dark ageshistory clings with fragile tenacitydark ages2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
past lover from a distant shore
ever hopeful its’ brightest torch
will be recognized once more
ghostly apparition on a moonless street
throwing pebbles at a darkened pane
as the world soundly sleeps within
no light to shine what truth remain
What Is The Opposite Of ''Victim''?If you looked at me twice, would I still look the same?What Is The Opposite Of ''Victim''?1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I cut out the shadows that cloud in your eyes?
Or would typecasting time screw me over again?
I want to be human, I want to be real;
Could you ever see flesh and not circuits and steel?
Or is it in me that this prejudice lies?
I'm not even a joke, because no-one could care,
So it's not even funny, to make me ashamed.
You can't chase for a girl if the girl isn't there.
I'm a word in your ear and a mark on the page,
A shell of a smile in a cheat-sheet cage,
But no-one will look for the ghost in the frame.
In your eyes, I've no value unless I'm a whore,
And yet even that accolade you will deny.
And why should I ever want anything more?
If nobody wants me, then surely I'm safe:
No heartbeat, no feelings, no body, no face;
And I'll never be seen, so I don't need to hide.
So I'm stuck in the shadow of being myself,
And the answers you see over spirit and bone,
Because real girls dress up and get off of the shelf.
And how could I thin
Dandelions and DaisiesDandelions and DaisiesDandelions and Daisies1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How unfamiliar is the common soul
With the subject of botany?
When my eagle eye sees for miles around
But it sees only weeds?
Common souls grow up everywhere,
And every which way,
Under the sun
But they are merely dandelions,
Each and every one
Among the cluster you may find
A daisy or two somewhere
Pretty and fresh as the field around her,
But she hardly cares
She stands among the dandelions
As though they are more than weeds
How will the deluded mind understand its needs?
I fly like a leaf in the breeze
I don't have to heed
I kept my pace with the human race
And I know what I need
I need a long separation
Because I'm not their breed
blue orbblue orbblue orb2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take the scales
off our eyes
Nightmare on The BattlefieldOnce I dreamt about my siblings and mother,Nightmare on The Battlefield3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enjoying the day in our old outback home,
I approached them but before I can go further,
I was awaken by a sudden boom,
And then, I was back on the battlefield.
Hello, boys welcome to hell,
As bombs go off and bullets fly overhead,
I realize that there is no room for mercy, no room for guilt,
The jungle trees engulfed in fire, my brothers fall dead,
“It’s war,” they say, “it is killed or be killed.”
Ready? Aim, fire! Bang! Another one dead,
With a pull of a trigger, I am now a murderer,
But what can I do? “It’s war,” they declare,
Bloody and gruesome, I have to live with this horror,
This is the beginning of a never ending nightmare.
Quick! Take cover, the enemies are approaching,
Soldiers are cowering, praying for their lives,
Sorry, my brothers, but in war, nobody is safe,
If you show remorse, if you let them survive,
Then, no doubt the devils will show you an early grave.
I can’t seem t
AusverkaufskulturAasgeierfirmen und SpekulantenAusverkaufskultur1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
kaufen die Schuldenscheine ganzer Staaten
für einen minimalen Wert
und treiben sie dann ein mit dem Schwert
Griechenland, Portugal, dann Spanien
zuletzt Frankreichs Kapitulation
die EU muss alles bezahlen
im Namen der Integration
ein indischer Milliardär
lässt Ressourchen verkommen
kauft Europa's Stahlwerke leer
um Konkurrenz zu stoppen
sonst wird alles geregelt
das Taschengeld der Putzfrau
der Kellnerin, der Bierzeltmädel
geraubte Kunst hingegen...
...ist rumetikettiertes Fleisch
verseuchte marokkanische Stangenbohnen
werden über Spanien einwandfrei
im Staatenbund der Abzocker
geraubte Kunst braucht keine Herkunft
Schwarzkonten-Alice weiß unser Wohl
ein Hoeneß spottet jeder Vernunft
alles Privilegierte der Ära Kohl
Zuhälter bleiben unbehelligt
im demokratischen Zuchtstall
der Markt agiert selbstständig
doch blechen wird die Vielfalt
© j.w.waldeck 2014
Please do nout use
anything of my work!
RealityLet us go then, you and I,Reality5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to watch the waters lap oh so high
to watch the lakes grow oh so dry
while they blow smoke to the sky
and frack our future.
distort the trouble,
doubt the science
on the double
lie and cheat and make a fuss
in money we trust.
And the waters they rise,
and the islands they sink
Southern Louisiana's right in the drink
The wars are here, the thirst has come
but too many bigshots sit and hum.
Repeating the mantras won't change a thing
repeating the mantras won't change a thing
repeating the mantras won't change a thing.
is love too late?warfare pollutionis love too late?1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
our best solution
deception and lies
storms on the ocean
torment and pain
green acid rain
envy and hate
is love too late?
White RabbitWhen I was young,White Rabbit2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still sucking my thumb,
I'd smiled at pictures of White Rabbits.
Looking to see
All of the beauty
of the cleanest and purest White Rabbits.
I'd lost all my joy
at the sight of a boy
who looked as he were a Black Rabbit.
When I came of age
Mom bought me a cage
and with it came a White Rabbit.
I took her to play
but she ran away
I started to cry for my White Rabbit.
I cried for some help.
Mom never did help.
She said "We'll get a new Bunny Rabbit."
I got so mad,
I really had had
to get my hands on my White Rabbit.
I ran away
not wanting to stay
in that cabin without my White Rabbit.
Deep in the woods
he sits under his hood
There I had met the Black Rabbit.
I asked "Have you seen..."
and he smirked right at me,
His clothes dirty like his Black Rabbit.
"Sit down right here,
There's nothing to fear.
We'll go out and find your White Rabbit."
Histoire d'une fin du monde.Histoire d’une fin du monde.Histoire d'une fin du monde.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lisbonne, dix-sept-cent-cinquante-cinq d’un jadis :
Cette ville ultra-catholique et portuaire,
À la croisée d’un océan d’un estuaire,
Capitale d’un empire d’or et de reis.
Des autodafés, encore tiède est la cendre.
Ce premier novembre au matin, jour de Toussaint,
Dans les églises, les croyants et assassins
Au milieu des bougies à cire si tendre.
Mais qui sont les vrais saints, qui sont les vrais martyrs?
Peut-être, de cette inquisition, les victimes
Qui ont péris sur tous ces bûchers anonymes
De la haineuse Église à les anéantir!
Croient-ils ces démons que quelque Dieu les protège
Alors que leurs chants latins emplissent ces lieux,
Que la pierre commence à vibrer sous leurs yeux
Et que leur monde devient ce vibrant manège?
Des fissures déchirent toute la cité,
Les temples sacrés s’effondrent sur les fid
MutualThe eyes from Heaven cast upon me dwellMutual3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I, before the altar, kneeling flame,
Am overshadowed, calling just their name
A thousand times this gaze was meant to quell
Another sight was yonder, savoured blight
A sudden breath my sound, not overcome
By cheers of joy so like excitement numb
A careful tread, a smile beyond delight
Though time has passed us by, echoes in vain
Back then, was my consent not mine to give?
That day belonged to me, as well as you
‘Tis harmful for a truth so simple and plain
To think it so forgotten and misgiven
Thus I leave, strange to hatred ‘twixt us two
A Rest Well-DeservedA Rest Well-DeservedA Rest Well-Deserved3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever at my side
Through whatever may come
In darkness and in light
From dawn until day is done
To honor and defend
With full heart and shining sword
We will love until the end
Our two hearts are one
But now we both grow weary
Of common men's careless deeds
They seldom think so clearly
So, finally, the thing we need
Is a long rest away from this crowd
And we will need it soon
For crying out loud
RevolutionI write the hazard, fluid wellRevolution1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon misdeed my mind doth dwell
Into the ancient fiery pit?
Alone, awaiting Judgment sit.
Destruction, pain and wrought asunder
I grimly bathe in Death’s dark wonder.
A thorny crown or laurel wreath
What comes to pass lies far beneath.
On tombs of hope our fears reside
But it is God who will decide.
Regardless of the spoken words
Both God’s and godless die in herds.
And in the tears of mother’s eyes
A helpless new-born baby cries.
Not for a cause, romance or gain
But bloodline’s bloody fruitless vein.
To listen to the fools on top
Whose folly knows not when to stop.
‘til cuts so deep revive the soul
And pain unites them with the whole.
On the Fear of WritingCrackling words break the backs of silence.On the Fear of Writing2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words. Words. Screamed from the mouths of eternal horses.
Upon the backs of men seeking a path from hell.
There's no way to know.
There's no way to tell.
Is the world's getting smaller?
Or are we getting too big?
Wars fought over oil paint blood in the sand,
while the whole planet smiles,
"Ain't it fine?" "Ain't it grand?"
The cracking of the globe, splitting faces in two.
With some halves in the "Us's" and others in "You's".
Rising from the pheonix's ashes
to smush oily words upon the gate.
For babes are crying and winter's dying
when love is left to rot.
No more feathered wings to cradle it.
No more tender hands to keep it.
There is only the swollen pregnant moon
in the gnashing yellow night.
AirportsYou can board a plane,Airports1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And in a matter of moments;
Lay on a sandy beach,
Swim in a pearly ocean,
Feast on the finest feast,
Slide on a powdered mountain,
Or you could;
Wash your hands in warm blood,
Walk down a death strewn pavement,
Flee monsters from above,
A child screaming on a table,
You can board a plane,
And be anywhere,
In a matter of moments;
It just depends,
Which airport is closest.
©Alexander E. Musset
High hopesThere was a hill not so high,High hopes3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who wanted to reach the sky.
Hoping to be great,
Time she did await,
Her wish she never came by.
Killing PotentialBuilding walls to watch them crumble;Killing Potential3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
raising men to watch them fall
Burn your hometown down to rubble
stand in silence at the call.
Cutting forests in the spring,
smashing eggs to smithereens.
Smelting down engagement rings
just to hear the children scream.
Shut down the lawmen in their prime
kill the carpenter at work.
Stop the conman in his crime
hang in innocent in flirt.
Crush the change before happens;
halting progress in it's step.
Just watch the future's slipping
There is no shifting what is set.
the Lay of IllIllkvæðithe Lay of Ill2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Si! Lyss till sången, den sällsamt sorgsna,
om svek och sveda, i Sviþiods land.
Hur en smitta småsint, i smälekens smedja,
med spefull spinnrock, spinna illsluga nät,
hur folksjälen svärmas, med svartaste svårmod,
då samfälldhet sina, och sågas isär.
Hören nu alla, om de härskna herrar,
vilka högsätet inta, med högburet hull.
Hövdingar alla, som härska i hallen,
med hövisk tunga, och skenhelig håg.
Dessa högborgens hökar, vårt rikets herdar,
nu hyckla och häckla, om ofärd och harm.
Då hetsas till tinget, hembygdens söner,
på hastiga hovar, från trygghetens hamn.
Med hatets hetta, de lockas att härja,
i blanka harnesk, för hem och för härd.
Också hyrda hirdmän, till härmönstring kallas,
på järnskodda hästar, i hiskelig hast.
Härolder hojta, och bl
Inside-The-OutsideAnother treacherous hourInside-The-Outside2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ticks the heavenly, caged.
Between Life and Death
and the Rich and Beseiged
Inside the Outside lies one of two worlds
One of the men
and one of the girls.
One earth of curses,
the other a plus.
'Twix men who ride horses
and who walk in the dust.
They'll never rest
There will always be more
For those that go looking
are not those that go seeking
Because you must look
to find the In-Betweens
King JesterSo, crown the jesterKing Jester2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in his plight
of the laughing widows, merry.
Each cackle and haw
tears him apart
in his fields of poppies.
Given him the crown
make a scepter of his bread.
Carry him on
to his throne of glory;
a sordid pile of the dead.
Mock him as he cries in anger
laugh at every tear.
Chain him to his crown of glory
and listen for the jests and jeers
FarmlandSeeing life through shattered eyesFarmland2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hollowed out by crows
stinking words of slurping lies
death in perfect form.
The spoiled minds of children
who slither in the dust
devour whole their kindred
in a never-ending lust.
Come now, lads, lay down your arms
shed your hands and grin.
Fill the through and feed the farm
break your bones and skin.
Stick out your tongue and ring the bell
gorge yourself to bursting.
Taste heaven in the devil, sell
your lands of birthing.
Gray Stack CityThere was a boy named Nate who was no older than eight who dreamed of seeing what the world had in storeGray Stack City1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He lied in his bed as thoughts ran through his head of what could exist outside of his door
Now Nate could see only to a certain degree what Earth was like away from his nook
All his thoughts and his dreams and possible sights he could see were from nothing more than pages in a book
“There is no where else that I would rather be than in a field of green watching animals live life on their own.
And if not grass then some trees. It does not matter to me as long as it is the nature that my book has shown.”
Nate spoke these words sadly as he wanted quite badly to be away from where currently was
His city was dreary and awful and weary of any change or any good cause
You see Nate lived in a place that could be described by its name and everyone would instantly sigh
With a name like Gray Stack City it will never look pretty because you did not set the expectation
ReachTo the stars I stare and dream of where we'll be one dayReach2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know, to make the improbable possible is the only way.
Don't let them tell you that you can't.
We rise to the heavens, pulling ourselves from the soil like a plant.
Every day that we strive for greatness we make our world a better place.
With pride and hard work we make greatness our base.
Believe in each other and change the world.
Planet of the VampsIn a world ruled by vampiresPlanet of the Vamps1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All subjects are vessels
For blood, sweat, and tears
And they all walk in line
Content with their fears
Numb in the punctured
Space below their ear
The vampires dress
So fine each night
Proper dining attire
Make sure to stay articulate
To keep them saying, "Sire"
It's not so bad, it's common place
It's only blood, is that so dire?
Besides, that's just the way things are
And who really has the time
To give, and do their part
We're simply too fatigued
To begin to think to start
To carve and shape the wood
And drive it through their hearts