The Day The World Went AwayThe world went awayThe Day The World Went Away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wild and untethered
from now-loose neurons -
Oh how it flew
for that blind moment
before the lacework broke
and flung serotonin
against baroque wallpaper.
ChatterboxShoes chatter,Chatterbox1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they converse in skateparks
and rub rubbers
behind bike sheds.
clip and staccato
in stilettos in the office
as workers file in
the undeveloped shoe voices
as sole meets corridor
skidding into class.
Another day begins,
with the news of the night before
scuffed into the pavement
as shoes chatter.
The Tomorrow Peoplejust five years old, her parents deadThe Tomorrow People2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
no one around to keep her fed
the little girl to death did yield
her body strewn upon a field
they needed fighters for their war
been using kids just over four
the little boy they strapped with fire
then told him when to pull the wire
Salem was the place she loved
her town seemed blessed by God above
until the day her neighbors changed
upon a pole her body hanged
he never spoke against the king
to challenge God was not his thing
an evil bird defamed his name
a dungeon dark, his claim to fame
all of the innocents who died in vain
all of the mourners who felt the pain
all of the billions who lost it all
all of the souls who had to fall
... are not forgotten
THEY ARE THE TOMORROW PEOPLE!
Grand Delusion (Televangelist!)Welcome to the Grand DelusionGrand Delusion (Televangelist!)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come on in, get your salvation
Leave your check in the slot before you go!
The stage is set, the rock band's playin'
Raise your hands and start the swayin'
You're wishing secretly that you were me!
You hear me on christian radio
I'm on TV, in magazines
You see my photograph, it's how your life should be
Yes, come and join me in my fantasy!
So if you think your life's an abomination
'Cause you saw me on "Today"
Just remember that, cash is my solution
Hey, thanks for sending it my way!
So if you think your life's an abomination
Because you heard I've got a maid
Just remember that, it's nunya business
'Cause you and I are not the same!
We're not the same! (losers)
America's a free speech nation
Join me in my blind ambition
Help me buy my brand new motorcar! (lookin' at a Benz)
Someday soon you'll stop to ponder
Why you gave in to this blunder
I made the grade and still you wonder
Why you were such fools! (but
What do you think of me?When you think of me just what do you see,What do you think of me?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe!
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and LightsWe are the evening, you and I.The Unmistakable Tragedy of Lakes and Lights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Both painted in our sunday blacks
as mourning breaks upon us.
You are the vast, intense expanse
of a taurine sky dribbling crystals
that hang on invisible threads
from the deep blue smile of the galaxy.
You are those dead, iron-eating stars,
refracting beauty through dead air,
and blurring the edges until
no one can tell where beauty starts
and the spaces inbetween begin,
people gaze at you and forget -
forget - forget how empty spaces are.
You are layer upon layer of small lights
that combine to prick holes
in the darkness that keeps them awake.
That’s what you are, you are
the atmosphere and far beyond.
The bow of a universe wrapped tight
around the world, to hold it together.
I am a dark black lake gripping its shores
too tightly, and flooding them often.
I am a bottomless hole overfilled,
overwhelmed, unable to get over you,
but as I swill and slurry - as I stew -
as I remember contributing to something,
being a drop in the ocean, once -
as I re
Love/Hate (YouTube link included)People have so many questions that they keep on asking meLove/Hate (YouTube link included)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I dont have the time to answer them adequately
People ask what's it like to have a disabled sister?
and I say, ah, pause, um, excuse me mister
actually I'm disabled too, I've got a few screw looses
screw everyone who hears disabled and thinks chair
who thinks broken bones and hospital care.
Screw everyone who heard disabled with a capital D
thinking it meant unable to do anything properly.
Disabled and unable they just mean one thing
That theres one thing you cant do and many you still can
and all the things my sister did its easy to forget
'cos she didn't walk, didn't talk, didn't know how yet.
Didn't get the chance to learn before she died,
maybe it took her a little longer but heaven knows she tried
and on good days in the summer if you taught her bit by bit
she'd grace us with a smile and say my name - Kit.
But if your asking the difference between mind and body, how
how her body didn't work and my brain still does
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to holdGoodbye, miscarried baby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
What Lies BeneathA pious man who goes to church not once, but twice a week.What Lies Beneath1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His lovely wife takes care of home, so mild and so meek.
They have a little boy and girl and one more on the way,
he bought the kids some candy canes just after work today.
He's working hard to make ends meet, does forty plus a week.
The boss-man raised his pay last month, said sales are at a peak.
They own a Town and Country and a little Subaru,
the neighbors wish they had his life and perfect family too.
But underneath appearances the rot runs through and through.
His wife's an alcoholic who's excuse is that she's blue.
Daddy never stays at home on weekends with the kids,
he tells his wife he's playing golf, she knows he's telling fibs.
Yes, truth be told this reverent man who wears the pleasant smile,
trades porno pics with other men who agents have on file.
On Friday nights he stalks his prey with evil, secret lust,
to have his cake and eat it too for this perv is a must.
So when you chance upon a chap whose life seems all
For the World is Hollow..."FOR THE WORLD IS HOLLOW, AND I HAVE TOUCHED THE SKY"For the World is Hollow...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All of my life I have struggled;
reality vs. fantasy.
I have lived here in this bubble;
no one alive will listen to me.
They call me the 'ghoul-faced madman'.
If I could just get them all to see,
we're dwelling here in a tin can;
floating along through space endlessly.
"Lock him up! Throw away the key!
Yes, secure him behind bar and door.
Ignore the dreamer, let him be;
don't listen to his rants anymore!"
If only they'd just ask me why,
I'd tell them right straight to their face:
For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky...
it's all a grand illusion; we're lab rats in this place!
Why Birds Still SingWhy Birds Still Sing1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flying high into the sky on a windswept summer day,
she feels the freedom flight endows; the choice to hunt or play.
The radiant sun calls out to her - 'tis time to tend your nest;
'tis time to nurse the little ones, then after take your rest.
Man's assault upon her realm keeps tugging at her heart,
if only they with shuttered eyes could see they'd do their part.
The sky was made for all to share, the air once pure and sweet;
would that men might feel the pulse of lamentation's beat.
Still she sings a hopeful song of a future happy day,
a song replete with words of praise for all His wondrous ways.
The time will come when Eden's dreamy paradise is here;
that blessed day when earth's reborn and nothing's left to fear.
The OysterIndistinctive slateThe Oyster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
shumbled amid the sand,
jolting in the currents.
Clamped around yourself
like murderous hands
tightening steel around throats
gravely spitting gravel
and ruminating, rotating.
Silt settles on your fore-brow.
There are plenty of fish in the sea;
they kiss the shell curiously
and dart away, afraid.
You remain with jaw clenched,
with spine curved hard,
with shoal grey defences up,
shaking under the temper
of an unjust ocean,
trying to keep your broken fingers
clenched fierce around the cracks.
You keep it safe,
beneath rubble and bone,
and you are so afraid of breaking it
that you convince even yourself
that it's not there -
but while you screw your eyes down,
shutters against the cruel pervading green,
all but you know
that the oyster has a pearl.
The TravelerI've traveled to worlds unseen, I've flown to places unknownThe Traveler2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
witnessed wonderful things
rode a horse with blue wings
My time machine is my friend, strange things to me have been shown
no one's been here before
been to many new shores
I pray this fun never ends, 'least not until I am grown.
It's lonely out here in space, just me in my small tin can
I so long for a friend
a true heart that would blend
If only I had a pal, together we'd share a plan
UndressedFog clingsUndressed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to paint all in pastel,
the hipbone curve
of a dusty mint hill,
with slate-grey trees
o’er the top.
of one-day saplings
the upright reminder
They pierce the fog.
They are sunk-deep
to stop the chiffon mist
from sticking –
the fog rolls on,
and leaves the sky
Can You Hear?Can You Hear?2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you hear the children crying?
Some are hungry some are dying.
Numbing poverty's to blame,
tiny limbs on tiny frames.
Can you hear the children sighing?
Swollen bellies few are thriving.
Civil wars and genocides,
leave them nowhere left to hide.
Can you hear the children screaming?
Turn your head pretend you're dreaming.
Close your eyes and go your way,
say you'll help some other day.
Psalm 145:16 "You are opening your hand and satisfying the desire of every living thing."
Can you hear the children playing?
See them pet the newborn yearling.
Fun and food and lots of sun,
good things now for everyone.
Can you hear the children laughing?
Watch them plant the tender sapling.
Mom and dad and grandma too,
helping earth be born anew.
Can you hear the children singing?
Voices raised all ears are ringing.
Praising Jah for what he's done,
songs that also thank the Son.
Revelation 21:4 "And He will wipe out every tear from there eyes, and death will be no more
ImeldaImelda2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little girl with baby dolls and rainbow colored ponies.
Mommy, daddy, puppy dogs make sure she's never lonely.
Candy canes and lollipops and sugar-coated treats.
Living in a wealthy land has made her life so sweet.
...and then there's Imelda
Little boy with GI Joe's and Lego's from the store.
Small town life with little league means that he's never bored.
Chocolate cake and ice cream too and friends to come and play.
Life for him means living free, here in the USA.
...and then there's Imelda
Living in a poorer land, she never has enough.
What she needs is food and drink, forget that other stuff!
Sanitation, clothes to wear, and education too.
Never feeling happiness, forever feeling blue.
...pray for Imelda
Gaze into those dark brown eyes and tell her you don't care.
Look at her, she's begging you with pleading, hungry stares!
Suffer all the precious ones who never get the chance,
to live life as it's meant to be, a joyful happy dance.
A Mother's LamentA Mother's Lament2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pretty bride with a pretty smile,
a wonderful future ahead.
Both wanted kids, career now on hold,
a family was her choice instead.
Before too long, a boy, then a girl;
Not long thereafter came twins.
Beautiful life, a husband who cared,
true love wiped away former sins.
She buried the twins on the sixteenth,
a day she would never forget.
They crossed the tracks and tempted the fates;
at just sixteen, they'd lost the bet.
Life still goes on but sometimes it crawls,
the days just seemed longer somehow.
Her nights were spent in memory's haze,
it was hard to live in "the now."
Her son finished magna cum laude,
for a time, her pain forgotten.
But the x-ray exams seldom lie,
the timing seemed ill-begotten.
She buried him on the twentieth,
a day she would never forget.
The monster called cancer had beaten,
a young man the world barely met.
The sixteenth, the twentieth, the first,
three days she would never forget.
On those days she buried her children,
black days that are filled with regret
EtherealEthereal2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Motionless skies and meat-filled pies
oceans that are red with blood
trees without leaves and beds of lies
survivors of the global flood
Celestial light-bearing suns
spirits that sail through the void
Tartarus binds the misled ones
prospects for their future destroyed
Days of reckoning now nearing
yea, a dearth of goodness prevails
the endless abyss they are fearing
it hungers for the prey it jails
Heavenly and earthly delight
beauty and kindness to follow
endless bliss, forever in sight
promises certain, not hollow
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Wannabe Cop911. Please state your emergency...Wannabe Cop2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's a homey in my 'hood,
there's a thug about to strike!
I'm familiar with this brood,
gonna tell him "take a hike."
'Cause I'm a wannabe cop,
I'm the man/I've got a gun.
I'm just a wannabe cop,
better hide/you better run.
Got a hoodie on his head,
what's he doin' over here?
Dude has got me seein' red,
time to show him who to fear.
"Cause I'm a wannabe cop,
I'm the man/I've got a gun.
I'm just a wannabe cop,
better hide/you better run.
What you doin' in my zone?
Why you stalkin' me so close?
Why you so far from your home?
Man, it's not what you suppose!
So I capped him with my Glock,
now this punk will steal no more.
Name is George and it's MY BLOCK!
Time's eleven forty-four.
911 call response:
Sir the cops are on their way,
from the other side of town.
Leave the young man where he lay,
AND MAY YOU REAP JUST AS YOU'VE SOWN!
"Cause you're a wannabe cop,
you're a vigilante fraud.
Hail Caesar(s)Hail Caesar(s)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This poem is dedicated to the man I see on my way to work every day, standing in front of the Little Caesar's pizza shop, playing his faux guitar...
On the way to work I saw a funny little man,
guitar on his shoulder and a small pick in his hand.
He sang an indistict song as the cars passed him by,
I chuckled as I passed when I heard his soulful cry.
I thought about that man as I drove back home from work,
do some find him amusing, while others just a jerk?
His guitar had no strings and his pick's a piece of wood,
it made me sad to think this was the way he earned his food.
Just then I had a thought, an epiphany of sorts,
this man could be a clown, or a jester in king's court.
For who's to say what's right or to judge a man's career,
how he feeds his family or the values he hold's dear?
Now when I drive past that little pizza shop on main,
I see the funny man singing tunes out in the rain.
The man I used to ridicule I've grown now to respect,
to judge a man I do not know has made me
Beast of the Apocalypse 4: The DragonBeast of the Apocalypse 4: The Dragon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the dragon gave to the beast its power...
These names and more swirled 'round in my head,
a vision I had as I lay in my bed.
Conquerors they were, men of renown,
for each in his turn had been given the crown.
Much of the war, the killing, the blame,
could be placed at the feet of these kings of fame.
All the innocents who'd died in vain, yes...
my vision had brought me much suff'ring and pain.
A light turned on in my head in my bed,
now awake and sober and feeling great dread.
If every man polled says peace he wants,
then why is it war our planet still haunts?
Could an evil force be pulling the strings?
Just why is it peace cannot ever take wing?
I realized then as I lay there in bed,
the DRAGON'S behind that BEAST with seven heads!
It pained me to think he'd broken GOD'S law,
yet as sure as we live the DRAGON will fall.
no more will mankind be subject to fear...
"BE PATIENT, MY CHILDREN
Fly Me To The MoonFly Me To The Moon2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullaby
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolic on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide and
Cyberbully!Cyberbully!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A beauty queen/or so it seems
top of her class/all cheaters pass
I know what you've done/I know where you've been
I know who you've done/so many young men
I'm innocent/so why repent
leave me alone/stay off my phone
There's nothing I've done/there's nowhere I've been
there's no one I've done/don't text me again
The video/it's proof to show
the things you've done/the world will know
You stole my bf/you vexed the wrong chick
you crossed the wrong girl/now live down these pics
The girl on tape/she's got black hair
they've called it rape/I was not there
why harass poor me/why slander my name
why can't you just see/that I'm not to blame?
why can't you see/you're hurting me?
why should I care/miss populaire?
I have a life/why cause me strife?
you have no life/I am your life!
please let me be/just set me free!
I never will/no, never will
I'll never stop/just wait and see
until you drop/you