What an Irishman is...The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's a lover of beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a churl,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his girl.
Some Uninspired, Artsy TitleSome Uninspired, Artsy TitleSome Uninspired, Artsy Title8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to society is excellent
to business patrons
my head is shakin'.
Have they taken everything
that meant something to somebody
that was different in its own way
but now it's like a snowflake--
maybe different somewhere down deep
in the places that most don't seek.
With these words now lodged on file
you may be thinking I'm a child
"whining about what?"
something I can't touch?
I'll tell you why it matters:
the individual it shatters.
10's and 20's--wasted monies
(like that guy the easter bunny)
its so expressionless its wild
the cliche' words that sound so vile:
"I miss you baby, are you ok?"
(as if not written every day.)
It disgusts my mind and bleeds my ears,
fulfilling all my music fears
so take a seat--
pull up a chair
and rest upon your derriere
I'll make a point--
and make it quick
so read on now to word set six.
With different chords and differen
FreeFreeFree5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What is free to you and me
Is not for someone else
What someone may define as free
Is really something else
Does anybody really know
What freedom really is
Or is it something fleeting, too
A rainbow in the mist
A breeze that whispers in the dark
A light against the moon
A mystic lake in forests stark
A destined meeting soon
So many times are there in tow
Just look and you will find
A freedom of your very own
Im sure that youll soon find
You could be free of cares of day
And free of all the pain
Free to make a better way
And free to love the rain
Free to find the joys in life
To find all lovely things
Just look around and hide the strife
And happiness begins
So next time you think happiness
Is just a fleeting dream
Remember ignorance is bliss
And look past all the gleam
I Won't Be Home For XmasLove has been elusiveI Won't Be Home For Xmas5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For hopes that will not bend
I wonder more and more
If my search will ever end
Traveling far and wide
All throughout this year
But recently I realized
It not for love, but fear
A fear to be alone
When alone too long Ive been
And all the loves Ive had
In all but one a sin
As reminded by the season
When xmas draws so near
That yours was pure and true
And within there was no fear
But I wont be home for xmas
Therell be no yuletide cheer
For home is where the heart is
And you, my heart, arent here
The Nature of SummerSummers breath art far too delicateThe Nature of Summer6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For an appetite of mine to whet.
Though summer doth breathe through the bees
With humid buzz and honeyed sneeze
Her pollen-yellow lashes flirt a scrumptious threat.
Summers rain is heavy, deep and wet,
Throat-choked among a falsely laced corset.
The thunder is a solid, heaving chest
And dont you know, the rain is always best
Spent crimson in a lightning-streak Corvette.
Summer is croquet among the grass
Ebony iced tea in frosty glass
The crickets sing soliloquies of passion,
Cicadas scream a heated course of action
The suns raw eye is wary of the past.
Summers scent is wanton-humid glade
Oozing grass beneath a whirring blade
The sky is hot and bare, a childs hand
Manipulating quantities of sand
Until the summers glare begins to fade.
Summers ache is hot, a dampened gleam
The sunshine flings kaleidoscopic green
Into a chandelier, the summers light
Is silver by the dying emerald night
On This DayThis time of year has come again,On This Day6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The only day I wish would end,
But while it's here I'll make it fun,
And spread my love to everyone,
And today the luck is mine,
So, will you be my valentine?
Porcelain DollPorcelain Doll6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You whisper words I cannot hear.
You give your hand, and rid my fear.
You want in and I don't understand.
Your scheming I know it, you have a plan.
Suddenly you want to know me.
You think you have something better to show me.
I said stop.
You know your place, as do I.
...but I can't shake this feeling...
*You'll silently let yourself in
and find where I lay
Destroy our sacred trust
and take me away
because you couldn't live
withought knowing me better than this...
and foolishly I smiled, and invited you in.
Into my mind
Into my room
And you had to take
What wasn't offered to you.*
Mechanically I sit alone, in shame.
What have I done, and will I do it again?
The animal in me has done it again.
Tempting evil with the purest sin.
Your hiding in my silence I know
Your laughing in the distance, grows
Do you enjoy causing me pain?
Will you watch me suffer again...
Cause once more...
You'll silently let yourself in
Phoenix ChildStand up, black child and breathe in the firePhoenix Child6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and speak that fire and be heard.
Stand up, deaf child. Take the fire in your hand
and blow it in their eyes.
Stand up, Latina child. Dip your finger in the flame
and draw it upon the the black earth.
Stand up, Palestinian child. Your tears are fire
and your fire is stronger than bombs.
Rise, sad child. You are fire
and your fire is hotter than the sun.
WhispersI close my eyes and feel the breezeWhispers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its so cold it makes my heart freeze
The soft touch of the wind
Never before it has sinned
I could not believe,
How the living could grieve
For the mountains and the seas
For valleys and the trees
Now I care to understand
The kind heart that has been banned
DiseasedThere is a disease coursing in my bloodDiseased6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It chokes my lungs and denies the frozen air
It carries the yearning to destroy God
And blind Christs merciful stare
(I have never believed in everlasting life)
It spreads like poison throughout my veins
And rips my skin to splatter the Cross
It believes in worshipping the stains
And never believes in mourning the loss
(When I have ever kneeled at the altar of Death)
I will break the stones and make fall the towers
I will lie a blackened corpse soiling holy ground
I will be an attestation of the infernal powers
And join the dead disfigured and abound
It makes my ribs bend against my heart
And delights in all the painful cracks
It does take murder to be an art
And breaks all the followers backs
(It will ever be stronger than life)
It leaves me a corpse destroyed and mangled
Having annihilated all life and faith
It has a palace bejeweled and bespangled
While all else is turned into a wraith
(I was never meant to be much more)
I have bro
ReverberationsReverberations7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back against the rusted nails,
Revisiting the pain now washed over with affection,
Worn and faded, corroding the flesh from within.
Beady eyes trained upon the wooden veins,
Encircling the planks upon the sun-bathed porch,
Like the thoughts of a sullen child,
Lost to the fantasies upon the swelling summer clouds.
Invisible scars that snake across her yellow wrist,
Cries left floating in a windless void,
Tears of an imbecile that dry upon the salty sweat upon his neck,
Emotions black as the iris of her eye.
Patience."Patience is a virtue," they say.Patience.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me tell you a little something about patience.
Every, single day, I look in the mirror
and I wonder out loud
what am I lacking
because I've ached
for I haven't felt truly beautiful in your presence
bitten wingsbitten wings7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Questions, they float around
Like butterflies that our memories have morphed into:
Bitten at the wings and torn at the sides.
They fly in a cool violet black,
In circles, heaving with effort,
Burdens, they circle our souls
Like the venoms your spittle formed around my neck:
Biting beneath my veins and through my heart.
They crawl with fury,
With no regards to my glass-made soul.
I will not run with you,
Your world of make believe is like the mirage that I am,
Deceit is just part of this game,
You will never find me in my hidden land.
I'll paint you black with the reddest sparks,
They'll represent our sorrows and our sad smiles.
I'll scratch you away and make you bleed,
They'll cleanse away my pain and your sins.
I'll find you in your heavenly abode,
Then I'll push myself over the edge,
Falling straight into the embers,
Of the hell you made for me.
Screams, they never stop echoing.
Like the daggers from our past that form in my heart:
Nicked at the center and a solitary plunge diagonall
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But I don´t know why.
As much as I can try.
Cause it´s just too late.
There is real no faith.
I just can´t say those simple words.
I love you.
And it´s just too hurts.
Whispers in The TreesThe whispers, I hear them,Whispers in The Trees7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
blowing through the halls
like wind in autumn leaves.
They are quiet, but no.
I try not to hear, but I do.
They ring in my memory forever.
School, like a forest, its students
like sturdy trees.
Together, they stand, a wall
What shall I do, lost in this forest?
Sunlight reaches me not.
The shadow of my peers is too great.
The whispers, I hear them,
blowing through the halls
like wind in autumn leaves.
Like a sapling, I quiver,
far behind the rest.
I shall die in here,
can't they see?
Though as I wait, my eyes
adjust to the darkness,
my whispers join the rest.
Though as I wait, my skin
a shield against the world.
Now we are we and the
forest is one.
We stand, tall yet never silent,
waiting for a new soul to devour.
Deep Pits of DoubtOn the eve of death and colossal lossDeep Pits of Doubt7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would life plunge into the shrine of Apocalypse
Where as steadfast guard stood God's cross
Against the filth and temptation in the luring glimpse
Of the molten flames and the horrid face of power
On the eve of war, on the holiest fateful hour
At the edge of life and the tragic cessation of all
Would man lament the pitiful End of Days
And decadently dance to the melody of the Fall
Drowning in fear and the breathy mesmerizing haze
Before the Kingdom coming would fire spark
At the edge of life in the brooding ominous Dark
In the white cracked skull of the Hurt
Would Evil triumph over good and awful wings
That would beat painfully on the blood stained dirt
Where a terrible stream of burning red light springs
And the end of the world would come crashing about
In the white cracked skull that has never known no doubt
(God will not prevail against the Black Savior of Pain)
Tears Mixed With the Blood 2The fields are filled with golden sun,Tears Mixed With the Blood 27 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and yet the quiet never comes.
The death resounds in the fire,
from gun shot and cannon aim
all around me, but yet I stay.
The soldiers fall,
their blood shall spill
until the earth
has had it's fill.
And there it will stay
until later we walk
acorss the sun filled field
and wash the blood away with our tears.
The Tears Mix with the BloodThe flowing fields of greenThe Tears Mix with the Blood7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
condemned with the hate of
So many people
are here. There may never
The grey stones
jut from the earth.
The dead's remembrance
of people once been.
The rotting corpses
And we wonder
why in the morning
the grass holds footprints.
We wonder why the grass is green.
There May be PeaceThe giant rocksThere May be Peace7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is hard to believe
that I was just there.
This little stream
is so quiet,
it almost makes me believe in peace.
"I could stay here forever"
a voice inside me says.
This world is a strange place,
that a little valley
by the road
can give me so much comfort.
This little river!
In the past few minutes
I have grown to love it.
Could it be
that the world has gotten quieter.
I follow the river
as far as it goes
until it melds
into the ground.
The gentle quiet
is hope that the world may see
the way it should be.
The world is so quiet here.
Mabye time has frozen.
To me, it shows that there may be peace.
RememberingOver the many seas of time,Remembering7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch through the glass
at the passing of this world;
it's joys and sorrows
and am glad
that I am not
part of it.
Instead, I look
through this thin glass
at this world above the sea;
and look behind me at this splendid hall
of gold, and at the table
of the gods.
And thought about
what it might be like
on that world by the sea.
How it might be like
to be sad, or lonely
or to be hungry or thirsty
and stared into the clouds and the sea
The Teeth of the WorldThe world has teeth,The Teeth of the World7 years ago in Open More Like This
and it can bite you
whenever it wants.
The splitting narrows of this time;
the questions ever planted in your mind,
of which the world will provide no answer.
All the visions gently creeping,
left their seeds while I was sleeping.
and the visions in my head
of the world;
it's gnashing and smashing
of human lives.
Human lives of work.
Their lines of toil
will fade in the fire.
Their screams subliminal
to what they see.
They see what I have seen all along.
The ganshing, and smashing,
of the teeth of the world
that can bite you
whenever they want.
RebornReborn9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sands of time,
Were short for me,
I lost my life,
But feel more free.
My body was a prison,
And my mind became the key,
To help myself escape all this,
Before I had to plea.
Lost within the darkness,
Though a light did soon shine through,
Showing me the way to go,
And leading me to you.
The light now is my soul,
Though the darkness be my scorn,
This dream becomes new life,
A heaven of the reborn.
©Zak. B (Zelleon)
The AbyssThe Abyss9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With crunch of earth
Beneath booted foot
And clash of mighty sword and shield
Night joins light
Upon the battle fields
Long ago stained ever lasting
In blood and sweat
As chaos seeks to reign supreme
Mortal enemies long since birth
While none remember what began the war
Only that the light seemed forbidden with-in the shadowed walls
Of the earthly bound abyss
Unless shackled in shame
That thousands would suffer
Surrendering life's blood
To quench the raging hungers of a ravished earth
Where they clashed
A hatred as old as time
Ripped asunder as forth
A new nightmare arises
To threaten the lands
With a whole new form of terror
Bringing darkness and chaos to the heavens
Causing a sparking of light and pride
Where little had dwelled before
Since as far back as time recalls
With crunch of earth beneath booted foot
And clash of mighty sword and shield
Two enemies put aside differences
And a hatred as old as time
To take up arms in union
In a clash of thunder
My Aching HeartI am trapped, never free;My Aching Heart9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No freedom flower comes to visit me.
Just one of loneliness and depression.
You may not have noticed it but I am human;
I have needs and feelings.
My subtle hints didn't go through your thick skin.
So I am giving up.
Hints don't work; so I am making a stand.
The depression grows inside my aching heart.
I will not spread lies or rumors for I am stronger than that.
The entrapment in your home will not go on;
For I cannot stand it anymore.
This is not my house;
This is not my room;
Just a prison cell to my aching heart.
When you can understand my pain I will once again call this my home.
My aching heart will not magically stop hurting;
Work, time and space are needed.
Thinking HurtsI don't fit in with my friends.Thinking Hurts9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never know.
I think about it;
when I'm alone.
When they're there;
it makes no difference.
All I feel is alone.
When I'm thinking;
my mind drifts;
and I become more and more;
I can't stop myself;
from thinking though.
It's just the way I work.
No matter how hard I try;
Thinking always hurts.