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Death Metaphor Poems | Death Poems About Metaphor

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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Indian Ink

“Indian Accent”

Hear the whispers inside

Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies!
Voices falling from the sky
Rising hymns release ancient demons that cling to the soul

The darkness dwells under gentle moonlight
Ancestors of the Spirit World,
Exposing Indian hands that weave native smoke into the air
Their spirits taunting burrows from the muddy Earth
Moccasin makers rise from underneath
Guardians of dream catchers
Smooth thread from the outer edge, bowing heads.
Luminous gems of ivory,
Chasing a florid kiss.

Through the winds of enchanted drums, voices cry out for rain.
The hollow chimes mesmerize  
An ancient rage begins to flare
Stale madness, 
The spears of the perfumed buffalo skin pierced my senses
Removing the veils that cover my eyes
The hands that cover my ears
Washing the scalp that bleeds on my face
They collect tears from memories of the past.


Raven silk braids, feathers fall from my hair.
Dancing in a horrid hallucination of Peyote,
Waking up from the “American Dream.”


By; PD

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.

Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014

Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren


     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
All results of

Details | Elegy | |

The Death of Light

Once again befalls the night,
The birth of dark; the death of light.
The shroud that veils the light of day,
Of silk and lace does lightly lay.
And so the mourners straggle on
Each waiting for a coming dawn;
Yet this is not a common night--
T is the birth of dark...
And the death of light!


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened


Details | Lyric | |

A Butterfly Inside --The Butterfly Flutters By

I feel a butterfly inside;
Its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
Prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
Gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
The barred' cage is flung aside
And airy wings lift toward the skies.

I have felt this graceful creature 
Flutter faintly deep inside;
Then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
Will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly 
To show its colors multiplied
And wing its way through azure skies.

The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
The throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
Is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
No more its wings will tightly furl,
But lightly spread upon the breeze 
Their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
The butterfly flutters by the world...

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Hammer

Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.

What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth a lot,
Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot.

Let's start again, I hear them say,
Let's start again, another day,
Let's make again, what we made before,
Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor,
Lift the cross, up on the hill,
Load the guns, to fight and kill.

Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left,
Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf,
You thought that, I was a soldier too,
You thought that I said, I love you,
But I tell you now, and I tell it true,
The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell,
Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell.

What you thought, was silver and gold,
Are ashes and dust, on the open road,
What you knew was good, what you knew was true,
The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew,
The very memory, of hope and despair,
Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare.

The empty hole, behind the clouds,
The music and the laughing crowds,
Are dead and gone, have faded away,
As a new sun rises, on a bright new day,
I tell you now, and I tell you true,
As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you

Details | Quatrain | |


Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual

Details | Free verse | |

Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.

Details | I do not know? | |

love is a poison

love is a vicious posion
 that has no comparison.
 the black death, aids, cancer, ebola
 are not even close to its ranpit death toll.
 homicide and suicide follows this deadly
 mind configuring disease.
 Given in the right dosage 
 It is harmless and offer cures to many
 diseases that pre-exist.
 Given heavily, an overdosage offers
 adverse reactions and deadly side effects
 when a person is force to go cold turkey.
 It spikes up jealousy, envy, rage, depression,
 and madness like no other posion on earth it
 spirals out of control.
 The poison affects first the heart 
 when it is first introduced to the body.
 when it is suddenly taken away 
 the posion migrates to the brain.
 where dellusions festor and revenge
 becomes inevitable.
 uncontrollabe rage takes over the mind
 and harbors itself deep into the brain.
 where it grows to the point of hostile takeover.
 the host suffers from great depression that turns
 into suicidal and homicidal tendencies.
 without the proper anti-venium the 
 ability to restrain because weak.
 the drive to live becomes no more.
 Purpose of life
 becomes meaningless.
 death plagues the mind and
 a life or lives are taken.
 blood spilled over passion, desires and love.
 love is a poison
 that noone can outrun.

Details | I do not know? | |

To those for war

Paddling through a river you made.
Rowing to your success & fame.
So row!
Paddle through the blood,
The blood of your countries sons.

Watching your people try to swim.
As they fill the river to it's brim.
So stare!
Watch them create the river you row through,
Rowing through all their blood.

Planting your countries flag into a generation.
As you land at your destination.
So sow! 
Plant the metal pole through the shriveled corpses,
The corpses of a dead generation.

Hearing the mothers' cries.
As they stare at all their sons' lives.
So listen!
Hear the tormented wails of agony,
Agony caused by your greed.

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Water Being Cleaned

The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body

The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip

The farther
It traveled
The less germs

And death
Were there


(This is also a metaphor for sin.  The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay.  Of 
course, we can repent but the results lingers.)

Details | Free verse | |

The Dark Artist

A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story

Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing


Details | Dramatic monologue | |



With the open, naked eye,
Pure death approaches!

Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around.
Abuses the whiteness, in which exists inside these sheets.
It can be the cost and the reason of your overdose in question.

Go ahead and dig your own grave.
I have already commissioned your headstone.
You won’t be remembered,
The aftermath this GHOST creates, will leave you babbling, even in your crate.
This is that whiteness you do not want to feel or taste.

