Posts Tagged ‘Time’

Conception

Posted: March 6, 2014 in Poetry
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Instruments transcend barriers brought on by languages…
The power of an assemblage of strings to imprint thought processess…
That words could never completely define…
Let the symbols testify…
The life lived lies…
Sounds, sights, smells…
Scribed through smiles…
Sulks, sobs, sighs…

That’s the power within instruments…
Words…
Words…
Can only carry emotion so far…
For I found the other five senses…
When meld with thought…
Teach us the greatest of all lessons…
Through the pensive times…
Pondering what each key and nth degree means…
Concede that we are not all that we speak…

The power of a pen…I try to write what I think is right…Humbled by all the slights and frights that arise when words are drawn onto paper…
So I take care in order not to offend…
But I’m offended by the lack of civility…No more chivalry…Much more hate, shake, break…
This history…I see it in my periphery…More violence followed by universal silence…
We mum our tongues to the discrimination gripping so many nations…
So much subjugation of the masses…Wars between the classes…A new generation of classless fascists…Hate is all we now seem to practice…
While the strings all pulled by the puppet masters…We are falling down faster than ever before…Don’t know what else is in store for us…I want to scream justice…But my tongue goes numb before any sound expels…Darkness tightens the belt…
Nothing to tell…

I delve into this world of darkness…
The light left so long ago…replaced with the cold violence we now see…
Another baby been blown up…
No “crime”…Just “wrong place and time”…
People still crossing the line between human and savage…So sad we seem to choose to ravage rather than build and speak peace…Remember that “Silence has a lease”…The fees are the loss of peace and loss of life…nothing seems suffice to us violent souls…
We choose to kill rather than grow our humanity…I’m losing my own sanity penning down each man made calamity that strikes again and again…When will this trend end? I’m thinking red colored ink…As the color sinks into the skin of paper…It’s so sad for my pen to pen down this pain in this flavor…My pen {writing} says…
When will it all end…?

Interface

Posted: December 6, 2013 in Poetry
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When does life really begin…?
Are we even alive…?
Or are we just brains submerged in a type of brine…
Acting out electrical impulses…
Mesmerized by flashes…
Glimpses of light…
Lies fed directly into the mind…
Primed to become a new flock of sheep…
Is this how life was meant to be…!?

In fact you can count me among the sheep…
Trying my best to break free from these shackles held ever so tightly…
By beings I can’t even begin to conceive…
Powerful beings who believe they hold all the “keys” for how society should be…
Throughout their domain, must maintain order among the lower beings…
Lassoed like beasts burned with the burden of poverty
Grandstanding “monarchies” reborn as “freedom” parties…
“Guiding” poor people to prepaid…destinies…
For they fear the free…
Must instill in all a thought…
Live life wearily…

Perhaps we are hardwired to serve…
Perhaps belief in a Higher Being can be curse…
As we’re often forced to serve at the behest of debts…
Led by men whose greatest theft is of our minds…
Robbing us of the ability to think and live life freely…
While bombarding us with targeted imagery to create a culture of fear, greed, and need for more…
A need for their unholy rule of law…
While I try frantically to find some way to pause…
This game just won’t end…Can’t bend the laws that inhibit any free thought…
Forgot to read that part which claims that each birth has its own premade fate..

I know of 72 Stars who will forever outshine the infinite number of other stars that make up the night sky…

Intro: Genetic engineering can be used for good and bad…
But I fear this ownership is terrible…
No mere mortal has the right to own any piece of human life…

Passions speak…
Of the right to be…
Be as thee…
Be as we wish to be…
Two piece make you and me…
More than just the sum of family trees…

But beyond the premade scripts…
We have destiny…
Supposedly supposed to be our own to make…
But too many times…”take” takes place of free will and faith…
That the fellow man won’t place his stake into a fellow soul…
Tear away what was once whole…
What was Hers…
Remake…

