By Moses Bernads.
Wednesday, 23. September 2009, 19:46:51
sailor, lessons., earth, life
While sailing the vast intensity of life
you discover your true composure and strife
You become your sole comfort and god,
That little universe you create and explore,
And you perfom a lone character as a sailor,
Ideas haunt you and they become dangerous,
And everyday you awake more verocious,
Usually the same predicament sorrounds you,
Ammounting truth and shame around you,
A calmination of endless torture,
The elimination of savere dis-trust and stature,
A deadly roulette of viscous relentless famine ,
Same as the serengeti in summers's day line,
My throat rots and the stench is corrosive,
As the horizon fades and reality becomes evasive.
The crust of the earth yearns for healing sessions,
And my wores relent of a peacefull rudiment of life's lesson.
By lokutus_prime.
Sunday, 7. December 2008, 14:22:37
acceptance, Poet, kemerton, rhyme
...
By lokutus_prime.
Sunday, 7. December 2008, 11:55:52
tents, smart, Poet, castle
...
Life in all its providence
places some in castles,
and some in tents.
The rich man with his
tax avoid, shrugs off
Life and lives abroad.
The poor man holds
his plate up high
for social welfare
from the sky.
But the middle class
see their lot
as something else
that God forgot.
Life sucks the juice
from everyone,
the rich man in Bermuda's sun,
the poor man in the begging run,
but the middle class
fret and fear
that tax is higher
than last year.
The richman with his
basking yacht
and smart accountant
ignores the lot.
The poor man thinks
he'll get a job
but social security
boils on hob.
And the middle class
wince and tell each other
that God should have had
a middle class brother.
1st ADDENDUM:
The bankers gambled the wherewithal
and markets hold all in their thrall.
The media talks (it's more of a prattle)
about 'rising prices' and says the battle
is about "chance" - give it to all.
The bankers gambled the wherewithal
and markets hold all in their thrall.
Stock is bought and stock is sold;
each holder sieves for a 'pot of gold'.
The bankers gambled the wherewithal
and markets hold all in their thrall.
The CityGuys, they run with a herd
that bellows "follow!" and then 'absurd'
becomes the "Order Of the Day".
The bankers gambled the wherewithal
but markets hold all in their thrall.
Governments fumble and lose their way
and the middle class must pay and pay.
(c) Lokutus prime
By Lyn.
Wednesday, 24. September 2008, 09:36:20
poetry, poems, love, wildtazzmaa
...
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
I can no longer run* I can no longer hide* From this pain inside*
No more fleeing out the door* Running from where I've been* For it is all still within*
Carried on a journey nowhere* Of which upon arrival* I still struggle for survival*
It is time to stand strong* It is time to face the pain* Only then from dying will I refrain*
By Lyn.
Wednesday, 24. September 2008, 06:40:18
poetry, poems, love, wildtazzmaa
...
Originally posted by wildtazzma:
The love in his smile* The praise in his eyes* All the while* Filling our lives* With an abundance of love* For all to share* Sent from above* God does care* For he sent you to me* A Lord to cherish* Always to be* Never to perish*
By Lyn.
Monday, 22. September 2008, 08:13:19
wildtazzmaa, poetry, poems, love
...
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
Have you ever been happy* Yet deep down sad? When there is nothing bothering you* Yet you still feel blue? I have often wondered about this* Just what is it that is amiss? Suddenly I realize it's not thoughts of me* But thoughts of all the atrosities I see* Some people are content in their private bubble* Giving no thought of the surrounding trouble* I have tried this way of thinking* But my mind and heart kept on sinking* Then I feel remorse for even trying* As I see so many suffering and crying* The hungry sick disabled and poor* I just can't close my eyes and shut the door* Yet I have no choice to admit* To allow my heart and mind to submit* I am but just one little me* And there is nothing to stop what is to be*
By Lyn.
Monday, 22. September 2008, 05:37:19
poems, wildtazzmaa, poetry, love
...
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
See the pain in their eyes* The hurt on their face* Feel the fear in their heart* Such an empty place* Oh where do we start* How do we rescue their soul* Desperation so strong* Longing to fill that hole* Time is so precious* And we see all along* So whats stopping us* Something must be done* Children are the suffered ones*
By Lyn.
Monday, 22. September 2008, 03:05:04
wildtazzmaa, poetry, love, life
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
Eyes gleeming with happiness* Eyes swollen and red* Heart beating wildly with passion* Heart pounding with despair* Hands warmed by another* Hands cold and untouched* Stomache fluttering with joy* Stomache painfully wretched* Soul elated and fulfilled* Soul starved and alone* Love Love* Two faces of love*
By Lyn.
Monday, 22. September 2008, 02:41:26
wildtazzmaa, sleepless, poetry, poems
...
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
Angry eyes piercing my soul* Words slashing all of me* Wounds covered merely by flesh* All given of free will* From those who proclaim love*
Behind the cold steel* Beats the warm heart* Unable to feel*
Within flesh and bone* Lives a loving soul* To others unknown*
Demons of the night* Invade my sleep* A tortured soul* Is mine to keep*
By Lyn.
Monday, 22. September 2008, 02:03:41
wildtazzmaa, sleepless, poetry, poems
...
Originally posted by wildtazzmaa:
Lying in bed* Longing to sleep* It's inside my head* Inside deep* Whispers of night* Dark shadows about* I lay here in fright* Unable to shout* When will there be* A time of peace* Rest for me* Will darkness cease* Lying in bed* Sun shining bright* It's still in my head* Only now in the light*
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