Once, my momma told me to be vigorous
She teached me how to fight with manner
She told me how to argue in righteous
She told me not to be hungry in power.

Once, my momma told me how to be a great man
She teached me how to do chores
She teached me everything in the long run
She was my hero, my saviour that I adore.

My momma, was there through my whole existence
She teached and tell me everything I need to know
She became my mother and father without difference
She was there everytime I get older and to get a blow.

Once, I miss her vanilla pie so I run back home
Feeling excited—I rush inside through the door
I have a big smile, but in a while my body became a stone
I saw it with my two eyes my mother was lying on the floor.

I snapped out and came back from my reverie
I was about to come closer when I saw my hands dripping with blood
Suddenly I saw a mirror with a reflection of me
I was holding a gun and a smile curved into my lips before I hear a thud.

I woke up, in a small filthy cell
I realized I am a prisoner
Time flies so fast I couldn't tell
I remembered I was a murderer.

Music was my refugee,
it let me grow up out of nothing,
it teached me how to dream,
and teached me how to fly,
even my wings are made of it
'cause it's the only thing no one can break

Music was my way out,
out of every pain and fear,
music let me found myself,
and teached me how to loose myself
carried me away with every chord
It chains me to my memories
without feeling jailed in back times
It feelings for those melodies are just
overwriting all those fear back than -
just leave back some scary pictureshots
against all those pain they've been unerasable burned with into my soul

Music teached me how to smile,
how to dream till the day i die,
it told me how badly wrong it was
those darkness i'm born in
music teached me how to ask
for this other world behind

it teached me how to fall and loose
without the question
how to stand up again

Covered in rust from pig iron girders, and dust from the nicks in old bricks that time cracks
I cannot relax and wish
I could just blow up those buildings and stack them in mounds on the ground,which I realise is no different to what they are now.
Fred Dibnah would know how
he would have taught me,teached me
he was a preacher man
and could demolish with polish as easy as pie, all those monstrosities that laugh as they scrape at the sky (they should bow)

It should be back to the drawing board for those clowns in the towers of the towns where the ring roads depress us.compress us until we're back in the mould.
and the old men in whitehall who still play billiards with no ***** should heed what we say,
we don't want it this way.
We want works, we want perks,we want more out of this living that you are not giving and we're sick,
do you hear?
we are sick to the pits which no longer exist except in the memories of miners and women who scrabbled through dirt and put scraps of coal in their skirts and then carried them home.
Poverty is the bone upon which poor people chew
but be careful down there
one day it may be you
that's being eaten
being beaten
by us.

why would somebody like to wander the Arctic
some probably have given up trying to connect
but sometimes, everything seems to be wrong

how one waits, means another’s freedom
freedom in silences? freedom in sentences
but sometimes, meaningful words only hurt

they told me, there’ll always be somebody
to pull you away from the dangerous glacier
but sometimes, there’s curiosity above this pain

they’ve teached me though, they’ll be there
to keep you away from the lonely polar bear
but sometimes, someone doesn't have the fear

to come closer..

just wanted to put my ear on polar bear’s chest
closer to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat
closer so i could give, show him my best

and that’s how we enter the mouth of the beast
how it chews on me, again and again

Time, transformed me

Heal every touched of rage

All failures that rub me

The wound of my past



Teacher, modified me

Teached me the right path

The lane for a healthier tomorrow

For me to define this life with a better meaning



My friend, changed me

Picked up my wobbly hand

Give mind advice to cure its unrest

I want to feel your positive outlook



My dearest, refined me

Let me feel that genuine affection

Not the phony hugs and kisses

For my body and lips to attained true love



Lord, enlightened me

I was lost in intersecting road

Please display the right ladder

To the place where you are





From my tagalog poem: Baguhin Mo Ako

Translated: 1-18-2016

Mysterious_aries

i remember the day when i saw you for the first time....,

i thought i am seeing you for the last time.........



but no,you met me again and again......

each time you made me feel i am born for you to gain.....



the way you looked at me that day......

made my heart to fly away and away......



everything was going fair......,

and love was in the air.....



but suddenly i dnt know what happened to you.....,

about Me,

you changed your view......



there was a day when we use to read each others eyes.....,

and this is the day when we both want to rid off from each other lives.....



i just cant believe that you are the person who made my world go round and round......,

because now you made my world go down and down.....



you know it very well that i never begged love from you.....,

because i never expected in return from you......



you know it very well that i never forced you for anything....,

but then too you insulted Me without thinking........



but never mind,

i am happy that you came in my life as a special person .....,

because you are the one who  teaChed Me life's greatest lessons.....



the only wish is ,i want to see you happy forever....

but yup.....,

now i made my heart to fall in love never......!!!!!



-by MohiT CristO KalwadiA

i touch my soul and release the ON switch.

The darkness beckons like an aborted child full of possibilities never explored.
Potential never reached.
Heights never teached.
Things never speeched.
But life goes on thrashing like a rude animal, desperately devouring all in its path with no end in sight, and no table manners.
Trembling slowly, my hand reaches into the abyss for a drop of light to comfort my flickering life force. The only channel of hope that now rushes with the ferocity of a dying turtle, with no home to speak of.

TICK TOCK, click clack, the only sounds that remind me that reality never shuts off.
Where’s the remote?

It was never invented.

My shadows play dead to my consciousness, never there to teach me my concrete lessons.

So I scratch my bed stings, reminders of my past, itches of my present, and marks  in my future.

The fade to black is my only resolution.

The gavel sounds and I pinch myself, hoping it’s a dream, no it’s just a scheme, ultralight beam?

The ticks turn into Morse code. Translation?



Start over.

She would hank up on my left side
Listening to my breathing
Like You, she loved to grabble
To take care of my health, You're cared about it too
Unlike You, she’s got an apprehension of old science fiction movies
And she often stared at me while I was dozing or watching a film.
Jokingly, I would draw her attention:
- Look! Advertising for "Elvita cakes"!
We were laughing.

I understood  that stare.
Because of You.
While we were walking in the winter, you wanted  to be on my right side
And You  would  let me slip my hand into the pocket of your coat.
I'd watched you tread, with rosy cheeks
Hair pulled into a bun
I would stare.


You would ask - what ?!
Nothing, I would answer.
(your smile, you fool)

In the first months we photographed ourselves
With a cheap film camera
And photos were in color
On photos, You turn out magically.


I brought along the album with these photos of you
While I train traveled in dawn, for the semester verification.
I stared, while the coupe was empty.
In the city I bumped into a former, older, more experienced colleague
We both worked in a bookstore and his father teached literature.
I told him about the new poems, the new job after old bookstore and that I'm in a relationship.
I showed him your photo, the most beautiful one.
He froze.
Then he said with a smile:
You are going to be so ****** up when this relationship ends ...so ****** up.
And he, as always, was right.
I was *******.

I didn’t tell you about the album and the train
I let you speak about musicians
You were not pleased because I didn’t understood the song of Leonard Cohen completely
And I wasn’t pleased not knowing for the comicbook which will essentially explain the two of us.

You become cold, distant.
You left  in February, after the literary evening
You were a bit surprised that I gave You a book, gift with a dedication
Although I was (un) consciously conscious of what awaits for me soon.

I didn’t  complicate.
I got up, kissed You on the forehead, and I went towards the station and to take a bottle of beer.
Where are you going, You asked. Pulled me by the sleeve. Tightened me.
We struggled for a few seconds. Stopped.
You wanted to see me off, to see how the train departs slowly, leaving
How train wagon becomes a point in the distance  that disappears in the fog.
Of course, it was your way.

Now we both have a cult episode of Dylan Dog
Comicbook called " The Long Goodbye "
There is also a scene at the train station
And I finally realized Leonard
After the first empty bottle.