They remake semantics…
Misuse scarred tissues…
Abuse continues…
HeLa’s DNA…
They raped her on her slow painstaking way to the grave…
Cultured and cultured her tissues…
Leaving her whole family destitute…
No restitute…
Long before the youtube and 3 second media cues…
Her life story was mute…
However and forever truth shall remain truth…

Left for Last

Posted: September 13, 2013 in Poetry
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Intro: I really tried to create imagery within this rather somber piece. I hope I succeeded…

Another night…
Stars so bright…
Let the souls count one by one…
For when all is done…
My turn shall be upon…

However I’m no star…
Less than a ball of gaseous light-giving massess…
A black dwarf…
Small in matters of fellow man…
Cold…
Left for the very end…

Part 2
Ionic…

The idea of giving has its own wisdoms, whose parts are unified under the thought that all human life has the right to live…So we choose to give and others receive in this never ending symphony…This belief in giving to those who need…
Bring peace to conflict through honest means by defying any violent deeds…
For when a soul is scathed by hate, the bonds begin to decay…
A chain reaction begins…The poisonous product of society’s sins is released…
Why do we take…?

I pray…
Cure the imbalance…And bring peace…By giving…
Look closely…These atoms that make up the very fiber of our being…Show us that through all the chaos, peace can be achieved…By giving what you may think is rightfully yours…You will support something amazing…A human life…It’s written into our DNA…These bonds that never cease to amaze…Don’t let this trait go to waste…Give to those who have less…You will be amazed at what an act of kindness can beget…I can’t help but imagine the smiles…It warms my heart to know that the start of peace often begins with an act of kindness…
Please give…

Lucid Dreams Pt.1 {Love}

Posted: August 26, 2013 in Poetry
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We should all dream….
My love…
My dreams..

Soothing herbal scents…
Mixed with sweet mind mending essences…
Can’t comprehend these scented blessings…
Can’t help but tresspass passed this messing…
Messages claim we cannot be this way…
Shunned away by the hear and dear say..
“You don’t belong with him”
Unwanted Ms. and Mr. mix…
“Nix this miss”
“True love is more than just this”
“Ms. Sweetness…You deserve sweeter than sin.”

Luminaries

Posted: August 25, 2013 in Poetry
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I feel Martin Luther King Jr. was a luminary…

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“Luminaries”

Spirits…
People…
Bodies…
Lights…

The power of light…
Shining through all the darkness…

Buried barely beneath the fairy tales…
Ships sail through “gale force” winds with only one vision…
Spread light to all places of blight…
Rarely ever is a course defined…But the inner light inside guides the mind…

Hidden between the lines of history were these visionaries…
The luminaries…
The shunned ones who saw society had done wrong…
And tried to remedy the flaws…
Made enemies with the “pawns”…
Got caust for the righteous cause…
Distraught over the loss of the common clause that states all life is precious…
However insipid beliefs breed grief all too readily…
When you’re told not to hope or dream…
It takes great courage to break through this darkness…
Prove you’re just as important being as any other could be…

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Intro: Pieces…Pieces…Missing pieces…Pieces found…What picture will I see? One of the more darker works…

So hard to grasp what’s real…
Pieces peeled back to reveal “shades” of grey…
Jagged edged with no place being where they are…
Perhaps they personify my very heart…
Always feeling out of place…
With no ability to placate this animus that emenates…
Pumps straight through my veins…
Circulates…
Hence each breath I breathe carries “bodies” built by bane…
With no hope for any escape from this premade fate…
I breathe these pieces in…
I breathe them back in…

While my eyes wince tight…
Jagged edges migrate…
Loose ties bound by singed strips of sinewed skin…
Pinned to a central weight…Spins the wheel towards the preordained…
For no matter how hard I try to right my place…
I have no control over my own fate…

Or my very own soul chooses all the plights…
Hence my body begets blight…
For right is not me…
My heart attempts to fight…
Pulse by inspite of the vile edged pieces of me…
But there shall be no relief until my soul’s released…
For it’s not me…!!!
Birth merged two unknown beings…!!!
I’m not me!!!