"tranquill" poems
From the marshes I saw the death float apon the water.
No sound of sorrow did follow the gentle decay as it flowed to shore.
Money vs Nature the dollar for death.
The blood red sunset seemed a oil painting of
a nightmares sky.
As numbers matter more than souls.
History of these waters poisoned is are future.
Sluge does seep across the marsh.
Klling many in diffrent ways.
Generations trade erased to greed.
The politicians lies and to the helpless feeling.
In this moment we've lost all light.
Fires of hell.
visions of a oil painting of eternal night.
As apon the water I lived my life in tune with the sea.
As people sit in question.
Fools always looking to the next for answer.
As black does erase it's tranquill blue.
Fathers and sons bid farwell.
To the only life they ever knew.
For what more can you lose all is gone.
Thoose peaceful water's of mind.
Are but a reflection of natures soul.
**** the the land bastards of greed.
Nothing ever is enough.
Apon the bones broken to the very
marrow they feed.
A hand open and a mind closed.
The wind carries a message unherd.
As darkness overtakes the shore yet effects
far beyond it's reach.
When hope is lost to whom will you preach?
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 10:21 PM UTC
Tears transform a tranquill room
expose
a sleepless night
tumble
over speechless sounds
to misty-eye your sight
My eyes could shut and call this dream
slip back
through slumber's door
Though curious whys deflate serene
deplete
arouse
deplore
~
I search within your eyes
a light
mear spark
disperse of haze
My touch careses salted cheek
my thoughts
within your maze
A sudden hug
you cling to me
my heart surrounds you tight
You turn away
but snuggle close
You smile
and say
Goodnight ...
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
words flow like a river,
a current carries the melody,
that thought is greater than alexander,
stronger than an Ottoman warrior,
more simplistic than a blank picture,
and more tranquill than a baby walking for his first time,
what could it be the works of Leo,
the acts of God,
its frequency stays perfect Geometrical order,
you cannot see but like the wind the sound and feeling caresses you.....
what is it........
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
And one for all of us
Going to the mall with my mom seemed like a good thing then, got out of the train car at 10 till 10 I love her she’s my friend. And then they come the terrorists their smiles are inhumane, this is a trap it all and here we will not remain. Our panicked faces scream and shout some people try to run, but we get blinded, a beam above alas the golden sun! The light says “stay, stay where you are there is no use to run, come join hands no need to cry let our spirits I’ll be one. We see the clock it’s one till 10 we are Tranquill and calm, we all stare at the terrorists as a tear falls in once a palm. We look at them their faces changed it’s now a face of sadness, they seem to say forgive me world for causing all this badness. 10 seconds left we look around then I come up and say, “OK on three then start counting” and this is what we say. One for the earth so clean and pure! For families we love so strong! Three for me so free, happy! Two for you and me, and one for all of us. I hold my mom who I love so strong she kisses me on the cheek, but then the bombs start going off together like a fleet. The terrorists, touched by your words are all but swept away, the bombs are coming soon to us alive no one will stay. I look up and say “ I love you mom I’ll see you again sometime.” I love you too I can’t hear the rest the pain is coming up my spine the shards he I love you too I can’t hear the rest the pain is coming up my spine the shards bomb so Poisoned and sharp spit my flash around like mad, the last I see our mamas eyes her chest pouring with blood. Then suddenly I start flying in so I see you’re around everybody souls are again going all around. We fly up to the brightest star and look down at the earth the ground, farewell the world but it’s late now so you should get some sleep I rem poisoned and sharp spit my flash around like mad, the last I see our mamas eyes her chest pouring with blood. Then suddenly I start flying in so I see your round everybody souls are again going all around. We fly up to the brightest star and look down at the earth the ground, farewell the world but it’s late now so you should get some sleep, I will remember you in my heart you’re something I will keep.
And one for all of us ....
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
i cant keep up with all theses faces in my eyes. i cant keep up when all i want to rip my hair out and scream my lungs out.
all the papers in life you might as well just signe your soul away with out reading the following dangers. what would i say when i have finally snaped and went crazy.
my life is quiet and tranquill. but my mind is screaming in hell like i plane that has lost contole and is spiralling out of control.
i dont show any emotion but my mind is screaming from the new waves of hell that has unleashed a dark enity over me that will sufficat any one in its path..
every exam in my way makes me want to go insane and lose controll just being low means you cant rise but i cant keep up with the pase but theres nothing tat lies a head just a black obiss that never ends of hell.
my mind is breaking and all i want to is to tear apart any one whoe will slow me down.
i know i am crazy insane psychotic and thrill seeking.
all i kn0w is my mind is screaming with no regret so **** the rest im going to set this world on fire even if my mind is screming to make the point of your own demize.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
What ails you, o youthful soul ?
An indelible writ, some trecherous dole?
The delusion, that is fate's generous design;
Or, some disowned yearning, you repine?
There, in the depths of the unseen
Athwart the moist groves, lush and green
With mirth flows the meandering brook,
Glistening with myriad shades, forbear, look ...
Here is an ethereal solace bestowed,
Unbreached by woes, is this tranquill abode.
In this serene woods, unspoken and kind
Abounds, what you desperately seek to find;
A moment's succor, a touch of the divine...
And what grieves you, frail, senescent being
The gloomy dusk, past the bountiful spring?
Mayhaps, the meagre share of ill-spent time,
Some futile persuits, worth not a dime...
There in the glades, the pansies bloom,
Gleeful, sans a hint of imminent doom,
Come summer; when spring shall fade
Those gay petals shall wither, ashen and dead
And yet they bloom, though death is nigh
The unassailable fate; do they ruefully deny?
The wherefores of being, who can wholly discern?
Well, dust we were and to dust shall turn...
In earth and clay shall our being, to eternity sublime.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC