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THE SOUNDS OF LONELINESS II
there is a silence deep
and unforgiving
a longing that tears
at your soul
and rips at your heart
with no mercy.
You count the time
with each breath
that you take
and stand alone
in this Godless world,
Heaven's lost promise.
This night was kissed
with white satin light
with gentle ease
the breeze
lifted my curtain
in the rhythm
of my heart
Sepia shadows
rippled on the roof
the hum of crickets
reverberated
through the air
this was a discovery
of unfailing peace
this munimented minute
I etched into my mind
as a memory pearl
and means to escape
in the cacophony
of a cyclone of time
as sadness falls
onto my face
MY WORLD
SO MUCH TURMOIL.
COME HEAR ME .
FOR YOUR EYES PUT ME AT PEACE.
YOU TOUCH ME WITH SOFT WINDS
AND ENTER MY HEART WITH LOVE .
COME LET ME HOLD YOU.
PROTECT YOU.
WHILE IM AT EASE.
BE MNE FOR ETERNITY.
IN MY WORLD THERE IS NOTHING WITH OUT YOU.
LET ME BE YOUR OMEGA.
THE ONE YOU REST YOUR HEAD ON.
FOR I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU WEARY OR BROKEN.
MY FIRE FEEDS OFF YOUR AIR.
LEAVE ME WITH YOUR HANDS.
I CAN ONLY GIVE YOU MY HEART.
BUILD AN EMPIRE FOR MY QUEEN, MY LOVE.
Cracked glass
unmelted beneath
a blackened sky,
Where to begin
on such a day?
She died.
What to say,
about such a life?
Rose red petals
wilting out on the floor.
So promising, yet so forgotten.
Regret is a tempest,
tearing at the soul,
a path of self-loathing
and destruction left behind.
She loved him
like no other,
saw the good
through the bad.
Loved without a price.
in January
French water lilies
follow me
I noticed that
even in death
lilies held beauty,
arched to one side,
white petals
glistened in the light
There were poems
in their drooping folds.
I reached into a void.
They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.
Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.
Walk with me down Freedom Avenue
Let us dance to a rythm of a new life
Through the hunger the hardships the pain strife.
Past the bigots and their slaves
Past the rancid bastards
Feeding their sickening rage
Past the greed, the grime, the hatred, the filth,
Past the whores and the junkies molesting our earth
Walk with me down Freedom Avenue
We will never be held down by chains.
Never bound by the filth of ignorance and never afraid
Never thrown to the wolves never food for the sheep.
Shelter oils
Violet night
all empty the
shade of waiting
Enthropic echoes
Await hypnotic
breath drawn weariness
sleek and rough borne
Basking in lurid tranquil
Seasons
Sleek silhouettes
In morn cast pirhouttes
Dear life,
I hope you are filled with happiness,
The colours of hope and wonderful dreams,
An adventure that I can share with my loved ones,
An inspiration to others who are still finding their way,
So that when the inevitable end comes,
When this world is no longer a stage for my story,
I can say that it has been a journey I will never regret.
Dear life,
When that day comes and I embrace my mortality,
I can say that it has been a journey I will never regret.
lounging in
the barren faceless room
waiting for another
round of piss
and blood tests
so the parasites
can gauge how soon
it'll be before
my own heart
kills me
and stops their payments
I look around and
watch the faces of
scared pathetic animals
trying desperately to
hold on to lives
no longer worth
the living
as if they know
the yawning pit
of Hell awaits
when they're
already
in its jaws
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