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Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2015
In order to be glee
One's mind should be free
Free of burdens and exhaustion
Only such life is a satisfaction

This world is a dungeon for us
That is why we have created so much fuss
Just like  birds trapped in a cage
Waiting for the door to open, they gaze.

So let them overburden you with their expectations
And don't say a word about it in hesitation
Just do what they say
As long as you stay
Life is so exhausting,tough and unfair.
K Balachandran Aug 2013
Look behind, a shadow follows, morning till night,
at sun down, it transforms and waits, no curtains needed,
look around at night, see that mysterious bushfire,
some happened beyond time, heaven is your imagination speaking,

I stand on a flow that never stops and put all my hopes in love,
there is nothing that doesn't change, I stand where
many others before me stood, I forget that, but events repeat,
I stand naked on a rock with prehistoric markings,

my shrink will associate it with my desire to go back,
my loved ones whisper in to my ear, "Hallucinations all,
will be alright after a deep sleep, you're tired, mind a dark forest"
why overburden oneself with memories beyond time?
Reasons are fading darkness, when looking beyond the mind,
all you now pass through is a dream, seen in sleep, one sleep to the next,
*How many galaxies are to be hopped in this intergalactic travel?
Marshal Gebbie Feb 2015
Gentle in these halls of time
Soft images to reminisce,
Soft memories so clandestine
Of ruby, red sweet lips to kiss.
Reminisce within your smile
That incandescent way you had,
The laughter in a bubbling stream
Of light and shadow playing sad.
Softness of your auburn hair
Sparkle in your flashing eyes
Green to turquoise, fathoms deep
Causing me, again, surprise.
Love so fresh, so new, so pure
To overburden such as I
With expectation's cold collapse
That one, so beautiful, did cry.

When you left the singing died
Pastel colour turned to grey,
Deep inside I turned to stone
As reminiscence slid away.

Ruby red, we turned to stone
As reminiscence bled the day.
M.
When incandescent, young love abruptly ends,,,the fallout lasts a lifetime.
M.
Marshal Gebbie Feb 2011
Orange hazards blink in gloom
Autumn mist in early light,
Traffic cones direct the flow
Attenuators keep it tight.
Through the mist construction looms
A mighty swath comes into sight
A structure massive, incomplete
Sweeps past the Birdcage portal light.

Burrowed deep within the Park
Surmounted by its stark white beams,
The tunnel curves towards the Bridge
To emerge near the Victory screens.
Symmetry in huge largess
Biblical in size and form,
Built by puny hands of flesh
Man inspired, conceived and born.

Columns in the concrete mass
Loom as sentries, side by side,
Level in majestic sweep
Through the tunnel’s corner glide.
Massive beams locked overhead
Cap the roof’s gigantic clasp,
Reinforced by gridlocked steel
Bound within the concrete’s grasp.

Mounds of blue, congealed wet clay
Layered in an old sea bed,
Hauled away from ancient crib
By Fletcher excavators red.
Roaring diesel truck and tray
Loaded overburden high,
Water blasted ***** and span
Keeping highways clean and dry.

Monstrous cranes with hanging rig
Lower weights of ponderous steel,
Gently to the tunnel base
Led by Dogman’s coaxing feel.
Urgency in every move
Hard hats drill with diamond core,
Fixing massive panel slabs
To the looming concrete’s bore.

Well below incoming tide
Pounded by the drenching rain,
Four inch pumps snake to the sump
Ensuring flood control’s maintained.
Foremen bark and keep control
Hard hats share a secret smile,
Safety first for every man
Think before you lift that pile.

Gate girls smile at passers bye
Politely chiding those who stray,
Holding up a halting hand
With trucks inbound in hazards way.
Smoko at the Bowling Club
Murmur of a hundred souls,
Grubby in their hi vis vests
Munching on the caterers rolls.

Morale amongst the working men
Is high because they feel the cause,
A project that is so worthwhile
They KNOW that it  deserves applause.
Traffic roars above it all
Passing in a steady stream,
Brake lights on the viaduct
Cop cars flash and sirens scream.

This project has a consciousness
A Heart, a mind, a soul.
And an inspirational spirit
Which guides us to the goal.
To eliminate the bottleneck
In Auckland's traffic day
And to streamline the system
Of our vehicular motorway.

Politicians snarl right now
Champing at the huge expense,
But by next year’s finish date
Congratulations will commence.
The jewel in the crown they say
Is found within our park of green,
The Victoria Park Tunnel, friend,
Is a true magnificence, to be seen.


Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
5 February 2011
Our time was short
not aged like wine
The truth was plucked
from the vine
And I never got the chance  
to say goodbye


The thoughts hold on
The heart despairs
The ghost of you
is everywhere
And I will always be next to and
. . . near you

so goodbye . . . farewell . . . goodbye

The day begins
just like it ends
Is it God's good will
it came to end
But my loneliness
shouts out in vain

So when something ends
it's time to begin
I won't be looking behind . . .  
it's just the wind
And my arms are aching
from the pain

Goodbye . . . so goodbye
fare thee well

So go on now . . . cut your losses
Close the fact inside the coffin
Take the key and
lock it deep inside

Learn how to say your prayers
Long for the day without the cares
The evening air comes on now so chilling

Say goodbye , goodbye now . . .  forevermore

Goodbye . . .
you've closed the door

With every step I'm feeling
Where once so firm I'm reeling
from the overburden
of my motal ways

So just release my last goodbye
Don't even dare to ask me why
The chances are cast
the lot now devided

. . . so goodbye . . . goodbye . . .
. . . goodbye . . .  fare thee well . . .
Hannah Hayes Jul 2010
as if the years have been heavy.
Compacted by overburden
that squat form struggles
to catch up with it's
viciously energetic soul.

Through my love I can see
those hips that rocked me
swaying,
dancing,
free.

True beauty.
Classy J Oct 2016
Classy J going array, with such sassy display to you’re overbearing dismay. Blasting off today, I’m as cool as sorbet, but yet as hot as soufflé. Everlasting eternities as the cycle goes on for humanity, where some live for the moment and others search for divinity. ****** prey wanting me on their tray, the only thing I’ll give you is the direction to the doorway. Rick Ashley stray’s, I’ll throw yawl back out in the alleyway. Future class, never ever low on gas, if you mess with me, I’ll shatter you like glass. I’ll use a computer bypass, to shove a virus up your ***, not to be played with, bro don’t you know that I’m bats. I don’t butcher the masses, or overburden you like taxes, I’m just your average Joe trying to make good of all this blackness.

Not a sore loser, nor a party pooper dear querying lass, I stand my ground; yeah you bet I got ***** of brass. While some of yawl puff the grass, this creature is trying to cure the world’s tumor created by us jack assess. Don’t run on flats, tackling my demons to the mat, yeah I have gotten through life by crawling down its crevasse! Don’t listen to rumors, some call me a trooper, you have to learn how to maneuver all haters and accusers. Living life by focusing on the hourglass, I’m not one to sit idle peeping out the looking glass. But forget all of that because life is nuts, and I’m just an outlet that slams the hard truth to your guts. Enough with your meaningless chitchat, I’m done with all yawl fretting and *******, time to buck up pussycats. Your listening to a lyrical architect, don’t have time for rats or insects, this is just apart of the classy effect.

I don’t make threats, don’t you forget I make promises that will eventually be met. I’m just a twisted afflicted un-constricted gifted individual who tries his best not to be too cynical. It’s so inconceivable but yet so believable, not your typical rapper, yeah I got principal. I am always original, I am a mystical miracle; yeah I’ll be making sure you know I’m no longer going to be invisible. Beat the odds, unlike all these frauds, I know my place, I’m definitely not a God. Heated rods of critics who keep on trying to burn me, but it just feels like a thorn to me. Street with needs to meet, used to the odds, so don’t think we’ll grovel at your feet. We are not mincemeat, we are not just going to take a backseat, we stubborn as concrete, yeah we are not going to retreat.

Privileged trying to turn us neat and tidy, without them they say we incomplete, that even though we coloured we should strive to be just another ignorant whitey. Don’t you know it’s all about image? We are savages, yet they are the one’s who diseased and burned down our villages. No I don’t seek forgiveness from wily coyotes, we are not a showpiece, like some kind of conquest trophy. No I’m not finished, is there something wrong with your psyche, naughty sly feisty vermin that itch like poison ivy. I politely tell you to ****, love the irony of your fear and hate of aliens, when you yourselves came to this land from a ship, which to us was a UFO. Anyways like I said, I may go off on different tangents or phases, because there are places one needs to tread. I like to educate airheads, I like to make em red; yeah I don’t leave things unsaid.
I want to unthread this sideways planet, if you’re looking for someone who doesn’t mince words; well I’m your prime candidate.

E-town is what I represent, legacy I will cement, rap game I came to resurrect. Let’s rundown the extent of these frequent fallacious formalities, those auto-tuned drugged up wangsters that are the definition of distasteful unoriginality. I frown upon the dissent of where rap ended up, it sure need a classy clean up. I know music is subjective that it is all in perspective, but to me this garbage kids listen to is far from impressive. I find trap music ineffective and unreflective, I don’t respect something so obstructive. That’s just my two cents, and though to me it makes no sense, others may not agree and still listen to that senseless content. What I’m trying say is opinions are like *******, everyone got one, but that’s what makes us unique souls. This is just a part of the classy effect, can’t wait for what happens next, can’t wait for changes to manifest.
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
Walk through the
meadow of mistakes
not to overburden
but to climb through its alp
blunders after blunders
it might seem
but anyways keep climbing
not on the same mistake
but different ones each time
luck will find you a way
sooner to sway
awaiting to reach the
peak amidst the hay
with the ocean breeze
caressing away...
Mistakes are never mistakes
but an insightful vision which saves us..
Anon C Feb 2013
He told her there is a way out
that it will not always be this way
just bide your time... bide your time
the years flew by as burden became overburden
her crows feet became more prominent
her pain became more consistent
she said I will keep going until I give up
I will keep trying
and on she trudged
she had stopped smiling, her heartbeat had grown faint
at long last she made her way to a field amidst the mountains
sitting down with a sigh she watched the birds sing
listened to the sound of life around her
all was so much more alive here
letting out a sigh
she pulled the trigger
finally finding her way out
there it had been all along
in the middle of nowhere
where all was calm and quiet
Sorry, morbid I know. Can't help it. Not a true story, not a suicide confession. I just needed to write it.
Mark Wanless Sep 5
i overburden
myself with guilt
consequence unknown
Sometimes Starr Sep 2017
There! see all my friends having fun
Many are friends past whose specters I see
On an unfeeling screen.

See me, tinted blue and trying hard
Bored and left behind
I am not in a rock band
I am not seeing new places
I am not kissing girls.

All people want is someone to feed them funny things
But I don't have the resources to give you a good time
What did you expect me to do in the meantime

Do have any idea what you do to my sleep
To my confidence, to my dreams?
Overburden me, sure, you'll just make me more passionate
and angry

But laid-back, peaceful... Let's get it
Let's change the world
Take off a day, smoke some ****
That's what I want to be
niann smith Apr 2021
Taking cover in small places
It now seems like random things can set it off
No warning

But you must of know exactly how to flicker the switch
Without using your fingertips

Huge disarray, around my
Quiver feets
Always your doings
But you’ll never realize it

I won’t tell
For am not gonna blow the whistle
Am far too honorable by making you denial of all my misery

So yes, when am conned again by your concocted
maternal bond

I can’t seem to find the perfect match to
Mellow down your rage,
Pressing my knees tightly to my gut
Quieten down, don’t want to
Cause another row.

So yes, I have indeed been lying
But only to protect you
So you don’t ever have to
Walk with ***** and chains

So yes, I sleep with the deadweight
So you can sleep peacefully
Suppose it loves
Or maybe I also being holding some
Buoyancy in my inconsiderable heart
I never let the formula spill.
It is our untidy secret.

Every deep breath through the nose
And the mouth is a conflict to end this…

Pattens
That I try to ignore
Once again my fault
Mistakes, disappointment that I cause
Make me jumpy
Sick to the pit of my tummy
Stem of tears
What is the worst to come of this

“ she asks if I’m crying”

I speak nice and slow as to
Not Trimble over my words
“no”

Tried but to traumatize
For sleep

discomfort in my chest

Tinker is beating too many beat

oh, how will I survive the night?

For this to be my last breaths
Surely I would become an overburden that she wouldn’t know how to bear.
Ian Dankowski Nov 2020
An unpeaked emerald mansion in the background
Hidden away in his prereferral
Memories of piebald skies and sapphire crested seas
Inequivalent in size and purpose the boy is hidden.

Yearning to be needed by our mother
Attempting to be lost in the right places
Never quite enough but an overburden
Of too much

Running off to a hidden home undivided
By the grasp of them
Fearing descent into a  relentless tomb

Alone the boy has nothing but his ideas
Lonely but not alone with an
Unfounded idea of weakness and
Unwillingness for fear
Feeling incomparable and insignificant
Looking at what else is out there

The stars
Arent they beautiful?
A shame, He'll never meet them.

-The Boy

— The End —