"shephard" poems
The most luminous example of a fallen angel
An ignored history.. A need for attention..
We define The Humanity Problem globally..
Let me enter the mind of a killer
Let me learn from within the mind of a saint
I will calculate the sociology
The norms killing our psychology
With pad and pen as my everlasting friend..
I want to burn in hells
I seek to bask in heavens
Show me the soul in my eyes
Weathering through a common storm..
People will find the real normal..
If they love themselves and help others..
It should be an oddity to erase normality
And so it exists only as a common standard..
That is how I grew up..
What if we ended expectations?
What if we embraced change?
Compassion could be a global comeback..
There is a nature in duality..
Humans engraved into double-edged swords..
If we could create love and war..
We may be able to end our battles..
We could live with evidence and compassion..
Ending our need to be beautiful, better or rich
As an American.. I am built of guilt
I suffer..
I displayed kindness, love and compassion
I valued evidence over assumption
Pointed out an economy of overconsumption
Only to be labeled as..
'Sheep'
'Idealistic'
So.. to my fellow kinsmen and women..
Open up a dictionary..
If I am a sheep..
We as a whole are not shephards..
Who do you look for to guide you?
Isn't America obviously lost?
We are defined as sheep by a globe called Earth
Currently? Like it or not.. They're right..
I am not powerful
I am weak
Despite the ego of America.. I am no sherpah..
I am no sheep..
I will never be a shephard..
I will only ever be me..
Think of you when at your happiest..
Revel in the lessons of how that was stolen..
It will be Hell..
I'll be blunt with that fact..
Want peace? Face it.
Face you.
Deflate all of your ego.
We need to bring back who we were long ago..
We need to care and foster Hope..
Eradicate foolish hate..
Value intelligence and knowledge..
Divided we are destined to **** and die..
But.. United?
We could be a beacon of hope..
A beacon brighter than God, who we're under
An American Beauty..
That has shed her mistakes..
To let go..
Of her American Ego..
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
Pray to a god
Pray for mercy
Pray like a *****
Whos life Im ending
Nothing can save you
From the very monster
Your hatred created
Your rage fed
Just pray for whatever
In the end
Your life is within myy hands
Your heart somewhere off in the distance
In the hands of a girl
Who may have not love you anymore
Pray to whoever
Pray to be heard
Pray for a savior
Pray like a *****
Because your life is over
Pistol to your temple
Hands shaking
As the whiskey goes down
Wrist bleeding
Might as well say a prayer
No god as your shephard
No love at your funeral
No tears when you die
Just another day
That everybody will forget
Look up and meet my face
Look up into these eyes
Do they look familiar?
Because its a reflection of yourself
Going crazy from it all
Pray now
Pray for whatever
Pray not to die
Pray you son of a *****
Pray for the last time
Nothing can save you
So pick up the phone
Make your last call
Call that girl
Who you gave your heart to
Maybe her voice
Will calm your demons
Silence the voices
Echoing in your head
That you want to scatter all over the walls
Do you really think
That she loves you
She wont even pick up the phone
She doesnt want to talk
To your pathetic ***
Listen to me
Im you
Face to face
No hallucination
Just a reflection
Im everything you are
Im alive
Yet Im dead
Im whatever I wish
So come on and pray
No one will hear it
No one will answer
Just make the attempt
Or pull the trigger
Because your wasting my time
Pray to her
Pray for her
Pray to be loved
Pray just pray
Like a *****
Come on together
We can pull the trigger
End each other
Yet we are one
So take another shot
This could be
What saves us
This bullet
These open wrist
That appear to never to run dry
She broke your heart once
So you kept breaking it
And you know
Just as well as I
You dont deserve anything
This moment
Is your last
So say a prayer
And pray for your right
To deserve anything other than death
Dont bother praying
I'll pull the triger for us
So I can rest in peace
And never see your
Weak and pathetic face ever again
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
Dousy burnt world,
Ruthlessly ravaged.
Misery misfortune gathering the preys.
Green grassland defeated of inferno.
Creatures blacker without flesh,
of sordid blast bomb.
Lives gone,treasures lost.
Oceans dried.
Atmosphere of smoke,
Horrow rained and reigned
Few creatures are left trackless.
Songs of Bomb,
Vapours of disaster,
Humans as sheep without shephard.
Catastrophically creatures chase safety.
Indeed the dream was no good.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Upon the crumbling moss-streaked wall,
A single shephard leant,
As he sadly counted peaceful sheep,
His mind on unpaid rent,
his loving wife, and doting son,
this cool sweet scent of night,
and now we leave the fretful shephard,
He’ll go to war and fight.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
I lost my mind
In the vast field of green village
I lost my mind
At the river side of Shimultali quay.
I lost my mind
In the colored flowers of Caesalpinia pulcherrima
I lost my mind
At the canal of Matamuhuri.
I lost my mind
At the village market of Rangunia
I lost my mind
At the stalk of blossomed Lotus.
I lost my mind
By the tune of the lonely shephard
I lost my mind
By the silent song of the Jamuna river.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
Each shephard sat around his feet
And as he pause they wonder
What secret would he say
But his solemn mouth speaks only
Of a sage of the holy way
High atop an ice breezed peak
The sage can be found to speak
To sing songs of the great Jomski
Who did command ten thousand men
On frigid Icelandic sea
Soaring 'neath open sky
In longships landed these men ashore
To plunder and pillage all in sight
And settle and rest did each man then
And drunk on their worship soon begin
To sing songs of the great Jomski
And when one day the great Jomski lieth
On damp soil wounded by the fateful spear
A solemn dove could be seen flying
Towards those mourning friends of home
With dreaded message of his dying
And as such crowds flood his sombre wake
All who cometh doth partake
To sing songs of the great Jomski
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
as long as
the
stars are shining
the
lord is
my daily bread
thus
ask
the lord
for
the
shepherd's light
to
walk by faith
and
not by sight
as long
as the spirit
moves me
as long as the
stars are shining
still
towards
the
Shephard's light
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
oh
what light
that
shepherd me
through
this
dark wine sea
if
you see but a bubble
do not get
angry at me
but
sing out
to me
what
light that shepherd me
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC