"pray" poems
people wish for a boy
not for a girl
there blessings are for males
not a females....
but .
when they need courage
the pray to lord durga
when they desire knowledge
they pray to god saraswati
so, why they hesitate to have a godness in their family ???
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
The router's a strobe light;
I can't connect.
The microwave fritzed,
I can't heat.
The circuit shut;
guess no electricity.
Ayo no technology.
Let's talk ancient
philosophy,
NOT whether
Beyonce is a feminist.
Let's have a bonfire
and roast meat
cause none of us
were vegan
before this.
Let's light candles
in the streets.
Pray batteries die
on LCD screens.
Cause we were alchemists
before technology,
the versed probing
the multiverse,
thrilled,
lighting our golden
embroidery on life.
Now were just bored.
Coy toys to tied strings,
webs that touch
everything,
but the space between.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
people wish for a boy
not for a girl
there blessings are for males
not a females....
but .
when they need courage
the pray to lord durga
when they desire knowledge
they pray to god saraswati
so, why they hesitate to have a godness in their family ???
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
This is for the rainy days.
The heavy days,
Blanketed under a dark silver sky.
This is an image of
Timeless days.
Where both dawn and dusk
Fail to exist,
Because the gray never went away.
This is the light drizzle
Painting your glasses
With tiny cloudy droplets
That blur-out your vision
And makes the next step a mystery,,
As you pray
For a chance of sunshine.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
in all my years, i can truly say
you are my biggest regret
i learned to turn the cheek
learned to forgive, but can't forget
*i have to accept you hurt me and got away with it
i've got no closure
but i have to finish closing these wounds*
i went through the dark, the storm
i'm something else now
i'm a different being
i’m not the same
i don't like it
i can see it on other's faces
i know they don't like it either
so i just detached
i'm an island now
purposely deserted
alone, and sometimes lonely
i pray this isn't the eye of the storm
i don't have any more rounds left in me
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"
Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"
"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."
C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."
"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."
"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.
"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."
X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
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You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to **** you.
You died before I had time ----
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My ****** friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You ----
Not God but a ********
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the *****
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two ----
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagersnever liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you ******* I'm through.
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When i was 13 I thought that gay and straight were things that other people were
People that weren't raised christian
People that didn't have dads
People that were abused
People that i should pray for but not get close to
when i was 14 my best friend came out as gay
i didn't see it coming but i probably should have
she wore ties every day
and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up
and cut her hair short as soon as she could
but i didn’t see it because gay was other people
when i was 14 i watched as the news spread like wildfire
“did you hear? that girl is gay.”
I watched as people slowly backed away from her
people that knew her all her life
that is, the people that didn’t cut her off instantly
I watched as the youth group we had both attended asked her to leave
I watched as her drama group kicked her out because they were afraid of the yearly camp we went to
that somehow knowing that she was gay made her more likely to attack the other girls in their beds than the year before
I watched.
I didn’t do anything.
what changed my mind wasn’t a change of perspective on queer people
it still took me a year to decide being gay wasn’t wrong
but i decided that my best friend was someone i would stick with
because i loved her
I quietly stayed.
didn’t make a fuss, didn’t call people out when they called her names behind her back.
I should have.
but i didn’t.
I didn’t join in, but i didn’t defend her
i didn’t say to these people
**** you
that girl is beautiful and amazing
and if you can’t see through your hatred then i don’t want to be your friend either
but i didn’t .
I didn’t go through what she did.
I didn’t get kicked out of anything, i didn’t lose friends
When i was 15, i got fed up
I left that drama group.
I stopped going to that church.
I stepped away from those friends and even though i never said why
the look on my face when i ran into them and they asked, “how’s she doing?”
answered that question for them.
I spent 24 hours examining my bible
trying to find the verses that say being gay is wrong
there were barely any
and they were right next to verses that said eating pork was wrong
or planting crops next to each other
or wearing two different fabrics
there was my answer.
this isn't a story of my journey.
This isn't me building myself up
“hey, I wasn't as bad as those other people
I’m good now”
this is a story of how one person can change your life forever
if i didn't have a gay best friend
what a way to start a story, huh?
if i didn't have a gay best friend then I would still be there
quietly praying for the sins of others, but not trying to understand
so don’t look at all Christians and say
they’re awful
they’re bigoted
they’re judgmental
because we are
but often it’s because we don’t know any better
teaching us kindly works
leading by example.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Twas the night before
Hawaii islands on the radar
A monster opened the door
It shoulders a storied scar
Of the last time, it hit its mark
Rearing its ugly head, ahead of pace
As the eye looms '82 in the dark
Wrinkles on this eve sit sadly in boldface
Kauai sat once in unnatured infamy
It sunny shores hit once by the beast
Clouds of villains played in that symphony
With the next generation looking to feast
As the residence brace for the worst
Of the monster stepping on its paradise
With category four winds and cloudburst
The hope is that the monster plays nice
With the Aloha Spirit preserved with leis
In place of bold headlines of strung wrath
Hawaii can pray rays of light in the coming days
Willing the monster to take a different path
Logan Robertson
8/23/2018
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
I was only 9 years old.
I pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Shrek is love” I say, “Shrek is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a ****** I knew he was just jealous of my devotion
to Shrek. I called him a ****
He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Shrek! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is my swamp."
He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my *** cheeks for Shrek.
He penetrates my ******** It hurts so much,
but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my **** tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my ****
with his love. My dad walks in.
Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all ogre now."
Shrek leaves through my window.
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
Somedays my thoughts shriek so loud that
they congest the rest of my mind
other days they chant lullaby's as if nothing
traumatic has ever happened
one moment i'm up
the next im crumbling to my knees
one or the other its consistent drowning with
no one to rescue me
I'm keen on telling myself its all in my head
at times, but
doctors tell me its all me
but for gods sake do they realize what horrid
phrases the voices scream?
death would be so heavenly
I long for the passing of sides
im awaiting to go home where its all
white and peaceful
i have days where im so narcissistic; I swear
I can commence the world as if every millisecond is
a luxury of sighs and sounds
at moments my dispute comes out so rapid
all i get is crooked looks and mumbles
some days, I love him
other times I swear he's the devil in disguise
during my manic episodes you spoke soft as if I
was a fallen angle that was overflowing with life.
