How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass.
Cry Of The FatherlessCry Of The Fatherless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Father where are you?
I'm all alone.
Father i need you.
Where have you gone?
I feel forsaken in this cold dark world.
The world you've left me to wonder alone.
Dark shadows rise on either side.
You my protector, have left me here to die.
The shattered remains of my heart cries out,
Surrounded by confusion and doubt.
I seek answers but find none.
Darkness clouds my thoughts...
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you you left me alone?
Do you even love me?
Do you see me as your own?
In the ashes of what could have been,
I sit covered in sadness and guilt.
My past i've spent without knowing you.
My future uncertain without you.
Do you see my pain?
Do you see my broken heart?
Can you hear my plea?
For a father to do his part??
I need you father...
I need you.
Come back to me
...and wipe these tears away...
Labes LabisDo I blame my creatorLabes Labis5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For fixing my stone eyes high?
A deluded sculpture,
Vision set on the sky.
If only I looked down,
And saw that which was true:
Blemishes and scrapes,
Seen only from this view.
No bronze, no gold
Nor red gems inserted.
Only the bland truth
My eyes had averted.
Do I blame the observer
For tilting my stubborn head,
Exposing all the imperfections
And flaws I dread?
The fault is my own,
I've come to discover.
I'm dropping the façade,
This delusional cover.
I will embrace the dull stone
That makes up my being.
I have the observer to thank;
Now my eyes are all-seeing.
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
In The Name Of WARIn The Name Of WAR4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood mingled with debris
shower the scorched earth,
as deadly missiles rain down from above.
Amid the dark clouds,
death flies on wings of steel,
seeking bloodshed in the villages below.
"Fire when ready soldier!"
Soldier?? Ha !
You're not a soldier...
but a mere pawn in this devilish game.
Go on..."Bombs away!"
Let the earth be covered in blood.
Let war and destruction reign in this cursed land.
You want war?
I shall give it to you.
The price....your humanity and your very soul.
Bloody hell....that's what this is.
The hell you've created
with your own free will.
How do you like it now?
Families torn apart...
...it gets better still!
Whole villages whiped out!
Yet you want more!!!
Ha! Now the fun begins.
When is the next war? Tell me when!
I'll be there knocking at your door.
An angel of death
coming to drag you to hell!
You wanted bloodshed!
You wanted war!
NOW PAY FOR IT WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!:e
Man:An arachnid needling into nothing;Man:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thrown rope nestled in NASA's outer space;
A Hindu clarinet player's helper
Ascending an airy, azure ether.
A phalange of "my gawd" (an ice/ash pillar)
After an airborne space craft's absconding,
A moon-landing. Impossible motion,
Mired in unimaginative minds
Meditating on Om, missing the flight.