War
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The day dims,
The enemies relentlessly commit sins,
A pang of hope overtakes their senses,
Though the ground is engulfed in wretched souls and lifeless corpses,
What is life?
Is it nothing more than the endless search,
The search that finds you a purpose?
And what is a purpose,
‘Come.
’That is all the boy would say.
To get the foreigner's attention.
How awful it was.
That he knew no other word of communication.
Who said I was inside?
Oh! I wish IT wasn’t
Put IT up in a tree
Or on a clothing line
There in sultry Hampton
A percentage of me has to hell been consignedby the ever raging zionists' war machine.To each livid soldier, a mandate is assignedto uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Life is not a walk in the park
Not a nice park anyway
Yes, there are trees and flowers
And lovely sunsets too
But
Under the picture-perfect skies
The brutal game is on
Not a thing was fine
The world was unkind
John, Bobby and Martin
The forever Nam
And Uncle Sam
400,000 hippies trekked
Never before
In modernity
Had so many gathered
Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.
I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.
The sun is coming up on this brand new day, a new hope envelops me, like God’s own loving cocoon, how oh how is this possible? With so much death surrounding our very existence.
The world had changed.Nuclear war had seen to that.Two powers fightingAlana wanted to sayone was evil and the othergood…
But things weren’t so black and white.
I must stay quiet
I must stay still
To avoid the enemy's gaze
I must stay here
and wait in fear
In a dusty, bullet-filled haze
I have my knife
ready to fight
Eins
Zvei
Drei
I watch as bullets fly
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
The Bullets make bloody necks
Sieben
Acht
Neun
A body filled and dangerous line
Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
WARNING: this one is inspired by stories from victims of WW2 and the Holocaust, so it's a little gory.
We know freedom
Like the cockroach knows freedom:
Raw, trembling freedom.
Our brutish bullets' babble
Battered this cathedral,
Corroded ancient heavens
That dawned in its arching dome,
Crumbled blue-veined marble,
Shattered angels' sorrow,
As gods began to groan.
WarIs where
Nobody wins
And everybody sins
At the unbeautiful bar
War is hell on earth
Engulfed in robes of scarlet,
A child ascends the stair.
Another in a million follows,
Crimson crowns her hair.
Haití, Haití, Haití, la Tierra de los MártiresHaití, Haití, la Tierra de los Primeros Libertadores
I see things in silk screens
Bearing witness to a haunting scene
Fetch the
Force
Distraction of horror
The Holy Ghost lurks in vindication
shadows hold spirits more true
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Martyrs
Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Great SlavesHaiti, Haiti, the Land of Ancient BravesThe Oasis that the evil monsters want to betray.
I have seen the tortured minds of my generation rise out of the ashes of insanity naked in new birthborn of one-night stands to fathers angry at street-level poverty looking for another damned fix
Broken promises, tolerance,
Mixed emotions, stirring anger,
Passionate love driven by force...
Love- taken by force!
Where does the future lie?i’m afraid someday the future will die.why does the future lieto the race of humanitywho will eventually kill it?
Frozen to the bone, they could but wait.
Five thousand men, knowing not their fate.
At 4.45 before the dawn, all heard the dreaded whistles shrill.
"1000 yards" they said, "Just a stroll up the hill."
When you send the boys into battle,
Send them if you must.
But before you make them go there,
Make sure the reasons are just.
If you think there are reasons for going,
Now It’s... “ Food For The Mind “...
That DEFINES How My Rhymes...
Are Compiled And Designed...
And They’re Words For The WISE ...
For Those Who Take Time To ABSORB What They Find...
Ya Know It Truly Is... INCREDIBLE... !!!
The Effect of Seeing A FlexibLe Woman Who Is... SEXUAL... !!!
By This I Mean She's Credible Cos' Her Mind's BEYOND A Vegetable...
With A Bod' That's Far From Spherical........ !!!
Well a lifetime slipped right on by
Underneath my wing
In the space between youth and it's timeless lies
A lifetime found its way ahead of me
One more time
I thought i'd outrun it
"YOU COULD DO BETTER EXPLORE MORE"
You know
you can do
better.
Explore more!
You
are
limitless,
unstoppable
and
unlimited.
Looking for Answers
And denying events
This journey portends
So, it begins;
This mixture of love and fear
The tireless industry of culture and sin
Sex scandals and race riots
Out among the disappeared
Light seems illegal and deviant
Eerie and mysteriously still
--
The flat-line of desires,
The ghost of the former existence
Blurred away heat-seeking focus
--
The Countless names of war being spoken KIA,
The Countless faces of fear as they washed up on the beach that day,
They could not leave fore they were at sea, it was a sea that no one wished to be in,
Folks It Is A ... " Fine Line " ... !!!
That CLEARLY DEFINES ...
The Road That I Walk With Words That I Rhyme ...
Cos' Words That I Talk May See Me In Court ... !!!
WITHOUT Sean Or ... " Just Cause " ... !!!
that which produce vibrant laughs
from children’s mouths at play
so nice and sweet to hear
so near somewhere
while guns and bullets
raucously firing victims
somewhere so near
in the war fields.
You May Be Good With LAND... ?
But That DOESN’T Mean...
That You’re Good With MAN...
Or INDEED... WOMAN... !!!
Or INDEED Of Course...
With... Your Children... !!!
YES ... I Declare WAR ... !!!!!
On Those Whose Cause Is YAPPING Jaws ... !!!
YAPPING This And... YAPPING That ... !?!
In that moment, her eyes reminded me of the ocean
So full of life, and twinkling a light blue
So I couldn’t bring myself to disagree
With her youthful excitement at the prospect of joining the USAF.
The wars my eyes have seen
The bullets emerge from your mouth as you spit and speak
Don't shoot,
I beg
Please surrender
This battle is killing me
The time of prosperity is near
to a world that's troubled
filled with hate and rage
satan is painting the art of war
where people are not saying thank you for allowing them to pass by when crossing the street
Goodbye to my home
Goodbye to my land
Find the rebellion
Hide from the rising sun
Hide from the falling snow
Try to forget
......... " The Corona Wars " ..........
Have Become A Force And That's For SURE ... !!!
From Various Shores To People Indoors ...
They’re Being Waged All Over The Place ... !!!
I will weep for you
as a willow kisses the ground
I will hold your hand
as I lift the weight of your shoulder
Hear my shallow breath
count to 10
leave your bags
At War or At Peace Strong Roses Bloom
Through Love and Through Hate By AM King
At war or at peace strong hedge roses bloom.
They spill their brambles over the rock wall.
They climb to frame the open entrance hall.
I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and dancing and ridding my horse,
Countless ideologies arise
allies axis
accord not in sight
world combats
queen and eagle
is the weapon
that beats back the boche
I'm Junubi,
A land of black origin with stories to tell
A land with blessings and curses as well
Junubi is a mother that nurture with passionate tenderness
But who cares much on political awareness
She twirls
Hair in the air
Sun gleaming down
Unaware of the
War around her
Hate
Fighting
Violence
Me, a ruined being in agony
A traumatized lad with scares all over
Is me that the world treated so unfairly
And who sought refuge within my home town
I can smell it in the air. I can feel it in my bones
There’s death everywhere, it’s sitting on the thrones
It’s watching, it’s waiting for you to come near
This is a war i cannot win.
I cannot hear myself, above the din.
But really,
it's all just within.
Gather round me brothers.
Look, you out in space.
Behold the tiny, blue- green world
that bred the human race.
While you are peacefully sleeping,
There are people in this world,
SCREAMING
YELLING,
CALLING,
Out for help,
While eating a luscious meal,
People are tortured, starved, hurt,
P
T
S
D
How long have I been doing this for, I got PTSD from the many years lost at war
On top of that I buried my skeletons under the bathroom floor
My mom says we have to leave our home to a new special places for Jews like us. I don't really understand what she means. We only get to bring a few things but strange men are yelling at us to hurry up. I decide to bring my giraffe.
Little one, tire no more
Sing the song of war
Command the hounds at your feet
Soft eyes, cry and cry
The world is on fire and flooding as well,
The most powerful country is going to hell
The princess and prince have stepped down from royalty
And rights are debated as if we aren’t dying
Sunset fades slowly from the sky.
Massive blocks of polished stone
list the nation's slain.
"The Wall" looms stark and grim.
An apologetic monument
to men who died; in vain?
These Days It Seems Weapons Are Seen ...
NOT JUST On Screens But Now In Streets ...
Murders Here ... Murders There ... !!!
These Days It's CLEAR They FILL Nightmares ... !!!!!
The cannon flashes,
the men beside hunker down.
Their lives before them.
All eighteen and unaware
of the weight the cannon holds.
It's Hard TO FIND Some ... " Peace of Mind " ... !!!
When What Surrounds Makes You Feel Down ... !!!
MANY Now Try ... Good Old Coc' Lines ... !!!
To Ease Their Minds In PRESSURED Times ... !!!
Do you feel alright?Have you had enough?I can't help but think aboutThe way I'm feeling stuck.I really wanna tryTo make you feel alright.Should I have another drink?I've had enough tonight.I know you wantTo feel a certain way.I wanna make you unde
Upon the shores she stood,
Eyes searching the deep sea
And landing on a piece of driftwood
That bobbed where she thought dear uncle may be
A Report I've Read Today ...
Has Left Me Feeling Quite AMAZED ... !!!!!
It's HARD These Days To Fight ... " The Good fight " ... !!!
When So MANY Things Are Kept From ... "Sight" ... !!!!!
He says,
We will wax this wood,
And Green Grass will Grow,
And all will be amazed;
They will be saved!
Poor Tony Blair His Job's Been A STRESS ... !!!
Well That's A Shame ... !!!
If He Wants Sympathy For Stress He Feels ...
He's NOT Just STRESSED He's Going INSANE ... !!!
What do we do When war wages wild In our own homes Ten times over And the time to fight Grows ever near? Do we wait Here in secrecy In the dark, dreary, cold And pathetically distant Land we call our own? Or do we “begin To solve the problem”?
The world has become harsh and cruel today
No sorry or thank you or please or good day!
Somewhere right now, women are crying
They're crying because their children are dying.
There's barbed wire wrapped,
Around my soul.
Like puppet strings,
That others pull.
I march to the beat,
Of my family's drum.
And fear for my sanity,
Which I know is gone.
This ... Disrespect Thing ...
IS ... OUT OF CONTROL ... !!!
From Work To Street Corners ...
To ... Most Peoples' Homes ... !!!
My Poetry Roams .............................
Just Like Mobile Phones ...
War is what people think of when looking over a battle field
Flowers wilted
Sky Grey
Bodies littering the ground
Like paper
Thrown out and forgotten
Waiting to decay
Peace WON'T Come
Without ... EQUALITY ... !!!
YES You and Me !
Peace comes from balance
look at scales and see !
NOT Electric Scales
Don't be a Dummy !!!
Wrathful winds full of rage,
Blowing away,
Smashing to pieces,
The world of ordinary folk.
If you were there?
When out of sheer innocence,
They unlocked the doors to their hearts,
Friday morning,
Birds singing like immortality,
Cold breeze playing the chorus,
Freshwaters dancing in the stream,
Branches of the mighty walnut tree,
Fluttering on the windows,
Shells flying through tranquil sectors,Men falling like uprooted trees,Bullets shrieking their names,Irrespective of beliefs or nationality.
A long time ago, war was small. War was local, contained. Ares, then the god of war, led the world to fight itself, ingrained hatred in all of humanity.
Listen up,
I don't care.
What anyone says.
Got a hole in my heart
And a hole in my head.
You can't convince me,
That you meant what you said.
When you spoke so softly,
By my hospital bed.
Bye-bye baby
Watch my armor glow.
I've got a war to start.
What, you didn't know?
I'm a loki's child.
Got mischief in my veins.
You might play at tag.
But war's a harder game.
Any fleeting semblance of reason was lost
when the humans hid in isolation beneath the earth.
A global putrefaction followed by lawless flames,
the few who lived are those that ran,
forgetful of their past lives.
You know it
seems that through life
Propaganda and Lies
are fed by those guys
who wear corporate ties
So ... DON'T be surprised
if your life seems contrived
My heads racing,
My hearts pounding,
I got nobody in my corner,
I got nobody in my corner,
My back’s against the wall,
When they announced a great war
That seemed to be the end
Pack your bags—
Start the draft—
Pray a last time…
Eons, millenia,
So we marched,
With banners high, and spears below,
To bring new lands into the fold.
The king commands and we must heed,
To quench his neverending greed.
Let me tell you the story
Of a myth not known for glory,
Of an idea that has been forgotten
And replaced with something rotten.
It used to carry daisies
Weeds that would tickle my upper thigh
Children counted down from ten
To play hide-and-go-seek
In those tall forest-like weeds
Muoi,chiah,tam
Deborah Sampson, you have a courage
That we look at now with admiration
I would have done the same
If they won't let us fight as ourselves
We will fight as them
I think it would have been glory
Before this pyre we stand my son,
Within this hallowed shrine.
Gods, let the flames be seen throughout
Hispania one last time.
The world is wary.
Soon you will almost certainly
face reality-
angry accusations
and responsibility to choke on.
Already the evidence
is a slam dunk, and
bitter words make for little
Icarus a boy young and bold
This pilot's story told
Brave and true he flew
Straight through
Blood and fright
of flight or fight
But he flew too high
the enemy's guns blazed true
Icarus a boy young and bold
This pilot's story told
Brave and true he flew
Straight through
Blood and fright
of flight or fight
But he flew too high
the enemy's guns blazed true
In our world .. .. ..
If you keep in touch with it,
you can feel others bleed.
You can see what they see.
It’s not make believe
Wake up in the mornin'.
Suddenly, I'm in a dream.
Everything looks so real.
What could this mean?
I get up, look around.
My face turns into a frown.
My heart starts racing.
Love is not a battleLove is a warThrough heartache and heartbreakYou need to pick yourself up off the floorYou may lose so battlesYou may break so heartBut you must keep on fighting
The sunrises but it cannot be seen
the grey in the sky
and the smoke in the air
She knows its time to say goodbye
she holds his hand tightly
he shakes to let her go
she relases his hand
I look out into the world and wonder, what the hell happened. I used to live inside a lego house, but now the bricks are melting like a pool of plastic memories.
When I was a child I used to wonder why the veterans in town didn’t like the fireworks on the 4th of July. I thought that’s what they fought for, the freedom to make things go boom.
I do not care for violence
Yes, you heard me right
But if you hurt a friend of mine
Then get ready for a fight
I was raised on stones and firewood
With hot coals beneath my feet
These heavy hearted warriors
With medals on their wrists
These sadness stricken gladiators
The world can not resist.
They fight their daily battles
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father.
“Give me five good reasons to negotiate.”
I said: “Nicholas and Thomas,
Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father.
“Give me five good reasons to negotiate.”
I said: “Nicholas and Thomas,
Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”
Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969
but really though
Like a nation at war we are tied
What a conceptual terror that is
Like a world at peace we are bound
we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood.
we are given infinite supply of:
laughter.
gifts.
smiles.
once the glasses break we are exposed to reality.
infinite supply of:
hatred.
I sat like a pigeon with a brain,
Curiously wondering about visuals that retain,
I spoke no words nor committed deeds;
It was all meaningless,
Blackened walls
Shattered halls
Broken floors
Unending wars
This is home and there's no atune
The world is at its end,
A primal war has begun.
Mother Nature’s children are fighting
To see who’s the strongest one.
Who will win this war?
SheI wake up in my queen bed that i have all to myselfShe wakes up on a twin sized cot with a brother on each sideI trudge to the kitchen already complaining about the assortment of cereals my m
(slam poem, meant to be performed out loud)
Too often, their eyes glaze over.
Mine did too, before, before I stood in front of the burning bush and begged God to reconsider.
07/20/1945
I could not see the sun setting over the sea
as my windowless cage of armor raced over Bornean sands,
but I knew as I loaded my Colt’s magazine with bullets
and counted down the miles to the jungle
Scream and angers came into my life
Run as fast as you can to survive
Blurred vision and smoke in the sky
There is nothing I can do but cry
The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
Scream and angers came into my life
Run as fast as you can to survive
Blurred vision and smoke in the sky
There is nothing I can do but cry
The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
We grew up differently
We grew up like no one else
Our childhoods were defined by fear
They were defined by terror
We grew up knowing nothing but violence
reach for your ID but be careful not to get gunned down.
these streets are feeling like syria now.
misinformed gunplay and guns spray in the area.
people being divided because they don’t meet the white mans criteria.
.
In the ocean of stillness,
Is a fragment of truth,
That injures the central,
And reigns the cardiac.
.
War in silence,
Peace is ephemeral,
Of a solo memory,
With an extreme feeling.
someone scream
when the night falls
for me
in the West
and for you In The East
at the moment we both blink
for when we rush
through our safe doors
and plunge into stardust
What makes us human?
It's not our nationality,
Not our ethnicity,
Not our complexion,
Nor occupation, social stature,
Age, gender, religion, body size, hair texture, nor the colour of our eyes.
But
In a world where words are the strongest weaponry,
Where syllables can tumble down with the power of a tsunami,
Drowning is often easier than it should be.
Each word a piercing bullet with a fatal shot,
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes agoWhen life was free for every one of us, both young and oldWhen hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival techniqueAnd death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic
You wouldn’t want to know,
What happened that night.
The fires had come and gone,
Burning all the forests down.
Landslides in the hills and mountains,
A tsunami that had come from the ocean.
An almost beautiful death...
Misunderstood friend
was uplifted like missiles.
The unexpected gameplay...
Uncompromised evil;
Angles of vision ere skewed.
O' un-salvaged rectitude...
Your eagle stands proud,
Crowing over these brown rubies sprawled.
But my boy's in a shroud
Everyone has bowed,
Neglecting their duties while their wounds remained raw.
Your eagle stands proud.
There's been ample bloodshed,
There's been plenty of death.
They've had enough pillage,
They've had enough breath.
They've taken my childhood,
One I didn't get the chance to know.
Anxiety stirs my stomach like a lost ship at sea.
I have no control
which way the wind is blowing.
I'm alone.
You were mean it was kind.
I'd trade all my dollars
to plant flowers and trees
in a world where money
has become a disease.
I
In angry lines they crawl along the road
The blood and sweat drenching their worn soles,
Their barracks built with bullet holes
Now walk the soiled highways home
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy
The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy
Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
Do you know how scary it really isTo see a child begging for a mother’s kissBut you don't have the guts to tell him the newsHe'll never get it all be
When I was little
I was the most antisocial butterfly.
Poetry helped me express myself.
My greatest weakness is but one
I don't like seeing people hurting, you see
So I will do my best to make people smile.
A few decades ago, there existed Die Wunderbare Republik,
Everyone lived peacefully and no problems came about,
Everything was perfect, symmetrical, and organized.
The fields bloody,
The corpses unmoving,
Hope shattered,
Pain as if blooming..
Is this what’s left?
There is a stillness. A sense of calm as one takes steps through these grounds. A soft, pitter-patter of steps against soil that resonate with the steps taken by those that came before.
Iram, Lost Iram
Lost, alone, and wandered scars
Scrutinizing time
Thunders rise and soon take flight
Tinted skies with essence sighs
With golden locks of lace
I waltz around this town
This is no modern palace
This is my old home town
The people pass me by
And whisper to themselves
Am I the man that used to cry
To presidents and leaders
I give this poem life
In hopes that you would read it
And end all of these fights
Our continents are fading
as our families fall apart
I ask that you find wisdom
They hunt us down like cattle
Beseech our brittle bones
But this is just the battle
Our war is still at home
My family is in danger
And I haven’t heard a word
I’m seated next to strangers
i am deep in a forest;
disoriented.
my vision blurs with tears,
my legs buckle and I crawl
hands and knees,
through mud and thickets,
my skin shredded by thorns,
sweat running down my back.
The King of Ash
I am the King of Ash,
And the King of Ash is me.
All around,
The scorched ground,
Tells of awful travesty.
Embers crackle underfoot,
I was taught to free my mind
I was taught to leave my pain behind
I was taught to travel to a different time
Without ever leaving my room behind
I was taught to be free
In which it helped with my anxiety
Two months gone and the students gone –
Douglas, I only repeat what you were saying,
Or was it combatants? As Britten, a la Owen, would contest,
A baritone and a tenor locked in mortal combat,
My heart is heavy.
It is a bomb planted inside me,
Ready to explode within the walls of my chest.
My chest is tight.
My lungs fail me.
Home...
It was a typical
day. The same people
taking their daily walks and the
same children playing. Their smiles
precious, but unfortunately temporary.
Who told you it was over ?
I'm in peace but can't stay sober
When we meet , you greet the makeover
How was the 300 day sleepover?
Not so glad you asked,
covered ass,burning trash
My peers was in class
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become.
People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
Handfuls of hair tugged tight,Kids crying out in fright,Do they know this is why people cry at night?People thinking they are always in the right,
Wake up!
Can you see?
They're falling down on their knees,
Lying on the ground with blood falling down their cheeks.
Listen up!
Are you deaf?
From a distance, you can hear them.
I enlisted when I was a boy, for I saw no open doors,
Through fear of bombs, of going wrong, I stepped into the war,
In 1917 I joined, I strolled into the trenches ad mud,
I would not Stop For Freedom.
But it proudly fought for me.
Through the fields of foreign lands,
And across the raging seas.
In the valley of uncharted territory.
Or the land just beneath our feet.
men cry of victory;
though comrades have died.
Heaven watches in horror;
while children die by the knife.
thousands are dying;
and husband kills wife.
i fell to my knees;
Who is the victor when both sides had suffered casualties? Death looms the streets/and the ground is full with bodies that were far too young.
Bodies that were too small to carry a M16 are now covered in dirt never again to be seen.
I’m an ambitious man.
A tool of destiny, a puppet of fate,
transcending all of humanity.
Cunning and charismatic, I seek
She screamed down from the heavens with the power of god beneath her wings“I will fear no evil, for God is with meI will fear no danger, for God is with me
Chin up soldier
For love is war
Because our hearts and mind can not align
Is this what we need?
Love is war
We battle our masters
with laughter that shatters
the perception of contrasting stature.
A giggle is a stave through the heart of catastrouphy.
But we hide behined tears,
The Sun’s light dapples through broken bark,
Its golden proclamations settling upon the dark.
The Earth’s vibrations tickle no toes;
thorns of a rose
look
what can you see?
these men shooting at me
and us shooting at them
on both sides we are dying
oh look, i’m shot at
i’m bleeding and calling
for my mommy
lying on my side
dear mindless zombies
also known as society
why do we not learn?
from our history
following through the commands
blindly
because of the sly speeches
in germany in 1993
till today
Patchwork stitching stars in the sky:
Blue, green, indigo, violet.
Thread is scarce so you have to use mine.
I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another
Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother.
And so the shot went off,
The ringing in my head
When will this nightmare stop?
My friends, all left for dead
We live here in the earth,
deep in soil, blood
red in clay and skin cresting
the sky,
we inhale.
We are young;
Face coated in oil
and litter,
fumes halo our head
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities,
Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity,
They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty,
But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
It’s just a silly little game;
Like chess.
We’ll move, then they’ll move.
We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue.
The last pawn will eventually fall.
January 29, 2018
Dear all those who love me,
It sits there menacingly, waiting
It’s come back around, and it’s ready for a fight
I’ve prepared my armor…my guns
Face flat - cold cement
Strings that hold - strings that break
All the things that you said-
Meaningless.
Yet.We defy. Nature. The odds. Authority.
We fly. We soar. We breathe. We die.
I stumbled upon the leaves
wires just underneath
meant for me
tied to the mine indeed.
He watched me the whole time
I've risen up from the bottom
I’ve free fallen from the top
I'm down to earth
But the free fall never stopped
I was eventually battered by the waves
Dear World Leaders,
The pulse of the sun beat mercilessly.Thrumming against parched skinAnd holding hostage tufts of airStifled in their bosoms.
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours.
They said you fought a fight you didn't start.
They said you fought hard not to fight
Moonlight streaked
Through the rocket smoke
Like blood rinsed through
A butcher shop drain.
And just like that
They silence the disposable
For we are merely a resource for warmongers.
All around
Dear Mr. Trump,
The art of the deal? Well I can see the appeal.
But the things that you spout- I can't beleive that they're real.
It's like being first in mario kart, and then slipping on a peel.
We got the fire
From dusk till dawn
Ours is such that
Can change the world
We have the fire
And we burn forever
As long as we are together
Dilemmas are a thing of the past.
He strips He strips me naked Strips my filmy pink Strips me in the daylight Strips my skin And cutInto two Three Four 56And wipe the tears Knife sharpened the tongue.
Pure white blankets the city
Egg shells waiting to be walked on
Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
Roman march on the world
By A.R.T
They come from the boot of the world
Clad in iron and mail bearing the sigil of the wolf
Once sacred bodies thrown promiscuosly about,
Angels and Demons reside within the same house.
Here lies a soldier,
Here lies a clown.
One missing its arms,
One missing its frown.
Here lies a Princess,
Tell me about the time
Where the moon was the only light that earth needed
To guide it’s nocturnal creatures,
Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices
To color the sky;
Among the leaves
Blows a somber breeze
Alone and silent
The moon glows with a vacant stare
Into the fallen trees
Salient and precarious, sunken into the trail
Dear World,
I made a choice, I chose a chance
A chance for freedom
freedom for all
For immigrants, for natives
For love, no hatred.
Hatred is a weapon
A weapon I will not use.
Hear Me Earth
Your actions have
Consequences
Hear Me Earth
Appendages ripping at one
Another
I sing of oppression
Hate
and war.
I cry out in depression
Fear
and shame
I dream of a day
when we can fly away
He can only see what he remembersHe can only rememberThat which he wishes to forget
I was standing in a river gently flowing, the fish were nibbling my toes right below me. The breeze on my face was so soothing, it felt as if I had nothing worth proving. The singing of birds was music to my ears, draining my sorrow and relinqui
The horn calls
The sky falls
The wind blows
With the sun aglow
The soldiers toiled in their plight
The bird on the trees took head and took flight
Violence for ages, sun up till sundown
Blood shed of thousands just for millions.
The torturous battle cry of machinery.
The weeping calls of the beloved in one's ear.
This is war.
Can you hear me now?
As I call out into the silence
shattering the illusion of peace
only to refill the space with
the weeping of the mourning,
and groaning of the dead,
the screaming of the innocent
Hands placed on a unclean slate. Clans faced off and deaths happening at a unreal rate.Bodies lay quietly upon the ground, shoddy warn down knives all around.
When sons no longer raise swords against their father.
Who can stand?
When truth arises out of her well.
Who can stand?
When the downtrodden are lifted.
Who can stand?
When the huddled masses embrace.
I wish to paint your carcass black,
Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had.
I wish to tear you limb from limb,
Use my anger
To show you the pain I'm in.
The bruises and scars I received for sixteen years define me. I am broken and damaged almost beyond repair, my hopeful heart was shattered into a million pieces.
You are the ones,
Who defend.
You are the ones,
Who protect.
Be honored,
Young or old.
No matter what war,
For you, we respect.
The Chinese flag, deserted on the ground,
Bodies littered, blood seeping into the earth,
And with no innocent life to be found,
Lay the cities, without a single warm hearth,
Every single human being knows this art
Every since we picked up a weapon and fought
There is always a victor who fought for what he wanted
"Once upon a time..."
The land is dark, the moon is bright.
One love, one hope, one heart.
They join hands; black, white, yellow, green
And pray for restoration of Earth.
The Princess and the Peace
By Sophia de Castro
Once upon a time,
There was a princess
Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully,
Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent,
You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
I.
Heavens flicker and take fire.
The Earth takes its final breath
Trembling, Stained, Defiled.
Dreams gained with certain loss
Dear Babe
Confidentially, I'm tired
19 years old
Damn country
Fight for and die if need be
This is War,
They said as they dropped drones onto villages and killed grandma who was picking vegetables from her garden,
This is War,
Sleeping Beauty slept her life away.
Dreaming of a day where she could just go away
Eternally.
Finally awoke after a long needed slumber.
United in our hatred
The presedent seems tasteless
We want a better future
Don't want to be complacent
But the world seems to be burning
Every day is concerning
The War around the corner
This world is inhibited with cruelty and vengeance
Where they gather today to reside the reminiscence.
We are our own oblivion, shattering ourselves with the knowledge of nothingness.
Death awaits-
Dear feminists.
I'm sorry for your losses, you tried hard.
But despite all your efforts to rule the world,
you are still a slave.
Just like me.
Every black man, white man, and woman of every race.
People should listen to Auden,
He had it right.
Children play in fields of red poppies,
Not knowing when they'll see the light.
Keith was effective until
We became accustomed to death.
I hold the gun in my handsits pointed towards innocenceI can't control my thoughtswhen and why did it come to this?
A long voyage to undertake embarks
Sailing ships through waters tumble and rough
Veiled mystique takes hold of shipmen’s hearts
Arrows try to end the war before it starts
The trumpets of remembrance call to me
from their deep and dark slumber,
they arise,
calling out to anyone
who cares to hear
their lonely desperate song
falling upon deaf ears,
The soft whisper of a butterfly wing
And the hushed conversation of the rustling grass
Call me to the garden swing,
Where I can reminisce about my past.
I watch the evening sky transform
my body might not be strong enough to be a shield
but my mind is undeniably a sword
my voice summons me to the forefront
and the world is my battlefield—
This war we're fighting is more important than we know,
It more than simply being 'rebels' or 'feeling the flow'
It's about making a world filled with hope.
It's more than words on page,
Than going through a phase,
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.
Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny
Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.
Flowers made for war.
A bullet for my sweetheart.
I do kind things,
These wonderful sweet things,
But I want to see you bleed.
Arousal from your torment,
And a smile for your pain.
Love. Thats it. The answer, the way.
If only everyone thought that today.
If only love was at the frontlines of war,
There would be peace, and violence no more.
If only love was the greater message.
Twenty one point three.
Twenty one point three million.
Twenty one point three million refugees
Half of which aren’t even eighteen,
Forced from home simply because,
My dear little flower,
Bloom, keep on blooming,
And never stop.
For the rain will flood.
For the wind will break.
For the earth will crumble.
For the clouds will darken.
For the fire will burn.
Why? Why do we hope for peace when people die and people bleed?
Why? Why even mention the word when people continue to let this more forward?
Why let this happen? Why let them die?
Why start a war with guy against guy?
Join and fight, join to die.
Join to paint, a blood-red sky.
The artists are the infantry,
The archers black a sky to see,
The flames, the art, Troy to dust
While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
Man made of fire,
Passion to fight.
Arrow through his heart,
Yet he refuses to die.
As stubborn as the light in his eyes
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
A dangerously beautiful display
Of wild devotion and the will to act
Has moved the souls of tiny men today
To change the world, to make a Faustian pact:
They paid for freedom, each their own, it seems,
drowning in blood
thicker than mud
spilling out pain
nothing to gain
It’s starting to rain
no place is left dry
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
At 7:30
Every morning,
In robotic voices,
We pledge our loyalty to our country.
Are our voices robotic
Because of repetition?
We left our hearts
to live in our heads.
It was supposed to get easier
but compassion is dead.
Driven by money
and heavy with pain;
The blood on the ground
runs in each of our veins.
My America is red;
Cherry lemonade by the side of a pool
In the summer of my childhood
Lips stained with sugary popsicles and fresh watermelon.
It is red like Coca Cola;
The kind from glass bottles
Oh say can’t you see Ms. Liberty?
You should be bending down on your knees,
bending over backwards,
Begging Please
Begging that your babies stop being shot in the streets
If the colors stay true
America will roll through
Through thick and thin
America has been
On gloomy nights
and disastrous mornings
we challenged evil
and fought mischief when we could
Free, free, free
They all want to be
But what is the cost?
We bleed red, white and blue, but crimson runs the thickest and disppears in one swig
Death by hunger, death by war, death by the pig
from the steps of lewis and clark
to the marches of those fighting
war of 1812,
mexican american 1846
civil war 1861
the boats of immigrants wanting better life
“Oh say! can you see
By the dawn’s early light.”
A land of inequities,
And people cowering in fright.
Masses of refugees
Come home to this sight.
Guns don't help American society.
Need Less bomds, less guns, more aid.
Soical plans only help America.
Rising and falling
History on repeat
Bombs and endless wars
We all must always compete
Fighting to the death
Living to the brink
Fathers holding guns
Mothers burying sons
Ode to the State
Ode to the love
and to the hate
Ode to the world
that we make
To the skies of gray
From then to today
the flag that stood so tall in the sky, held by the weight of more than just the soldiers that grasped it
the soldiers that fought so hard, so much
As I sat in my chair one evening fair, with my family sitting there without a care.
I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare my right to heir.
My family heard it too, what to do? is this a demon come for you?
It started in football, the first time you were noticed.
“Number 64 is pretty good!” people said in the sidelines.
I would smile because I knew that.
We raise the best soldiers
And make the biggest bombs
We carry their caskets on our shoulders
While we continue the war on Islam
But it provides income for stockholders
So the Government tells us to stay calm
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
It’s time to stop chasing the money, cars, clothes and society’s materialistic goals.
There is no stability in those nor Kim’s big fat homes.
Why not within your means?
Then you will see there’s more to be Than on TV.
"Make America Great Again!" It's the slogan we all hear.
"Americans are full of hate!" from the mouths of people that live here.
Many years of suffering and depression. And all for what?
Father and daughter
Mother and son
Torn at the dining room table
Food and words flying about sPewed in every direction with no true target
The streets are littered with insults and hate
About half past noon,
Before I
Climbed through that
Door of your's,
Events beyond our control
Forced their way through
Gateways to other
Homelands.
I sat,
Just waiting,
The sad part is how easy it would be
to just give it all up.
To forget the work
to forget the dream
the sweat
the blood
the tears.
It is a matter of will they say
I sit here alone in the dark
staring out the window
counting fading stars
waiting.
Waiting for dreams that will never come true
Waitig for promises to be pursued
A walk through Washington D.C. would be incomplete
Without a stop at a trickling fountain -
The object of a thousand dreams
And pennies flicked up high,
Like the work of our forefathers
American War
The ruins of war has a disgusting face
It grows more horrendous at a steady pace
Putting the guns down will not help in this case
Because this war, is the war of race
Remember, Remember how America was great although there was terror
Remember the Roosevelts and Honest Abe, what they contributed and oh, how they were aware
Question one.
How did Nazi Germany rise to power?
A) Religion
B) Scapegoating
C) Nationalism
D) All of the above.
This country is united but not under God,
you're blind if you think this country isnt flawed.
We have troops dying left and right, people dont say a word,
People dont see the real picture, the real picture is blurred.
I felt the moist air Kiss my cheek As all of my limbs Grew so very weak
Looking around Watching flowers die In the meadow Where I lie
America flies, but we need to soar.
We strive for higher, but pull ourselves down.
We look to the left; we look to the right,
When the answer is meet in the middle.
Faces facing forward,
Focus Fixated on the Flag.
God Bless America,
Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.
Hand over Heart,
Hand over Ears,
over Eyes,
Die for your country
it's your duty kid
no?
communist.
are you not ready to die
are you not willing to kill
it's the american way
cut your hair before you go
tired soldiers
giving up?
it's not over
so keep your chin up
breath deeply;
calm yourself
it's not always easy
make this one count
find peace;
no matter how fleeting
cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart. those ruins and picture framescoated with ash
Everyday I fight a war.
I get up without the guarantee of seeing you.
I go to school without you to make it bearable.
I smile without you to make it real.
I laugh without you to make it full.
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
Is the head of the spear to blame for the stab? is the shaft of the arrow not hollow; but full of dread? Is the sword of a warrior not as blood thirsty as it's master? is the stone the fault of the sling or the caster? a battle axe, though anc
Live We Breath
i Wont Live
Everything is crazy and we're not dead yet.
Sitting on trash as our polluted sun sets.
breath is rare and skin is dim...
oh, what will we do when our water runs thin?
I see a future. But the future is not of me. The future is of others whose lives I see as they go by
I am a part of Generation Z and amending society
I wonder what waits for me after this inaguration
I hear voices in protest and anger
War is hell.
People die, gasping for breath,
Struggling to survive,
The things they carried on their backs weigh them down like chains,
Drowning them.
They drown in regret,
They drown in sorrow,
We fight to win we fight to win
We close our eyes
We stop our ears
We shout to shout
Not to convince or tell a truth
We fight to win we fight to win
In this lifeHesitation, anger, worryIn this lifeFear, confusion, warIn this lifeThese regrets run wildDestroying everythingIn this lifeThere are things called dreamsIn this life
I once was able to breathe
To see the world
To go outside and smile
Now I pray to stop
To close my eyes
And stay in my room and suffer
The healing is slow
But I try
Mother you promised me
With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between
You promised we would be free
Every day I wake up wanting to flee
With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
Why do I feel distressed?
For my opulence,
Luxury or success.
Look, I did nothing wrong
I was born,
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak
My eyes will open
And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
And the war rages on…
The men line the field, standing as straight as a tree
They stretch, on forever, as far as the eye can see.
They wiped me off every night after going out to fight.
To clean off the dry blood from a 30-year old.
Or maybe he was 15.
They all start to look the same after a while.
They wiped and wiped as hard as they could,
When the music hits my ears I think of time with you
When the words reach me from the page I smile at the thoughts
When the pictures of the past stare at me I can’t help but love
The world anticipates the new year
to forget what has gone past
but in 2016 we had many firsts
and certainly many lasts
Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
The dust settled,
The battle was over,
I had won the war.
Hundreds of corpses lay on the ground,
Blood ran in rivers,
But I had won the war.
Gun smoke hung in the air,
What has become of this wretched world?
Spiteful jealously, countless wars,
Muderous hate killing innocent love
Many crimes taken out by two-faced criminals
The world, driven to destruction and chaos
there's been another tragedy, tragedy
It's happened on the news, it's happened on social media, but people have refused
have refused to help, have refused to believe, that things are happening and it's not meant to be,
You hang around the living room
And lay around the bedroom.
And you run through small, tiny, microscopic parts of my body,
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
A year in my life,
Filled with struggles and strife.
And no lyrical incantation,
To properly exaplain my situation.
So I'll say with a fife,
There is boredom in my life.
War and Peace…
A dynamic dichotomy
Though Peacemaker and Warrior
Require equal audacity
God bless the Peacemaker
Whose enlightened vision
For the preservation of Humanity
high in the sky
vermillion dye
clouds burst into flame
chaos uncontained
chase the wind, kiss the sun
time forgives the past done
rain refuses to touch head
Don't shoot the messenger
Unless she's a woman
Don't shoot the mesenger
Unless her skin has become an invitation
They scream at her
She knows they're just words
That couldn't be possibly understood
Into the sky it goes,
with its fiery tail behind it-
the loud noise of its roar.
then,
it stops,
to then floar amongst the stars,
with a great gentleness and calm.
A lone girl holds her mother’s hand
“What are they doing? We have done nothing wrong.”
The next things her mother said
were sung in a lullaby song--
In love, an infatuation, as deep and rich
as love can ever get… but I couldn’t make any words
come out.
I had trouble breathing.
I dream
one long,
dark night
a dream
where
darkness
has overcome
the light.
It's a nightmare
In a funnel
where I cannot
seem
to get
out of
A Strangers Bravery
There is so much pain and suffering,
For a land that should be free,
So much death and anguish,
To make a boy a soldier
Give him a uniform and gun.
Tell him living is a sin,
And to curse the wise who run.
The sky growls angrily
And makes the world dim
Roaring through the shaky Earth
Casting war below him
The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash
Color blind
Living lifeTryna findPeaceFighting warsBleeding redUnder the shimmering seaMy brotherIn blackIn white
It starts with a feeling, the pinprick before the stab. Imagine a box. Stored in it are the most pessimistically intense feelings.
Morning has broken the sky is brokenLiving day to day with words left unspokenEating away because we aren't awokenFeeling like our efforts are in vain, they are token
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one
has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace.
I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in the middle.
In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of.
A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.
I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
I hear birds chirping,
As the sun hits my face.
The sight of fireflies glowing,
This is something that can't be replaced.
Who would know we are at war?
I say a prayer for the departing warrior,
Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines,
To fight a war he doesn’t understand,
To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
The best part of my day is dawn.
I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls,
“Clung clung clung” down the hallway.
My pain approaches; the commencement of terror.
Thee look’d out the window with nay more light.
A plague; gray ash, dust, and woe filled the sky.
When the smoke cleared, all was lost in the fight,
And marry from thee my strength rose up high.
The smell of blood invades my nose every morning around dawn
and we were not woken up quietly.
My eyes opened wide to the sounds of screams penetrating my eardrums.
Immediately Stop The War On Our Planet !!!
Stop All Production Of Military Products !!!
Our Planet Is Very Small
Our Planet Is a Very Unique And Beautiful
Our Planet For Children
For a Peaceful Life
Over where the family sits and enjoys the company they share;Sweet melodies are sung by flowers of the past:the horrors that happened there.Unknowingly they carry on-not one asks what occurred.
Sepia
With water stains
Yellowed paper
Tied with thin string
Black and white
Photographs
Taken years ago
Smiles and stern
Dispositions
Peer out
From a window
bomb rhymes with mom but
my mom is a bomb--
ticking away from the things that she saw.
you would never think and I had never thought
that my mom would get caught
in government claws
Zoom! The bullet slid past his arm,
Boom! His men collapsed to the ground.
He trudged on through the sand like a starving scavenger snake.The American Flag shown over his weary arm.
We conquered and we conquered
with ideals of manifest destiny
ringing in our ears
thoughts of salvation
we brought with ourselves
only to leave behind
cries of devastation and fear,
A jumble of thoughts
Bunch of nonsense
Meaningless atoms
Combined into ashes
An infinite void
Of blinding black
Of looming white
Everything explodes
Into beautiful nothing
Searching, yearning, hoping
For an answer besides war.
A war being fought
All for one.
Constant if's and possibilities unknown being done
All for one.
Lives being threatened behind the shadows
I plant my feet slowly and reach out all around
Fingertips brushing up against the thoughts in my head
They seem to scream but my lips are bound
Shushing them, I see my mind was mislead
The spark of one
Became the flame of many
Trailing through city to city
Clouded eyes, unjust hearts
This type of blaze is a painful art
One by one the trees burn down
Darkness stood
in the fathomless night
Black but for the artillery
shells exploding against the sky.
Silent but for the steel
stinging through the air.
Whole boys, whole companies,
You've only hit me once
Across the face with an open palm
It wasn’t that bad,
What hurt worse was the betrayal
You had never hit me before
This sword holds no power, unless you have courage,
The nearest pinpoint strike; blood shed for its own purpose
Once a battle ends, the scene is left in ruins
Wishing that it never had to be a part of—
It’s what my mind’s set on now
What I wished but never came true
And now a silent prayer to all
For the rain to cease, and for the sun to shine.
I’ll pack and unpack this bag yet again
What twists of fate could bind thou here, in a hopeless path of loss
Danger lurks here, to thrive in one’s fears; lost souls listen not to the bells
It's not that I don't want to be in a relationship. I do. I want to call someone 'baby' or maybe I'll settle for 'noob' because i was never really affectionate when it mattered.
I used to think it was normal
To cry for three hours about nothing.
That it was normal
To think about dying at least once a day.
Tell me,
What do you see as the end of the world?
Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air?
Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills?
Will we kill ourselves in war?
Corruption, Corruption everywhere
Want to know more, just ask the Blairs
Not in power anymore, still alot to answer for.
IRAQ WAR !
I was adopted the same day my eyes peeled
Open to the world
My birth mother cried tears of joy onto my head
My new parents took me that night
And I meet with my birth mother regularly
You’re a hero in all the sticky crimson lies.
Aren’t you proud soldier?
Forever stained with back-home grateful eyes.
Where’s this so called ‘danger’ you saved us from?
Sometimes it is easier to smile,
To tell everyone lies,
Rather than the problems we hide.
I know 'cause I've been there,
In many ways I still am.
So then why on earth do I participate
Oh, such a brightly coloured white with a mane just as bright
That stallion is a strong and beautiful sight
The commander's dear horse, it did rear
Half from shock of the kick, half from fear
Bloodshed and horror, Syria is a disaster
Peace and aid, nothing could come faster
Mothers and fathers can only cope
Brothers and sisters can only hope
As children,
we trembled before our closets darkness night fell,
like a deep black crushed velvet shade being draped over our world,
She's drowning in a sea of shadows
The world fades away
The only thing in her tear streaked eyes
Is his dying face
Hidden Beauty
|~Taylor Freeman~|
Losing someone is extremely difficult.
But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst.
Our father was killed in war;
What is War? Another word,
That creates despair in the world.
Men take, their last breath,
And head to their death.
What is War?
The heartbreaks,
That it makes.
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re?
It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
Missing
I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see.
I’ve hired someone to do the missing for me.
I’ve become impatient and salty.
Your teeth will always be there,
even when you're not smiling.
When the tears break and fall down your face,
sitting on the front porch swing,
What I need is some security
I know finding someone worth keeping is a rarity
Believe me this ain't no chairty
Cause all I need to survive is a little love
But waiting for someone, is something I'm sick of
The world is crying
cause children are starving
while inside your dying
and you can't stop the heartache
the dealers are buying
the people are lying
but you can't stop trying
to fight it
I'm going insane.
Happy as can be in a moment,
Only to come crashing down the next,
Into the darkness of my head.
From a pleasant thought,
To one leaving me distraught,
I sit alone in the dark.
As the world lay in ruin, I asked myself,"Did it Pass?" Did the horrible war that forced us to conform,Did the preachers whom to God they're sworn,Did the witches,Died of execution form? Is it past,The reign of terror?The fog through which is uncl
Day one is when I thought your name was weird,
then day two being the day that my mind was cleared.
On day three, my heart began to experience this feeling,
All I need is a stick of graphite. Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
He knew nothing but his home, and his home was the land.
It raised, clothed and fed him, and he unto it.
He was a piece of the whole, like a finger to the hand.
It was vast, extending from each horizon, it was infinite.
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes
Death to Louise the thirteenth,
They yell
Death to the Monarchy,
They chant
CHOP.
Depression is an abusive relationship
One that starts out small and slow
You don't notice at first
But you're slowly isolated
From all the people and things that
Might be able to help
Safe families
Safe cities
Safe countries
Safe men
Then war starts
Tearing lovers
And sisters and brothers
Make love, not war
“War” is just another word,
It kills, harms, and hurts
Risking lives, hurts worse.
I can't let go , because I have a lot to say
Building up on my chest, making this gentle heart heavy
The thought of you makes my mind restless
Filling with questions
Hurt masked with anger
The world is just a mirror of the soul
Growing from roots, but barely bold
For the life we live, for time that's sold
For what we seek, for price and gold
What is different between you and I?
We all get screwed up in the end.
Life screws us up.
We all face our own battles.
Wage our own wars.
Concur our own enemies.
And fall down at our own turns.
I did not ask for struggle,
I did not begin it.
But when it is presented,
I intend to win it.
No matter the uphill battle,
No matter the stricken tears.
At the end of every struggle,
"Dancing shadows
Deep and dark
Flying arrows
Met their mark
Weary gallows
Done their part
No more follow
Lost their heart
Inside is hollow
They lost their spark
" We cannot escape
They are coming
With poisoned words
And glinting swords
We cannot escape
They are marching
Towards us and towards the war
We cannot escape
"Find yourself
Your not from here
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal fear
Find you friend
Keep them near
Into the depths
Over the edge you peer
The peace of the world is not always dead
Just forgotten by the hunger of war
Slowly sucking all living with its roar
And captivating innocents with dread.
his fatal fall down into
the World which. stopped,
yet still a l i v e
anxiously
waiting for
normality to Rebirth.
Soldier of Christ
I tend to see too many people going through their relationship with Christ like it's a job.
Being a part-time Christian,
but expecting a full time God.
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep,
However, I prefer the beauty of silence,
With its daunting tones,
And comfort it brings when I weep,
The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
Senior Year
17 and 18 year old punk kids
Who used to be prodigies, geniuses, beyond their years
We were told we were so smart
A million cities burning in my mind
Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky.
The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh,
Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
Assumptious eye
The world is full of conclusions
How much is it truth
I'm just a detail, within a detail's detail
If you saw my mind, would you still be interested in a physique
Closed walls, walled hearts
narrow halls, hollow parts.
A man alone, set apart
Black Turnstone, hidden heart.
High throne, thin skin
The smell of blood was heavy through the air, Bodies litter the ground. Next to me a soldier is muttering, praying to god. Some are shaking, Others are hoping for a safe return home. My heart is pounding in my chest as I march with my fellow
Commands can be heard over an old time radio in a foreign language,
German preferably.
Snap to a black and white shot of old Nazi war planes zooming across the sky.
I like the feeling of not doing what I'm supposed to do
I like the thrill of running from what is good for me
Coincidence is beauty
But when we make it it's just fate
And when we think it's random,
To be scared is to be alive.
It is the thing that stops us,
Prevents us from harming ourselves.
It’s why we don’t jump out of windows,
Why we don’t stab our eyes,
Why we leave spiders alone.
There are four horseman on a hill
Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War
There’s four horsemen on a hill
Another soul slips away
Painting the dawn with blood
My mind is devoid of mercy
My heart is stolen of love
The song of gunfire
Commemorates the dead
The TV screen flickersShowing what I am so used toBut it's more horribleThan fun little pixelsThey are real peopleShedding real bloodFor a cause that's not so realI fret and worry
We have fought for centuries in blood, sweat and tears,
And we will continue to do so these next few hundred years-
If it means you will be safe my love, my dear.
Drenched upon the battle fieldUnder silver weapons wieldMisdirection her only shieldThe wildest of roses grew
Every man thinks they're right.
So for this, they're willing to fight.
They may start with words,
but when they aren't heard
there's been many a men
who put down their pen
and pick up their arm
See as it comes towards the seasons of celebrations ,
it saddens me to be the one who brings commiserations ,
A year we entered with nothing but hope ,
I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.
This first line always makes me queasy.
It doesn't sound
There's a place where the middle meets the east.
Some of it is made of sand,
it's bland and you could get lost -
in the smoke, the ashes, and in the
tears of children and parents
“Sing a hopeful song!”They said.“A catalyst for revolution!”They cried.“A song for the rebels…”They shouted.
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
I am an Armenian
I am from a country so small, people ask, "Where's that?" when I say its name
I am from a race of people who have existed for 4,000 years,
Leaving behind a title,
Breaking the barricades;
Calling out for revival,
Hurling out hand grenades;
Fighting for survival,
Peeling off charades;
Waiting for avowal,
Here in this lime lined, green field
A battle is to be fought without mercy, without yield.
Two platoons of a baker’s dozen each.
There’s fire behind you and bombs at your back
Burning bright through the endless night of black
Blood runs red through the dirty water
Drifting away from the endless, brutal slaughter
I am molded, made to kill.
Rough and tough.
Strong and buff.
Turned cold and distant
by hours of training.
Sir! Yes, Sir!
The sheets are changed.
The racks are made.
Blow the Shofar
Call the twain
Mark the day
Blow the Shofar
Battle is afoot
War sets face
Blow the Shofar
Plead God’s Grace
Set by him
In distant lands
On foreign sands
Our soldiers fight
To keep our rights
Tanks roar
Planes soar
Bullets fly
No place to hide
Here is to the women who hurt.
How their pain never told
though their stories ever sold,
intuitively resistant and bold.
You're tired so very tired
When the man I loved tried to commit suicide, I can only describe my pain as having my heart ripped through my chest with hands of barbed wire, broken-glass dreams and smoldering promises.
The sunlight slowly began to fade,
It's silent whispers hissed, "Don't be afraid."
It disappeared from empty streets,
as little children hid under sheets.
Darkness filled the broken ones,
His forearm is cooled by the sweat of his elbows.
The fire is started in his hand, in a ski mask and shell toes.
The bright, yellow paint is chipping.
The ivy vines are climbing the walls.
The war had started and it was abandoned.
I'm right, you're wrong.
And I have every right to write that I'm right, because I'm not wrong
Followed by
'Forget about the war.'
If only it was so easy.
Events or news.
Of some are seeking.
A war with Iran.
Brings back memories.
Oh wait, Oh two
94 that's the day, don was exposed to
Poverty mixed with gunplay
At the age a five, I saw my first dead body in the drive way
I was lost, even god couldn't find me
WarIs a cancer,The raging sickness in our worldCutting the strings of innocent puppetsAs our lining comes unfurledWarIs not a promised thing,It is merely a choice
Mama, what's that noise I hear?
Cries of freedom,
Justice's song.
Mama, why'd that girl fall down?
She tripped and fell.
I cannot say why we wonder
I can only dream my dreams
Imagination leads to creation
Inventions become a need
Wonder allows the mind to wander
While the body is set to work
Terrible is the night we wait on
When the terrible things arrive.
The blame is placed,
The hand is stilled,
The suspense ticking alive.
Fires all set blazing
Jingle.
Jangle.
Is the sounds his pockets made,
With each quick stride the music he shaped.
Jingle.
Jangle.
It was in the clove of seasons,
the flowers were stained.
The grass around was wet,
from the night when it rained.
A tombstone now stands,
where the bleeding tree once stood.
So this is battle, this is war.
Take up your weapons, and kill some more.
Here we march to the field to fight.
We'll make widows and orphans upon this night.
The enemy pours in like a flood,
Have you ever seen anything so sad?
Children run around half-naked while their parents wait for more pills to come to town.
Teens walk around with cigarettes in their hands and alchohol in their systems.
Observing the vestiges of common humanity I am engulfed in processes that are reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation was predominantly a matter of undiscovered science converging into a
Dear mama
The war is rough out here
Can't seem to get a good nights sleep
Your letters from home have become endear
At night you can hear the men weep
Billy is coming home
Where he can rest in peace
There was a baby girl born to a family of sixWho was a beacon of love amidst the conflictsShe took her first steps under the moon lightOn the shoreline of the sea, oh what a sight
The skies go to war when the clouds are silver
all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars
see the anger flashing in the sky
destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
I needed you to say something magically mind altering. Something that would knock me off course with very weak knees, leaving me lingering on your every word like an obtuse cobra swaying into a hypnotic trance.
No Reason
i never thought life would come to this,
people judging stabbing other people in the back with no reason
I'm no good with poetry
as it's an art that is felt
rather than seen.
I'm not one for feeling.
I'd rather stare at my ceiling
and not feel much at all.
We men have painted in blood a small, disproportionate portrait of our God.
Predestination of life and damnation,
One trail but two gates for the will-less cattle, and
Segregation by herds
The sky lays low tonight
like a blanket of a flag on a deceased man
eagles fly no more
and the world we once knew
is covered by a blanket
of dew
But that dew isn't water
There's a burning in my chest
And I can't tell whether my heart is on fire, set alight by the rush of energy transferred when he placed his hand on mine for the last time
My War with Heaven- Stella D’Vine
You are the fallen angel that has casted a spell upon me.
I am the mere peasant that is awed by your beauty
Your skin so smooth and flawless and a rich chocolate color
Little did you know when our world "Leaders" meet to talk, they talk not about how to create peace but strategies for war.
Nature in its essence
So Often Misunderstood
The things we might not notice
The things I wish we could
Disguised by its beauty
Lush greenness all around
The penetrating sunlight
Words can’t even begin to describe
On account of I ain’t no scribe
But I got say
I hope I make your day
When I tell you the truth
You are a hero to all us youth
They say there patriotic
They fly a flag of lies
They say their bringing freedom
So they kill their fellow kind?
They say our countries worth it
They march in Nazi lines
It starts in 1999, when at five years
old, still chubby-cheeked and new,
I learned that make-up was for girls
as night over night I watched my mother paint
Shot
Heart pounding lungs burning
Smoke fills the air the sounds of guns and explosions all around
Senses heightened, looking to kill
Without a care in the world I stare at the lens in front of me,what has become me
Behind the lens you will find the real me, not the one I appear to be
It's inside out, without a twist of doubt whats becoming of me, you see
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
Im tired of the lonesome nights
Im tired of the longing for something ill never have
The touch that I cry for is something my body will never feel
The laughs Ill never get to share
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
I hear the bang of the gun
I rush to my tent
I am all alone, scared
But ready to fight
I grab my gun and run to the line
Dear my Love, the walls have fallen,
The stones and mortar have given way.
Authorities have not yet told
If it were attack, or mere decay.
The resting village still lies in peace,
she sat there wielded with a belt of grenades
my mouth a machine gun shooting what i had to say
sure she was pelted over and over by my hate
but when she threw her words at me that was all it would take
Put down the gun
take off the helmet,
unstrap the boots
wipe off the blood.
Halt the tanks,
discard the missiles,
write me back
come home soon.
Just end the war
I can stare a thousand yards and never see a thing
I can share a thousand thoughts and never even sing
I can live a thousand lives and take them all in vain
Growth is better
When spaced just right
When things aren't
Packed too tight
When it is nice and
Airy during the night
Growth is better when
Spaced just right
Metal, hard, tin
I just killed a man
why does it have to be like this
ibwant to give my family
one last kiss
i can't believe
i was one that was chose
i want to see my wife again
the one I love the most
We've be lied to
Duped
Always the same
Never more of a motive than personal gain
Have you seen the look in a mother's eyes
When she finds out that her child is no longer alive
We have tolerated too much already.
We have been left to clean up the mess.
From now on, you will be stripped of your identity.
Your children will be taken away form you.
Beware, we will find you.
Women are equal as men. Although it takes two to make a baby, babies would not be in this world without women. I do believe the creation of life is a 50-50 job between a man and a woman, but within the job, the roles are split up.
A caravan driving through the desert
Only an unpaved dirt road underneath
A small town up ahead we see everyday
A few dozen people and more decrepit buildings
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Alleys and attackers.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Avalanches and alligators.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
I stumble upon the shattered road
The cries of war engulf me
Debris, dust, smoke… where is our home?
Piercing gun shots resonate near me
Looking at my face
You'd never know
In my life
A war grows
On the outside
I`m filled with life
On the inside
I`m dying
Not from sorrow
Not from strife
Literally I fight
A gentle hand is far more fair
Than a fist raised in violence
A understanding reaps more rewards
Than ignorance and intolerance
Our skin is different shades of brown
Why argue over the same color
I am a hopeful, bright, justice-filled human being.
Don't look now, child
The world has gone to war
They don't care that you're just a child
To them, you're one soldier more.
-
Those aren't gunshots you hear now
Those aren't dying screams
"Wifie"
You make me sick
Saying it cutesy
As if it lessens the bounded meaning
I'll hide behind a smile
Pretending I understand
When in al honesty,
I just want to push you away
As I looked into his eyes
I was just a child, his child
He was JUST my daddy.
My daddy that was in glossy pictures clothed in Camoflauge.
I turn on the news
and all I see is ISIS this
murder that immigration this
Not a prayer could forgive
The injustice done
On sacred grounds
Or the blood split
Or Trail of Tears.
Nor could one admit
The hyprocrisy
That made a people
Undone.
Don't kiss me-
There's still blood in my mouth from the last battle.
You know, I've never actually left that field. A part
I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes
To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies
We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again
But it never stopped my fellow men
Waiting for time to pass
Staring at a half empty glass
Who is right
Who is wrong
No one has the answer
Welcome to a world of fun
A carnival of toys and guns
Nobody wins, we’re quivering
The only prize is you can’t leave…
All these clowns are made of masks—
You become what you paint on your faces
Red, white and blue is the color of our flag that we represent, the one who wont stand, the ones who fought for us their lives are gone but as long as I live I'm going to defend.
The soft breeze sways the trees
As you twirl me in a bed of leaves
to the rhythm of our beating hearts
You pull me close and our souls' music starts
Your breath whispers in my ear
Look here forward
Future told
Scrolls are written
Don't unfold
Don't hold near
or close to thee
Taking lives
and take a knee
Hands stained pale
Soul lost in lies
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud,
Just to be on it makes me feel proud.
If only I could just release
The world from War and Hell into Peace.
War
War is a canvas, dastardly painted with crimson and black
The air is polluted with smoke
Ash falling like snow
The deafening sounds of thunder
Feels like a heart attack
The ground is barren. the sky, a morning grey
Two roses stand together in the silent day
One is satin black the other crimson red
No one can see them but the dead
They appear when the fighting is gone
The cacophonous roar,
originating from the machines of war.
The engines that continue,
the horrific bloodshed,
are engineered by ingenious,
Madmen.
Hitler,
Mussolini,
We humans, we stomp across the delicate grass,
As if it were not there.
But if the grass were human, it would call you an ass,
Lift you up and throw you into the air.
We humans, we rise up into the sky,
I can't sleep
I'm not at peace
my eyes are wide open
my heart has a hole in it
the feeling in my stomach is disgusting
my catastrophizing mind is unresting
"I have to get to bed at a decent hour"
Drum on the walls, chant your chants,
sob in your sleep on these long nights
Stay young, Oh Warmen
Why? What can you say to justify the gory ground that I stand upon
Glory? Ha! An infant's dream that died in me long ago
"First step's so called education, next we bring assimilation.
We keep you passified so you will follow"
Send out the soldiers & fill up the prisons, Stand in line for superficial pleasures
What are limits without timeWhat is distance without a prizeWhat do you win once you have won what you have wanted all alongWhat is a fight without a warWhat is speech with no encore
A lust for Blood, a lust for love.
A need for peace; for all wars to end.
The human blood, of such sweet scent.
Why, oh why must the scent linger in the air?
If Happiness Were a Nightmare
The stars gaze down upon him
His eyes stare back in a mutual relationship
Sleep no longer grants him rest
You went through hell and back
And you didn't deserve what came.
You really tried to get back on track,
But after war, things just couldn't be the same.
You gave your life, shooting guns and ammunition,
Brave, loyal friends having one another's backs
A loving sensei* always encouraging him
Two young boys
In a world ravaged
By seemingly endless war
Find friendship
At the bank of a clear, serene river,
Where they come for respite,
Brief moments of escape
You enlisted into the military
It was your choice
A good choice indeed
You go to basic training to learn everything, and everything in between
After that you are not done
You have a career
A job
We barley talk
We never see each other
You know my name
But that’s all you’ve ever wondered
You’re leaving town
You may not ever come back
You’re off to war
And promises don’t work
I want to do ballet.
NO. You’re not flexible enough.
I want to do beauty pageants.
NO. You’re not near attractive.
Ok.
I’ve made six A’s and one B this quarter.
Walking into to battle.Their eyes look straight ahead.Bodies falling all around,Blood filled memories will forever
Fill their heads.
For most the training seemed to last forever,But the war will last even longer.
What are we doing?....What have we become?
We’re just gang banging…
Lampin’: Hanging out under a street-light, on gangsta turf
waitin’ for a Ghetto Star: A top street drug dealer
They say that love is a battlefield.So do you feel the beating of my heart every step you take in combatDoes the dust in the air create silhouettes of my face,Do you try to feel the embrace of my arms
We all want to be loved
But what is love if we're all blind
Not able to see their mistakes
We think our partner is perfect
I guess we're just too kind
We don't umderstand why
Today is never ending--
the start of a new beginning.
A story of characters without a home,
A story of passionate love and burning hate,
and fighting which always makes us feel great
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
I’m confused in this world.
My Parents tell me one thing
And my friends tell me another.
I watch all the movies.
I thought what I was feeling was real.
What happened to love, live life.
I am suffocating.
The elephant in the room is breathing all the oxygen
and my lungs have become too weak to function anymore.
The tiles of my veins are cracked upon the impact
Edges of this world must be mended
Creases of these old fabrics smoothed
Smuggled letters rewritten
And torn pieces sown
With old methods and home-made remedies
Nail by nail and thread by thread
There I stood. Tragically transfixed in cowardice, trembling in fear, no voice of my own, so afraid to speak out I took to writing this poem
I've been where you are
That place where nothing seems to make sense
That place where it's you against the world
I've been there
I've been to that place
"The horror, the horror!"
They cry; yet what does it matter?
They hide their faces even as the world
Did THEN.
I am always a depressed dreamerI am always depressed by the powersBenefits always equip huntersSafety always promotes slaughters
When all that's left is war
All the wars of our miseries
When all we know we want no more
Listen
rasicim insercurities stereotypes
all so common but all of it bites
no change no shift
but who going to change
especaily when we live in a world where everything that is taught is sane
So sick of freaking war
I turned on the television
Flipped the channel to watch some CNN
For maybe bout an hour or more
All I could see was war
All the fighting in Washington
Prey
Loin are very fierce and powerful, they creep up to their pray, they are like thieves in the dark, you never know when the lion will come.
We fought
We served
To fight for a cause
A cause that stemmed from
Freedom
An idea rooted in the belief that
We fought
We carried rifles
We wore the uniforms
We fought
Wall street looms above you as you takeyour walk across the graduation stageyour walk down the aisleyour walk around the neighborhood,draining you with the fangs that they call debt.
Far from home they fight,
In a land that’s not their own.
Their enemy has no face,
Yet they fight on.
In a time of terror
Not knowing who is friend or who is foe,
I want to write a poem
To the days that will not be
For the times we only wish
That we all could live in peace
I would dedicate this poem
To the beauty that is rare
The flow of the human race is nothing more than a flow
We seem more and more content in our ways we forget to grow
The Individualistic idea has inspired oneself to lead a life of independence
I hear the music
No one else hears
And I wander through the streets.
I sing along but
They can't see me.
What I have is such a treat!
I'm the invisible man.
Super Special.
Sickness, poverty, nations of the illUncured, losing the battle not at will
Nations crumbling beneath our feetNations tearing at the seams
Wolves howl,
Shots are fired,
Childrens eyes are covered,
Dead bodies all over the ground,
White flags
Guns don't kill people freedom does
how many have died under liberty's judge
do we call it freedom because their minds are freed from earthly restriction
Against all odds, I am here.
I am a survivor, born of survivors, with fire in my blood.
My perseverance is all that I need, for my will to live consumes me.
It was not always so.
Perhaps it belongs to an animal
Who squeals for mercy
But instead is stunned and skinned
But no, it couldn’t be them
Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away
Or maybe it’s the young women
Perhaps it belongs to an animal
Who squeals for mercy
But instead is stunned and skinned
But no, it couldn’t be them
Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away
Or maybe it’s the young women
From the ashes, we rise like Kings.
From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs.
WIth each broken brick we build a home.
Our fate is made in our blood and stone.
You may take our bodies,
This is a message to the world
To each and every boy and girl
No matter your age there’s nothing to fear
Young or old, you have to be bold
I ain’t saying its fine to play mind games
A haze of smoke hung thick through all the air;
The cries of dying men echoed 'round.
The light from booming cannons showed an eerie glare,
Twisted figures lay strewn upon the ground.
Generations past and although you have
The blood of your ancestors coursing through your veins,
You find it hard to relate.
You are proud to be an American but,
What is there to be proud of?
A short Poem by Stephen Strausbaugh
Lie, Steal, Blame, Kill
You look down at us atop of your hill
Writing bills, but seeking thrills
Only you have a license to kill
Only you have a license to kill
You claim your ambitions, yet you sit back and wade
How can someone be so ignorant, is this why you're paid?
Our brothers have fallen, our sisters held hostage,
We didn't agree to this, I didn't sign a single roster.
Artemis unslings her bow,
The huntress selecting an arrow
From her finely wrought quiver
As an artist would select a brush
For his next masterpiece.
Filled with the power of the divine
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight
Millions more are covered by the night
Bodies of humans rot underground
As the world continues to spin around
Different we all are
Similar we appear to be
Perfection is a star
An unreachable image we can see
A personal paradise…
Something we’ve always craved for
A perfect world so nice…
In this war of love
Anything goes
You can’t escape
You’re bound to passion
Trapped in its prison
And you grow sick-
Love sick-
As you become pale and weak
Cupid laughs
A gust of wind brings up a smell,
Of an unforgiving living hell,
The sweat and blood fills up ground
So thickly, muffling every sound.
A sea of dead bodies
Lay on a blood-stained field.
The dead are nothing but a memory.
The last one standing is the winner.
The one who kills all the others-
He is called The Hero.
War child , she was merely just a kid with a heart of steel when the people lost their livelihood whilst she kept it real, saw soldiers die on the streets
Life once created a soul
with mighty dreams and hopes
Yet it only took a man
to destroy it
I beg the question:
What are we fighting for?
By this,
I don’t aim to challenge the conventions of English grammar.
Instead,
I aim to challenge the conventions of human thinkers.
Game's over.
Quick
Get me some water!
Ah! You've got ice too?
Thanks!
My sweaty palms touch the glass,
Feeling the freezing water with my hands
Merging onto streets.
We flood as an aid to those in need.
We see the pain, cries, and pleas.
Freedom is so everlasting.
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted others before me,
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history
Flesh that isn't our own
Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people.
They fight.
Lets pick a fight just for the heck.
lets just be safe
And not break each others neck
We roll and pull, push and turn.
untill one of us can feel the burn...
Babe let me give you a little advice,
There is a war waging on this world.
It is waged by every country, every boy and girl.
Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain.
And water fights back with acid rain.
There was a time an eternity passed
A mother, a father and two children.
Bombs raining, oozing from crimson and clouds
Over commorancies of families
Into tombs, treasury, temples, and towns.
Pale gray hands across a stone cold chest,
a family divided from the rest,
A mother who weeps in pure despair,
A father who wishes he was with him there,
This is what happens.
When he was a small boy,
He dreamped of being a hero of war,
On the battle field to save every one,
In the hot desert sun,
So little Johny pick up that old b-b gun,
Mama look at that squirl run,
He sits a little ways off, Alone in the rain,Just by the short lake shore, Beside the sugar canes.
The paddng of boots and storms of dry dustDroplets of sweat brushed of bare backs in gusts
The breath of the sun brings the warmth of dry weatherEach wisp of a breeze carries smells of new leather
A world once of simplicity
Has fallen into a mystery
From chaos and destruction
Humanity could only blossom
Another day
One of hatred and greed
A world of sin with no consequence
For the deed
No shame
For the world is the same
Keeps on trudging
Day after day
But stop
A Photograph of The Past
I’m laying here, the ceiling’s caving in.
I’m staring up in a gaze waiting for the fallout.
I’m still, I will not move. I will lose myself in this crumble.
Please take me to the motherland
I heard love can manifest
Yin and Yan they coexist
Please take me to the motherland
Where alchemist don't trade souls
For the chemical make up of gold
When your heart threatens to fall out your ass.
When your brain won't cease spitting out rapid-fire bullets labeled
What if
If Only
What about
Maybe
Maybe Not
In war
You are not special.
You are the means to an end.
They will not care that someone loves you.
They will shoot first and ask questions later.
Or ask none at all.
In war
It's not as if I ever meant for this to happen.
It just kind of did.
It's nothing bad,
I swear it.
It's just odd.
And frightening to consider.
Love me once, shame on you.
Who am I to say what is wrong?Who am I to change those scars?The cuts run deep. Fissures to the starsSplit open and ruinedWhy is this Earth so scarred?
They waddle onto war - a walk to the park?
-With bodies blown and souls sent to the dark?
I say “Young lads, throw down your guns,
And reach up for peace that rests in the sun.”
I bleed red, white, and blue
With stars across my heart,
With the stripes burned into my mind;
Giving everything -
All my experiences;
A little taste of home with each step I take;
They were brought down
Down to the pits of the darkest spectrum
Beyond a trace of relief, a glimmer of hope
They were menaced, chided, and turned
Beaten, battered, and burned
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
What will I tell my children
15 years from now?
My brave 8 year old boy and his sweet 5 year old sister?
"Why mommy, is daddy away all the time?" They ask:
"Because he is catching the bad guys"
Because a war make Hmong People
Have place to live like other people
Because a war make Hmong People
The silence was seriously starting to get to her,This was the day,The day everything goes down.It’s not every day the earth swallows you whole in one mouth full.
My Hero
(first and last line provided by Bradley Quick)
And no matter how much I tried, the blood dripped down…
We consumed the young last in our neurogenic forever
Grand birdcage released the blues stricken poultry
It severs us together in this foundry
Sundry renegade reengage.....
Hope to the shames of Gomorrah
ending it all horribly.
brought down,
Our world will be in ruins
If there isn't anyone,
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,
The world is a monstrocity, we manage to survive.
Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,
I look in the mirror and I see a girl
A girl who wants to change the world
Show everyone what could be
If from our eyes we erased the greed
The greed of a nation wanting more
Money, power galore
We are sperated by "late"
Every border on a map shows how we are different.
So seperate and divided that we cannot equate
The pain that we each go through
So we talk about finding peace when
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green
Flags are nothing but color.
Caucasian, Indian, Islander, African
Skin is not the issue in particular.
Trans, Gay, Straight, Bi
We are all the same.
Sword bent
Heart damned
Salvation all but spent
Spirit slammed
God has left and went
What is to spare
Alone and never blameless
My soul wont dare
Walk on in disgrace
What would I change?
I would take away the hurt. the pain.
The hate we Americans still servin'
racism, sexism,
all their criticisms.
passed down to their child
What would I change?
Peace is never going to happen,
it's an idea made up from stupidity.
Each mind thinks differently,
everyone is not the same.
Saying such a thing breaks the cortex,
the cortex of humanity.
They brave all danger,
They master all fear,
When they enter the land of a stranger,
They all have a noble code to which they must adhere.
But how do they feel…..
When stare into the face of Death?
I heard the grass is greener on the other side
Only if you abide
By the rules they preach to sinners
Only those who reach it are truly winners
And the everlasting pulsing is gone
I’m coming home
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
Why are there still people out there that just love to hate?
Based upon the color of their skin and their race
Every individual possesses different traits
Is it even possible to change these people's ways?
In my house enjoying a fine day,
smoking cannabis, harming no one and nor,
am I doing anything wrong, but yet it is a crime,
and to this I say, end this war.
Medicine for everybody including children,
One ride away,
a ride filled with men.
To battle they go,
in defense of their kin.
Some sleep and some pray,
some bask in the din,
some think about their future,
ALL hope for a win.
We look in the mirror and see a thing,
We are so set on what this thing should be,
The hardest realization that goes through our mind or occupies our time,
Is the reality of our human being,
I walked through the door,
My eyes couldn't comprehend,
The shadow of the person I saw.
There lies a friend of a friend,
A person I barely knew,
But my fellow brother in arms.
It is said to be best served cold.
It grows in your soul incripting like mold.
Such a sinister idea, an evil from the inside.
From the dawn of time to present day.
It infects everyone of us worldwide.
I was asked what I would change about this world.
Would I change the war, drugs, crime?
No. Because all of these are caused by one thing:
Hate.
We hate those who are different;
I sit at night, watching the stars
Dreaming of a world without scars
No hate or frears
No war or tears
A world where no one lies
A world where no one dies
When I turn on the nightly news,I don't watch the weather forecast anymore.
Invisible Knight
Hefting sightless armor
Decorated in gold talons
Your wrath is unmatched
As your peace is unequaled
Stop fighting.
All of you.
You act as though a difference is a sin,
when really it's your intolerace that should be punished.
You would kill entire groups of people,
for religion
for a lifestyle
Like a bird needs a feather,
we all need eachother.
In the darkest of times ,
we search in others for a light that shines.
but the light that we seek,
is within ourselves,
If I could change, change anything at will
I would change the amount of blood we spill
In the name of war, we are warring on ourselves
Confusing the shadows with the light,
Blinded by hate and revenge
At the sound of an alarm,
We wake!
At the smell of a brew,
We wake!
At the turn of a key
We move!
On our path to fortune,
We dream,
Yet, at the sight of the homeless child,
A change is a simple concept,
One few are able to grasp.
Change is not normally accepted,
And to some, it means a new you, a new life.
We are in a war,
but we don't know what it is we're fighting for.
we don't know who's dying, who exactly are we killing?
when our soldiers arrive our patriotism is thrilling.
I sit, looking at my grandpa's crinkled face,
his sad eyes tell many stories
that his lips can barely stand to say.
Hidden beneath the sheets
Dead memories swirling about the room
Slugging through my veins
The thick viscous ink writing letters in my skin
Sunlight streaking through
The small apartment window
Hold me tight, don't let me fallThe sky is still light, the lark hasn't calledUntil then don't let go, stay for this last hourStay until the candle is low, before you leave my tower.
A man looks down the sights of life and death
Gripping the decision to kill
Oblivious to the consequences of his soon-to-be actions
A moment of regret glistens as he pulls the trigger
Ours was a love of gun smoke & closed windows
Remembered in Polaroid photos
Can you feel my breath escape?
I found constellations in my skin,
With whispers that shattered clouds
Your bombs.
He took my brother
He took my father
He laughed when I cried
My mother never forgave him
The world hated him
but he went on with the slaughter
using death as his weapon
I tried to stop him
Why do we all hate
These wars we start
From bombing innocent towns
To a gunfight in the street next to KMart
Blood spills from lips once indulged
unto frozen land.
Screams muted by media
still ring in valleys unseen .
Countless battles without true victory
as young eyes seek guidance
Disguises for hypocrisy.
Blinded by democracy.
Honestly, do We know why
We go to war and children die?
Contradicting insanity -
Thou shalt not kill, all of humanity.
A world dominated by people who have erased vulnerabilityFrom their thoughts, seems to be falling apart.We train ourselves to be stern and collectedTo not show emotions, because emotions are our downfall.
The silence was seriously starting to get to her,
This was the day,
The day everything goes down.
It’s not every day the earth swallows you whole in one mouth full.
The dirty beasts
Scuttling around
Keeping to the shadows
Trapping
Biting
Saving for later
Waiting
For the opportune moment
To kill.
Fantastic in duty,
Unappreciated by man
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
How can I stop you from something
you are addicted to?
You leave me alone for days,
and when you are home you never seem at ease
I hear you at night yelling in your dreams.
Oh my Marie, I'll express my love to thee,
From sea to shining sea,
I'll be there to set you free.
Spying Death,
He moves forward.
Wating for his time,
With welcoming arms.
He continues.
With every step,
A louder breath.
Earth's details grow clearer,
My whole family has served,
but where will I be?
What if i don't want to
what if it's not the right cause?
A girl sits and thinks about the man of her dreams.
Brown hair, brown eyes,
A smile that beams,
A man to help her through her lows and highs.
She imagines him as a doctor or lawyer.
The constant rocking.Back and forth. He wanted to follow the call of the whistle:‘up and over’ boys.But his gaze was lost in the blackness.His breath rasped and hushed by whimpers.
A Roman mother awaits her son's return,
as his legion is ordered to kill, capture, and burn.
Will he fall in battle, as his father did in Germany?
Or will he return a hero, as he most most certainly.
Fear has no definite definition, or provisions but is without a doubt the basis of this country’s decisions.
Stand tall and march with confidence,
Do not breathe fear or the enemy will sense it,
When you bleed you are only to bleed victory,
Shoot the enemy, young soldier
But young soldier, keep in mind,
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
By the people for the people is beginning to seem feeble for a reason typically simple, We the people are a weapon used by government at disposal of any time they say jump we say how high.
As one piece of iron sharpens another, we need to keep each other sharp. We need to encourage each other. An enemy might be able to defeat one of us, but not when the two of us stand back-to-back to defend each other.
She left a boy to raise me.
She said i was driving her mad.
That i made her want to pull out her hair.
I wake up in the morning to find that you are gone
Thought that it was just a dream but your absence says I'm wrong
I see our old friends when I go out
I force a smile and try to find something to talk about
Particles colliding with one another,
Molecules competing for food,
Stars devouring eachother,
These are warriors.
Plants taking over territory,
Rats fighting over crumbs,
Surrounded by our elements
Feeling out of place
Neither of us dared to ruin the moment
It’s coming—our bitter enemy
The end, the war—our nemesis
We were warned
No attention was heeded
Have you ever stopped to see
How all of our lives might be
Without those who died for the red, white, and blue
Sacrificing their lives for me and you
Do you even give one thought
Boom.
The last thing we had heard
The last we lived
The first We died.
Our deaths were a warning.
A sign of revenge
We bombed their ships
They bombed our town
We saw it coming
It was a winter twilight,
the full moon was shining bright.
One could feel the insensitive cold wind,
freezing and obliterating everything, just like mankind.
A man stood there, alone in the room, looking out its windows.It was his last day in his home, a home in a land not truly his, amongst a people not his own,But he loved them.And this was his home.
A candle flickers in the darkThe only light in the worldThe world that has forgotten it.
Forgotten the small candle, not the light, not the fire.
No, definitely not the fire.
Your dream as a parent
is to create.
Your little ones
rise up... grow
and stretch, stepping
on the old carpet;
The flag stands where you were.
On the home front.
Defending what you love.
The flag stands where you were.
Bombs all around me
Shrapnel hits my skin
I can feel my life fading
I’m about to give in
Then my Corpsman came
As the moon shone above our heads,
God told me a story I'll never forget
Of when Vietnam and America first met.
Wind whined at the wounding windows
Love, peace, and happiness forever is a dream that passes me by.
When one problem ceases another one increases.
It seems to me to be one big unbearable lie.
For fate, is it real? How long will I have to wait?
The air is frigid and bitter,
My feet are frozen and numb
We’ve spent all our brief free time
Smoking cigarettes and drinking rum
The endless days are extensive and long
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
But all it really does is make minds wander
So that I can hardly remember the color of your irises, or the way your voice sounds when you whisper your name into my skin.
Sword in hand, the knight storms into the fortress.
Swinging his blade, he strikes fear into his foes,
Slaughtering them, savoring each of those blows.
Spearmen pawn their poor lives for his sinful bliss,
We wait in thick silenceWhile a genocide sleepsClaim to see all,When they know the leastThe mighty get mighterAnd the weak, they bendWhile we're made to sufferFor the ignorance of old men
Twirling beacons glow warm in winter’s night
Bright white souls swiftly growing old
Sunlit sidewalks fill with chalk
Rain, feather dust and flies
A sloping sleeping heat
Army Is US!
Strict, Strong, Stern.
Army is you.
Tall, Proud, Heroic, Brave
Army is you.
I will stand by your side.
I will support you always.
I remember you.
Those eyes you have are like fire. They haunt me, yet I cannot bring myself to take my own eyes off of the impossible flame of yours.
Days wasted, in a world full of hurt
Sitting taking advantage of your right to be calm
An angel cries when a shovel hits the dirt
Dear Mr. American History:
Your tie: red white and blue,
representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
I caught a glimpse of loneliness
lonelinesssitting in my throat
sitting in my throatthe couple dancingthe couple dancingweaving future into
Rings stretching from East to West formed in the crimson skies,
Glowing pink, orange, and yellow above the setting sun,
Trying to refine me and define me,
But you don't want to test me.
I may be as sweet as a rose,
But I'm pretty tough on my toes.
I know I'm not perfect,
But in the end it will be worth it.
You make us frozen
But we have armies
We are the flames
And we will consume you
You think you know better
You know more than us
But we can use your mind
We will bend your mind
we are star crossed lovers,torn apart by distanceand the fact that you may never
Approaching five revolutions around the star
O'er the great pond- I flew
To a promised land of health and wealth
A land of independence
A land of your founding fathers
But not mine
Windows of time,Pass through this place,A poem of history,Written on the walls,Marks of hate, and Lines of war,To every end to the left,and to the right,People to make resolution,
Oh sun, Oh sun
How he does rise
To watch the cheerful play,
See him illuminate the skies,
And hide before each day,
Oh sun, oh sun
What warmth he brings,
To ever leaf and flower,
And we are all but monkeys on a pebble,
hurtling around a mediocre star among the Quintillion others
in an endless black sea bigger than our minds could ever comprehend,
Faith: one motive, a solitary pebble,
minuscule in size, enormous in spirit,
burning the demon’s evil plot;
where disloyalty to self’s morals
crumbles like the Twin Towers,
the disrupted chariot as horses
Red and white litters the ground.
Footsteps make no sound.
In this month of April.
Upon this secluded hill.
Underneath a golden tree.
Looking at you searching for me.
A quiet breeze that whispers.
Who can think submission
so far to raise the white flag
to rage no longer against the enemy
allow themselves to be enslaved
by the enemy--perhaps forever.
who will give up their brethren,
Let's live until the end of the world.
Let's choose to jump
Or watch the world burn to its own undoing.
These are our own decisions.
So make your choice, take your pick.
This world is ending.
If war today is just a lie
And a eye for an eye
Makes two men half blind
And what if that lie cannot be seen
Wouldn't life today seem like a dream?
So i ask you the question of that doubt
Watching you from above.
Through your worst
and your happiest times.
Bursting with pride and hope.
But have you forgotten
what I have done?
Have you forgotten my sacrifice?
You'll be leaving soon
Off to begin the adventure of your life.
You'll be exploring the globe.
Ocean to Ocean.
Mountain top to mountain top.
Your book will reach to its final chapter someday.
Soldier Who
Soldier who trains all day and night
And counts the days until departure
who is conditioned and unyielding
who is a dog tag and bayonet
whose hair is always shaved
Love is everywhere.
Love is everything,
love can hurt,
love can cure.
Love can do anything.
Love can be given;
Love can be taken.
Love is not eternity.
Love is not forever.
Tainted, tainted is the light,
No more is it pure and bright,
Tainted, tainted as the night,
No one can see for it is dark with fright,
Scarred am I from battles and wars,
Recovery is not an option,
He said if not for God what is it you live for
I said I want to be happy
I said I want to be happy
I said I want to lie in my death bed with eyes barely open
and I want to be able to smile
Say this- was good
Somewhere in the darkness
A former soldier, if such a thing
Woke to glacier sweat sheets around him
A slight girl pressed against his bedside--
Through these blue eyes I see
The destruction if a war scarred land
By these cold hands I touch
The lips of those that have died
With this broken heart I feel
This world
Governments rule over the people
People lose faith in the power
They lose faith in themselves
Someone rises up from the fallen
And leads the people
Fighting for peace and freedom
An sky as tormented as my dreams
Screams yells and drowns its tears
Every lighting burns descending in rage
Thunder embraced in nothing but fear
Destroying the land even the world feels our pain
They say we are free,
If we are free, then why,
Why do we have men and women killed,
Is it really to stay free?
Guns guide your hands and feet
Your ignorance you breathe into the frozen air
The colors are all the same to me
But to you, it is war
Sheltered behind your branches
The fields of war, we all cry,
Let’s take a moment and take a big sigh.
This isn’t what life should be!
Let’s just get along, you and me.
Let’s have the peace fly!
War is nothing but a sad, sad lie,
Voices and ventilators echo,
Through suffocating hallways,
As I walk in a long beige coat,
My hair a shoddy bun.
Skin transparent,
Veins blue,
Blood burning,
Clawing to my center,
BOOM BANG, Bombs Away
Children want to play but not today.
Want to frolic in the sun, eat a hotdog in a bun
but if I go outside I'm done
Wish it would rain cats and dogs
You're a note sent from heaven,
To this battle field in hell.
I wish I could kiss you here
and the worries farewell.
Every letter written carefully
By a steady hand in ink.
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
You came back changed, I don't know you anymore.
You don't even know yourself anymore,
where did you go?
You left yourself across seas and he's scared,
it's just the wounds of war.
War, meaning to bring more gain,
only to cause much more pain.
Seeing the tears.
Feeling the pain.
Hearing the cries, the cry of war.
A child, climbing out of her broken bed,
Vulnerability drips like water over your frantic orifice,
Mindless mice in se ar ch of governing beings that display little attentiveness,
In no performance will the oppressed cower at the back of worded bars,
Time rewind my past tracks,
As I hurtle towards the future.
I feel the need to fix the beat,
When I cannot refuse it.
Limitations are a key confliction,
Being quiet restricting,
Do not worry now my dear soldier,
my hand shall always rest upon
your broad wide shoulder.
If fear courses through your brave viens
know that you will be safe.
Her eyes glistened from the tears
Spilling down her face.
She is forced to confront her fears,
Move against her own pace.
She lost him too soon,
Against her own will.
They'll look you in the eyes, "I'm different, please believe me",then they'll break you down,like mississippi in a spelling bee. You give someone your all,& tell them demonstrate what you can do.
Now all is through, the battle is over,
The en’my retreated and gone.
The faint bugle calls still heard from afar;
In the distance the fifes and drums.
Nearly all is still – deathly still,
shut them out, as I suffer to breathe
Where are the words?
Can we talk instead of scream?
My opinion remains unheard
The violent escapade
on the frigid ground, I laid
he charged at me,
Some days I imagine a field of glassendless and shimmering:whispers on the wind of the children who once playedof the women who once loved.Some days I imagine a sky of graynuclear ash
People say show your spirit
I say hold your glory.
However, nobody listens.
They say lets fight,
I say hold your ground.
However, nobody listens.
Now look what happened.
She makes her way around the grounds,
following birds and whistling loud,
she cherishes those sounds,
letting her know that its all safe around.
Soon enough the peace is gone,
a sudden scream,
An empty house, ancient and beautiful.
Stands regally above the lowly earth.
Shingles slither off, front porch steps crumble.
But the house has immeasurable worth.
Inside swarm ghosts, memories of the past.
Even if only until tomorrow
or even until next weekend
it never gets
easier.
You learn to cherish moments,
memories, time.
In the blink of an eye
they leave.
Strong enough to stand alone in a blitz
Bombarded...
Deception after deception after deception
It will never stop
It will never seize
It's life's cold hearted tactic made to rid of the weak.
Dark nights where pain resides
No where to run, no place to hide
A young child, a boy of only five
A young child, a boy of only five
The sun was shining bright
The morning he was alive
The sun suddenly set
At the time the soldier died
The grass all around
Is crimson with blood
The child walks through
With a crooked smile
A child’s eyes full of innocence and hope
dreams of growing up and finding his fame
A man’s eyes focus as he aims his scope
as he kills men in democracie's name
Little girl
don't be so blue.
I know what you're going through.
Going through alot of stress and
you think the whole world is against you.
But that's not true.
You're going through a storm,
If there were no rainbows, we would not have people quoting
that thing that people say, when they don’t know how to help
you but want you to cheer up- “everybody wants to be happy,
We won the battle.
We fought the fight.
We rode in saddles
Til' the end of the night.
The blood was spilled.
Boys became men.
Innocent tears filled.
Their dads, they wouldn't see again.
love hurts so bad when you feel as if your all alone in this world and nobody cares nobody wants to know you, love hurts when everyone puts you down calls you names, love hurts when you sitting in your room alone only your thoughts to keep you com
Live, laugh, love, have freedom
Walk, run, enjoy the sun
Be happy, be sad, be angry, go crazy
Cry, smile, hug each other
Sing together
Dream together
Feel each other’s pain together
Words are loaded, tongues are sharp
speaking bullets, missing marks
conversation in crossfire
tensions like we're in trenches
and still this isn't the hardest part
Dropping bombs, explode, remark
Horror is an empty word
Loss, Bereavement
Terror, Desperation
Torment
all are such empty words
There are no words
not in English, Arabic
Greek, or German
to describe
“Anything war can do, peace can do better.”
Then why have we been stuck in this war forever?
A war against each other, a war against ourselves.
I am Shapeless.
A Villian to an arching Hero.
I am a Pest. A Slug.
A Menace.
Forget MANKIND.
I am pushed. Punched,
tugged in all sorts of directions.
Do I have a mind of my own?
Again,
The cautious words i say, cling to your ears like clay, Even when they hurt like needles you hear them anyway, The efforts I make for you to feel as though you are the only one on this planet called earth, seeps into your heart like a wo
Tears, wet and salty dripping onto his shirt.
Her crying, cutting into his heart.
Hair, golden downy curls brushing against his cheek.
Her scent, a heavenly lavender aroma forever connected with the girl in his arms.
Every morning prior to the bedlam of alarm clocks,a smile sat royally on the throne of her majestic face.One arm thoroughly rested across her abdomen,why the other searches for an abeyant lover that
We flew over glistening mountain snow inside of a lost warWar with ourselvesWar with our mindsIn a worldWith a night skyAs black as coal
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Every minute, every hour, every day..I will stay... Right here patiently waiting.. keeping my mind busy, as to not always think of you...
He's one more night without his mom
He wishes she could see how much he's grown
The mom suffers the effects of a bomb
Desperate to survive and come back home
He hasn't written to her in a while
Because we inhaled
The tainted air,
The air provided to us
By the one above,
not God
But the dictator.
The only leader we have known
In our short lives
Because we inhaled
This world's gone crazy it seems,
Everyone's wrapped up in celebrity dreams,
While just down the street, another child starves,
No one paying attention, drowned out by the sound of the cars,
He was mine
And they took him away.
They’ve already forgotten about me,
About him.
A flash of army green
A spark of fire
The sizzle of sand
He was gone,
They took him to a place of war
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
An indifferent, icy machine churning out
masticated bones..ruptured hearts...tarnished souls.. weeping blood
The red of the red white and blue carries a burden of blood
Unity breaks equality
War was never my friend
it is a dispute I do not understand
It almost brought me to my end
Who are you brother
We look fairly the same
When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower
Rooted deep in the heart of man
It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun
Urging forward the time for murder and creation
He steps off the plane,
He's finally home.
All is quiet,
No blaring guns and,
Exploding bombs.
The silence is unnerving.
Eighteen months away,
For the first time,
The woman stood in front of the table,
her sad hands holding his flag.
It's days like this that when she can't cope.
She can't seem to forget the day they called,
informing her of his death in battle.
Feel the adrenaline through my veins,
the passion that flows through them.
Master of fire and the flames,
perfecting the art of how to use them.
The sound of my knife on my board,
Through eons ofdestruction and death,right and wrong decisions,it all leads up to here: an endgame.
I dodge, run for cover
As my fellow soldiers fall around me
I escape only by the hair on my scalp
Bullets swiftly streak past me
Hunting, pleading for a target
Bombs explode, the ground erodes
I saw youamongst thechaotic pain andblind hatredthat seeped intothe earth.The earth wecame from.I saw youwith that swordin a loosening grip.A grip that didn't
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
An old man in an old field, weary, beaten, broken
Soft breaths so shallow, so deep, whispering words seldom spoken
Eyes closed, fluttering, still
Blind to the field and the night's cold chill.
Flying wingless I rip the skyGuided by voices that silent cry"Pending orders, standby, standby,Wait until there is reply.Orders received, confirm, comply,Coordinates given, received, now fly
I lived as a child.
I grew with my mother's love
and my father's protection.
I wasn't "right" in the school's
perspective of expression.
I was downgraded by my words
and was labeled without proof.
Black runs like the river
Mixing with the fallen red already on the ground
Swirling, eerily, on the black pavement
Clear drops fall,
Some the pure of rain,
Others heavy & laden with salt
Oh little girl,
Radiation of light exudes you
Hymn of twirling birds surrounds you
Blooming to a new you
Healthy pedals and a stem
Elizabeth before queen
The big apple, eaten to the core
Social destruction, conflicts arise
Pathological behavior, responsible for demise
Money spent on weapons of mass destruction
Lives are lost, a significant deduction
Taken by surprise, shock fill my veins,
right here I stand, staring towards the crashed plane.
How big is that hole?
On that plane, one building to many souls?
Aas that an accident? a possible mistake?
Blue.
Blue the drum, pitch and pang,
Steel-stain rim, resounding clang.
That which stirs the thoughts and actions.
Haunting sorrow, dire factions,
Resounding near, far and wide.
A giant slumbers in plain sight
If they knew they wouldn’t fight
When they reached the limit though
It was fast and they were slow
The awful death soon came
History is the past reflecting to the present, past memories recorded.Sometimes it’s regarded as credible and other occasions, farfetched ideas made up distorting it; the Truth.
I was born into a world in which I don’t understand,
A metaphysical dilemma portrayed as wonderland.
Consistently told what to do,
But we call this the “land of the free”.
If these shackles weren’t holding us,
Limitations of mortal,Being dead discoveries one own ability to manifest literally,The physical plane proceeds dangerously,The Spirits of the unknown are shadowy,What is milk and watery,
She let her heavy eyes sink closed as the salty ocean air washed over her, enveloping her in it's cool embrace.With each breath, the darkness inside of her melted away. But just as quickly as it left, it returned, crawling it's
Nothing was simple, not even before.
Unanswered questions appeared at the door.
For months nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
But we sang about peace, just like children.
Anticipation grips the air with unearthly forceAs the opposition stands with ready armsThe goal more than to inflict just harmAn ink laden sword holds more weight: endorse
Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
Kin has served World War I till now,
On the battlefield for that single vow, freedom.
Mundane citizens as you and I,
Sign their names and legacy in the sky.
Camouflaged to defend their home,
Our fathers’ dream has been realized Here we stand, America the greatOn democracy but still not finalized,As we are ever changing, no end date
See the anger,
the hate, the pain,
the bodies laying
where they were slain.
See the blood,
the guts, the gore,
riots and battles
from shore to shore.
Set the fire,
Sweat pours down bodies in streams,
Blood is caked between the toes of feet,
Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.
Swords doused in red ink,
Shields reflecting the suns gleam,
Cry out your call,
The women come after a day of battle,
With myself, of course, the forces inside me endorse me,
I yell out of my mind, shouting obscenities,
SHE woke upTo EXPLOSIONSbursting her earlobes …Gun shots brought her to a state of CONFUSIONAs time SLOWED Then stoppedThunder crashing, people gasping, CHILDREN cryingWhy must we WATCH themslowly Dying, fighting, HOPINGCalling out to a world tha
Young men—on the brink of
legitimate adulthood—standing in a line.
Guns cocked, polished shoes planted
firmly on the German soil.
Make us proud sons.
Tell it as it is.
We have multiple ethinicities.
Multiple sexualities.
Multiple religions.
Multiple desires.
Multiple needs.
Multiple looks.
Multiple situations.
We have one thing.
When sin overpowered,
Lies broke lose,
Noting on Earth
Was left to lose.
(chorus)
In one hour,
Everything can change.
In one day,
Noting else will be the same.
And to know
Fight through the pain now
Don't give in to the night.
Take your last breath while standing
Let strength be your fight.
(chorus)
Lock-down 'cuz we're loesing ground
We are the Best
The Bravest
At least that’s what is said
Over and Over again
Even after our Last Breath
War is a terrible monster,
it devours everything in its path,
and leaves only destruction and ruin behind.
War is like a spider,
it waits for countries to become ensnared
International relations
Nations
Gnashing their teeth
Stomping their feet
To the beat
Of peace
They hope to find in signed
Treaties
Replaced
By declerations of war
Stirring up unity
In a universe
That exists today
Inevitably will obliterate
For this too shall pass away
A kingdom stretching across the sphere
Authority’s on different feet
They see pain and suffering all around,
And pray to ease the yolk,
I see another pack of noodles,
And just another bottle of Coke.
They see hypocrites and liars,
Fighting for what they know is right,
Man's world unfolds fool's gold
and wild vanities untold
The sake of being pious is valued at minus
Ruthless is cherished as highness
Brandished guns and sharpening knives
How can you love someone you know you aren't suppose to?
Yea, I'm talking about me I just don't know what to do.
The love is so strong..
but it seems SO wrong.
How could something that feels SO right be so wrong..
Young and innocent at 17 years old
His life and fate stands in the hands of a man so cold
Mis judgment of character and based upon looks
Zimmerman took it upon hisself for the life he took.
Why did we let the ocean die?
Why do we allow children to starve?
Why is the world at war?
Why can people get away with murder?
Why are we running out of resources?
Why are we killing the forests?
How could you fight the unknown with no remorse?
When they are simply… the unknown?
Like in wars, or battles
How could you go about, scream and shout, over people you have never seen?
I love you
So much
That i care
About you
My love for
You is
Like the love
I have
For my family
If anything
Happens to you
I will
Cry so hard
There’s a sound of broken glass,
A rush of fear and the sound of dogs.
Our silence is deep,
But I know it won’t last.
My mother said a bad man is in charge.
He wants to hurt us because we’re Jews.
TO arms my brothers and sisters.
Rise and sound the drums of war!
It is time to tear down the cities built on the back of our ancestors!
That thrived from their blood, sweat and tears.
Stop the crying
The bleeding, shouting—
I can’t sleep.
Oily unease bubbles out
My knees grow heavy
Throat cluttered by horror, undigested
The buildings alight across the city
My silver cloak, like molten steel,Draws swift the eyes of sons of men.If ground is sea then I am keel,And speed is well within my ken.
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back.
My companion to my left: Richard, I think.
The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
This is why i write, to figure things out, to question myslef, society and the world around me and ask, what drives us to madness? What is the seed planted, from which the flower blooms?
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Long ago in the old folk’s place
A boy with innocence on his face
Came to knock on the gated door
The man behind it saw a child there
With blue eyes and mussed blonde hair
Dressed in army greens
Brown boots, tags around his neck
Finally he’s home
No trace of a smile
He is very different now
Finally he’s home
He was in the field
You may be overseas but you're still in our hearts
We're not together now but you consume every thought
There's not a day we don't wish you were here
and every night is ended in prayer
for you
Shells bursting is the only din.
The dirt launched up from the moist ground.
My vision is blinded by the light.
I must withstand. Even despite
The fact that I cannot be found.
Our world revolves around the East
where some grand scheme of politics has hidden the Great Beast
tame your insanity, hating right-winged skeet
your battering wings pattering on innocent halo wings
My heart shreds in two
He promised to come home
But who knew it was a lie
I heard the military band plays its song
I felt the tears and pain from my heart
Will I swell, like the carnivorous actions of a tick?Does that make me the enemy of man?Do I hunt man?Hurt him, beat him, leave him in the destruction that is my wake?“Man”, that word it resonates with fear
Sultry black velvet skyBedazzled by the winking of starsAs soft and mesmerizing as the memory of your hands on my skin
When it's cold in the night we shall fight for our rightWe want shame to be goneFrom the land of the lightThe queen of the night is afraid of our might She teaches us the Qur'an Indeed an evil sprite
War; what is it good for?
Land mines and bombs on time
P.O.W’s with their backs to the wall,
Killed them all.
Machine guns...
Take me back to a place worth seeing,
these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings,
we cry out to hear an echoes embrace,
for dreams laying hollow among this place,
Bells ring among powder's stench,
The cries of war surround
common soldier
as the men rush onward
in excitement and yell
But the opposition is fierce
and men fall fast
as straight as arrows
Common soldier obeys
Have I smelled an onion; is there one nearby?
Is the air so cold that it is causing me to start releasing water bombs?
You have scarred my heart.
Your mark is forever imprinted on my soul,
He took part in an act off delusion,
something that he was curving for his solutions.
Hypothetically speaking I gave him roses to match his questions, as his beacon.
But he tries to match his words with his reasons,
Though the walls crumble around us
Though our time may be but short
Though a thousand more surround us
And grim grows the report
Will you choose to stay here?
The choice is as you please
We didn't understand at first
The roar that shook the earth,
The roar that would tear screams from our throats
And shake the fear slumbering in our souls,
They come with thunder.
Footsteps shattering the
Skin of the world with each
Step.
They stand tall over their dominion.
Swathed in colors of their creed.
Red. White. And Blue.
As the sphere of hours, glasses of sand,
I have plenty of time forever
More I sleep with my dreams of what
Henceforth has idled and ceased.
Stand couldn't the copious ladies
Bring out the blades, we're ready to go
in the night, in the day, in the storm
the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light
you'll see him only if you look,
just like the Father, bright
Everyday is a battle, we wake up and arm ourselves with the fake smiles on our faces, true soldiers of love , our purple hearts sit on our sleeves, only to be broken, but trusting that our loved one won't, taking insult after insult ,hitting us li
Far in the distance
A war rages
Staining crimson upon the ground
Battle cries of victors and the fallen
With every slash and stab
A soldier thinks of his family
The ones he may never see again
That summer I had just turned nineteen
Is when I saw you in shorts of camouflage green.
You saw me when you were playing football with some pals
I am a voice of the shadows,
Forgive my hushed tone,
Because I am unknown,
Unable to waste away
But I am a voice unheard
Day to day.
No one can hear me,
But I can hear everyone,
Oh so clearly.
Dear God have mercy,
As the soldiers deploy overseas,
Think of the children,
Oh God, please?
At age seven the boy's heart beats, at age twenty his heart bleeds. Died in peril, not in vein, the young man's heart feels no pain.
Steady knocks upon the doors of the town.
Lest they know the reign ascending soon there,
But the silence grew where once was viewed dear.
They were lured away with but a gown.
The world is SPINNING OUT
I have no utter doubt
That history repeats itself
And its happening now.
Do you think for a moment
That this would not happen?
Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories
I don't solve the worlds mysteries
And I am not their story keeper
I am no mans scribe.
That is not my life.
A flag flying above the dry land
Is tattered by bullets and ripped apart
In the distance a person laying in the sand
Claims no life, no breath, no heart
But next to him, propped aside
Guns
Knives
Bombs Blood
If you want this?
You want to be Uncle Sams' son
Heat
Stench
Burning flesh
Hells just the begging of a war never won
What they don't tell you
When you become
Fought for by women and men
Now knowing how or when
These terrible wars will end
Families broken & weak
From the bravest to the meek
The future unclear and uncertain
Home to their loved ones or curtain
Rest now soldier your quest is put to rest
Bloody wounds ache in sorrow it'll be better for you tomorrow
You'll leave the battle field once in for all
He's waiting to take you home soldier hear his call
Stained
Laying on the cold war floor
I’ve bleed red, white, and blue
For you?
Can this be true?
America
I salute you
I chose to fight for you till’ kingdom come
Sorrow.
The sight of a mother giving birth
to a life that won’t live,
ending.
The wail that shattered the air.
Beginning.
The tears
on her empty face
drawn to a place
that is hollow,
I came to you one humid spring night
You taught me how to appreciate life, because
You are death and death is all I see
You are tall, dark, violent, endlessly mysterious but blatant with your lies
I don’t want to know how to win, I only want to know how to grow.
We swear that the tumor only grows on the Devil, but it grows on our Land.
Her soul was ripped of it’s property and we are ripped of our choice.
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world
Another life lost on the curb.
Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
Three words in.
And what do you think I’m going to say?
Tell you all my secrets...
Lie and say it’s okay?
There is no peace left on this woeful, wistful world;
There is no wonder we worry about wages and wars—
Wars to be waged.
Darkness and violence lurk at every intersection,
Waiting patiently to strike—
Pain comes in wallows
so follow with the swallows
I breathe this fire down your back and take you to the gallows,
forget you must, not love but lust
and all the roads you used to trust
Along the river I did sit,
Poised with pen and paper,
Prepared to write the stories,
The atrocities, the monstrosities
That had befallen many a soldier.
Song of an Unknown Hero
The war, it seems has waged its toll on me
there is no sound I'd rather hear than quiet peace
but only the Fates will tell when it's undone
until then I will just sing this simple mortal song
Wishing away my life to die,
Your one of a kind, I shall not lie.
My heart is heavy from love and lust,
Worth it or not, to die is a must.
To gaze at your face was such a gift,
Married the one, caused only rift.
Am I a bad person,
for liking a man in a uniform,
even though I cringe
at the thought of the material
giving way to daggers
and silver
bullets?
I feel like I am. My gut.
Oh my love, why have you gone away?
Gone away to another like me,
Off to Jasper Lane to see Katie Rose,
To hold her like you used to me,
To kiss her under the bright moonlight, but
Oh my love why can't you see,
And such was the day,
that America died,
when those who had served, fell, and protected
were shunned by those who they had defended..
Do you think the politics matter?
Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
Blood spilt on foreign soil,
Yet in safety far across the sea,
You mock the sacrifice for liberty.
Lay down your head and succumb to the silence
It’s only hell in this asylum
Hearing no whispers at night
As if it is your burial site
What is War?
To the average citizen, it is life and it is death
To the oppressed, it is a chance to stand and fight for your rights
To the blood thirsty, it's another circumstance in which to kill
Your eyes pierce through the air like
An arrow forced to hit its target a mile away.
Penetrating walls of air gusts in a perfect circle
Not stopping for a thought.
I am hurt and worried
I wonder what will happen
I hear gun shots, and bombs falling
I see you drop in a red, dark, world
I want you to stay, but you insist to go
I am hurt and worried
From the depths of hell, the Devil comes to play.
It's a game where there is no use in pray.
Where heroes dig their own graves.
And where the brave becomes slave.
All my life I have struggled
All of time I have fought
Every day a new battle
Every hour a new loss
I'm no soldier or fighter
Not a hero at all
Just a person imprisoned
In a mind not my own
Aware of what the future beholds,
I reach a hand out into the dark beyond.
Rising up from this earth,
Called my grave,
This translucent flesh
Rots away.
I realize I'm not alone;
The milling, the tilling, the toiling, the killing,
for nothing more than a shilling, a shilling.
Carelessly sowing, selfishly growing,
fearing the gale of a harsh wind blowing, blowing.
I dreamt.
with the man who had been to Vietnam
speaking at school
over the book he wrote about
war
I knew you
in your light gray ARMY shirt
pulled over the potbelly,
would be coming to visit
The Dementor you have
And the Dementor I have
Have stopped us from solving
Hungers from deprived ones,
Diseases not worthy to spread,
Revenges too unimportant to do.
One day, you and I should
Fight! Never Surrender!
Words of wisdom, words to live by,
One must lie and cheat to save the closest of friends
Red will pour into the streets,
Skin will cease to feel,
In the land of the dying.
They Say
They say we're doing something don't they?
In the news, on the radio
They Say our country needs us
right? right?
I've been dried in a desert of tan
The army came marching at dawn,
To the battlefield they were drawn,
The enemy came at noon,
Not wanting to get there soon.
Both sides stood, waiting for a command,
Muskets at the sides in their hands,
Papers litter the ground, strewn about in their haste.
Drawers left open, its contents left cluttered, searched.
Coffee filled the mugs, no longer hot, but frozen.
Brown plants in the corner, withered from life.
When confusion sets
And you lose your bets
The world blinks in stone;
When guardians fail
And morals pale
You think you're all alone.
When leaders fall
And sickness crawls
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential.
And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain.
There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
(poems go here)Pain and fear washed over the night
Tears rained down and blood seeped into the ground
Bruises and scars flooded their hearts and weakened hope
The violence erupted into a pool of never-ending pain
With the bend of a finger
Another man is dead
With a bend of a finger
He’s been shot in his head
When you became a man
you knew what you had to do.
However it was a choice,
I had no say.
The day you left sure was a hard one.
I remember waking up before the sun
If you look outside there is war, greed, selfishness, hunger, disease, sorrow, hate, death.
If you look outside there is hope, laughter, kindness, strength, healing, joy, love, life.
Beating to the core
Towards a betrayed Soul
Being pushed out into a sea
Of blood and grief
And yet no one shows empathy to those Who inhale these deadly blows
The sun rose red above the trees
As light spread across the field
Cropping up across the land
The shadows reluctant to yeild
A man stands guard surveying,
Watching out for morning's light,
When morning light cracks, my skull rattles to ear-piercing bebop saxophone
Prize-fighter in the corner, crave the bell, you pitbull,
crushed ankles will likely give out, useless things
Pressure
Wavering strength
Unknown territories
Unheard of weapons of destruction
Mass murders
Extreme losses
People in pain
No one deserves this
This is not sane
Whoever it was who said that war is heroic
Never stood in the midst of one.
Never felt the heat of a gun
Or heard the CRACK of bone
pierced by a hunk of lead.
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
Angels, as it is said, are here to protect,
To save us from pain, suffering and neglect.
My angels are here, on earth, across the sea,
Fighting for my country, for you and for me.
I don't understand
why the world is filled with violence
or why people hurt others.
I don't understand
why innocent men, women, and children are killed
when they had so much potential
I wrote you a letter but you never replied
And something was loosed inside of my mind
You can take a chance and call it independence
But you’ll be gone before your time
I am from the heart of the world
from war and peace
I am from the dragons blood
and from the lions heart
I am from the pines and the woods
whose strong and alive
I am from the sea and the desert
My conclusion, revolution, only solution
Government pollution, prostitution, no given restiution
Conisistent years of slavery, soliders die from bravery
Veterans don't get the respect for what they get paid to see
Im about to get to writing
Tired of the wars and the fighting
I’m ready to make a change
Underage, strike like some lightening
Tired of dividing
They just wanna conquor
More interested in Jersey Shore
If anything is free in love and war
then you and I will always soar
to the sky and then beyond
together forever and even more
who knows how long this bloom will last
but to know means that it went to fast
Countless words are left unspoken,
Tiny children’s hearts are broken.
The moon is faultless, bright as day,
Whispers are heard from miles away
People lye silently, afraid to die,
One brain for admission
Two to commence the submission
Three for a laugh track
Four the media is out of whack
Bashing is on my resume
You want my soul, how much will you pay
The Hike:
The sun is shining, but your sight is bleak.
Stepping over stiff’s, as if they are a pieces of dog crap on the side of the shallow creek.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
-Limbs filled with bruises and scars
Tears run, Blood flows…..
Who said it can grant wishes?
Up above the world so high
The roses are bloody
The violets are brown
The people are dying
Because of the crown
The King has no power
When next to the Queen
She orders the kills
And looks out on the scene
The people celebrate,
The bells ring loud,
dancing one every street,
what a marvelous crowd.
The politicians jest,
reelection assured,
with their very signatures,
the nation secured.
Prisoner of war,
with brothers not found,
to your servitude
we are forever bound.
Your strength we admire,
for it is not abound
in the men and women
at home safe and sound.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left.
To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why.
Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
In one minute
many things can happen
choices are made
deals are done
decisions are reached
and life changes irreparably
The knives serve as reflectors tonight
I watch the moon’s transitions imagining
you sleeping elsewhere under the same stars
Fear grips chests as sound explodes
Hands shield ears the best way they know how and adrenaline spikes ur blood
Fight or flight kicks in but ur mind was already convinced there was a fight to be had
Forgetting is the fire that burns down the building
It is the one drink that flips the car
Forgetting is the trigger on a double barreled shot gun
A tec9
A rifle
And a pump action shot gun
Two or more people disagree
Both want something
Leaders want to fight
They gather thousands of troops
I dreamed I was a monk,
I dreamed I was a man,
I dreamed I was everywhere—
everywhere became what I am.
I have seen things in war, child
p l e a s e all long and
strangely broken in the middle
M o m m a
the same
rain falls in a tear-like way
pouring words we dare not say.
when Glory’s gone and Pride’s away,
Sin and Grief are all that stay.
You know that girl you talk about? The one that raises her little sister.
Her mom is fighting in the army.
You know that man you tease behind his back? The one with a missing leg.
He lost it in battle to defend his country.
Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west?
Why so much pain that no one should endure?
Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Raging under a constant turmoil
Dealing with concepts so foreign
What are the Taliban, ak-47s, and fear?
As a child I did not understand these things.
Please Dad, come home.
Only one answer.
Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west?
Why so much pain that no one should endure?
Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
I want to feel how i did that day.
in the late nights of may.
I striped of the meat of chickens.
to barbque the meats.
Then I removed the feets.
I made good late night meals.
Her piercing charisma inadvertently negates my indomitable fortification like an oblivious butterfly mocks the opulent structures of man by its evanescent fluttering.
No surgery
Lost limbs
Give a leg
Then ask of him,
Restore my sight
With nothing to hide
A green meadow sprawls out before you,
a crystal blue stream slicing it perfectly like a knife through butter,
dots of yellow alight themselves on the tops of the grass,
winking at you in the wind,
(So many years in this,
Everyday I’ve lived to kill
But when one of my brothers fall
Another war has begun.
The wings of the chopper beat steadily, increasing adrenaline
As the heroic troops creep stealthily, gunshots are fired and
Its as if each step taken is a step closer to danger.
I’ve got a noose around my neck,
And a fire outside my door.
I’m about to dangle in my distress
I’m on the 107th floor.
They say:
Stay there, we’re coming.
We’ll be there soon and,
Actinic gargles and burps from laboratories,
Their chimneys smoking out lethal heat,
Lashing the winds with acidic whips,
Inside boil synthetics neat,
Green enough to melt your meat,
The valleys and hills, tumbled and tall,
With ants that scurry up the wall.
The red ants march, bold and pride,
While the black ones live in lies.
Castles built under the ground
A story about my Uncle Sam who doesn't seem to get enough money, and it's hurting every single person out there.
Support. Strength. Faith.
The belief in a better future.
Keys to action.
Keys to reaction.
A dream. A leader. A desire.
Keys to revolution.
Keys to change.
Shush, don’t say a word, just let it happen
The boot doesn’t hurt that much, and it’s cleaner then people make it sound.
It’s easier just to let things happen.
Right?
This word burns as it rolls off my tongue ,i can feel my ancestors being whipped as the 'r' forms on my lips i can hear the cries as soon as the 'a' drops out my mouth ,this word hold so much power it hold the tears of my genealogy it's been the
I love when our eyes collide,
and the time afterward when the awkwardness subsides,
I gaze into the blaze of your iris
Inside, where truth lies
America would not be America,
Culture would not be Culture,
And half of us would not Be here,
Without Our Civil Rights.
Do not disregard me,
for I am still the same brother with which you stand in arms with.
Forming chains to stand against the infringement of rights and ineqaulity, alike.
Every day and every night, we rally for the same end.
Men killed in battle on a sweltering day
Fighting for our freedoms, no matter what we say
Killing ruthless terrorists
There is no such thing as rest
For our men and for our leader.
I was judged before I even came out my mother's womb
I was counted out and scorned despite my inner beauty
All thanks to Jim Crow
Thanks for your ridiculous laws based upon my ethnicity
(poems go here) Not in a thousand years did I think I'd find someone so utterly and completely perfect,
Someone who makes me feel safe and someone I will protect,
Clink...Clink...Clink
Can you hear them?
Clink...Clink...Clink
Can you see them?
Clink...Clink...Clink
Can you feel them?
Those chains
That everlasting bondage that keeps us unchanged
To control your slaves, make them hate each other,
And guaranteed, they will continue to for the next hundreds of years or even thousands.
Has slavery really been abolished?
The world is on fire
Amongst all the lies
should we give into desire?
For what do they yearn
leaders so greedy
can they not see us burn?
As I walk down the street
I see children playing
innocence.
They don't care about you're
race, gender, or difference
acceptance.
During a horrific war
That divided our country in two
Abraham Lincoln freed all African Americans
From their chains of bondage
It's like this
so quickly we miss
what things we try to remember
the things we have forgotten
and so I look on over the lives of those age has forgotten
Greater peril awaits thee if a choose to fight for us
For I am not liked – my natural devil formed in birth.
So they say.
Welcome to this place
Where judgment is our game
We'll chew you up and spit you out
You'll never be the same.
Under one roof in a thousand years
A girl will draw what she sees
What was once green was now the opposite of plenty
The nations had squabbled from the East to the West
Each wanting more for the people they blessed
Beckoned by a lingering tale,
Told countless times before
She held her hand across her heart,
And heard his words once more.
The silence in the morning air
Hung tightly like a shroud,
As we walk into the line of fire
Memories start running through our heads
Some of us remember playing with our kids
Others seem to recall when they themselves were kids
You see her
She’s 16
The prodigal age
The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph
She reads to escape unpleasant realities
She writes to express deepest desires
I am so torn
Like aborted babies that aren’t born
Separated and thrown into a furnace
To be burned up because of people’s purpose
To reign as kings,
Though he called them gods
Little g’s
I’m sick of these family ties holding me back,
And if I ever tried to leave you’d be right there to put me right on track.
Chastise me and ridicule me for everything I lack.
Ask me how I am I’ll lie and say I’m grand.
A droplet drips down
Ruby red and perfect
Falling from the wound
Of the fallen man
Lifting his head
He tries to stand
But, alas, he can't
He is a fallen man
A river runs red
Blood soaks into the ground
Aided by the rain
Corpses litter the field
Bodies with faces
Life lights their eyes no more
What's that young man's name?
No one is sure
My Dear Love,
I don't mean to be crude
But I feel it my duty
To tell my story to you
If you could be so bold
To not shed a tear
I will be in your heart always
Fighting with your fears
There it is, in their eyes
When they look up into the once torn skies
They see what we hope to never see
Lurking in shadows but praised with pleas
Battle torn fields and red smoke filed nights
Thought to be a normal plain Jane day
Cali, Columbia in beginning of May,
uprooted and thrown like a weed in the garden.
Squealing sounds derived from son’s mouths,
waiting to be told we’re moving out.
Rain slithers along my body,
Mixing in with the blood seeping through my wounds,
Smoke filling my lungs as I make a run for the forest,
Bushes consume me,
Soil soaking up crimson,
Droplets staining the grass,
Have you head the news today, If only we could close our eyes and wish it all away, slowly our world is drifting out into the fray, you must promise that you will stay, we fight all these battles, but can you tell me who has won?
Words are hard to find,
When you are overwhelmed with emotion.
It seems so hard to process
A soldier’s love and devotion.
Fighting for our country without a second thought.
Their families left behind,
She refuses to be here, yet she doesn’t want to leave
Her heart has sewn itself onto her sleeve
As she fights to keep her emotions inside,
Hunger, starvation
What I wouldn’t give for the sensation
Good, bad, any feeling would suffice
Or, better yet, to sleep forever would be nice
For longer than I care to remember I have been numb
Don’t, Don’t
Can’t, Won’t
You’ve used every excuse more than once
But I won’t forget
My vow above all
Against you I promise to bear a grudge
Is it right?
Is it rational?
I don’t care
A battle scene,
A terrible war.
Does this seem familiar?
Has it happened before?
In the midst of the battle,
Both sides losing ground;
At the same time, on each side,
A man is hit down.
The gentle rocking of a
heavy metal coffin
rocks her to sleep
Instead of the pleasant
beat of her child’s
heart.
His heart stained the floor a dull red,
While his breaths escaped under his bed.
Valiantly he fought the war but wound up dead,
Although the war was only inside his head.
Swords clashed; dragons spit fire.
I will salute !
But I will not shoot !
In war we hear soldiers Roar their last words
And shooting was they last verbs
The screams of bullets pierce the sky,
As sounds of suffering resound across the night.
The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?"
Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
It's complex and growing, alive
A breathing thing
That was suffocated for many years
Cut with words
Lacerations deep from childhood wounds
But growing: through days together, drives for errands
As blood sprays the ground,
I stand,
Gun in hand.
All I see is death;
Now that I’m here,
I am in this war.
Do not put down my ideas,
Just because you do not agree;
Do not shun me,
Just because you refuse to see;
Do not attack me,
Just because our thoughts differ from each other;
The truth lies the best.
For example,
Your textbook says he died
as a challenger of the lady giant,
welcomed to the American Coliseum,
but sir, that is not quite the case.
He died
I hold in my hand, a world of peace,
A world that’s filled with love.
Where thoughts of war have fully ceased,
When classmates won’t fight, push or shove.