You had mentioned a world that disculded me was a
world you cannot exist in
You said I influenced your heart to skip beats, that I
saved you, I was your fresh air
Once he witnessed myself during a dreadful episode
you declared loving me was exhausting and space
is what you desired for
hell could i control this?
he was the one isolated concept I could ever make
my ******* mind up about
I loved him;
I love him
he said that his devotion to me was similar to
staring into a black hole but seeing the reflection of the delicate sunset
it never made sense to him
BUT HELL DID IT MAKE SENSE TO ME?
when he stranded me, i couldn't help but dissolve in tears
i was nowhere adjacent to happy
but that's all I've ever comprehended
my doctor says they've observed a change
maybe its the sleepless weeks and collection of mood stabilizers
consuming pills in hopes to not feel so ******* empty
anticipating on my next manic episode
waiting for the door to open to go home
If I have learned anything from living with BPD
it is im constantly dilapidated upon everything
one day soon I hope to recover from this disorder
that replicates a loud room without recognizing how loud it was
and all I hear is the ringing in my ears that doesn't seem to have an end
some day this will be over
some day my lover will stay
I pray to fall in love with another angel again
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
My smoke alarm keeps going off
Everytime it does
I feel an ounce of excitement
an excitement of my death
Ī̴̢̧̡̧̢̞̤̺̤̯̙͍̭̙̝̤͔͔͕͔͓̲̥͙̮͍̮̠͓̙̼͕͖͈̹͈́͌͆͂̆͂͒͊̅̐̈̆̏͛̔̊̀͒̈́́̿̒̃͒̾͒͐͑̀̌͒͂̐͆͂̄͑͗̉͌̈́̌̾̿̉͜͝͠ͅ ̶̧̨̧̳̻̖̥̲̣̼̬͓͔̭̹͎͎̱̤̘͉̭̻͙̳̝̻͖̯̜̍͌̽̄́͛͂͑̀̿̀̀̂̈̈̑̌̓͐̏̽̎̀̐̀͗̒̈́͛́̍͋̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅw̶̧̨̢̡̢̧̲̻͍̱̯̣̻̺̲͕̲̜̠̯̭͔͓̭͚̺̳̳̗̜̳̤̱̼͖̖͉͓̘̯̱̣̄̓͒̈̈̃́̇̅̑̔̿̅͆́̈́͋̇̄͊̀͌̑̓̎͆̌̀͑̽͌͂̈͌̈̈́͜͝͝͠i̵̧̛̦̪̖̤͚̳̼̣̳̯̼̥͇͙̬̭̹̳̻̖͎̖̬̻̪̯̱͕̫̟͙̣̦̦̟̹̜̣̗̔̒̏̌͗͋̆̅̈́̑̇̆͋̎͊͋͂̈́͋̇̈͋̿̄̂̑̇͌̀̉̒̕͘͘͘͠͝ṣ̸̢̫̟̣̮̲͕͈͇͙̤̳̟̜̰͓͓̙̜̗̜̦̘͉̯́͊͑̒̎̾̈́́̂̌́̃̆̃͑̏̄̀͊́̀̓͒̎͋͌́͛͊͂̐̾̌̿̈́̄̔̆̓̀̈́̆̎͛̄̐̈́̑̿͊̕͘̕̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅḧ̶̢̧̨̨̨̪̞̣͓̫̪̺̪͈̠̭̜̲̣̤̮͖͎̭̬̘̼͎̦͖͖̹̱̣̦͉̻͍͓̞̼͙̲̝́̅̇̓̄̀̽̅̀̏͆̔̽̇̐̀͛́̏̽̎͂̽̐̽̇̀̈́͗́̊̉̎͆̒̀̽͗͘͘̕̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̸̯̝̭̭͓̲̣͍̞͉̱̼̙̰̪̲̍͒̈́̈́̉̓͌͊͋͒̒͆̋̅͋̓̍̏̀̑͒͐̋̈́́͑̽͐͆̆̃̐̃̒̓̾̂̓̑̈́̓͐̅̄̀̔́̀̐͂̀̃̚͘̚͜͝Ì̵̢̡̧̧̢̛͇̯̰̲͕̙̫͕̰̰̗͍̬̦̘̟̫̳͎̺̲̭͍͖̥͇̟̝͉͖̥̜̞̫͓̬̲̞͉̩̀̓̎̂̽́̌̍́̋̆̈́͑̅̒̀͐̊̄̏͘̚͝ ̴̨̨̨̛̻̼̝̳̲͇̯̩͙͚̣̱̮̰̠̫̺̠͕̗̠̝͉͔͔̋̈́̄̀̆̅̂̄̐̒͌̂̅̔̓̇͗͋̉̎̏̔͑͐͊͛̈̈́̅͐̊̆̃͌͆̐͑̅̇̿͘̚̚͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͝d̷̢̢̢̧̢̧̛̛̙̻̦̪̥̬̠͈̝͇̥͍̞͙͍̦̗̩̭͇̫̩̬̝̲̖̫̞͍͖̝̲̳̹̜̦̰̭̱̭̰̩̬̜̣͎̝̆̓̐̆̈́͆͊̆͋̈́̈́̔̔̑̿̍̈́̓̑̒̑̍̈́̄̈̌̎͋̌͊͂̊͆͊̈̆̓͒̍͂̀̉̄͌͌́̒̅̄̂͗̐̕̚͘͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅi̸̧̘͕̗͉̟͉̹͈͉̩̘͉͖̲̜̘̻̤̥͍͗̀̐̋͑̃͑͜ͅͅȩ̸̨̩̮̩̺̭͖̬̣̤͈̜͇͍͈͎̺̣͎̥͔͇̮͈̼̗̞̤̣̮̜̣̜̝̳̪̣͔̤̩̟͈̥̥̔̋̾̑̍͗̑̆̓͑̉̏̀̆́̆͂̇̅̌̓̈́͗̉̄̂̚̕̚͘͠ͅͅ ̶̧̧̢̡̧̡̛̛̼̳͈̮̭͇̯̻̱͕̲͕̩̠̹̦͉̺̘͇͙̪̯̬̫̥͇̺͉̫̝̝̰̣̞̪̦͎̹̳̠̙̉̓̾̓͗̇̑̇͋̐̈̆̿̓̾͌̉̄́̉͊̅̈̿́̋͘̕͘̕͝͠͠
̶̾͑̃͌͐̏̌̃͌̓̚͘̚͝ͅĪ̸̡̡̞͖͙͉͓̫̯̺̬̱̺̩͍͔̠̮̲̤̏̓̾̊͆̒̂͋́͑͜͝͝͝ͅ ̷̛̛͖̟͇̦̬͇̩͗̀͒̀͗͆̒͐̄̏̇̍͌̔̄͌̒̇̔̆͒̑̓̽̋̊̀̔̈͘̕͘͝͝ͅw̸̧̛̲̮̳̱̒̋̐͗̏̽̉̆͌̉͊̓͒̌͋̒̈́̂͋́́̇͒͂̃̒̐̓̀̏͗́̚̕͝͝ͅí̵̡̧̛̻̹͔̱͔͔͙̳̭̗̠̞͒̄́̈́͌̓̍̅̓̀̉̐̋́̂͗̏̅̎̀̕͜͠ş̷̡̨̡̢͍̱̱͖̣͖̰̬͙̹͇̗̲̠̞͈̗̈́̿̈̈́̑̑̕͜͜h̵̨̛̦̬͓̥͖̟̬̣̜̯͔̩̪̺͖͓͂̌̒͐̅͑̑̍͐̀̓͛̽́̑͗̏̍̑̑̋̉́̇̋̃̌̔̃̌͆̚̚͘̚͜͝͝ ̶̢̨̢͈̹̦͓͓͍͚̫͓̹͓͙̺̞̬̰̼̳͙̗̤͓͎̗̗̫̙̝̊̓̿̍̍̄̐̓̅́͛̒͗̋̃̅͑͛̉͑͂̅̌̕̚̕̚̚̕͝͝͠͝ͅĮ̶̨̧͔̹͙͍̪̥͚̟̝̖̦͎̪̗̝̲̖̥̉̇̾̊̾͑͗͑͋̕̕ ̷̧̨̡̧̛̛̖͔̙͔̥̯̯͇̖͉͈̳̫̮̝̺̥͖̱̰͍̺̭̮͎͖̤̥͈͓̪̬̮̱̣͓̱̗̜͔̫͙͈̈́͗̈́̓̀͂̓̂̾͑́̈̾̒͒̍͗̒̓̊̌̂͒̾̽̐̆͌̽́͒̂̇̋̃̾͛͛͑͂̍͋͜͝͝͠ͅͅg̷̳̙̲͖̻̭͓͇̩͎̝̼̘̪̜͙̬̼͔͓̮͖̭̞̤̟͈͖̩͉͜͠ͅe̷̡̢̡̢͖̬̩̘͚̟̤̜͍̗̳̗̮̗͚͚̩̰̙̱͓͖̻̔͐̊̈́̀̅̅̒́̃̀̊̑̐̚͝͝ţ̸̢̡̠͉̖̞̦̣̼̤̬̦̺͇̺̮͚̩͔̬̲͇̬͙̬̤̬̟͍̩̬̹̹͉̬̰͔̮̗̲̝̙̫̟̻̼̣̺̺̦̖̦̳̩͍͗͑̄̋͜͜͝ͅͅ ̵̨̡̧̛̞̦͈̼̮͔͔̜̱̗̞̤̣̭̗̟͔̼̱͚̦͎̖̳͎̤̞̰̘̣͇̻͓̗̗̯̤̟̖͉̣̬̤̝̪͔̖̓̿̿̌͆̍̎̎͂͒̈́͑̀̑̇̄͂͋͋̏̅̈́̂̿̒̃̄̓̌̈͛̾͆̅͆̈́̈͊͗̇̍̈́̃̾̈́̔͒̋͆́̂́̄̇͘͘̕̚̚͠͝͝d̷̢̡̢̢͇͇̮̲̥͓͎͔̙̖͕̦̼̯̜͕̜̘̙̙̼͍̪̖̜͎̞̮̣̮͖͎̂̅͑̈́̿́̔̾̅̾͊̈́̍͒͑̈́̿̈́̈́̒͛̀̂̈́͌̓͠͝ę̸̡̢̢̢̡̧̧̨̪̰͇̪͎̫͈̰͇͎͇̳̮̞̩̙̘̤̞̞̺̟̭͍̭͚̱̺̗̺̹̱̞̱̗̙̩̹̫̳̻͚̫̤̣͔̹̳̬̖̮̝͇͛͋̈́̏͛̎̌̄̑̏͌̋́̐̑̐̈͆̽̎̈̎̾̓̓̈́̌̀͐́͂͌̓̐́͘̕̕͝a̸̛̛̠͎̥̲͕͚̜̻̖̹̹̰̹͓̾̌͆̀̓̽̇̈́͆̈̍́͌͂̋̂͛̎̂̏͛͋̍̾͋̉́̐̍̓͐͂̋́͑̐̐͑̿͘͘͠͝͠͝͠ṯ̵̢̧̡̧̧̨̘̤̦̲̥̖̟̰̥̲̭̩̫̯͇͕̘͎͇͔͙̥͚̥̘̦̲̱̯̹̥͔̭̖̯̗͉͉̘͕̲̖͖͊̉̆̑̊̈́̍́̔̓͋̿̆͌̃̊̈́̈́̂̅̋͛̒̈́̂͆̋́̇̋͗̌͛͆͊́̃́̀̔̓̏̽̄̈́̈́̍̓̓͘̕̚̚̕̚̚͜͝͝͠ͅͅḩ̶̢̟͉̼͕̯̙͔̩̻͉͚̥͉͖͕̭͌̂̃̽͛͋͒̀̃̄̓̿͊́̉͛͌̑̉̿̉̆̒̐̊̂̂̎͘͘̕̚͘͝͠ ̴̧̧̛̦̠̩̙̣͙͎̩̯̭̫͍̣̩̣̩̯͓̳͑̒͐́́̏̅̍͆̆̈́̅̕͜͠ͅa̷̛̜̝̜̘̥̟̯̝̻͈̱̟̬̙͇̙̗̭͕̔̀͌͗̂̓͆͂̊̀̾̑̋̄͋̀́͂͂͑̈́̐̐̍̈́̚͝ț̷̡̮͙̘̮̘͊̂́́͊̿͗̊̒̾̆̾̔͊̔̓͝ ̷̧̧̧̛͇͕̱̲̱̦̩͎͖͓̞̘̘̦̙̺̱̯̯̤͉̭̩̞͙̘̫̗̺͍̩͖̥̳̪͚̙͉̇̈̅̎̐̽͛͒̒̀̌͛̐̇̾͌̓̑̑̅͛̒͑̀̔͂̽̇̈́̔̈́͆̿̄̒̇̀͑̾͛̎͂̿̕͘͜͝͝͠ṭ̶̛͗̉̇͑̋̀̈́̈́̓̂̏̈́͗̆̀̀̃͝͝h̵̡̥̺̦̤̥͚͈̠̠͙̱͚͚̼̠͖͂́͊̔̾̑̂͛̌͌͆̐͌̃̌͛̽̆͊͋̑́̋͑͆̊̉̏͘͘̕̕͠͝͝e̴̡̡̢̧̧̧̛͖͈̹͚̼̭̘̩͓̖̫̫̻̖͖͉̘͚̹̜̗̼̻̘̗͉̳̺̩̯̠̠̪͓̘͉͈̱͎͇̤̹̱̼̹͓̞̖̝̞̮̋́̓̓̔̎͌͑̈́̔̓̌̈́̎̚̚ͅ ̵̛̦͓͖̞̭̩̱̗̘̺͕̟̬͉̫͈̺̠͋̾̏̈́͆̄̌̏̔͑͊͌̎̾̈́͋͆͗̆̌̅̀͘͘͝͠͝ͅm̶̧̺̪͈̬̰̲̰̼͚̥͕͍̻͓̣̺̼̗̬̥̥̻̰͉̮̲̑̊͒̾̂̋̑̌̎̒̏̋͗̈͋͆̀͒̓͊̄̋̍̎̑̒̎̋̊̉̀́̓̕͘̚̚̚͜͝͠͝͝ͅơ̵͖̳̻͓͚͆ͅm̷̧̧̢̝̠͖̙͕͇̝̟̺͓̝̻̼͈͙͇̗̣̥̏̾̿̐́́̽̈̋̆̆͜ę̶̢̧̤̭̪̱͎͓̘̹͚̬͕͙̫̳̥̥̘̯̪͑̋͘ͅn̶̢͈̟̘̞̜̼̺̬͓̦̺͍̻̝̰̳͚̞̩͖̜̮̖̄͌̎͋̈̒̓̒͛̒́̑̈͊͐͗̉́̾̿̈́̔̑̊͐͌̃́̔́̌̌̒͆̄̎̑̌͂̄͐̈̏̇̊͛̅̿̓͐̈́̿͗͘̕͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠ţ̸̧̧̡̡̮͔̲͕̩̜̹̹͓̤̲̬͖̝̮̥͎̘̻̣̞̭̠̱̩̦͔̫̤̮̭̦̗̗͈̮̤̥̜͖̎̚.̶̧̢̢͚̤͇̲̳̻̮̯̣̫̹̝͇̥͖̰͓̫͙̮͓̜͚͈̬̜͔̼̹̘̰͎͕̯͇̟̫̯͍̦̲͉̰̫̻̺̗̱͎̩̱̭͎̯͆̓͋̓́̃̈́͌̑̓̄͑͗̄͑̀̓̄͊̕̕̕͘͘͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅ
̴̨̧̧̨̡̡̡͍̼̠̻̦̰̳̜͉̭̩̗͔̪͍̬̞͕̪͈̬͎̞̞̞̗͚͚͔͈̺͚͕͇̹͉̼͕̲̝̮͓̱̝̥̤̻͚̘͐͒̀̃̋̂̔̀̎͗͐̌̓̂̅̈́̿̈́͂̈͑̊̓͗̓̽̎̈́̀̒̇̆̾́̇̈́͐͛͑̽̾̓̚̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅÅ̶͓̼̲̠̺̳̥͉̥̞̗̞͚̟͉̘̩̹̳̣̙̗̰͚͉̖̺̺̬͔͓͔͓̜̮̣͖̗̓̅̊͘͜͝ͅn̴̢̡̧̛̛̠͖̘̻͇͓̦͔̝̲͔͖͎̥̟̼̱̜͔̲̯͎̞̜̭̦̻̹̥̝̬͈͎̤̝̘̳̣̰̭̺̗̺͓̳̥̲͎͚̔̔̎͗̅͒̉̔̅̋̀̔̑̾̌͌̊̈́͊̂̊̑̔̒̅̎́̂̇͐̂͒̾̌̉̍͌͌̈́̄̿̌̔̀͑̀̊̆̀̀̈́̃̚̕͘̚̕͠͝͠ḑ̶̡̧̢̨̖̻̺̫̫̖͔̩̭̪̞̲͎̲̤̮̫͙̫̝̗̪̞̣͔̳̬̫͇̃̓̄̎́̓̊̐̐͗̈́̅̃̌̔̒͆͌̌́̇̾̎͊̒̈́̕͜͜͝ͅ ̵̧̠̲̫͔͍̜̟͍̟̼̹͔̫͑̓̂̀̔̽͌͝͠ͅͅḩ̷͉̩̐͐̐̀͑̊̽̂͆͋͘ȅ̶̢̨̡͙̳͈͈͈̯̭͇̹̲̙̞͕͉͍͇̱̩̤̙̗̱̠̳̟̪̹̲̠͊͋̈́̍͋̀̒̀̐́̏̕̚͜͠r̶͓̘͙̯̼̞̪̟̙͚̝͓͖̫̮͎͙̳̬͗̈́̃̉͆̓́̄̄͛̀̒̄̽͌́̾̇͛̍̎̃͛̊̕͘̚͝͠͠͠͠ͅě̴̡̡̢̛̺̗̬͍̖͎͇̣̯̯͇̣͓͔̤̼̯͚͔̱͖͖̻̖̤̝̜̣̻̥͕̣̬̈́̊̅̽̽͑̒͆̇͌͂̇̾͒̋̎̊́̀̄͊͂̕͘͜͝ͅ ̴̡̛̥͍͕͙̹̾̍́̇̆̄́́̔̀͛̈́͐̉̏̎̐̑͑̑̒̓̉̉͋̋͐̉̈̌̾͊͒͆͌̓̄͂̄̚̚̕͘̚͠͠Ì̵̹̩̭̬̼̮̠̼̗̗̯̼̞͐̈́̇͋̂̆̃͊́́̾̽̂̈͐̆̐̃̄͑̄̋̏̋͛̊̕͘͘̚ ̷̨̛̞̟͙́͋͌̓͑͑́ą̶̧͈̤̙̪͕̗̀̌͂̔̉̃̾̈́͊͂̇͆̍̑̽̄̈́͂̎̌͌̂̾͆͑̂̅̽̔͗̄̐́̃͂͊̒̑̉̒͊̒̚̕̕͘͝͝͝m̶̧̛̺̼͚͓̬̭͈̖͙̞̹͈̣̝̳͍͖̱̍͆͛̌͐̈́̑̒̏̓̎̉̊̔̔͊͌̆͒̈́̊̋͆͌̌̐̅̓́͑͗͐̑̈͂͌͆̌̄̋͘͝͠ ̴̡̡̢̞̳̤̻͚͓̯͔̟̣̼̘͖̙̠̹̘̦̝̱̻̦͈̯̹̟̲̩͛͆̽̾̈́̄͂̈́̿̃̂͛̀̈́̀̓̈́̄̉͆͌̔̈́̇̒̊͊̎̓̔̆́͐͑̓̾͐̃̈́̈́̀̈́̇̄̔͑̾͋͒́̏̈́̐̀͘̚͝͝ͅ
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̸̨̢̡̧͚̮̱̮̤̱̼̫̦̝̗̜̗̘̖͉͉̜̙̝̙͓̳̘͎͍͔̤͔̊̃͋̂̌̎̅̐̒̋͂͘͘͜͜͝ͅẄ̸̨̨̢̡̨̛̮͔͖̙̜̤̮͍͉͇͚̲͔̠̼̺̣̼̞̭͖̥͇̝̪̣̟͉̠̙̲̖̙͕̥͕̥̤̗̖̱͖̜́̂̌̽̃̔̽͊́̇͊̏̎̂́̈̅́͌́̅̾͊̈́͆̄̅̈́̿̇͌͝͠h̷̢̛̛̛̬̫̜͖͖̬̥͇̳̘̺͚̪͕̝̪̝̼̗̲̪͇̱̟̜̝̘͚̝̫͙̩̹̰̫̱̻̀̇̒̾͗̀̌̈̓́͑͐̌͒͐̂̓͌͋̅͊̔̂̂̃̄͆̒̌͗̈́̈́͘͜͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ĩ̶̗͉̘̋͐̽̓͊̏̋̓͛̍̈́͑̅̈̓͐͒̕͘̚͜͝͠ͅc̸̡̧̨̡̡̡̡̢̛̰͚̻̟̤̠̩̻̗̺̱̦̭͙̗̠̘̹̯̫̼̮͉̬͖̱̠̟̯͚̤̲̥̼̳͖̗͚̖͖͇̫͓̟̹̭̠̣͕̭̦͙̥̮̥͐̇́̀̊̌̂̄͆̿̐̊̈́́͂̓͆̿̍̈́̂̓̀͌̆̈́͗̐̈́̈́̄̈́̑̄̏̐̈̏̅͂̽̓̚͘̚̚͜͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅh̴̡̢̢̢̧͓̝͎̥͇̬̮̥͓̣͈̼̰̞͕̠̞̤̤̮͔͚͎̤̖̯̺̞͔͍͇͔͉͚̳̪̗̻̹̱̘̺̩̯͉̖͖̮͕̮̘̩̫̫̫͆͒̒̈́̈́̆̉̄̈̆̂̌̆̑̉̕̚͝ͅͅ ̵̢̛̛͇̫̼̼̙̦͍͕͉̳̗̹̳̦̜̰̽̉̈̆̄̆́̃́͋̓͂̐͊̋͗̀̓̌̈́́̓͒̓̿̓́̑̊̇̈͗̂̑̑͋̚̕̚͝͝͝͝͝ō̸̡̨̢̨̨͈͍͖͉͉͚̺̮̱͇̤̘͈̝̥̟͚͖͖̬̣̳̰͍̩̼͎̳̮͔̙̪̜̝̔͊͋̒͌́̌̒̔̄́̐͌͂̊͂̔̃͌̍͜͜͜͜͝ͅņ̷̨̢̡̭̩̦̪̐͗͜ȩ̴̢̢̛̥̗̭̘̫̣̣̙͚͕̯͇̘͉͎͙͎̠̣̟͓̖̯̳͔̥̟̣̦̥̖̖̣͓̠̩̱̹̞̣̠̯̻͔͈͉̱̣͉̞̟̪̪̝̙͌̋͌́̄̔͐̈̋̓͆̎̅́͂̀̒͗̌͂̌́̋͜͜͜͝ͅͅ ̷̨̛̛̛̛͈̖͔̯̜̮͖̈́̽̓̐̓͊͐͑͐͌͐́̓̇̓̈͛̋̅̍̋͂̐̀̅̃́̽̌̀͌́̈́̈́̀̔̀́̾̿̃̒̚̕͝͝ï̵̧̧̡̧̨̢̛͖̹̳̗̟̥͍̬̦͙͕̩͕̤̹͙͈͉͓͕̲̱͍̲̞̬̬̩̯̭̜̥̜͚̘͎̞̻͇̺͔̹͌̈̄̇̅̄̉͂͛̎́̉̍͆̒̃̄͆̉͂͘͜͜͝ͅs̵̛̘̩̳͈͉͊́̍̑̿͊͗͝͝ ̶̛͖̖͂̀̑̾̂̉̈́̒͂̈́̀̈̔͌̇̊̆́͐̽͐̒̎̃͆͆̊̎̿͘͝͝g̴̡̧̡̡̛̝̦̰̭̦̯͙͇͕̮̟̜̼͇̣̹̗̥̤̖̰̼͓̼̺̟̭̮̫̳̱̟̦͖̹̜͕̮̠̤̩̈̈́̀́̐̂̋͗̓̉̅̀́̌̎̓̋̓̑̅͂̐͒͛̏̽̇̒̀̈́͌̉̎̾͊̃̎̚͜͜͝͝o̶̡̨̢̰̮̦̮̙̦̣̩͎̯̣͔̠͕̿͛̓̂̓̆̾̎̉̑͑̐͌̅̔͒̃̊̓͛͂̓͛̄͂̾̏͊̄̃̀̀́̃̄̂̑̚͠͝͝͠ͅi̴̧̢̢̡̢͙͖̬͉͉̭̻͕̮͓̞̫̦̙̼̜̣̫̝̯͉̫̭̫̻̘͙͓̫͕̞̫͇̱̩͚͎̮̻̞̗̮̘̋́́̉͐͜ǹ̵̨̧̧̢̛̥̯̖͇̼̠̤̻͙͎͙̲̪̗̥͚͕͚̭̯̥͈̜̥̹̥̞̙̹̗̬͇̐̍̈́̈́͛̌͂̊̀̈́̎͌̂̊̐̆̄͑͋̄͛̓̋̕̕̕̕͠͝ͅg̸̡̧̢̧̢̛̠̩̟̣̳̜͈̫̤̻̖̗̖̼̝͔͕͕̠͚̹̗͈̮̞̲̠̩̩̩̝̤̭̫̣̋̈̃̒̄͛͋̀̿̓͐̋̑̐͑̅̏̓͛͛͊̀̋̽͛̽̒́̊̔͗̅͒̈͗̄̐̓̋̊̇̅͊͛̈́̾̍͆̽̇́̉́̂́̂͑͘̕̕̕͜͝͝͠͝ ̶̡̢̨̧̨̨̧̡̛͖͈̱͍̣̳̻͓̜̖̳̤̹͚̪̼̻̠̳͈̥͍̣̻̖̺̝͈̜̺̼̪̩̹͈̣͕̠̜̬͔̬̟̜̟̱̻͔̲̱̟̒̂͜͜͜t̸̡͔͎͈̱̻̙̟̟̣̼͇͉͖̺̻̙͙͓̫̞̝̫̝̰̞̝̗̩̥̙̦̠̗̱̯̪̙̝͎͆̇̐͆̌͋̏̉̓̒͌̆̔͗́̽͆́̀͐͑̍̉͆̂̽̍̋̊̀̊̎̐̓͒̌̆͌̑͗̈̌̊̈́̈́͛͐͗͆̕̕̚͘͝͝͝ͅo̸̢̢̡̢̡̨̡̧̢͖̻̟̗͇͙̩̹̖͚͖̖̖̺̤̘̮͙̼̤͕̩͙̗͚̤͚͚̙͍͍͔͓͇̱̟̖̗̪͕͚͎̘̪̗̩͂̈̒͆͒̏̀̉̄̈́͌͆́̿̒̐̀̓͐̓͘͜͝͝ ̶̢̧̡̨̡̛̛̤̝̤̰͈̲͕̞̬̭͇͈̫̟̮͇͚͈̲̖̟̞͎̠̝̬̮̞̭̥͈͚͈̦̩̻̩̼̙̘̺̩̟̞̰͖̜͚͇̮̬͔̾͋̂̀̀͗̒̾̾̃͛̒̊͐͒͐͊̏͆͋̂̃̄̒̐̈́̑̄̽̊͘͜͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅẅ̴̨̻̪͉̤̲̖̟͙̩̻̖͔̙̗̲̪̼̜̭̙̥̮̫̘̭̳̣̣̭̫͌͂̀̅͛̄͆͂͗́̈́̂̿̐͌̇̀̐̔̍̄̀͘͘̚̕͜͜͝ͅͅͅę̷̧̡̢̢̛̛̛̘̱̹̞͈͚̪̺͖̠͉̹͕͚͓̪̟̬̖̰̜̮̟͍̤̳͍̜̠̬̪͔͓̱̞̻̹͓̝͉̲̯͖͓̣̰͙̈́̒̅̈͆͐̐͛͌̑̀͋̀̄̏̈́̽̄̍̾̐͌͗́̀́̒̈́͑̒̀̆̓̏͂̉̂͐͊̇̊̽̊̿͆̆̿̍̚̚̕͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅl̸̛̥̜̠͙͙̫̤̥͔͊̈́͑͂̀̂̃̊̃̌͛̍̀̎̀͂̾̓̄̆̓̾̎͒̅̒̔̋̏̂́̊͊͒̂͒̋̍͋̌̃̔̾̍̉͂͌̌͒̀̕̕̚͝͝͝͝͝c̵̛͔͎̓́̂̽̑̆̇̐́̒̈̈́͋̓͂͊̌̇̃͗̈́̇͒͋̑͆͋͛͒͐̃͌̆͒̑͛̀́̈́̎̈̍͑́̐͋̌̇̔̄̈́̓̌̌͒̓̃̒̕̕͠͝͝͝͠o̸̢͚͉͇̖̺͈͖̰̭̝̣̙̰̹̥̹̥̺̘͔̹͈̬̘̜̹͉̩̲̹̤̯͎͉̽͒́́͜͝ͅm̸̢̨̨͓̲͕̝̫̥̻̤̳̭͚̩͖̳̥̭̬̻͚͉̘̫̯͎̌͌̈́̐̈̿̀̔̓̏͌͛̑̄̽͌́͆̉͊̓̍̃͂̄͂̕̕̕͝͝͝͠ȩ̵̢̧̛̤̮̟̤̞̙̹̪̰͚̗̤͍͖̯͎͎̭͕̹͖͕͈̗̳̜̗̜͎̣̰̳̗̟̪͈̫̹̼͎͔̩̭̭͔͓͕̲̞̙̜̯̻͓̯͖̟̼̉̄̎̓̈̿̔͆̿́͊͗̿͆́̎͆̽̍͆̌͗̉͂̐̅̔̋̉̄̀̅͌̈̇̽͂͊̿̍̕̚͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ ̴̢̡̧̢̨̛̟̗̟͕͓͓̺̗͈͓̜̼̠͇͙͇̖̟͉̳͙̻͇͚͕̖͇̮͈͎̻̟̪̙͇̮̬̞̗̘̆̉́͆̐́̏͒͛̂͊͐͂̓̀̾̐̔͋̿̀̔̓͂̐͂̃́̑̓̎̃͑̔̈́́̌̀̏͜͝͝͝ͅm̷̡̨̧̖̦̱̱̻̬̩̜͓͈͎̳̳͎̼̝̻͚̯̘̙̺̖̲̩̰̱͕̲͓̟͚͉̜̈̿͑̅͌̀̂͒̂̏̉̀͌̾̈́́͛̐̉̂̅̒̋̊̎̈̿͗͆̍̉͛̆̆́̑̃̇̋͆̄̅̅̕͘̕̕̚͘͘͠͝͝ͅé̵̢̡̡̧̡̠̞̺͚̦͇̝͈̠̗̗̙̯͉̺̩̩̲͎͉̪̗͇͇͙̹͎̝̪͈̟̞͙̤̠͚̜̻̝͔̜̞͈̗̥͇͍̹̳̲͖͌̄͒̍͐͋̌̑́͋̊͜͝ͅ.̸̨̧̡̢̧̛͎͓̹̟͉̟̼̣͉͚̜̫̣͚̞͖̙̹̹̳̤̣̬̥̰̬̦̤͖̗͔͍̪̺͚̱̻̙̺̙̲̀̀̓̇̄̎̂̎͊͑͗̔̈́̾͛̉͗̾̀̅̌̍͑͐́͂͘̕̕̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅ
̸̢̛̜̰̱̈́̏̃͌͛͂̀̀̇́̍̆̊̐͋̒̽̅̏́̍͊̉̀̄̔̈̾̐͋́̋̇͐̿̎̽̒̇͐͛̏̊̋̽̄̅̎̊͐͌͐̚͘͘̚̚͘͠͝ͅB̷̧̢̨̧̧̩̳͎̺̞̪͍̟̤̤̹̼̗̼̹̥̝͈͚̖̙̺̳̝̠̳͙̤̹̀͐͒̈̈́̒̑̊͜͜͝͠ͅū̶͕̞̲̙̽t̵̨̢̯̳̻͇̝̬͇̻̣̯͎͍̰̣̲͙̭̗̗͙̻̤̫͍͓͔̱̝͕̦̩̻̬͎̩̦͙̬̪͓̼̩̲̝̫͕͍̠̻̱̔̉̐̈́̂͐̒͆̇̈́͛̈́͋͘ͅͅͅ,̴̨̢̛̬̙̗͚͕͍̮͔̠̺̰̩̥̭̼̲͈̝̣͍̲̞̊̐́̂͂̽̍̓͑̓̔̈́̈̉̉͐͑̎̇̆̽͑͌͌͋̈̅̔̾̐̓͊͋̈̒̍̋͌͊̿̇̓́̇̑̇̓̀͆̈́̚͘̕͝͠
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Pray for my death!
Pray!
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
A blinking light in the sky
I close my eyes I wonder why
Take a deep breath and wish upon
I pray to myself that everyone can see
Wishes and dreams you lighten up
People and everyone you cheer them up
Darkness in the night, the cold wind
Glittering shine of the moon, happiness in their mind
Shooting star I believe in you
Tell me that your are true
Or its just an imagination
To become an inspiration
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
I can't promise you
That dark clouds
Will never hover
Over our lives Or that the future
Will bring us many rainbows .
I can't promise you that
Tomorrow will be perfect
Or that our lives will be easy.
I can promise you my everlasting
Devotion, my loyalty, my respect,
And my unconditional love for a lifetime .
I can promise you that
I'll always be here for you,
To listen and to hold your hand,
And I'll do my best to make you happy,
And make you feel loved.
I can promise you that
I can see you through a crisis
And pray with you,
Dream with you,
Build with you,
And always cheer you on
And encourage you.
I can promise you that
I'll willingly be your protector,
Your advisor, your counselor,
Your friend, your family,
Your everything.
I promise you
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
*
What an "ANGELUS" time it is
These times of LOVE
The "SALATS" of the moment
embraces everything around us
Is it the "FAJR" of birds kissing?
Is it the "ASR" of cats stretching?
Is it the "MAGHRIB" of peacocks screams?
Those are the sound of LOVE I suppose
I can see on the cheeks
The wetness of the kiss
That has not dried yet
Who is the LOVE
(BELOVEDz / LOVERz) who causes
The tears swell in the eyes
Of the one who LOVES?
Why is the eagerness to touch
The bare shoulders so enticing?
Why the heart longs to
drown into LOVE
(BELOVEDz / LOVERz) core?
Placing one's face on the lap
The flower smells jasmine rains
Close eyes and experience my LOVE
When I seal your pores with my lips?
Can I sing you lullabies
When you sleep besides me peacefully?
Can I snap a new art sculpture
Out of your hair every morning?
Forget your thoughts
While feeling my LOVE
By being in LOVE with me
Why the words become worthless
When we share
A common breathing between our lips?
Who is listening to the music
Of our heart-beats?
Why do roses rain over us
When we share our chromosomes?
Who are they?
There, below the waterfalls
Behind the mountain caves
The two magical unicorns in LOVE?
Who will pray "TEFILLAH"
When we are in
Ultimate union of LOVE?
Who will "TENEBRAE" our lives
To illuminate our souls?
So that we "THEOPHANY" the
LOVE deity of ONENESS
Now tell me...
Will the clouds answer our LOVE-call?
Will the first ray of sun ever find us?
Will the moon ever illuminate dark lives?
Will the stars sparkle over our springs?
Will the dew drop give birth to seedlings?
To save the cosmos & planet EARTH
Let us embrace into
Single semantic of LOVE
*
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
they emerge from the wooded neighborhood ridge and fringe at dusk
into breadth of lawn
& limb.
witchy chicks
casting banter n bitchcraft.
teenage dead end dreamers tipped in black magick lip gloss
& glitter, their
genderfluid familiars &/or wayward boyfriends apparate
in the street pink cloud spinning wheel,
& hawking bile.
****** stella smile.
swallow a hex, send a snap, tongue along his neck
promising to fold bodies before sunrise.
the effervescent gasp
of post-ritual clarity.
in the house,
is a kid.
a gig.
the devil with a younger grip.
& the kid thrills on a bit of the ol’
u l t r a v i o l e n c e.
****** videogames, ****** anime, ****** mayhem n melodic music.
he is a conduit of dark energy.
a pure blooded offering of the stone age/video age,
mind in a kind of kaleidoscopic way.
he is me.
bred on televised bucket slime ceremonials.
she checks her purse.
drugs & snacks & juul & a pretty dead bird.
a daughter of delphi watching your kid.
tending to him.
trending him.
popcorn smelling him, the texas chainsaw massacre on vhs just before bed.
palace of teeth n twigs.
just a short walk to the edge and then its bath time.
the demon version is grisly and cruel.
the angel version is starry-eyed and adventurous.
to conjure some
thing,
at the cliff jumping.
it was fun.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Nan to walk into your room and see you smile,
I walked over and hugged you all the time,
you always made me smile and always had stories to tell.
I loved sitting with you everyday and listen to the memories you had to share
You showed us that life cant be all that bad
there is always a light at the end of a tunnel,
You were so strong,
You had faith in us all,
You had great sprit even if the day was dull.
you weren’t just my Nan
you were my best friend
I know you had to go,
now I feel I'm alone
but I know you're close.
when I feel the warmth at night I know its you giving me a good night kiss,
when I feel my chest getting tight I know that’s you giving me a big hug,
when I feel the wind brush through my hair
I know your whispering hello to me ..
when I see the sun shine I know you're happy,
when I see that bright star I know that’s you watching down on us all and smiling
now a beautiful angel watching over us all,
we pray to you each night.
Loosing you Nan broke my heart and every day without a doubt I think of you and shed a little tear, for a Nan I loved so dear.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
Rain ,rain, rain
rain, rain, rain..
Please come with crystal clear drops,
Please come with a heavy shower,
Please come with great thundering,
and lightening..
lands are lying desperately
lands are drying,
Spring are waiting,
Again the world will be green,
Heaven waiting.
Rain,rain,rain,
Rain,rain,rain
Please come
Lets pray for a heavy shower of rain.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used.
Put no differnce into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we had together.
Play, smile, think of me.
Pray for me.
Let my name be the household name it always was.
Let it be spoken without the shadow of a ghost in it.
Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
What is death is but a negliable accident.
Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight.
All is well, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and it will all be as it was before.
R.I.P Daniel,
I miss you man
16/6/2010
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
What's it take
These days
To write a poem
That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest
Is it those excessively long words?
The ostentatiously loquacious
Platitudinous ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?
Is it perhaps...
the "creativity"
of varied spacing
or... could it be..... the lack
of capitalization
the loathsome little letters
screaming out
hey, look at us!
... or maybe it's
the punctuation marks,
littered, haphazardly
through the text
(whether used correctly)
or, theyre not?!
despite worrds mispeled
and a grammar might is broken
can these gimmicks increase interest
though miswritten or misspoken?
Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
(or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
Praise for which we
Privately, desperately
Pray
Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism
Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes
Well, maybe not...
those gems are often ignored
cast-aside, unread, even abhorred
Why?
Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
of "the right way"
to write
to speak
to act
to live
to (fill in the blank)
No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!
And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Altered
Adjusted
Changed up way
Line
After line
Of synonyms
over
and
over
and
over
again
-----
What's it take
These days
To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?
But more importantly:
What's it take
To make my poem go viral?
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
Rolling down St. John's Heritage Highway
after Sean, my grandson's birthday party
I belt out my pioneer song with vigor
echoing across the vast beauty,
wide open, sacred spaces
pristine vistas
Norman Rockwell cows grazing
in bygone pastures happily
moo along
Driving past the yellow deer crossing sign
Florida woodlands giddyap near the edge of the road
long brown antlers prancing to
a timeless rhythm
I hope and pray that I can somehow
kindle a spark of appreciation
in my niece and grandsons
so that they may behold
the baffling greatness
and mystery that is our universe
These young'uns are mighty attached to the
virtual reality, world and landscape
of computer technology
A sprinkling of cowboy stars flash
an omnipresent wink
Sunset bonfire explodes across
the frontier horizon
Turning the corner onto Emerson Drive
smoldering scarlet orange embers
reflecting lights
shoot fireworks, launch rockets
through an ever expanding field of vision
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
Troublesome love . . .
will not let you sleep . . .
Sort of like a basketball game . . .
Questions are bounced mad and furiously
against the hard wood floor with only
more questions bouncing back .
Meanwhile someone is trying to steal
your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image .
And you fight your way down
the court of life and toss your hopes and
dreams into the air and pray to God . . .
go in.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Mark A. Williams
SEPTEMBER 14, 1962 – JULY 23, 2018
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Wow Mark,
Was so, so saddened to hear this news. I haven't seen you in over ten years, but as kids, we had some amazing adventures, didn't we? Partying, camping and swimming at the Hudson lime pits. Mowing down on Pizza and pitchers of Pepsi (and as we grew up, BEER!) at Pizza Hut. (We knew the numbers to ALL the songs on that jukebox by heart!) Hanging out and looking at the stars through Budvido's telescope, listening to Doctor Demento. Laughing hysterically as we ran through Monty Python skits as everyone looked on in total puzzlement because THEY wouldn't discover them until YEARS later!
Building underground forts in the North Woods. You, Budvido, Zeke and I playing pinball at 7-11 for hours and hours. Watching Bands, chasing girls and playing Foosball or Pool at the Touch of Class Teen Club. You gave me my first Imported beer . . . a Lowenbrau. I will always owe my passion for those German beers to you and it was fitting that Budvido bestowed you with that moniker.
All through Jr. High, sharing a seat on the school bus. You, Matt, Tom, Buddy and I cruising around late night on our bikes for hours. Hanging around in the Jasmine Lakes sign with hijacked beer or getting free bags of Burgers from Burger Queen when they closed at night! Jousting with shopping carts on our bikes in the Winn-Dixie parking lot. Sitting up all night in Jimi's room after climbing in through the window or going on endless space cruises with him and Raymond in the Toyota.
(RIP Jimi Carlsen)
Sneaking into the nudest Colony and skinny dipping! Always cracking up at the school lunch table. Swimming in my pool and terrorizing my sister and her friends. (Allegedly) Trashing that crook Fast Eddie's produce stand after he refused to pay us for a full day of picking watermelons!
Good times, indeed . . . Some of my most precious memories.
I can only pray that you know that I wouldn't trade my youth or you in it for anything in the world and you will be sadly missed, Lowenbrau, my old friend.
I hope that where you are, your beers are ice cold and that you and Jimi aren't having to glue the Hookah back together.
Jeff Gaines
July 28, 2018
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach?
Ain't nobody know
And when the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
cradle and all
And now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you're signing on forever
When you ink it in blood
A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U.
I use the state of the art
Technology
Suppose to make for better living
Are we better human beings?
We got our wires all crossed
The tubes are all tied
And I'm straining to remember
just what means to be alive
A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Building like little bullets,
Just building up the nest
And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the Lord above
A.E.I.O.U., A.E.I.O.U.
I use my state of the art
Technology
Now don't you forget it
It ain't using me
'Cause when the power goes out
I got other means
'Cause when the power's goin out
I hear the power's going out
I mean it the power's going out
I really mean it the power's going out
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Drowning in a cesspool of wishes
Destiny swims no farther than fishes.
Diligence seduces the tide,
She elopes, makes her a bride.
The singing bird sings,
The humming bee stings.
Inactivity kills the sweet dreamer but
Also exalts not the lazy ****
Puff your blunt, roll up your sleeves
Kiss your tools, empty your sheaths
Pray your hands grind the right mill,
Your hustle will have you chill.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC