(I didn't see a pre-existing thread so now we have one I hope to see lot's of goodies here! )

Unrest

I plead to the skies to take it all away
Tearful prayers, one for each day...
My raging broken spirit is answered
by silence...and darkness
I beg my heart to smile,
To melt the stones I hold, so I can breathe
Imploring my mind to stop spinning
Fears, worries, distress
I unrest
Only the night hears me now
Jumbled thoughts wrapped in light
Concealed by daytime's lies
Standing among dead who walk
Plastic smiles, vacant eyes
Silenced by the unrest inside

S&F Thanks

She is dead
He is dead
In the storm of lies
In the winter of the soul
He is dead
a man worships
the big lies of gold
or a poet seeking
bright ashes...

A man eater of dreams
I sit in bits and sing
songs.
American songs.

I wanted something,
someone I could not have,
until I began to sound like him.
Imitate him.

(Inspired by Hurricane Katrina and we who survived it)~

Ashes
Savage debris dance, furious winds spiral spin manic
Cracking, collapsing, splintering hope...life
Distant cries masked by wrenching shrieks of twisters feeding
Catapulting a million dreams through the sky...
From where they fall and crash into our hearts...breaking
White blur roars in anger, spits ferocious razors at our flesh
Remnants of life rain down, tearing skin, crushing bone & spirit
The massive sea looks on, glaring revulsion
Retching deep within its dark belly
Vomits disgust into our world
Oceans of vile waves push forth immense force
Squealing horrible ill delight at its destruction
Nourished, fulfilled by the ones swallowed, carries the rest away
Broken, torn, lifeless...limp...empty
Only ashes remain, splintered scraps of what was and would be
And the haze will give way to sun
And the white blur will satiate its hunger and sleep
And the sea will recede, leaving only crumbs of its great feast
Crumbs of our spirit...our dreams....our homes
For us to gather from the ashes and make whole again.

Great stuff thanks.

Deep in the purple that reflected the pink of the floyd
a tone that reminds me of hippie daze, sun dappled days

Then they came with axes and demanded their taxes
So many gentle ones with limbs left in the meadows.
Cant remember all the names just fleeting flashes of the massacre
a laughing suit clapping his comrade, crossing a name off his list

All the dreamers gone...gone...like a limpid, spent ,old mans dong

Wear slippers no time for thongs now
no veges or ideals only acceptance and cow

Waiting ,just another life, another scared rabbit life.
All end with the bullet and the squeals... the glee of the hunters.
Skinned and consumed through fire.

Born waiting to be reborn .

Summer now
lovesick teenagers
circle the 7/11 in all
the configurations of
desire.

Solo male, female only
couples only, threesomes
while the ipod plays
Little Wing.

and later some
make attempted love
in a place
where plants refuse
to grow and people
throw old tires,
cardboard toys, and
unread poems.

A dream is all that's left or me,
in this desert, sands rife with misery.
Your memory burned across my mind,
Forgotten, forsaken, to death consigned.

Parched and thirsty I ache for your voice,
Sanity abandoned, regret is our choice.
Blindly I followed you into the abyss,
to hold you, drink you, revel in your kiss.

Darkness surrounds me, fear without boundary
Ripped away from all that I had known.
My body it withers, my soul in shivers,
My sins have reaped far beyond what was sown.

Sitting in a black car eating the ears of a recent kill

All the peasants around drowning in life , still gives the thrill

An old man tryin to survive he sees amongst the young stones who thrive

Yeah death, soon or then

The man in the black car will eat the best body parts.

A missing heart is hidden, eaten by the winners and grinners
Lie down and be still, ignore them and the thrills
Wait ...just wait...he never abandons.

I never much saw
the point to life
because I suffered
but now...


I dream of
free bravery,
I am
a social being.

I should do something
to get out of here
but float around
in the culture
wondering
what it will grow.

All can be condoned if its not done to you
Atomic sparing of future deaths,viruses to slow the human growth
Poverty to ensure wealth to the few
This life draws us all in
and no one never sins

Then we die, sigh,just another burger and fries.

Thanks guys, I gave everyone a star . I love reading your stuff.

Keeper of Shadows

Shadows whisper their secrets
Fear, joy, betrayal, love
Spill into the night
Murmurs drift along the evening breeze
Wisping through the trees, dancing for the starlit sky,
For the darkness and all its sorrow
For its cries of anguish
Bearing burdens of sin and truth
Confessions entrusted only to the moonlight,
To the shadows, to the night,
But she hears them all
Gentle winds bearing souls wrap around her
Weaving silken whispers into songs of despair,
So sad, yet hypnotic, beautiful tragedy . . .
She opens her heart wide
Secret songs pour in from the darkness,
And the keeper of shadows swallows our sin,
And when the sun rises again, our souls are light and free

I love the way
she dances,
gypsy girl,
sterling bangles
stones of Lapis
and carnelian
glisten on her
skin.
Lost in the
rumble, grumble
of the bass
and drums.
We watch from
the stage and
smell her sweat
of lavender and lime.
Wire and Wood
magicians entranced
by the Goddess
of Neon and Nite.

Originally posted by jackieps1975
Thanks guys, I gave everyone a star . I love reading your stuff.

Keeper of Shadows

Shadows whisper their secrets
Fear, joy, betrayal, love
Spill into the night
Murmurs drift along the evening breeze
Wisping through the trees, dancing for the starlit sky,
For the darkness and all its sorrow
For its cries of anguish
Bearing burdens of sin and truth
Confessions entrusted only to the moonlight,
To the shadows, to the night,
But she hears them all
Gentle winds bearing souls wrap around her
Weaving silken whispers into songs of despair,
So sad, yet hypnotic, beautiful tragedy . . .
She opens her heart wide
Secret songs pour in from the darkness,
And the keeper of shadows swallows our sin,
And when the sun rises again, our souls are light and free

Visual and poetic , the last line honest but in humble opinion lets down the preceding lines.
Really love your words.

I want to go
Where you want to go?

Want to go to where the ... I dont know.

So you like a malcontent, all optimisim spent?
I dont know just want to go

You like a spoilt brat , like a bored fat cat?
Something like that, just like that.

Take the knife cut your life
But I am afraid....

Little man, make a stand
No one about you gives a damn

But I care about me
You selfish sham

Hate is for you
Love is for others

No one is your sister, no one is your brother ....die

I know you ...and I know you lie.

I will live another day by my choice, and not listen to your hateful voice.
Iam ugly Iam dumb Iam fat Iam shunned

But Iam me and Iam free if I say nay te ye.

Silver gums that envelope the fire stiffened probing darkness

Moonlight that conjures spirits from an endless universe

Naked forms an endless circle

Songs of trees that entice loves melody

Lust and love beneath an ancient moon

No one wants dawn to come soon.

Softly


I heard your footsteps this day following mine, for every one I took two of yours trailed closely in time. I slowed my breath as I turned to see, that what I thought was two remains only me.
I sighed a sigh that lovers know well, from the recesses of my heart, where the longing does dwell.




Short and sweet.
The land is jealous of your beauty, the very air cannot match your grace.
My hands are humbled and shaking as I gently touch your face. The world around us disappears while I remain in your embrace. You still my soul and calm my fears, you are the source of my joy, my comfort and my tears. plesent thoughts fill my mind when you are near, my paradise is seen in your eyes, blue waters so clear.

[edit on 18-6-2009 by alyosha1981]

I seek some shelter here, in my mind, yet the forcast isn't clear. The countless downpour of thoughts keeps the sun at bay.
Cold and icey, I fear they stay.
I weather the storm's eye with the umbrella of hope, wishing for the clouds to part or even slightly slope.

Dreaming the dreamers dream
Smoking the pipers pipe

I sat, and we sit
In our garden

A place
where moments counted we
Not we moments

A place
Where the apple tree stood
and will stand, as long
as these words are read
and even longer

A tree
like any tree.
No further from us
than ourselves

No more or less
profound than
the being of being

That shines visibility
When the earth shadows
have moved, flickered

When
Flames of darkness and light
Synchronised
with the tide of sun.
have circumnavigated the tree

When shadow sets shadow
When all is shadow

When all that is
is
but
night sky,
ground

and

a stars reflection
In a dew drop

Hazel

Always haze
The densest fog clouds vision
Wandering through webs of thought
Pull away the silk to untangle words

Incoherent
Riddles without rhythm
Hear the stars and smell the sky
Kind of tastes like winter

Breathe in a light
Exhale a dream, inscribed a name
I met her in a rainbow, she was glass
Shatter for me into all of your shades

Pour me in purple and blue for webs are only gray

The top of the clouds
are white
the bottoms are black.
The wind rolls
beercans in the road.
Drunks in the
parking lot
swear and fight.
Inside it's warm
and the gypsy girl
dances for us.
I punch my bass
and dial up
distortion,
The tribal ones
move in beauty.
The desert is alive
tonite.