRASE,
so Let me inter vein on there Wisdom;
" As well you Can be your greatest ally"
so remember the Rhythm of the Night
as well the Rhythm of your Life
to the tune of You.
IF at the Time there is no Tune
don't be afraid to ask Cause
"The only Stupid Question is a Question Unasked"
so Don't Be afraid Of wisdom,
Don't be afraid of You;
If you already are Just remember
"You can be Your Greatest ally or Your own worst Enemy"
So stop Living a Lie and Find your truth.
Lay down your burden and get off/out of that prison you call "THE BOX". Get to Know YOU through and Through,
Love your self Cause IF no one will You always Have YOU.
DON'T BE AFRAID!!
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-Present
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC
A Life to say, A Life to Love and you are Every reason I keep on keepin on. The Reason I dont give up cause I'm so in Love with YOU,
In a world all our own. We Dance the Dance of Love that Everybody is Jealous of. So For YOU I say Happy ANNIVERSARY!! With you I Rhyme, All of the time. With YOU I shine so much even better than a Light that Blinds. My Body craves YOU;
My mind needs YOU, My spirit Feels you in Every way I Kneel to You. Bowing to the Lord, Bowing to a Great And to Bow to YOU is never a Painful stake. So to YOU I say;
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I Love your actions, and YOUR sayings through you guidance I'm Coming to Life with a BLESSING such as YOU,
with a BLESSING so TRUE, My Angel of Light ANGEL of TRUE,
I am SO IN LOVE WITH YOU.
SO I SAY, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!
I LOVE YOU MY NUBIAN QUEEN
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY LOVE FROM YOUR KING.
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-Present
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
April,
The month that produces a lot of new things.
It is a month that rain blesses the earth 🌎.
It is a month where fresh leaves are erupting to bless the life's of animals, New flowers were blossom to beauty our environment,
New fruits that blesses humans life with vitality and protection for man.
In this beautiful month a legend was born.
The man that is a savior in the world of fashion.
A giant amidst the fashion celebrity. This gift is no other person than you, the love of my life,
ENYINNAYA NATHANIEL, a.k.a PUREST ANGEL 😇.
This is your month and
I blessed God that you were born in this blessed month.
I pray for you to see more of this month in pool of abundance of wealth,health and happiness in abundance and satisfaction.
Happy new month to you my 💕💕💕 and HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎂🎉🎉 IN ADVANCE.
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:00 PM UTC
you say im all work, No play
maybe it is because i want immature kids to hear what ive got to say,
you know what **** you
im gonna tell all of you what to Do
instead of saying i love more than one guy, why dont you just call me a *****
here i will open up the door,
dynamite
ill win this fight
Hell no... i dont wanna see you die
it will make poor joey and Nathaniel cry
im in pain dont you see
ill show all you haters what Hell is really meant to be
because i have lived in it
ive been through nothing compared to your ****
but like i said im done
you can have you refund
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 1:52 PM UTC
He is off to devour the babysitter
No need for shoes in the summer heat
No need for pants inside the house
Three steps at a time, claws awhir
Teeth aching to crunch the bones of his Brazilian prey
Sometimes I remember to move carefully around his loud, joyful willingness
Or I don't remember
And tear out a fat chunk of adventure with a stinging rebuke
But he is a T-Rex with two tons to spare
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
The names I would give if I had 26 sons.
Abel
Benjamin
Conway
Darth
Evan (After my nephew)
Fabian
Garth
Hollis (My dad)
Joey (My brother)
Isaac (My grandfather)
Kent
Lemuel
Matthew
Nathaniel
Othniel
Paul
Quinton
Richard (My middle name)
Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name)
Terry (My name)
Uzziah
Val
William (My great grandfather)
X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X)
Yale
Zacchaeus
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
You see the blood dripping
from her hands.
You watch in silence
as she traces her nails along
the sides of his neck.
She looks at you and you see
a smile on her face.
He is crying now, begging her to stop.
His hands are bloodied and tied,
purple bruises on his wrists.
His face, forever disfigured
by the jagged little knife
she clutches so softly.
She is a killer and you know it.
She is a killer who likes to play
with her food.
She looks at you with a smile on her face.
She looks at you and you're staring
at your own reflection.
-Nathaniel MarkHim (-V)
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Infidel and traitors to Christ!
Dreaming of a utopia with Pope Frank
and the devil.
Mocking individualism,
and parading around with indians
for liberation.
You don’t make sense.
Organized religion now dead;
due to your deeds to now.
Idealists still not satisfied in hell.
New thought, new thought, new thought.
Here is another one, tired of the same ole one.
Divine science.
Look for the self & God
Do you see it?
Hail Nathaniel Hawthorne
And Edgar Allan Poe!
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Death is a *****
Crime is an Itch
Demons are well Demons.
What is there to say about a demon?
how bout the fact that they lie to you about repercussions of power,
That when they allow you to use those
enraging abilities
that are death to you internally to externally,
They don't tell you that you
get unexplained bruises and cut on your external body.
They don't tell you that you (every now and then)
**** yourself when you use their abilities slowly and painfully.
They don't tell you that you start messing up in life and putting yourself out of the family loop because you crave their power and MORE...Then you get hooked on that single phrase "MORE" as if you can't get enough of what those Demons,
Offer you until it diminishes you
Life slowly but surely YOU DIE.
These Demons put a whole new meaning to "You are Your worst Enemy".
Darkness and Death is a familiar face to everyone at different Levels
but as you continue to grow and the more you use those abilities they offer you; the more
You **** yourself and the people around you without meaning or warning....That is why there is angels to help you fight those demons,
Their truly powerless abilities that they offer you.
So as a warning for people that crave POWER. DON'T.
But if you happen to crave the power that I once Craved watch-out for what power you ask for and be careful on who and what source you ask from cause if you aren't careful you could end up,
Hurting the ones that truly LOVE you,
Regretting Life and You yourself will be LOST!!
And Remember this one Phrase before you ask for those demons .....
"Death is a *****
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-2010
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
*“The *** or ethereal soul is associated with the Liver System, and is the aspect of consciousness that continues to exist—in more subtle realms—even after the death of the body.”*
When *** walks, I walk. When he wanders, untethered, I go with him. With her. My eyes close, and hun’s will be wide. He leads the way.
She leads me, away from my bed to stand at window, which I open.
*** will lift the sash so I can lean out over the street where someone is screaming.
Always screaming.
Known to walk after the body dies, *** is roused by this call.
But the chill, the smell of the distant river, wakes me. And *** retreats.
I’ve been told to put bells on my window so I will wake when it’s opened. When I open it.
The bells of the Cathedral ring in the dark hours of all this animation: wandering spirit of my organs, custodial ghost of my art.
He wants me grounded. She wants me flown.
I am here, I tell him—her: not lost. Aloft.
A-sleep or awake, I am led, leashed, walking in the wake of our odd arrangement.
-- by Nathaniel Bellows
st.. 25 march 2014
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
The yellow light of the under-water lights
flickers like a fading sun,
masked in the bright blue.
The smell of the chlorine bites at her nose,
stinging cleanly.
She shifts on her cushion
of scratchy hotel towels,
naked feet tucked beneath her, dry,
as she keeps watch.
Nathaniel and John squeal and splash,
their sweet young faces marbled
by the light of the water
that ripples as they play fight.
Being older, and by nature, more cruel,
more prone to shows of might,
Nathaniel leaps in a cascade of flying
water beads to
drive his brother
beneath the surface.
Unwillingly submerged,
John’s blond curls fly free in the water,
brushing his tiny white face like wind,
suspended there.
And it is then she remembers, as she watches
those pretty blond curls he shared
with another who’d once hung in water,
though in a porcelain bowl with faucet
instead of a blue tiled swimming pool.
She could see this other’s face,
brazen always, brown-eyed
but grey in melancholy.
Tired eyes that, lidded,
swam in water
finally asleep.
Finally resting,
rid of the worldly Atlas weight
that was so dripping like the water, the
moist and liquid sadness, pooling,
puddling,
dripping,
splashing,
John cries out in anger,
flapping limbs,
and Nathaniel laughs,
strong and mean,
brown eyes turned a sinister black by the weird
reflections of the swimming pool.
Her red lips pop
with displeasure at their arguing,
and they turn to her with faces so familiar,
attentive and ashamed.
The water licks at them,
a cool temptation,
swallowing their flesh
in a way that makes her both fear
and fall to envy.
Her own skin,
white and airy,
though too meticulously perfected to drip,
thirsts for the water’s cold tongue.
But instead she keeps a
dry watch
carefully over two little ghosts.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
So Beautiful,
So precious
I have found my angel
in truth
in light
so can I get an amen....I had my demons fought out through
time and time
and
as I found my way through the Darkness
My light has shown
It's self.
My spirit as well as my destiny has appeared
in
the form of a precious angel
and
angel that I have prayed for for so long
I ask the Lord for an angel and
He has shown me and given me
just that
my angel is so precious,
so sweet and oh so fine.
It's all because of Her
that
I have entered my Divine pool of energy as
I once was
but
lost my path along the way
I thank the Lord for my angel,
For my heart, my soul,
The love of my life for
the rest of my my life
and
it all because of her,
that
I feel my motivation on a high,
This is a feeling
a motivation that is higher
then life itself
that Divine energy
that comes
from my precious angels glow,
Thank you lord
it's all because of You,
that I have found my truth.
My forever
My completion to life.
My escape of the prison called darkness
when
I fell Like fallen.
my true angel motivates me to become even stronger,
stronger
than the strength of Samson and Hercules
all together my Angel.
My Angel
I Love my Angel
My True Angel
My Completion.
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-2010
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
3 words you said to me. "I hate you,"
What did I even do?
I stopped talking to you so you could stop with the ********
Oh but you didn't like that.you threw a fit
i put it in the past,
Haters will always finish last,
Not gonna waste my time giving you a direct reply
because sweetie you waste precious time
we all cared about you
Joe, Nathaniel, and me too
The tears i cried while you messed with my mind
maybe it is time I left you behind
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
I went for a walk in a farmer’s field
That once was a village street,
The cobbles were buried under the weeds
And scattering ears of wheat,
I wondered what had become of them,
Had they just faded away,
And left the buildings to tumble down
In disrepair and dismay?
Here the occasional chimney stood
Its flu still blackened with soot,
That once had shone with a rosy glow
Reflected by someone’s foot.
And there the remains of a hearth still lay
Where mother had cooked the food,
And once there had been a child at play
Outside, where a swing had stood.
I found the remains of an old stone slab
Worn down by the passage of feet,
The entranceway to the Inn they had
In the days when life was sweet,
But something had come to sweep it away
To level it all to the ground,
And I was struck by the silence there,
Marked by the absence of sound.
I finally came to the cemetery
That sat alongside a wood,
A pitiful forest of standing stones
Each marked with a name, but crude,
And in the middle a pitch black stone
That sat at odds with the rest,
‘Here lie the remains of the Witch of Crone,
May she burn in Hell, Bad Cess!’
It seemed then that the villagers had
Their taste of evil ways,
Before some force had hurried along
To see each building razed,
For then I stumbled across a stone
That lay, each shattered piece,
As if it was struck by lightning there
When he was just deceased.
I began to gather the pieces
Like a puzzle in that field,
And started to put it together,
See what secrets it would yield,
‘Here lies the Village Witch Finder,’ said
The sorry tale at last,
His name, ‘Nathaniel Binder’, carved
Before that final blast.
Then once that the tale was there to tell
I could hear a distant growl,
Deep in the wooded trees nearby
Like some grim and ancient howl,
And the black stone in that cemetery
Began to glow so bright,
As smoke poured off from its surface then,
Making me weak with fright.
I never went back to that farmer’s field,
Or that vast, unholy ground,
But I passed just once the village pond,
A hole, and not to be found,
The earth had opened, swallowed it up
In a time of great despair,
And there by the edge of that ancient pond
The remains of the ducking chair.
David Lewis Paget
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
before I say goodbye, there are a few things I'd like to say..
but Please dont take things, the wrong way..
im going to miss you, some less than others..
the sky is filled with fog, and soon my presence will show radiant colors
[Parts for Joe]
i promise i won't forget you
i wouldnt be able too
just stay strong
if things are to go wrong
and know that i love you
and when i come back you'll be to my rescue
with your arms out wide
i cant wait for you to hold me tight
[for Nathaniel]
i forgot what love is until i met you
Everytime u say i love you, i say i love you too
when i was in your arms
i felt like i was in no harm
but we switched companions
and now that's to everyones attention
if i have kids, you will be their god father
you'll be a needed extra layer
[for Mavee]
my big bro
have you thought about going pro
slashing me with your life savor
hey where's that training waver
but hey seriously ill miss you
dont ask me how much i have no clue
Please take care of yourself
as i know you wish that upon me too
i love you
[for Jasmynn ]
our fights will never change
the strong friendship we made
i know i was a pain in your ***
but i have one last request
while im gone take care of them
because we are all friends
now take care
and remember things are never how they appear
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
Went to bed with my mate Nathaniel never ever bothered to read the manual Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
Died last night in a pool of baniel his name is Daniel and he is crazy he is Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
You see Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
Ooh he died and came back to life again
As a chicken for that is his name
Chicken **** Daniel the cocker spaniel
Daniel Daniel the stupid mentally man I know he is suffering and I feel sorry for him
I want to save him from his problems of Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
He watches soccer especially Barcelona he watches the match and if they win
He will play we are the champions really loud
Daniel Daniel the cocker spaniel
He was cool in a sort of a way
Yeah we had fun for this is just a joke to lighten the mood of the cocker spaniel named Daniel
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
One day I walk to the side of destiny,
second day I talk to ecstasy, three to
five I'm dead or alive. The rest is a
test, a test of love, compassion,
action and reaction.The test courage
and truth, the test to find your inner
youth. Cold or hot my soul is not; one
or the other I trust no other; than
myself. Alone I am my own home. Home of
righteous, home of justice,peace and
tranquility, where I can find my own
instead of being alone. As I walk on
the side of destiny.
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 2009
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
I do Love you, Forever so True.We love each other because We are together, We are as gentle as a feather. We are two great souls, not as anyone knows. You have my heart,We have each others souls, without me I have no you, If you walk out my life it won't be true. First time I saw you' you were my Boo.3 months Later I knew it was so,so True. If I would have known then what I know now, there wouldn't be a thought when, were, or how. When we're together I know its right, thats why It's gonna be Mrs. Crystal Cartwright. You bring joy to Life without a lot of strife. We will forever be for Life. When were together this is OUR Life.We are connected. This is OUR Life, Once again I will never say it again thats why we will always be Mr. & Mrs. Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright. Our dreams are golden our future is bright Our Love together will be a great token. You bring a smile to my Life without you, there would be no SPICE! Truth Be told You are my Life. I LOVE YOU!!
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 9:11 PM UTC
I have woken up too often
to the prodding of a phone number
I refuse to remember.
I have collected these mornings
along side your letters,
words I refuse to discard.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
I jump up onto the stage of life,
With a small curtsy to the audience
- is that obiesant enough, my Master? -
I begin my sad little dance.
First we look on the phone screen,
No missed calls, but for users and losers,
Next we check the email,
Ugh so much spam, so much junk...
So my sad little dance
Takes us to filter,
And we Search Search SEARCH
and find nothing.
"Mary" "Marylee" "daughter" "mom"
"Mother" "Maggi" "Mike" "Neil" "Nathan" "dad" "son" "Nathaniel"
Dance dance dance, so pathetic
Now bow. Bow in shame, bow in disappointment, no matter just BOW.
BOW, ***** your dance is over.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
A captive of geography
Wings of freedom lacerated by circumstance
Choking on quicksand that engulfed him long ago
The lifeless land he inhabits
With no promise of tomorrow
No hope for today
Determination laced with desperation
He is quite the cute pile of misery and regret
Paralysed by fear of what he knows is coming
The settling
The mockery that will be him
"Kick the chair from underneath you and be done with it nate"
The voices swirl inside his head like an endless chorus haunting and guiding him to his end
He walks this earth with a dark and somber string quartet as the soundtrack to his life
That which troubles his soul conquers it
Still he won't surrender.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
To steal a glance
Is to steal a chance
To hear your voice
And watch you dance
Don’t stop the beating of the drums
I’ll strum and sing ‘til sundown
Don’t stop your hair from bouncing now
And I’ll keep a close watch
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
My gray world isn’t at all gray
Two hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Oh please don’t fade away
I stole your pen and wrote a poem
‘Coz you’ve been on my mind for very long
You stole my heart, I know its wrong
Maybe some things just don’t belong
Yeah. We don’t belong.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
If I had to say something now, in this moment of a great nonsensical sense of loss it would be that I too, can’t stop falling in love but am stuck in the 1950s, I can’t carry a tune or stand in line so there is very little hope, they said hope was the last thing in the jar, and when the lid slammed shut, we were saved from it all. That earth angel knew what she was doing, wholly like a lock of blonde hair from Doris Day, when she set the paper moon on fire, and I guess Bobby knew it too, when he dunked it underwater, hoping to send it somewhere flameless and soggy, beyond the sea. I cried into the moon, tripping over my slippers and I put my head on the bookcases’ shoulder, Paul Anka and Chubby Checker themselves couldn’t quench the tears, I was twisted you see, and I didn’t think it could be the same again. Time to put the cardboard cut-out down, the picket signs chopped to fences and I dragged my toes, I fell in love with the plastic walls, the table I built and a thick, encompassing sense of home, like a teenager in love, I don’t know why they did it but the high crooning voice of Lymon helped me unstick from the walls. Some spirit of left creativity, me and my bereftment belong together, tied when Ritchie Valens dropped us down behind the chest of drawers, I yelled to grab a hand, but it fell quietly onto the curtain pole, impaling itself. Nathaniel entered the room, came looking but answered the ringing with a “Hey, Mama” and left. I couldn’t save my own last dance, I didn’t know that I was it, it drifted and said it would meet me someplace. It said it would meet me when the air clears, it’s getting late and tonight I look something dear and washed up. I miss you so dearly, send me. I hadn’t known that that would be it, this impressive but horrific amalgamation, and I’ve been here for too long.
The screen is dark and blank, I can’t see anything past it here.
Here in this empty space where it all was.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC