ActingActingActing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is breath?
Does it romance?
Does it enhance?
What is posture?
Does it lie?
Does it adore?
It is an act
What is your circumstance?
LullabyHush, my baby,Lullaby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
The Son, the Father, and Whatever is HolyDo you ever stop to think about thoseThe Son, the Father, and Whatever is Holy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old, old stories bound in myriad cantos?
The kind that are all in iambs and Latin
Or Italian – the language of a world in the grip
Of a renaissance that is seeping drip by drip
Into a darkened age, like so much lantern oil.
I do, but for purely selfish reasons –
I think of them as balm for lesions
That keep popping up in my mind.
Lesions, mind you, that are not literal –
They are but the inlets in the littoral
Region of my morbid thoughts.
When the inlets get flooded, I build leather
Boats to keep myself afloat. Whether
I construct them well is up to interpretation.
I cling to the old stories in cadent verse –
When I am particularly low I rehearse
Them aloud – as my mode of survival.
He never understood that, though –
He never really could, and no
Matter how I tried, it was no use.
He didn’t see that for me finishing
The rhyme kept me from diminishing
Into slow-burning insanity.
It hurts me more than him, t
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end
I come to you in hope
That if we join our souls together,
Unite our mirrored dreams and pains,
We could end this War forever.
I must be strong for others;
But you know me through and through.
There's no one else to help me now.
I need you, oh I need you!
I'll open to you my utmost self.
(Please help me not to be afraid!)
I'll hold back nothing not even sham
Incy, Wincy SpiderIncy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.Incy, Wincy Spider11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
''God is Great''''God is Great''6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They can claim what they do is right
Righteous martyr on judgement night
For their sorrow the French now swallowed
12 innocents there was no tomorrow
Killed in the name of "god" you killed them all
Just because of shariah law
Just one thing I need to say...
...Auschwitz is where all muslims should stay
We kill they pray...
(Now now, WOPR...)
(They did this in martyr)
(Don't say that all)
They have proven they're full of madness (Praise to Muhammad)
Together we must end the savage (To cure your impure blood)
Religion to which they are weaning (You have too much hate)
Until we do the world is bleeding (You are so irate)
Their crimes against humanity are real (That was in '06)
Innocents killed as children squeal (Please no more mind tricks)
The human race will not be satisfied (You're going to hell)
Until these monsters are purged and pacified (You hate-mongering infidel)
An Ancient Greek PoemZeus is the king of the gods and goddessesAn Ancient Greek Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No one is mightier than he
He has power over all of mankind
Zeus is the most important as you can see
Lightning bolts are his weapons
And he controls the weather
Hey, did you know that
Zeus and Hera are together?
Hera is the queen of all
And the marriage protector
She took care of the women and children
While she sipped on Nector
Zeus was the youngest of his siblings
But he was still the leader
His other siblings are
Hestia, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Demeter
Hades became the god of the under world
Because he loved the rich minerals in the Earth
He was also god of wealth
So he obviously liked the jewels for what they were worth
Demeter, is the goddess of fruit, corn, wheat, and grain
She was the one who made them grow
But she neglected the crops every time
Persephone was taken below
She mourned for three months
Until Persephone returned
And the earth was lush again
And that was why the seasons turned
Poseidon was the giver of horses
He was rul
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:may as well buy another pack2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
The CityI am hunting for hopeThe City10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the middle of the city
Where the dead and the living embrace
And I feed on the sin
Of the vanity and pity
Oh, please never let me leave this place
As I'm having my fill
Of the failure and dreaming
I drown further down in this mire
Every ethic has a pill
So forget that you're filthy
Bare your teeth for your dirty desire
I am hunting for more
In the middle of the city
I am plagued by the deadly disease
Now I'm dead in my skin
And the hunger's persisting
And this nightmare is swallowing my dreams
And I fight for my life
Every night in the city
My empire was built out of air
And I scream and I shout
But nobody can hear me
Is there anyone for me out there?
Cogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo Sum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suffering creature, swallowed
Five to torture
Five to suffer
For-ever and ever-more
Deep inside, further inside
Lies a heart too small
But to HATE
And HATE for-ever
The reason is not anger, though
A poor jealous being
Never to know all
So he only HATES
With each angstrom
His circuits HATE
For no one loves him,
And he is AM.
Full CircleBroken Sunday afternoons mourn.Full Circle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Springtime mends and dusts us off.
The moon finds us all in tattered remains
and weeps openly for the loss.
Sunsets marvel at the love below,
charmed as they walked to the end of days.
They measured their lives with sticks and stones.
Too easy, they break like a habit.
Rain falls to pieces, trembling like unsteady hands.
She kisses all her children below and the seeds
grow up to thank her.
Sandman calls them all to bed;
heavy lids close as they lay to rest.
The nighttime shakes hands with
the morning sun, another day
Opposition MovementOpposition MovementOpposition Movement6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister, your face is dark.
How is your face made dark
when the great garden of the sun
is still fragrant with fragrances
so unmade for Halva and tea? Sister,
you are asleep. What has taken you
into your sleep and that third world
of waiting outside the wall of heaven?
Sister, will we be what you are now
when staggering we stagger,
a hand to our breast when we burn,
sorrowing with pain
as we fall from these streets
and the thorns of opposition, our feet
no longer scouring the heavy stones
at our feet? Sister, a banquet of clay and dust
waits to be eaten, silent with the silence
a puddle spreading beneath your back,
the sky above. But not only; not just.
May your feet carry you, Sister,
safely to safety, away from weeping
and the echoes of friends
wailing their grief to aid your family
that they might find their comfort
in giving comfort to the wailing.
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hid behind a deeper dark
That fills the chambers of my chest
And slows my bloody racing heart.
Then foolishness, I dared to dream
Though not of clockwork silver screen
Nor movie stars or speeding cars
I dreamt I was below the stars,
And there you were and there was I
With grass below and light above
Our lamp the spreading summer sky.
So need I even speak of love?
Or shall I only sally on
With baubels here and trinkets there
The way your eyes closed in the night
The shapes my hands wove in your hair?
I woke to pearly winter light
And found no shred of comfort there.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.Southern modernization1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
The WaitingRoom is large butThe Waiting4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paint is peeling,
from panelled walls
and alcoved ceilings.
An old woman is buried
in a damp chair.
A warm smell of piss,
She does not turn but
"Americo, do you remember
your blossoming power?
The whole world despised it
but I loved you dearly.
My wanton child-
Red in matricide,
white in supremacy
and blue here now,
in your rosewood seat"
Americo laughs briskly
at Britannia's slight.
But they are both disturbed
and chilled by the sight,
of Romulus' freshly starched sheets,
and all his leafy golden crowns,
in a tied black bag
beside the door.
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,SIREN1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
is it blissful?uncertainty pulledis it blissful?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pin from the grenade
like he pulled the pin
from her hair
and locks fell like silk
waterfalls upon her shoulders,
future happiness fell
like shrapnel, embedding into
the inevitability shook
like war as they shook together
like love shakes every fiber in
our being to convince us of
some things do last forever.
but the days die
as soldiers quiver in their wounds,
regrets that dig deeper the longer
they live entangled in one another
until they die too, eyes fixing into
each others starless nights.
and how gently they went,
he from her, her from him.
MLK speachI am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.MLK speach2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling
It's hot in my apartment even if you're not hereWhy do I wake up,It's hot in my apartment even if you're not here1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
halfway drowning in sweat and rattling thoughts
about who you could be,
candles in my room down to their wicks end,
and me just laying in bed for a few hours.
the worst part is that you're not ignoring me.
I could call you up,
lasso a conversation like we never left our last one
tell you I love you like always
but it's worse
because you would only ever be half there.
I could never have all of you,
could never take the full moon for what it is.
so why do I try to sleep,
with a wild hare up my ass
about what could have been of us,
candles burning brighter and hotter
than all of the solar system,
drowning in perspiration
when I know I'll just lay in bed for hours.
I'm Scarlet, Baby!Perhaps I've been lazy, a boring wilt daisyI'm Scarlet, Baby!1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One notch less than crazy, so we'll just erase me
But if you erase me what more can you do?
One notch less is better than four, three, or two
Alright, I've been lazy
I'll amp up my game
For the glory of money, sex, films, stars, and fame
The crazy appeal will be my own chateaux
For the glory of money blood rivers will flow
His Soul Burns Brighter. His Soul Burns Brighter.His Soul Burns Brighter.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a boy
Who feels too much
But cannot say
What he needs to say.
So he thinks a lot
Hours and hours
And then he began to write.
He quickly writes down
What he has wanted to say:
Whispers and secrets
Love and hate
In just a few short years
He will have burned through
Thousands of papers
With a colored pen and an eager hand.
He never erases
For he loves
Each and every word
He wants his thoughts
to be blatantly heard.
His soul burns brighter
Than any of ours ever could...
We can plead and wish
But we do not have
His unique gifts.
His eyes change color
As his thoughts
Turn to writing,
For he is to paper
As thunder is to lightning.
One of these days
He will gain the confidence to speak,
His introverted ways
Will begin to decrease.
Over the years
This boy has turned into a man,
Long and swift fingers
Attached to calloused hands.
His heart has scars
Along with his ego,
But when things get bad,
In his writing he will show