To Be YoungTo Be YoungTo Be Young49 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Simple youth wrought upon a summer's day
For the world, armed with wanton disregard
For a life to soon whisk us away
To concrete rooms where innocence dies hard
We are inside life's purgatory
One hand, wanting to crawl back in the womb
But free from this love, obligatory
Like the restless dogs howling to the moon
Ah, youth! Wherein love hurts so much stronger
Yet age, still, will envy us for beauty
But what use is a rose in times of war
For bullets pierce even Aphrodite
I am young for I, too, still cry to the moon
But I am old for I know that I will, too, die soon
Prologue of IgnoranceA realization of the method actor.Prologue of Ignorance3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could work out the impediments
Of the greatest show on Earth we call Earth.
The amateur actors we are don't look past neat little scripts
As if the roots of all this were codes in the dirt we can't decrypt.
What does a lack of processing make our diggers worth,
Especially when a lack of training makes them unsure?
Impossible to catch but you can always see the elephant.
Obvious in the room.
Yet the organized ones we play are doomed?
A sinking spotlight is a bright eye of the sun,
Disappointed at the lack of light dawning on us.
Neutral darkness settles like a new idea with nowhere to go.
Maybe that's why older thoughts get so much movement.
Hobby PoetryBlue and green, blue and greenHobby Poetry9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just can't find an in-between
With angry flames and silent gloats
They still stay at each other's throats
Up and down, up and down,
Just can't find a common ground
One must keep a watchful glare
And one's broken beyond repair
Blue and green, blue and green,
Their sneaky fighting goes unseen
The emerald flames get in her head
Replacing love with hate instead
Up and down, up and down
But who will finally wear the crown?
Opposing forces brawl all night
With no recollection of starting their fight
Blue and green, blue and green
Bound to each other by a dream
If she won't leave her foolish mind
A happy ending, they won't find
Up and down, up and down
If they don't stop, they'll burn the town
They're so caught up in having fun
It's hard to notice anyone
Doomedzombies packing, imps are ragingDoomed13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my pistol's empty shotguns blazing
a one man crew to kill them all
with demons blood i'll paint these walls
as i make my way through hell
which way to go i cannot tell
there's the exit, where's the key?
what the hell is fallowing me
i turn the corner death is there
my blood is splattered everywhere
it seems that i have lost this strife
good thing i've got another life
This Ends Now, AuroraOh, Aurora, how could you do this to us?This Ends Now, Aurora15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How we once own a home we live and smile.
How we once have good lives and some times to fuss.
And now you throw us out of this homely mile.
We have been planning a better place to roam,
To expand our family with more spaces,
Now you have evict us from our home sweet home,
As we reluctantly move with long faces.
Like a mosquito, you feed out more money,
Out of the pockets of my proud father,
It was more than you required us, honey,
And now you've become a heartless bother.
A good friend is nothing like you, Aurora,
You were first great until you feed away,
Your incessant greed made a scar, Aurora,
You've lost your trust and good image that way!
Your name will be remembered in different ways,
If that name comes back, I won't think of you...
I know you are no person by your dark ways,
Good thing we dispersed and will be far, too!
Living in a small nowhere-else we sure are,
But our lives are not completely kaput,
Hope will prevail and we'll live som
The Big PictureAnger has its own agendaThe Big Picture18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Despite all you’ve been told.
It lives for the sake of conflict,
And chafes at being controlled.
Hate hasn’t anger’s candor.
It’s more of a backseat scold.
When it’s alone it holds its tongue;
But, in crowds, it's exceedingly bold.
Love’s a mercurial creature,
That has plagued us since days of old;
Bequeathing the taste of ashes
When its ardent flame goes cold.
Me for the realm of reason,
Where emotions are mere fool's gold,
And rational judgments reign supreme
As impassive wolves in the fold.
The Truth in Timehow does it feel to walk amongstThe Truth in Time20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the life your lies rewrote
you sing a sympathetic song
without a truthful note
as you set the blaze behind you
you're chocking on the smoke
our memories turned fireflies
you shamlessly invoke
i sit watching from a distance
to see it all burn down
the bittersweet inception of
an ending so profound
the ones who stood beside you now
grow weary of your puns
they turn their backs to disprove
the damage that youve done
in time they'll speak of honesty
revealing your charade
for everything that you've become
a hypocrites' parade
Song of Bliss #28Wailing until voicelessSong of Bliss #281 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crying until dry
Desperate but unheard
A thirst I cannot sate
How often have I prayed
To the earth and sky
And the God of my kin
For an end to my wait
I have found them heartless
Ignoring my pleas
And letting me wither
My struggle proved fruitless
Falling to my knees
Hope left me long ago
Chased off by predation
My old dreams of glory
Have grown darker still
A pool of blood to wash
A feast of fat and gore
If I cannot create
I must surely kill
Reverting to evil
Like so often before
The battle comforts me
The taste of decay
Is like oven fresh bread
Savory and yet sweet
My limitless anger
Turns all in my way
Be they human or more
To so much juice and meat
I desire to destroy
Dominate and cow
To breed fear and hatred
My misery to spread
Revenge seems so perfect
I will hunt the world down
And beat it until dead
Such notions fade quickly
So unlike before
The steps I have taken
Not easy to undo
Though vengeance is comfort
I need some
Ode to DataOde to Data1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They see you as nothing,
Since you had no real birth,
What hypocrites they are,
For not seeing your worth.
They doubt your existence,
They say you are not real,
They only see that you cannot love,
Or even enjoy a meal.
True, you are not like us,
That much is set in stone,
But I see more than just a robot,
So much more than just a drone.
To me, you are a work of art,
Embodied, your father's dream,
To me, you have a soul,
I see more than just what's seen.
You're more than what they say you are,
For they do not understand,
That you, Data, are in fact,
My true and valued friend.
Exhibit of the Exalted II (Verse ABC) Exhibit of the Exalted IIExhibit of the Exalted II (Verse ABC)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Universal Linguists, by David Nicholas
AC/DC, the rock n’ roll Hall of Fame locals
The true triple threat with guitars, drums and vocals
Took a Long Way To The Top, through the Highway to Hell
For those about to rock, these guys truly excel.
Big Sean, he rapped for Kanye one fateful meet
Signed to the label, bleeding platinum at his feet
Opinion’s split though; he’s either in his own class
Or his songs are ad nauseams of “ASS ASS ASS”.
Chuck Berry, the pioneer for rock’s sound and stance
This duck-walk dynamo who left us entranced
His gifted style will literally transcend the stars
Yet he tours to this day, him and his guitars.
Drake, from Degrassi to delight, he won the lotto
Crafting golds and platinum; coining a motto
“YOLO” became the go to live it up, fo’ sho’
Shame it was corrupted by fake “playas”, though.
Eminem, a childhood cursed created a monster
Gifted with rapi
Story of our TimeI don’t ask for your pity, nor do I want itStory of our Time1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want your understanding
For mine is a case with no model to fit
As life passes along, stranding
You asked once so very long ago
And I almost forget the sound of your voice
Clear and ringing as crystal, soft as snow
But the words never come, mostly by choice
The pages of time wistfully turn
As day turns to night against the sky
With a passion so bright it shall burn
Away the midnight into yearning day
Yet, now you’re leaving, your passion spent
I answer the question we both nearly forgot
My words bring no solace as your heart is rent
Their meaning lost, here, in this lonely spot.
The MirrorThe mirror-look into it-The Mirror1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An odd feeling comes over me-
As I look into the glass, I ask
“Who am I? Who are we?”
Looking at this same old face
I know oh so well,
I feel like someone else-
I don’t know what else to tell.
Why do I feel like this?
What can really be said?
Who are all these others
You know so well in your head?
FlyLet the sunset cloud my eyesFly2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the birds sing my alibis
But please do not watch me cry
As I plea to flee to the sky
Let the eagles help me learn
Let the heavens give me a turn
I'll soar on until it burns
Just let me fly `til death returns
Nocturnal GuestA flutter of wings,Nocturnal Guest2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the midst of night.
A bargain she brings,
Do not show fright.
The rules are few
Just don't be shy
It's up to you
obey or die.
She has a whip,
her favorite toy,
She likes the sips,
from naughty boys.
The red or white,
she likes the both.
Death or delight,
do not be loath.
A one wrong move,
your life is gone,
do better prove,
you're virile pawn.
It lasts to the light,
if you made do,
On the next night,
there's a rendez-vous
The Stochastic CatOur little cat runs back and forth,The Stochastic Cat2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before he runs in and out.
Then he presumes to go east and west
And then dashing north and south.
He dwells by his feeding dish
And entreats us for a treat.
A subtle sound by the driveway:
Another human to greet.
Each day he runs through his course
In familiar unpredictability
Each day is same, yet not the one before
Blithe feline inanity
Boredom 2There is a thingBoredom 22 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cut are strings
of its fandom
It infects me
Even if you disagree
The Winged GuardianHidden beyond our knowledge and sightThe Winged Guardian2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the mountain side he gracefully stands
Always watching over us, day and night,
His vision reaching over forests and lands.
With power to bring sunshine and storms,
A voice that flows like music in the wind,
His presence takes many shapes and forms
And sows mysteries unknown to our kind.
A few claimed seeing him during clear nights,
Gliding over treetops when the moon is bright,
Shrouded in colors clear as the northern lights
And a beauty that no fantasy can ever write.
There may be others or he might be the last
Living in this wide world that we call home
Some say he’s a remnant from days long past,
When other creatures of legend still roamed.
We may never know his real and true purpose,
Or whether he will come here for all to see,
But we keep him alive in stories and verses
So he can have the strength to forever fly free.
July 26, 2015
MistressBe mistress' eyes either shining or matte.Mistress2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Be her lips narrow, or flushing with blood.
Breasts grayish or white, same please when unclad.
Be her hair bushy, or sticky with mud.
Let roses and flowers, stay in the grass,
my mistress cheeks may be nothing but skin.
And let the perfumes, be the pleasing gas,
the breath of my mistress be of any kin.
Her voice can be nothing more than just sounds,
Cause music can do, for that little flaw.
She doesn't has to be goddess on the ground,
She can falter, or stagger, or even crawl.
Beautiful or ugly, I don't separate,
I will take any, cuz I am desperate.
Monday Mornin' BluesWho is da lady wid da cobra eyes?Monday Mornin' Blues2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is dat a lady, 'er just a disguise?
It's gittin' nowadays dat I just cain't tell.
Seems like elvathangs justa goin' tuh Hell.
I met a crazy person, out on da skreet,
Da craziest feller dat I elva did meet.
Though I must admit, he looked alot like me
An he talked an he acted...no, it just cain't be
I wuz down to da harbor by da great wide sea,
When a great monkey man dropped owduva tree.
I gave him a dolla, but he wanted suh mo',
Like I'm da big banana at da Dolla Sto'.
Now ain't you never had no day like dat,
When your head's too heavy tuh carry your hat.
Your eyes 'er too big an your pocket's too small?
Well, ya ain't heard nuttin' til ya heard it all.
I went to da Hotel tuh git me a job.
Dey asked me if I knowed about polishin' knobs.
"I mite know sumthin'," I said wid a grin,
But I didn' know nuttin', job huntin' agin.
Along come evenin', I went tuh socialize,
Listened to da preacher, tellin' his lies.
When I tried tuh put two cents worth in,
Hopeless ArtI wish I could've been thereHopeless Art2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As he struggled every day.
To create his own imperfect art
But failing to find the way.
I wish I could've told her
Before she ripped up the page
I really liked her story
And the muse she let out of its cage.
I wish, I wish, even for one little second
That I could've been the one
To bring your art out of the dark
And carry it into the sun.
I've never considered myself popular
Though I'm happy with any audience at all
But they never got that chance
Onto their knees, they did fall
"Why can't I do it!
I can't write, draw, or make!
Better I quit being a creator now
Or end up an artistic fake."
They heard that same old phrase
"Keep trying, your art will be popular someday"
But the sun never rose upon that day
And their spirits slowly began to decay.
The hands that gripped the pencils
Found other tasks to do
Their minds no longer searched for inspiration
And their souls lost hope too.
"Why should I try," they ask
"When nobody seems to care
Why should I
Song of Bliss #26She has softened my touchSong of Bliss #262 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though I still have not met her
She makes my thoughts gentle
My decisions more measured
She has opened my fists
Helped me grasp something better
Than the scandalous pride
And the self I once treasured
I look upon her face
And know why I have come here
Her heartbeat in my ears
Is the only sound for me
I long to see her smile
To be larger than her fear
To teach her of beauty
The wonder of being free
Her name upon my lips
Is like sanctification
The hate I have spoken
Washed away by her beauty
Her presence in my life
Fills me with elation
Makes me strong and happy
More than I thought I could be
AphrodisiacOh, the time that one wastes with chocolateAphrodisiac2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the salvia, sugar spiked highs
How the warmth seems to seep through your window
As the sun speeds through cotton ball skies
Amazing how days pass so quickly
The honey stains spots 'tween your legs
Hot cocoa's not anything special
Still, you sigh as you sip up the dregs
These are precious days spent without feeling
Obligation will come soon enough
Soon you'll have to stop chugging down chocolate
As it is, you're quite sick of the stuff.
FOR THE LOVE OF GAIAI see her promises unfurl with the Dawn's first rose,FOR THE LOVE OF GAIA3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a glimpse of Hope that sparkles in the Cosmos' starry eyes,
her body is a garden growing fierce and free amidst the snows,
her tears are liquefied emotion as they fall from the Skies.
I hear her voice in the plaintive melodies of the birds,
her soul is reflected in every ebb and flow of the Sea,
softer than baby's breath does the Wind carry to me her words,
I see her face hidden among the lush veridian of the trees.
Rocky paths are smoothed by the tread of our Earthly queen,
her strength accompanies my beating heart, in me she reigns,
as a Child of Nature I know the blessings she may bring,
even when I fade away into fragrant ciders, she will remain...
July 12, 2014
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