Once he or she was a nobody, is now “The Infamous Ghost!”
The one that lives within your ‘Indian Hollow Walls.’
The Ghost’ leaves heat behind in your room.
It prowls around, leaving you within a near death experience every night.
This' ghost left behind will wreak havoc on your soul,
Shh! Listen to your walls, they speak quite a bit. 
Once you find yourself with broken wind, and watery eyes.
Do not think this is your maker in the process.
‘The Ghost’ with eyes so potent compels a numbing stare!

If there really is such a thing as reincarnation,
Then you had better think that this ghost was a ghost in its own past life.
‘The Ghost’ can have you breathing out tears so intense.
Leveling your entire room, with a moat surrounding your bedded kingdom.
Not even your frightened watery dripping eyes will salvage your soul.
Nothing will come in handy before you die.
‘The Ghost’ will incinerate on your obituary.
                 … It will read…

“There is nothing to Fear but Fear itself! “Said: Franklin D. Roosevelt!”
That, and the fear is all this fearless 'Ghost will leave behind.
 It will have you thinking in rational fear.

-Skat's Poetry-

Details | Elegy | |

Autumn Leaves

I first met Autumn when I was very, very young,
These maple trees were our favorite to play among,
as our laughter faded away with the falling sunlight.

blowing around her smiling face, like a flickering flame.
Her innocent voice still whispers on October's cool air,
near the place, where our lonely swing remains the same.

As the summer days said goodbye, and welcomed September,
Autumn was one of those whom you'd always remember,
her soul was as beautiful as the shining, harvest moon.


August, 4th, 2014

Details | Blank verse | |

Life Is But A Show

Life's a show, So when it ends, We all have to let go.

Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 

Details | Epic | |


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved

Details | Sonnet | |

Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

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Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings

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The Emptiness of Life

Oh how frail is the life of mortals
Look at how our tongue treasures the taste of food
Without oxygen we die
We sleep as though we're dead

I've seen demagogs rising and falling
History hasn't been fair to their very great powers
In our virtues, our pride lights our vice
Oh such hypocrites at heart

Oh how our desires hook us like fish bones
Into doom we gleam
Until we see our fragile weakness on Earth
True repentance is just a dream

I've seen the Light I believe
The truth of God who lived as man
His sacrifice made me free
Oh such a hope of eternity I share

Details | Sonnet | |


I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power

Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

Details | Rhyme | |

What Am I

What Am I?

I am long, dark, and sleek
I carry death and life with me
Others like me this I do seek
I can deliver death to those that I see

I have heavy doors; no windows thick 
I have a tail that is long and thin
I have a surface that is slippery and slick
Pushed by composite materials outside my skin

I have a sail and rudder but I am not a boat
I have fins but I am not a fish
I can swallow air without a throat
I can keep in the air however long you wish

I can not talk but I can make a sound
I do not travel fast but rather slow
I can see only the surface but hear all around
I can not travel high but I can go low

On the surface I may seem small
But I am larger than you will believe
I am teardrop shaped but not tall
Those I protect I hope soundly they do sleep

What am I?

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Promise

When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

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Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....

Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Details | Quatrain | |

Angel in Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.

My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.

His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.

The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.

Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

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Details | Free verse | |


Black memories
made it blind
White images 
are hard to find,
Pain... Emotions...
Hope... are Missing
My Mind, My Heart
are still not working

This is not a sin
for me, for now
but a solution
to make all things down

I wrote this dark letter
with a teardrops in each CORNER...
with a confuse body
that will  turn to SPIRIT later...
 . . .
I think this is the end...
. . .

Silence... ALL BECOME CLEAR...

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GREEN Chapter One

Lying in an ocean of her own blood 
drowning in her own blood.
Her lungs burning from the bullet wounds 
she never thought this is how her
life would end.  Her tears start to flow as 
she thought of the years she spent 
slithering with
snakes.  Her job at the BNB bank made it 
easy to launder money for the Black 
Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago on June the sixth that
 her life went to hell.  Upset at the thought 
of being late
for work Kenya floored the gas pedal.  
Weaving in and out of traffic hoping she 
didn't get a ticket.  
Arriving at the BNB bank right on time. 
Kenya rushed inside and greeted everyone 
with a warm friendly smile.
A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered the bank.  Lost
in his good looks Kenya had to find the 
words "May I help you?"  He introduced 
himself.  "Yes my name is Malik Maxwell 
Williams.  I would like to open an 
account".  "Mr. Williams please follow me 
to my office".  Malik was in Kenya's office 
for twenty minutes before making his 
departure.  Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik on a 
personal level.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 

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Rite Of Passage

We seem to have it all
As we want for nothing
In the darkness of the womb 

We are evicted into the light
Sadness, then happiness 
Unaware of the looming doom

We seem to have it all-
Sadness, then happiness
Cloudy-vorfreude abloom 

We hustle, we jump huddles 
We cry, we hate, while loving
Then the reaper to the tomb

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Something good

He wrote a poem in his secret pocket,
A wistful star like a speedy rocket
Ready to leave this planet intense blue
In search of other traces of life anew.
He remembered after mother had died,
In the cold touch ,stalagmites and stalactites cried.
Father and son felt a strong taste for sweets.
As in the sunset, the blind boatman meets
With an awkward touch the water`s ring
But generally they needn`t to eat anything
For a while they rested an extraordinary team:
Father insistently (sometimes boring) told him
All his recollections:childhood,war and the rest…
The son learnt them by heart, and later
He would retell them to father, even better…
One was on duty to wash the dishes;
The other tried to follow his wishes…

Their only joy was to read and read and read…
One had to cook at home ,and to bake the bread
In a bread factory:He was happy even when he was sad.
He could recognize each bread: All his loafs were bad.
He was like Chaplin in “New Times”.
He was speaking in figures and rhymes.  
He wore a monk beard and father was much more younger.
Looking through the window: grey hunger and anger …

At the weekend, he used to ask his father 
About the favourite meal, but rather
He would find a surprise the next day.
Each day was windy winter and grey…

Father had the same touching answer:”Something good”.
Solitude  was their common friend stealing in like a lizard,                                       
But, in the afternoon they played sweeping their courtyard.
They had leaves in autumn and snow in the winter.
The sky was grey without sun, the clouds were bitter.
Father was counting the leaves, in the old horizon
The son was painting the days ,in the cold horizon.

The war with the falling down leaves fighting hard 
With red faces like an inveterate drunkard .
And years after his father met his final hope,
The son would stop in front of  the sweets shop , 
Ready to buy recollections as Christmas tree sweets.

Details | Senryu | |

A Sad Thanksgiving Senryu

Somber Thanksgiving- Hospital bedside mourning The turkey has passed

Details | Lyric | |

Drifting Mainly

You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.

The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

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youth`s luminous graffiti,
drawn on winter`s wall.

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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

Details | I do not know? | |


Innocents is purity, which evil preys.
To endure such beings may leave one in decay.
Anger and hate will fill your mind, weakness seeping down your spine.
Fear gives in, you can not breathe and can not stand.
Darkness overwhelming with the end at hand.

A reaper comes to collect your spirit.
But on this day you need not fear it. 
A helping hand he comes to give, he sees purity and light deep with in. 
Pick yourself up young lad and breathe deep, your life has meaning if you seek.
Your mind is poisoned and your heart frail. 
Stay steadfast your light will prevail.

Your conviction is strong, it never falters.
Take your pain and build alters.
Around your heart to ward off the dark.
Your almost there, protect your spark.
From the evil that dwells in your mind,
Leave it there and don't be blind.

Enjoy the beautiful things in life.
So you may better understand your strife.
For the road to glory is long and treacherous.
Do not fear because you are dangerous.
Armor thick forged in pain, spear of light leaving blood stains.

Do not fear the beast with in, control it and give it name.
Listen to the vibrations, now take aim.
He is your spear, your love is the light. 
Protect the innocent and fight.

Glory comes, but does not wait.
To seek it out is to seek my fate.
Innocents cries, evil feeds.
A spear of light is what I will be.
Piercing the darkness of evil deep,
Until glory comes so that I may sleep.

Details | Rhyme | |

heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone

Details | Lyric | |

Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013

Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet

Details | Rhyme | |

Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done

Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none

With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load

Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater

Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none

How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death

Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today

Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none

Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen

The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight

Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none

I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here

But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years

Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none

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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

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The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
To the bottomless sea.

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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede

Details | Free verse | |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Time and time again

Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.


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Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life


Details | Rhyme | |

best left unsaid

like wisps of smoke whispering, flickers hope whistling, to misty hopeless whimpering
physically choked sickened, with too much oh no, sunny gone, downhill, wrong side like mono, life can be so cold, I heard the oboe solo, in the motherland flute plays you, ways of making waves and rays when oceans arent blue, monochrome foam the root here not beer shaking up a flurry of sparkles, tears in snow globes, three cheers I don't know, cause bliss can be addicting fixed on asphyxiating whilst in a mix of medicating, anything to ease what my pain is instigating, kill the messenger cause telephones are useless as they are insinuating

Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |


The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

More poems at

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The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!

Details | Free verse | |

Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.

Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 


and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 


that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...

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Assuage Life

I'm the One to who you should pray;
I'm the Voice that shall never fade away,
I'm the Daemon that haunts your 3am sleep,
I'm the Whisper that eases your weep...

And in this novella, your lissome dreams,
I'm your nightmare; your midnight screams!
- I'm the Yeshua that can make pain fade,
I'm the abolition of the razorblade...

Clad in shadow I stalk your soul,
Invisible but yet in perfect control.
Thus let my voice be your destination
Away from a world with flawed harmonization.

So why cope with a life so bleak?
which has done nothing more but make you weak?
Take my hand and I'll assuage it,
Follow me down to Death's tethered pit...

Here we are, welcome to the Abyss,
Don't worry about people, you won't be amiss.
Give me a smile, a shotgun smile,
Don't worry about pain, atleast not for a while!

Aw, how your mind was delicately bent,
Like the Eye on the Earth's breast you'll descent,
Deep in it's crust, to Oblivion you fell;
A warm hearted welcome to Lucifer's Hell...

Details | Free verse | |

You Can Be

What would anyone do
if I woke up one day
and decided I was
going to be the next
That I was going to steal my fathers gun,
and of course I start with him,
the feelings so rough,
tears bursting from my eyes.
I move on to my mother,
my brother,
my grandparents,
and with every kill
the emotion ebbs away.
Things get easier.
What would anyone do
if that day I
proclaimed to the world
that I no longer wanted to
live in this world?
I created the noose
from my old Playstation 3 controller cords,
wrote my last words
"To the world, **** you"
and made an ornament
out of myself on the
back of my bedroom door.
What would anyone do
if I decided one day that
The world is full of pixies and unicorns!
that everything was red,
oh but not the light fire red,
but instead the color of blood,
oh how magnificent things look!
I work for the trolls under
the bridge behind my house
he pays me in finger nails!
You told me I can be anything,
do anything,
so why do you look at me like I'm crazy?
I see the fairies, not you,
so who are you to say I'm insane?
They tell me I'm perfectly alright.
I never really understand why
people were comforted by such an obvious phrase,
I KNOW I can do whatever I want!
Just like Jim Jones wanted to
control and murder 1,000 people,
just like how the people of Rwanda
murdered each other;
brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other.
So what if I want to conquer china,
put rat poison in all the exports
and watch the world die,
its my decision right?
you told me so,
and I'll plead that,
I'll plead that you told me
I can murder the whole world,
start the zombie apocalypse,
destroy all animals in the world,
when I'm up in that electric chair.
Hello my future,
Good-bye Sanity.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Streetlight

You were a child,
without the hindrance
of responsibility
or doubt of what tomorrow
would bring.
A beast on the kickball
field, and yet a whining
baby when the streetlights
went off. Always fighting
sleep like it was the
neighborhood bully. 
You were a clown,
dressed like your 
daddy. Trying to
make your mother 
laugh like he did.
You got better at 
it every day.
You were a gift,
at least that’s what
your mother said.
And now she sits 
outside, on the porch
looking out toward the
streetlight. Waiting for
it to go dark, knowing
you won’t be coming 
You’re already there,
shining down from
a streetlight in the 
sky. Waiting for when
it’s her turn to come 
-James Kelley, All rights reserved.

Details | I do not know? | |

What is Blackness

What is Blackness?

Is it the colour of my skin that represents my mentallity?
Is it the colour of the crown on my head that shows where I reign?
Is it the depth of my soul's missary?
Is it in the contrast indicating my sanity?
Is it in it length indicating my religion?


It is the colour of the black whole I veiw from, absorbing all I've seen
It is the colour of my shoes indicating where I've been
It is the colour of death drawing me to live
Drawing stregnth from its nothingness compelling me to give
Up suffercating air that makes it hard to breathe
'Cause it the pure symbol of evel but in only God I beieve
'Cause it is the colour of the dreded hair locking brain in a weave.

Details | Sonnet | |


An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.

As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.

But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.

No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!

Details | I do not know? | |


The cries in the night as you shed your tears, 
Nobody to console and hear your fears, 
The nightmares as the take control, 
Now I shall show you my other face,
Let the nightmares take your peace,
Let the damnation steal your joy,
There is nothing left for you
There was never anything here for you
Death is a note, thats beauty is black,
As the fire inside let it burn you alive,
Death is friend that will take your pain, 
Let your pain fester, and infect,
Do what you wish before I interject,
Death is brother who needs your love,
The Funeral Pyres burn your soul.
Welcome to world where damnation reigns,
We all will die someday,
And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide,
Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note,
A note that rules you

Details | Rhyme | |

No Grievances Permitted

Spooling southward on shattered wing-
I ache to fold from life’s cruel sting! 
(I’d rather die, than say goodbye)
Because I can’t repent this suffering

(A reinvention of 'No Assembly Required')

Details | Blank verse | |

Black death

Black death

Death lives, tangled in the forest of darkness.
The black bloodhound stalks
the beasts in your dreaming.
The sun will be sucked from your sight
to blind you to the truth.
When evening retreats to darkness
beware of the ghosts of fear. 
Sleep in the wilderness of terror 
that haunts your forsaken ground.
The coming of morning’s spears
will stab your eyes with golden light.
The high sun of noon will fill your dark soul with life.

Details | Acrostic | |

The Signifigance of Living Corosion

Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.

"...I can feel my insides rotting..."

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Bazooka Joe is Gum - 1000 ways to die

David slings a rock Cop holsters a glock, Lizzie Borden packs an axe Mac he packs the knife, Billy battles with a club, Tommy’s gun is a sub Kelly’s got one too, Bazooka Joe Is Gum, Peter Gunn isn't,Colt45not malt Nor is it a horse, horseshoes & handgrenades, canons have big balls, Doc Holiday had TB Rock Hudson had HIV, James Dean crashes his car,Hank Williams crashes a bar, Natalie Wood don’t float, Cain killed his brother, Juliette drank poison for her lover, Rev. Jim Jones killed with cool-aid, Whitey Bulger he got paid,dead man walking gets to eat Rodney King got beat, Cupid’s arrow as Clyde Barrow, Mama Cass choked on ham 57,000 gone in Nam, Four dead in Ohio, Kamikazes fall 1941, again they fall 2001Iraqi leader with a rope, John Belushi too much dope, Charles Manson is alive MichaelJackson isn’t,Saturday night special is very ordinary, Fast and furious is the crime, Dick Clark just his time Pirate victims walk the plank, THINK, Next I’ll come rolling in a tank Hear the whistle of my missile Dirty Harry had the biggest The Derringer is small Smokey Bear forest fire Greek funeral is a pyre Too many +’s or -’s Is electric surges Woman and child sing the dirges Walking dead Are zombies Fat man and Little Boy Are atom Bombies

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parasites cause mental illness

the tarot is a story of the pharoas birthday
4 royal families in hiding to win a war as a gift.
satan was the pharoas name
jesus was sarge
mary the nurse
jesus was hired to carry out satans itinerary to abolish slavery
the death on the cross metaphor is a crime of the century to abolish torture
in the above mentioned way.

the royal curse
a ring of parasites
to get rid of the next...mice eating caterpillars in your body.

the davinci code reveals the bait and switch gimme drawing of the line known as halloween
the killing of kindness at christmas as to why the song and dance
the resolutions for change at new years, is the drawing of the line
realise your allie during valentines
buy your way across the line at st patricks day,
easter is a reminder to change the bait and switch of the name game of changing locations

the last crime of the century is a court game called the name game
why what is named after who where and why
kindergarden cop

our crime of the century is to mastermine mankinds good intentions and result in world peace
when the transaction of every dollar on earth revolves around peace not war, we succeed

global homework to act out the global survival of all worst case scenarios from every angle where the world achieves peace
then do them again
this ends up as a pancake breakfast where we talk ourselves out of a missile crisis

win war like they did in the old days
mark your enemy for death by making them stand out
rush them in groups of ppl and drive their noses into their brain

ding dong ditch is effective
random hey.

when was the last time you heard the mental health system cured someone of a parasite, like ring worms?
are they just waiting for the military to come home and convince them to take medicine
and use those buildings to hold prisoners of war?
practice makes perfect.

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The Order of Life

I'm really tired. 
Sorry that my creative juices are not flowing today.
Today is not the day.
 I'm just ready to hit the hay. 

Days upon days, it seems that I lag to say: Have a good day!
Perhaps tomorrow will be a different kind of day, 
where we sing songs about how Love Is Here To Stay? 
We should all be thankful how we live an ordinary life, almost every single day. 

Not counting the extra hours of sleep, especially on a holiday. 
What day is it today? 
Do you remember the phrases, quotes, lyrics, and cute things we say?
I know I'm asking much, but please hear the words I'm about to say: 
Will you be the one for me, the one who will love me on that special day?
Be my amor on Valentine's Day? Spend the rest of your life with me almost everyday? 

Experience all the joy and sadness whatever comes our way? 
Come What May? Or do you want to change the date to May?
But here you lay. In the Stone Garden I always pray, that we will soon meet, together, forever, celebrating A New Day.

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MLK - 1929 - 1968

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

they shot you down
all those years ago


your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome

(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

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I Am a Lullaby

I am a lullaby,
soft, silk sheets surrounding your ears,
such a lullaby
that sways the mind to halt its gears.

I am a lullaby,
the pill your heart swallows to fall asleep,
such a lullaby
that makes Death sing when it comes to reap.

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The world consumes everything
What I love, what I hate
What I am, will be, and have been
This paper, and these thoughts
It will all eventually sink into the
ever present swallow of death
The loudest of all Earthly echo
is legacy; What a man leaves behind
How he is remembered
The color that was seen
in his embroidered vision
The forgiveness of his touch
and the sincerity of his pulse
This is the soul of a man
The only impervious song
that can be strummed by flesh
unhindered by the blows of time

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Un grand pas vers le Bon Dieu

Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow;
He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow;
It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh;
If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough;
A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon
As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon,
The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass;
The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass
The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ;
From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns
The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm
Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm:
Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain,
 Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain.
That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes
Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies
In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose
The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues;
The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call 
 In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul. 
The step towards his heart and quickly her stop;
Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope
 Ready to caught a falling star still hoping
The crystalline tear prolonged dropping
Transformed in advancing recollections through:
Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.

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The Blade: Dull, Wise, Sharp, and Forever Heard

The stone, icy and arid He brings it to the table, all the while a fable plays in his mind He remembers a girl, a girl from long ago His blade in hand, shining armor dawned, He charges forwards, to save the girl, He slips, falls, his heel tender, his body is ill in ability He stands up, how can he carry on? His comrade tells him to carry on. And the stone in his hand becomes the instrument, the pawn. He slowly turns it over and over, and inspects it for scratches. Yet he has no intention for the stone in need of patching. He drags the blade over the stone, even amidst its plea for relief. There in the distance is the hill, the flag to capture. Oh how he tries, his armor’s shrill screams holding him back. All the while his mind screams for him to attack. There She comes, the night mature. She hides him in her cold embrace. Slowly he sinks, deeper and deeper. Till yet so suddenly, none can see his face. His face to fades, his intent for virtuous fight fleas faster and faster. There at home, a young widow cries. The Night Mother does not forget. Here the blade comes to pass to the hands of another, another tries. The Night Mother does not regret. The stone, now whet and tasked, lay drying, the blade is well. The man who carry it now, remember all those who fell. He remembers all those, His Night Mother won’t let him forget. He holds the blade: She holds him under her spell. How can he understand enough to regret? The Night Mother calls to the fallen of the field. The Fallen gather up, Gather up the Fallen swords they wield. Where they used to lay, The Night Mother called the Standing to praybe vigilant. There, the Fallen stay. And who, who of all, could call, call the Night Mother A Tyrant? Yet, there She lay, in her mausoleum. Where there is Her Freedom? What of her fallen? Sprawled and laying in the fields. There still lay, all the tools they tried to wield. The Fallen, how they cry out. How ever will the Standing find Out? Now the man with whet stone in hand, The sword of the Fallen on his shoulder, The cry of the unheard echoes throughout the land. Even the Fallen, the Fallen buried under the great eastern boulder. How can the Standing know what the blade’s legend was? The Night Mother, She has not left a witness among the Standing Yet, He Has: the blade amid the Standing.

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Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave

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omen of ruin

cold desolate abandon uninhabited snowing
      rain slippery icicles spike frostbite 
first month of year pillars of ice blind black

      black ice bad month first of the year
january gray shade screen canopy 
      frolicking jamming January boy birthdate omen of ruin
Penned on May 06, 2014!
For Two Haiku (Describing The Month of January) Contest!

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A Realistic Analysis

As I tumble through the sky,
I begin to understand
what it means to be in the
hands of God.
 It's about time
I came to understand this.
I relax, knowing
there is no defense left.
 Somebody else's project now am I;
or maybe none will do it.
Beyond caring am I.
Others will fret, either
 left without the pieces of my flesh
or saddened.

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I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Slow Death

It rolled off my tongue like a tumbleweed, 
and you stood there dazed. 
A disease waiting for the injection.
 I laughed. 
Not because I hated you, 
but because there was nothing 
left to do but watch the reality of
 the world sink into your bones. 
You finally understood why the 
stones you throw fall into the lake. 
Not because of gravity,
 but because they're old souls 
too tired of keeping their heads above water.
 Just like us. 
We were drowning each other. 
Maybe love is too dense, 
maybe mankind too shallow?  
Or maybe we're just a bunch of filthy 
 animals that should have never came up 
with such a fairy tale like love in the first place.
 But we did, 
and here we are in the midst of a chapter
 barely breathing between sighs 
that lie to us both. 
Bodies that yearn for one another 
knowing that we admittedly barely adjust
 each day to the other's mental inclinations.
 Heavy with lust our souls twist,
 bend, and almost break under the 
feeling that made them come alive. 
It has become an infection! 
"I don't know how I'm going to survive you."
 -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Even the Wicked

Shivering tinder, blazing breath.

Words whispered by ember’s death. 

The last gasp of the risen;

slowly falling unto tomorrow’s shadow.

Sleep comes even,

to the wicked. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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In Absence

Through the journeys
I have foreseen,
Not an answer
To be found.

And through the times
I have waited through,
Not besides itself
Had phased me.

Along the roads
One shall travel
Through trials

As mortality with
Sickle and stone
Shall take those
Beside me

Its horse in reigns
Ever comforting
To those
Without mercy

As soon
Absence shall arise
From what had once
Been time of suffering

Yet afar
One believes to run
To avoid
Such destiny

War had been waged
Against the inevitable;
A force ever

How polite of it
To resume after myself,

As its realm continues,

In absence.

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Flying out

I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,

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Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship. Potentially harmless. A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life it once had. Just past the corpse the sign comes into view: "Detour" The break up begins. No apologies, no explanations. Just maybe the wind.. it passes, taking no sides. Beyond the sign is a graveyard, holding silence. Holding the hands on a clock. Holding back all but that wind.

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touch the glass

My reflection,
Drenched in red,
Is an illusion,
In my head?

Could this be real
Or just a trick,
Blood makes the floors,
Really slick,

So if I trip,
And hit the glass,
The stain will smear,
As my fingers pass,

A bloody mess,
Is what this is,
But no one can hear me,
Ask what gives?

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Two mandarin oranges were both very much in love,

Two mandarin oranges
were both very much in love,
and the rolled together down a hill,
to the ocean,
and the sun was swallowed by great waves,
and these little oranges( who came from a tree-)
Danced together on a sandy beach,
and they were in love,
till a little girl, named "Death"
came along and took one of the mandarin oranges,
and Death stole away with someone else's love
and piled her away and eat that orange up in one bite,
and the other orange lay there
Summer, fall, winter and spring came over and over,
till the one orange rotted away in a distant land (somewhere-)


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born into hands lifting upwards
all praise the outside elements 
water behind the ears
water under my bridge
this river runs shallow
I build strength
I take flight
Now is the perfect time to learn
I have these urges, I fly directions
I make mistakes, I find corrections
I am almost on my own
I am still building
Who can lift me now? 
Pull ups and chin ups
How long will I ride the zenith
new projects to start
new lives to love
I am a creator
I am my own savior
This river rages on
When I cross many roads
these footprints seem old
Worn as a traveler 
who never went home
I fall down, and it's a hard return
Hands lift  me towards heaven
treading water thank goodness
this river is almost dry
upstream and back to sea
If I wasn't next, I will be
This I know certain

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Lightning strikes our mighty old tree
Smoke bellows and all do flee

Having lost their only known nest
They crawl to the old house to rest

Climbing up my empty bedroom wall
Gravity pulls, but no it will not fall

Seeking out the crevice and the crack
Spinning it's web and forges an attack

Not there to do anything wrong
Starting fresh and moving along

Bringing fear at its mere sight
Hearing high pitched screams of fright

The spider just trying to make due
Splat!! Just killed by the old ladies shoe

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Michael Joseph Jackson (RIP)

Wake me from my livid dream, stir my soul
So spirit may bring flesh to sense again
Transport me to another time, this pain
Will cease in that climate where we are whole
There the lights are bright upon the stage
And death is banished from youth and from age
            Truth alone endures asleep or awake, truth
            Alone will never change, love is a fruit
            Of enduring truth, and absence is pain
            Telling us the giddy earth is so vain.

Why, giddy earth, did you take him away?
Is your coffer of dust famished for clay?
His immatured manhood pure art became
His unbound spirit was the candle'sflame

          O giddy earth, you blew him out, no more
          This child, to moonwalk your flesh gritting shore
          He and Ben thought they would call you their own
          A promised to be there when I'm alone.

Who shall write from the lonely tree for him
Who shall heal the world's pride for us like him
Who shall dance to the edge of oneness still
O truth endure ... we are a fabled will

          Farewell Michael, great metaphor of time
          In all your gift the race was more sublime
          And we pray you will not fade from truth, we
          Celebrate your art, love your memory.  

We celebrate the joy in mystery lost
O art sublime tolls such a human cost
Farewell unfading genius and friend
Farewell guiding light none could comprehend.

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The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf

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Was it my morale sense of transgression that warned me about the way her eyes batted murder. Sardonic, tongue slapping amusement pinching her tongue of poison spit. Tapered elbows and teeth, malicious monster of snarled locks, her hair taut with rope and lace. Artistic powder to smudge forth a veil of charm and allure, it was all the flavor of immoral nature. Dread drain lurker for besieged veins. Red velvet nectar defining her gloss lips, in sadistic law. Pale armor of a cold clammy casing, she sundered the glare of the moon. She sustained a garlic tolerance, whilst hushing a waxen flame. Might I neglect the fact of my pin spotted throat? 
-Mitch Green 

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Today, I Watered The Plants

My eyes avoid…
Especially that one in the corner- It’s been watching me every time I walk by.
Seeping its way into the corner of my eyes, a lifeless green.
It sits in front of the window, forced to watch drops of water slide down the pane.
I hear it plead.
So I fill a cup and Pick withered leaves to prepare for moisten soil.
I generously pour water with a hum, as if I did it every day.
I envision a murderer watering roses on a grave she created.

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Shadows of The Shore

(This poem is about 3 years old)

Hear the whispers as the wind breathes
The world is but a lingering dream
Shards of reality from a deadened tree
Under the bridge you wait for me

Seeing unreal visions in the moonlit water
Dying is humanity, to a self-slaughter
Majestic sights of watching the fall
The silence only whispers death to all
The dreary mornings of a winter’s wind
Are dragging me further and further to the very end

Walking in the shadows of the shore
Haunting these dark waters even more
Illuminating the evil inside my head
Hallucinating the unreal, the undead

Lost in the vicious sea
Singing unto the stars
Please come save me
I have no watcher in the sky
No guidance, just a lie

Rain seeps through my brain
Flooding me with a sense of pain
Shimmering waves of the reflecting moon
Drowning every thought too soon
Gasping for a light of salvation
Swallowing only sin and temptation

Praying the death I’m awaiting
Cursing the life I’m debating
Sinking to the depths of the blue
Waiting in the black water…
For you…

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Bygone Days

The sick sadistic people that torture the kid
Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin
Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates
A time warp in his chest it elates
Swaying through time with no cause or mentality
He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality
Piercing his mind with no anesthesia
Mind caught in the lake of amnesia
Grasping towards another minoral fate
Sometimes in this bygone world its too late
Suffering a wraith in his vivacious serenity
So sad and unaware with no amenity
This boy has suffered for a time of days
Like most diverse and beseeching in many ways
But tampered with is his lamp of time
Puppet strings in his head now a mime 
The prescription of happiness is a lie
Bury the darkness as a maggot one day be a fly
This is the torture of a teen so young
Now no speech they take your tongue
Its over
Its over
Slit it in his own health
Slayed down for his enlightened death....

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Though love be a day

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
we shall grow a garden so full of beautiful violets,
the only flower that stands,
when love is laid to rest for eternity;

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
we shall continue to kiss,
till the gardens grow flowers blooming left and right
and a kiss shall be the only sweet thing for you;
though love be a day,
and death be an hour
not a minute goes by,
every second I never turn away from you
and kiss another.

Though love be a day
and death be a flower,
I shall pick those flowers for you,
when that day comes
when you are not with me anymore.

Shall I kiss your brow,
as you lay in peace and undisturbed beauty glories you?
There I shall pick a rose and place it on your bosom,
where I lay my weak head to rest every night
I spent with you,
and I kiss you- one last kiss-
and I whisper to you,
(though love be a day
     -and death be a flower,
       I shall grow a garden for you,
        and we shall kiss no longer)


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They claim thousands of lives everyday,
carrying out mass executions on innocent souls. A lot of training
is done in their secret hideouts - learning to make bombs, and shoot. They
do all this training not because of any forthcoming war, but only to annihilate
those who don't take heed to their code of living and believing. They
believe that by following their code, heavens will open the doors,
for their souls to enter. They are puppets being controlled by the code,
which moves their heads, legs and hands, using invisible strings......

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Remains appalling

golden grave diggers                                                                                                  they never will earn enough                                                                                    ghoulish disrespect                                                                                            -            -Thieves try to steal Sigmund Freud's ashes

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I'm all about Satanic Prevention

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Like a chain game
how one thought leads to the next
how one epic leads you to the next
one piece uncovers the next thought
but it doesn't matter to me anymore

I'll be dead soon
and this is my ghost
haunting you in this little world
for being soo smart
thinking someone 
would read between my words

but I'm told
cheer up
it's not soo bad

non existent crime scene
shhhhh...i'm giving it all away
but it doesn't matter to me anymore
because this revolutionary
who knows too much
sheltering the youth all about prevention 
you're too stupid to immerse yourself in and see through

Your metaphor for a prayer
reaching out to officials who don't believe me 
and if they do
can't do anything with my suspicions
so why does it matter
give up all my secrets right here
and haunt you 
as you go from link to link
p[age to page
and find the nothing of how i am something
and realize the maze of this place of dwelling
is not blasphemy

Do you need to slide sweetie?
are you haunted like me?
does your father seem like hes no longer there?
just where do we go from here
and hes fat but you remember how just a few weeks ago
he was skinny


I'm all about prevention
of satanic cult murders and malpractice and political wrong doings
sorry if i sleep through your chirping birds
and i'm lost in my little world
but one day you'll turn around and thank me
and i'll damn all the people who laughed at all my good intentions

but what does it matter
I'll soon n be dead
and this is my ghost here to haunt!

so figure out the puzzle
i tried
but you just did nothing
and i thought you d be smart?
like the people on the bus
like the college proffesors
or the detectives
or everyone else
they don't see i''m a visionary
a victom of too little too late

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Psychic message in the attack

24 says of obsession to cure us all 
gumming to death on a dagger of toothless bubbles 
meeting with another 
digital spirit guide whom I may never 
fully trust 
sorting out death who is sorting us out 
a gullible god who doesn't seem to care at all. 
Tricks and puzzles 
Royal treatments and the works 

Annointed metaphor realized, 
and the many masks of terror. 
Complaisant self-rejected submissive spiritual man ostracized 
tasting your dreams 
won't you come inside and smell mine. 

Learning to breathe waking from a nightmare, 
mistreated and defeated 
introduced to a life that isn't fair. 

Live around here and these groupings of colored houses, 
someone trying to find a place 
they can describe 
but don't know what party 
is waiting inside when they arrive 
Haunted houses 
children suffering inside 
threatened constant retaliation that the rich can buy 
another man's death and their own freedom. 

Grudge of love screaming what do you want? 
Vengeance not vengeful, 
and justice ill dignified 
cracking beneath the surface of the hypnotists 
that has the hypnotists hypnotized. 

Systematic tranquility and the law on the right side 
promise of equality meant to be kept 
not just showered with selfish lies to color pride 

Overheard conversations between the operators 
and many friends 
spy versus spy versus spy 
and the hushed conversations of the hundreds on the other end. 

Sirens circling of a tornado warning 
and flood towers receiving aid 
saddened and sickened I am 
by your blame game victim campaign 

Get off it 
stop the rocker 
and corrupted by lemon aide 
someone chose me to rightfully 
put the world in it's place. 

Now everyone worried and studying waiting for their turn, 
I click my pen, 
and you begin thinking 
of what it means 
to teach you how to hate, but never learn

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The place within the fire part II

and still nobody has a clue
i escaped and cheated death
they think i'm playing the system
but im truly insane
confused and terrified of this ghost hunting me down

the palce withing the original fire is a story 
not everyone knows
something you catch glimpses of only through word of mouth
there are few who know the facts
and less who witnessed its terror first hand
but the shocking truth is
not every metaphor of a prayer 
made by a player 
who has method to his madness
gets sorted out fast enough
when there is no witness protection program for those who know nothing

so my broken fireplace and the fire in the room
my chanting and struggle
the story of witches and dreams of prophecies and terrorism
even my resume
for i worked at a restaraunt called the flame

it was a protest
now its metaphysical chess
i did my time
played my next card
and im witing for my next turn to see how fate reacts
but soo far i know
i truly dont like this game!

the fire inside my soul burns everyday
if you only knew
if i could only tell you
if you only heard the voices and the whispers
the cackling witches and the smiles of the dangerous drug dealers

I just want them to know
i am sorry 
i am confused
i see it from the sides of all eyes of insanity and clarity
humor and tears
now i'm in the ghetto
haunting it
becoming the next ghost to save a life
it's like i really died but i only died inside

the broken fireplace 
the fire inside
the burnt offering of naked substitute teachings 
of alcoholic last names
of psychological warfared protest of drugs to save lives
you were my angel
i guess i was your demon
but no one but me really sees it from my eyes
about the story of the fire within
and all the things that were there