The full Moon Cometh
Brighter then Before,
but cratered with Blood stained hands...

Here i lay Bleeding beneath
hand prints I once teached,
Hands that I once reached
And A Brother I lie beneath.

The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth,
Hidden behind the mask of men
I caught full glimplise of the beast,
A Friend.

As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side
My mouth grew parched,
Oh this Ides of March
Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died

When the sadness tears
ran and showed my fears.
I saw you standing
and you gave me your understanding.
Reached,
Teached,
and Healed,
me.
I fell in love with your smile,
Your beauty made me try.
I learned to climb then fly.
Thank You!
                                    My Love, and My Healer!----------------

Tonight,
my sweet boy
left.

My baby boy.

Helped his birth.
Kissed every inch
of his growth.
Teached him
every taste and texture and smell.
His hand in my throat
to articulate every sound.
Made him giggle
the very first time.

My baby boy.

All the stories,
all the words.
'You are my intelligence',
he wrote once,
age five.

My sweet boy.

He left.
As he should,
to live with his mother.

I have stayed for him.

Now,
for whom
would I stay?

There is nothing
left for me
to wish for.

Maybe
he will think of me
and smile.

[14/07/14]

I can't seem to think straight.
So much mixed emotions and countless thoughts,
Aching my mind with the pain it brought.
Trying to stay positive and strong,
Wanting to hold on to something that lost its bond.
Eyes watering hope aint worth it no more,
Fixing something that can't be restore.
Yielding, pleading, talking can't change reality,
Wrecking an unstable mentality.
Keep your head up and believe in brighter days,
Just as a rose symbizes love, it rotts away.
Life compared to nature compare to something that's out of reach.
Something that can define what's teached.
It's okay, your stronger than you think.
Just one blink to realize what is Destiny.

-dpk

on this blank white page,
my emotions flow,
shine and glow
'till the emptiness imbibes my thoughts  
like raindrops after a drought
I  remember, tears are pockets of sorrow and pain
After 6 years, You teached me to let them rain
I believe in something now; once they dry, the healing begins

Distance is a slow asphyxiation,
A chaos that requires all of my attention
But If you were here, i would read your eyes
I would look beyond your flesh and see beneath your bones to finally fall in love with the beauty mess that you have inside
Then i would go back to your eyes, swim and drown into them
i would find all the words that were
never really said,
and i assure you, if you were here,  we would be more than alive

sweet nights of betrayal
freedom is at last on our tails
swept to the sea away from the rails
set in the sun on the moon we sail. x2

off and running like birds with no names
taking a ride toward those high frames
looking up toward a desert sky
folks are boarding planes dressed to die

only us and this world we can see
this ocean was made for you and me
our love combined is unity
undress me, sally.

We aint no law we can’t be teached
we gonna drive so far we can’t be reached
and sleep where the shady moon meets the sun
and die in a blue valley as one.

Feel your hand meet the breeze
fly to the edge of all your dreams
The sky is set for you and i
We were born young and we will die.

So fly with me, sally.

Cast aways on diamond light
i fell in love with you at first sight
And left the world where hatred ran
and sailed to a place where nobody can.

Swept by hope in a vanishing moon
We ran with eyes above to catch the balloon
But our backs were caught in the rising sun
And together we died in the blue valley as one.

This quarantine teached us manythings,
Work can be done without going to office,
Importance of humans,
Food should not be wasted,
Teaching online,
How to value human beings,
Cleanliness is very important.
Yes, this quarantine teached us many Things.
--Jayalalita B Iyer

Failure is a fantastic feeling,
we don't agree coz we are conditioned to
believe success can bring beautiful feeling.
Failure helps people to stop wasting their
energy and resources. Failure has teached a lot
to human than success.

The success people are always works for
early accomplishment. What happens?
When you reach your ultimate goal, you find  
emptiness. an abyss.
very difficult to fill that especially
when you are in a  corporate world.
you experience the tiredness of feeling
alone at the top of  the world. a new fame
brings new enemies, then.... drop everything and
take the route of becoming a sage.

