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Spuren im Sand - Footprints in the SandSpuren im Sand - Footprints in the Sand6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deutsch / German
*** Spuren im Sand ***
Eines Nachts hatte ich einen Traum:
Ich ging am Meer entlang mit meinem Herrn.
Vor dem dunklen Nachthimmel
erstrahlten, Streiflichtern gleich,
Bilder aus meinem Leben.
Und jedes Mal sah ich zwei Fußspuren im Sand,
meine eigene und die meines Herrn.
Als das letzte Bild an meinen Augen
vorüber gezogen war, blickte ich zurück.
Ich erschrak, als ich entdeckte,
dass an vielen Stellen meines Lebensweges
nur eine Spur zu sehen war.
Und das waren gerade die schwersten
Zeiten meines Lebens.
Besorgt fragte ich den Herrn:
„Herr, als ich anfing, dir nachzufolgen,
da hast du mir versprochen,
auf a
To All Of YouTo the artistsTo All Of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the dreamers
to the believers
to the cloud watchers
to the daydreamers
to the fractal makers
to the photographers
to the 3d modellers
to the writers
to the poets
to the wishers on stars
to the fanciful
to the unrealistic
to the rebels
to the rule breakers
to the outcasts
to the dark
to the light
to the night
to the day
to all of you
I Salute You!
My Thoughts About The Election We have just seen, in the United States of America, the first mixed race African-American and Caucasian President re-elected for his second term. I believe this election sends a number of clear messages and I feel it behooves us to understand what these messages are.My Thoughts About The Election6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
First and foremost, what I would call the most important thing the Republican Party should learn from this is that you cannot infringe on the rights of citizens. If you try to take away the rights of women, of immigrants, of people with alternative lifestyles, you will continue to lose. This is the Twenty First century guys... things have changed, and you REALLY need to get with the times.
Second, it is very very evident that the American people no longer believe the old conservative line (or should I say lie?) about tax breaks for the wealthy creating jobs. You need to look no further than recent history, each time we have chosen a Republican and enacted these sorts of tax cuts, we have lost jobs
DARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)Classidia feeds in the moonlightDARK ANGEL IN DESPAIR (#3 In The Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whilst dreaming of the sun,
A million stars may light the night,
But for her there's only one.
Many years have drifted past
Since last she saw a sunrise,
The Dark Angel with a heart of gold,
And The Vampire Queen still cries.
Times flies if you are having fun,
You don't notice that it's passing;
But when one becomes immortal,
Then it's truly everlasting.
One can face eternity
If there's someone there to share it,
But her anger just feeds madness,
And no longer can she bear it.
The evil Nemset took her life
In more than just one way;
She was brought across, her lover died,
On that Godforsaken
Not This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t Again6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
By Charles Kunkle Jr (aka fraterchaos)
On Friday, in Jacksonville, Florida, Michael Dunn, a 45 year old man shot to death a 17 year old black teen over loud music. It seems that Jordan Davis was a passenger in a car with some friends, in a parking lot of a convenience store, and the teens were listening to loud music on the car stereo. When Mr. Dunn ordered them to turn down the music, they ignored his demands.
Apparently, this gave Mr Dunn all the excuse he needed, to begin firing randomly into the car. He fired at least 8 times, yet only hit Davis (or anyone else) twice. And after the shooting he fled the scene. Bys
Let's Talk factsLet's Talk FactsLet's Talk facts5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)
In the wake of the tragedy in Newtown Conn. this past week, there's been a lot of stuff bandied about, and I have made no secret of my opinions about the subject. Personally, I fully favor a semi-automatic assault weapons ban, and a ban on high capacity magazines. I have met with a good deal of opposition on this, by people who make numerous claims and excuses and arguments that to me, simply don't wash.
One of the things we've been hearing a lot of, is the "arm the teachers" argument. In some ways, this almost sounds like it makes sense... if those teachers had had guns, they coul
A Questionby Charles Kunkle Jr (fraterchaos)A Question1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
Recently, we've all been hearing a lot about the Keystone XL Pipeline and "Tar Sands Oil". There has been much said and written concerning this, both pro and con. And with the recent pipeline spills, the subject seems to be heating up. But there is a question that, so far, I have not heard anyone asking, and most certainly have not heard anyone even trying to answer.
Now, granted, it's possible someone has asked this question, and it's even possible it's been answered, and I simply missed it, but I'd still like to know the answer, if there's anyone who can actually explain it...
Basically
Paralysed By PerfectionParalysed By Perfection4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Paralysed By Perfection
When you visualise the outcome
all you can see is failure.
You can't imagine anything good
being produced.
It seems like a lot of work to start,
an enormous hurdle.
You might not like what you do,
it might be an embarrassment to yourself.
If you don't show it anyone then who will know
so does it matter?
It feels weird to start, forbidden and uncomfortable.
What if ideas don't come? What if it can't be expressed as I like?
I try to remember Bob Ross and his 'happy accidents'.
Does anything excellent come from the first attempt anyway?
Probably sometimes when you're in that flow
but if you've been locked down and bloc
Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)Let Me Know How That Works Out For You...5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Ever since the 2012 election, there has been an ongoing discussion about how the republican party can regain it's influence. Many ideas have been put forward, basically from two camps. The moderate republicans say they need to find a way to appeal to the general population more, basically becoming more "center-right" and then there is the bat-crap crazy, ultra-conservative wing (sometimes called the TEA Party) which firmly believes becoming even more intransigent, more unintelligent, and basically, far more bat-crap crazy, is the way to win elections... I think anyone with a bit of sense can see that
DREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel SagaStrondar rubbed his tired eyesDREAMING OF THE DARK ANGEL ~ #4 in Dark Angel Saga8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That were red, as if he'd wept,
Another night had dragged on by
And again he'd hardly slept.
He felt he should remember something,
That he almost had forgotten,
But when he tried, the thought turned to dust,
Like a parchment that is rotten.
He knew the name Classidia,
And saw the image of a girl,
Bur also blood and violence
And darkness in a whirl.
Yet there was no fear of the name
Or the thoughts he had in part,
And somehow he must find the truth
To fill the void within his heart.
Three nights ago he was attacked
Of this there is no doubt,
But the details were elusive,
Had he only been knocke
DARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)A cold dark nightDARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pale moon rising,
The bat she leaves the belfry
The vampire's on the wing.
Her bright eyes are red lightning
She rides the sky like thunder,
The yearning is upon her
She seeks to slake her hunger.
Her preternatural hearing
Captures sounds from far below,
A young thief alone is walking,
Her urge begins to grow.
Landing, she takes human form
Concealed behind a tree,
Classidia's the beauty all in black
With skin like ivory.
Her fluidity of movement,
Brings her within his sight,
An enchantress of such promise,
A Dark Angel of the night.
He moves towards her willingly,
With only passion in his eyes;
But th
a questionOk I got a question... if we have to give rich people and big business more tax cuts, because they are "job creators"... so my question is, you've had these tax cuts for at least 8 years now, some for 11 years, and where the are the jobs????a question10 months ago in Editorial More Like This
George Bush gave you tax cuts in 2001, and more in 2003... you have had them all this time, but instead of creating any jobs, you've lost jobs!!!!! So give me this crap about tax cuts creating jobs... what are they going to do if we don't give them tax cuts, not create even more jobs????? And why should we let the rich and corporate jackals hold us hostage?
Tax cuts at the expense of the middle class d
Hole againI am blue; I am down; I am depressed;Hole again8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am beaten; I am pummeled and suppressed!
Walked on like a doormat,
My soul, it bleeds blood-red.
I move outside the flow of life
I am the living dead.
My empty heart is aching
Yet longing to be killed,
So the vacuous pain within me
Stops waiting to be filled.
WonderlandWhat of pain?Wonderland9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And what of love?
What of push?
And what of shove?
Check that watch you're running late!
The Queen of hearts will not wait!
A fairy tale is but grim
It's life that's really dark and dim.
Life's a hole that leads nowhere
A Cheshire Cat that's full of air!
Escapism needs mind-bending,
A feast of mushrooms that's unending.
Your head of voices starts to natter
Your secret soul a dark Mad Hatter.
But what of Love?
Is it just all malice?
Yeah; Stuff the Rabbit!
And Screw you, Alice!!!
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.
DEAD I AMDEAD I AMDEAD I AM3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I SEE THE DEAD WATCHING WITH DEATHLY EYES
I HEAR THE DEAD WHISPERING WICKED LULLABIES
I FEEL THE DEAD TOUCHED BY ROTTING FINGERTIPS
CREEPING ALONG MY QUIVERING LIPS
I FEAR THE DEAD THEIR GHASTLY DESIRE TO DISEMBOWEL
SCREAMING AS I WRITHE AND HOWL
I AM NOW ONE OF THE DEAD
A DREAM I HAVE LONG SINCE DREAD
FESTERING INSIDE MY HEAD ....
To Sink or SwimTo Sink or Swim1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's it like..?
To finally enter the deep sea of depresion,
after so many of your tears were shed?
Does it wash over you in one big wave,
or does it slowly suffocate you even more?
Do you try to swim back up to the surface?
Or do you stay and let yourself drown..?
Will you let yourself drown into the sea?
Get so use to the pain, that you don't feel it anymore?
Or do you want to swim back up..?
...Just so you know you can feel atleast something...?
Nightmare - 7Nightmare - 71 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
God Hates Us
The sound of the news drifted lightly throughout the quiet house. Two reporters swapped news back and forth, somberly announcing the day's calamities; a man whose beachfront property was flooded, a teenage girl who broke her neck at cheerleading practice, a distraught father whose son had run away. Each report was tragic, but Zacky found them simply amusing.
The light softly emanating from the TV caused shadows to dance in the sparsely lit room. The window shades were hastily drawn shut, leaving only the glow of the sunlight that trickled in through the cracks. Occasionally, a slight breeze would filter in through the open wind
Black and White Was This WorldBlack and white was this world before thee cameBlack and White Was This World3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Opened thou the doors to endless color
Ere I beheld thee life wasn't a game
When black and white was all, I was weaker
Others there were but none helped like you did
When I was alone my friend you became
Broken was I when the blows rained down amid
Confusion that if even not be your aim
Thee stole up from the darkness and brought light
Thou tended my wounds with caring, soft aid
Thee were aged and time left you had was slight
Death was kind one summer's night I decayed
Forever in my mind shalst you be
If even thou art gone now, you and I, we
Crying WordsPages become tornCrying Words3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the tears are reborn
Old wasted ideas
Crumble to the floor
GraduationI take those final steps.Graduation4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hands shaking,
and legs feeling numb.
It is all going to be over within seconds.
I will be an adult,
an alumnae of High School.
These girls,
my family,
this is the last moments with all of us together.
It is all done and over with.
The sadness, anxiety, excitement,
all seem too much.
When I’m sitting back down,
the shaking still continues on.
Suddenly a hand is held tight in mine.
My best friend always there for me,
always holding on.
The tears finally fall.
This is not the end, but a new beginning,
and the emptiness i feel inside
will eventually fade.
JANUARY BLOOMSWhat will, in January, bloom?JANUARY BLOOMS4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?
The loons cry out their tuneful woes,
and winds, they sweep around like brooms.
The skies, sometimes, are filled with gloom,
while stalks lie withered in their rows.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?
I lay my head upon your womb,
my love for you, it starts to flow;
it’s this that blooms, as we both know,
and maketh me your winter groom.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?
DAVID ROGERS
THE WOMAN BY THE SEAAs the day grows old with clouds of pinkTHE WOMAN BY THE SEA4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there’s a woman standing by the sea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
She is looking down without a blink
to contemplate what may not be
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
Her desires never seem to sink
as she’s whispering a silent plea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
It is by the sea she likes to think
for it is here her soul roams free
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
The sand beneath her feet like mink
her dreams are one big mystery
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
A cool ocean mist her skin will drink
this eloquent woman by the sea.
As the day grows o
WINTER MOONJanuary moon, glowing bright,WINTER MOON4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it lights the way on misty nights;
a serenading by the loon
while holding sway the winter moon.
We hear the hooting of the owl,
and raccoons sneaking, on the prowl;
the trees, their bark sticks out like runes,
while holding sway the winter moon.
The fireflies, they dance about,
hyenas cackle as they shout;
a breath of night makes flowers swoon,
while holding sway the winter moon.
Always, the night must yield the way,
and sink upon the light of day;
the night will come again real soon,
while holding sway the winter moon...
DAVID ROGERS
Sta.sh