And being a sage was not so simple. To live doing
nothing was the most cruel habit. Why?... Think,
you are going to live your life through  begging.
It means you want others to work and feed you
in the form of charity. Hence, the real joy is.... in
living slowly, and proceed to achieve our goal in
paced manner spread over the entire life. and the
best way of living is.. every minute of efforts invested
in corporate world must be compensated for living a  
contented beautiful life.

Brushing failures and touching rare success are
the real juice of happiness...

Since when I hath layed the blue orbs on you,

You captured thee.

You hath been my friend, a company.

Ups and downs you're always 'round.

You didn't leave me as doth others around.

Over powering my heart and thy soul of ill.

For you hath been my teacher that teached me good will.

Gave life to the burned and crumpled paper.

Filled the deserted newspaper.

Put colour to the lackluster painter.

And hey, I dont want to be a poetess nor a writer.

I want to be the letter that they put together.

Important and remembered forever.

There is an Angel that changed my life,
She teached me not to fight,
And I've dropped everything I've had for her,
Eventually giving her my soul.

But as a demon as I am,
I've put my ego in front and lost her,
Now I'm crying from the depth of  my soul,
Knowing that there is nothing to do more.

I prayed to God to give you all,
Even though its painfull to know,
That another man have you by his side,
That was the best things I've could decide.

I cry so much in the depth of my heart,
Knowing we both went on separate path,
I want everything to finish now,
The pain is too much, to death I bow.

But if I do that, who will be there to pray for you more?
Atleast this is a reason I can live for.

Life is the combination of happiness and sorrownes ,
Life is the period of acknowledgement,
It teached us to live in ourself but for others ,
It showed us path  to discover for comfort of others ,

Life started with the birth,
And starts to do mind make up ,
Life brings failure to give a new inspiration ,
And then it brings happiness to ease the time ,
It is fixed that good time will come ,
And then people will say that we are enjoying       good life ,
Life provides us the unlimited boundary of thinking ,
And educate us what to do for others ,

Life of child look like the growing plant ,
And when the child grows it gets opportunity to feed the world ,
Then they understand life is to live ,
And hence they became able to say life meanings good or bad ,

Life revealed the truth that why do we live ,
And it also revealed why do we feel ,
The time told us that life is passing and we are dying ,
And then the people knewd that life is a suffering and donating game ,
Abd finally one died ,
But others are still alive to live the life.

Why you call me angel? Once she asked..
I can't be one - must be the other side
Cause Angels have never be to cry,
they don't get bound with chains,
get hit or ****** till bleed
they don't have any fears to leave someone alone
they never wish they could die
angels don't have to live in nightmares
They don't need to learn how to love pain to survive
they can just laugh and fly away..

No..i said.. you must be an angel
You've just forgotten how you loose your wings
cause only an angel can do what you do to me
Only an angel can make someone laugh
Who never even learned to smile
and take away all this pain and darkness I've been born in
Only an angel can melt a person made of steel to anything that can feel
Only you where able to made a person out of a living robot
So yes..you are my angel
My fallen Angel,
shooted down in this hell with broken wings,
But with an unbroken heart,
just covered in dust to avoid the demons all around,
and one day you will get your wings back -
you will get them back and get the call to leave this place,
and the only thing I want
is to grow strong enough
to come with you,
to resist the way just with these wings
you teached me to build out of dreams and beats..
or if I can't..at least I wanna watch your flight back where you really belong

Ok, so you can call me your angel for real,
but only if i can call you mine,
and if we promise each other
to get together on the flight
She said and smiling cried..

2 years later she got her wings back as she died..
the last thing she asked me for
was to don't stop ,to get ready for this flight,
even alone..

and here I am 14 Years later
14 after she's gone-
And haven't stop trying to fly,
trying to save what she'd left for me
to honour what she has done for me..
trying to become a person like her,
to teach sometimes someone how to fly,
to hold on to my dreams
and ever look up in the sky,
like as hope to see her there -
like she's just gone a moment before.

I just hope she can see me down in here - and I hope she's smiling for what she sees

My left hands scratches the air looking for some kind of support
I can't get up, all my attempts end up the same way
In a lame complain of my human condition
the only thing I'm able to see is the strange shine of the coffin in my right side
the wood is swamping in my ribs
I'm not sure where I am, and... the way  I got here
is still fuzzy, faces, names, melodies...they're just little glimpses
and when my fingertips cross the surface of this place
willing to find way out of here...the memories of our old world haunt my mind,
do you remember me?
would you come back?
make it easy, drag the simple linings of the light inside you
all the poetry you brag about
your fake promises and the sweet essence of your steps
you teached me how to light a candle in the middle of the darkness
but, how I've come to forget it all?
You've forgotten
and it's an unfinished symphony
darkness is all I have now

The other night she had a dream
A vision vivid and supreme
A lucid dream upon a beam
That an Angel came to play

Although they only met that day
She knew instinctively their paths were crossed
A mutual truth on Hearts embossed
Where have you been 'til now: Lost

She's shut off because Love had cost
Unable to reach her Heart's fruition
Adding to the weight of her contrition
Dampening her Heart's ambition

She dwells deep in the superstition
That her intentions are poisonous, impure
And doesn't know what is hurting more
That she fixated when she adored

Or lost dignity when she implored
Hurling herself at an enchantment
Prisoner of passion's encampment
Destined to never find contentment

Her passion has no control, no government
But the Angel perceives her artful love
Singing for spectres that soar above
An image on which the mind can rove

The spirit is their treasure trove
A paradise and kingdom it is
A sanctuary, enveloped in bliss
Touched by Lover's kiss

No words, but glances, shared in tryst
An understanding nontheless reached
A yearning mind that wants to be teached
By Love, to alleviate that Heart ached

Her destiny and fate have been watched
But with Angel she wants to rebel
And stick her fingers up to hell
To fathom Love and in there dwell

Can think of nothing quite as swell
They traverse the wild, unchartered tracks
Find what their spirit lacks
For divinest bliss they have the knack

No more feeling beaten blue and black
Speechless with Love for Angel's soul
She is enchanted, enamoured, enthralled
The conspiracy her mind appalled

Felt as though her spirit felled
But the music of better way had knelled
And towards it she had, free, sailed
Heralding it in her music, a dream she hailed

Disgustingly full of selfhatred
I once again push a knife to my skin
Red pearls fall to the ground
They are filled with rage and pain
I can't remember a time before my fall
They cut my wings with silver blades
They teached me how to do it
So now I'm pulling feathers out of my skin
And wish no more

Coincides with first day of fall
and Autumnal equinox for said year,
where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August
Autumn Equinox 2023,
this seasonal polymath teached you
fall Equinox will be Saturday,
September 23, 2023, at 2:50 AM,
in Northern Hemisphere
Eastern Daylight Time,
which spoiler alert thy
learned wordsmith (courtesy Google),
when (Our Sun) Welles

(exemplary Citizen Kane)
crosses celestial equator
i.e. (imaginary line in sheltering sky
wherein pantheon of mankind Bowles
above Earth's Equator
from north to south),
a barley detectable
quiet rye hit
(*** on feel the noise)
moment occurs.

Eyesore fissured **** – wide,
stripping crust of planet vied
where survival of fittest futilely tried
to the max, viz (courtesy
badass beastie boys of **** sapiens)
exploited, offended, and violated
beholden hidebound sacred
contractually fragile important obligations
arranged marriage wedded  
civilization and its discontents to Mother Earth,
(more like shotgun wedding)

alarming, blaring, and clanging
sounding Doomsday Clock,
where ambivalence unheeded
trebling cleft noteworthy
wound, where hide rubbed raw
each betrothed nsync, didst guide
generic hominids shrugging indifference
resembling Atlas sized fountain head
scathing tragic misguided
exploitative testament writ large,

where precious resources exploited
**** sapiens railroading, snubbing,
and thumbing nose
despite flora and fauna espied
comprising onced vibrant edenic biosphere
(figuratively) asper dead
serious portentous desperate
global abuse decried
as feeble effort ignoring
inevitable demise doth decide

dismissively prophesying mocking
(burdensome), whence creator cried
resplendent raiment
adorned playfully chide,
sans whirled, wide webbed biota
adorn terra firmae analogous,
quadrants expectant wedded bride
named Gaia, when (dark and Stormy Dan
yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran
out for **** sapiens meaning...

salvation to late for human
fate i.e. as does wrecking,
(falling on deaf ears) plea
as Mother Nature dost allied;
this observer awestruck,
knitted brows, cuz field day, sans
grim reaper will
glory in field day
whar crisscrossed lovely bones
numb skulls pay fealty.

Festive gatherings of
apple cider and pumpkin pie,
a distinct golden jacketed
matted palette well nigh
paints arboreal swath, sans
quiet riot of brilliant
color, that doth belie
rampant terrestrial, unreal,
and venal degradation aye
temporarily turning a (third)
blind eye apathetically, blithely,
and conveniently shunting aside

empyrean découpage citadel
betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival
two oh fifty ante meridian
chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,
one humble human doth
bid summer and his squandered life adieu
courtesy handy dandy blue's clue
flora and fauna begin
to prepare for hibernation.

Onset of harvest time witnesses
courtesy sweat of one's brow
he/she doth reap (and feeling invigorated)
what they did sow.

Common type of implements utilized
when gathering in of crops
include small sickle, big sickle,
darat, gandasa and small axe et cetera.

The hand sickle is used to harvest crops
like wheat, maize, barley, pulses and grass etc.

Big sickle (Darat) used
to harvest fodder from trees
silent whoosh of sickle
signals harvest hew
and/or raking leaves,
which I eschew.

Already crisp cool mornings
sun kissed mine cheek
refreshing air wafts thru longish hair
trademark characteristic property
aging pencil neck geek
attends brief bathroom charge coffee
exotic brew jolted kidneys leak
***** not kidding water closet doth reek.

Especially third season upon us mortals
Montgomery county, Pennsylvania
said geographic real estate sloughs
(i.e. sheds) summer dog days
necessitating shuddered windows
disallowing natural aeration
to circulate thru unit B44
cozy one bedroom apartment.

I will stave off clicking on the heat,
as long as possible,
yet invariably come first frost
yours truly will renege
and surrender creature comfort,
albeit climate controlled temptation
similar when global warming
quite evident predicated upon
Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction.

Though ecology minded
quick acclimation to unseasonable
hot or cold temperatures
finds me adjusting thermostat dial
mainly to thwart palmar hyperhidrosis
regarding turning on air conditioning
during sweltering triple digit
(Fahrenheit) thermometer readings,
versus absent sweaty hands
courtesy old man winter arctic blast.

Ah... remembrance of wood burning
stove late papa lit,
to dispense chill pervading childhood home
324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"
within national (local registry)
when Leiper family initially occupied estate
at that time (think early twentieth century)
merely intended as summer getaway.

This time of year finds me
to reminisce and wax poetic
nostalgia more pronounced,
particularly as aspiring wordsmith
orbitz the sun seemingly
with greater rapidity
twelve months cycling at light speed
ruminating, punctuating equilibrium,
and narrating mortality

accentuated when flora and fauna
exhibit metaphorical raiment
presaging Mother Nature's fall fashion show
linkedin with approaching senescence
prompting generic garden variety **** sapien
to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.

Gentrification impossible mission
thus thy lovely bones will subsequently
become repurposed into  ashes
sprinkled hither and yon to and fro
across elysium fields
of happy hunting grounds.