Saturday, January 15, 2011

Passion

Jealousy is in love with hurt and pain.
Envy hates that crime is to blame.
Madness through betrayal and gangs.
Peer pressure is everywhere, I want to be king.
Money is my death, I want to be queen.
Don’t like being the prince because cheaters always win.
Trust the ruler and guns become your best friend.
My behavior is fine I’m just going off to war.
Tears are my violence and blood shed is my star.
Misconceived by depression because sadness is a good thing.
The only bad thing is our territory having rings.

Pleasant Lurid



Vanishing with a grudge or vanishing without love?

Desperation arranged my thoughts,
setting me disquiet throughout the shadows of sunlight.
It was right around midnight I begun to feel this rashness urge.
Penchant upon a star, gazing out the window;
   delineate my existence partly fondness of living.

Deciding to disappear off the face of this earth without a clue realizing.
There is nothing stopping me, but my inner self-lacking courage.
But I am at the points of no return and this journey has come to an end.
With no one beside me, tagging along to this voyage;

Steering down this black asphalt road, in this woodland scenery; gone astray.
Skies darkness surrounds my frame of mind
   of where do I plan to settle.
Dimness leads me to drift off this rocky cliff into a swimming pool of water.
Hoping I want drown,
       bewildered me,
               as I'm rethinking of this settlement.

My life sporadic before my eyes as ocean water tears forms my cries.
Falling deeper and deeper, but bemuse as to why I did not float.
Breathing under water with no signs of a choke,
    Still dreaming means no signs of a stroke,
       but I suddenly awoke, realizing this nightmare seemed so realistic.

Monday, January 3, 2011

micropoetry #1

words drop
from my mind 
onto the paper
my soul define

Scarlet Shine

Glowing with bliss my concentration on the sky,
You see how far, I want to find how high.
Over shadowing my secret cry,
Envisioning on a cloud as I lie
STOP daydreaming

My heart over powers what my body crave.
My mind speaks unspoken words from the grave.
Deserting my feelings, through this awkward faze.
Jabbing my chest firmly, gone into a daze
STOP flirting

They approach with envy of that I beware.
Threatening intensity vibes in the air,
Losing control of my words that I share,
The unseen incident and no one was there.
STOP the violence

Side of the road you will find paper or plastic.
Above all the junk, heavy flows of traffic.
At the park on the ground beside the wastebasket
STOP littering

In running motion looking directly ahead,
Jumping over hurdle, sharing the bread,
My retribution viewpoint bestowed me dread.
STOP watch and STOP stealing

Clandestine Lovers

Two married couples cheating with each other spouses

We’ve embark on this journey,
Saturday night was our opening encounter.
She stunned me with her presence of beauty,
Flattering me with her charm,
I instantly recognize the chemistry we partook mutually.
Cherishing the evening with passion until daybreak,
Consequently, she is off to her day.


“Good morning” she shouted, to her husband as he is walking through the door.
“I’ve prepared breakfast for you.”
Returning from his trip, he kissed her forehead and ate his meal.
Went up stairs to freshen up then headed to the fitness center.
Proceeding back to and empty home; the phone rang, “I have to work late" his wife uttered.

In his solitude mood, a doorbell rings leading to a delightful emotive.
Gorgeous lady arrived at my front door dressed in rather elegance among exquisitely.
Rewarding me foolishly with her erotic wishes to fulfill my elation,
Beginning to converge, her soul conjunct to my instrument,
Nudge my organ within her beautiful lull.
Seeing that we copulate throughout the hours of darkness,
Concluding our occasion, directed her near the exit.
“See to it that our next encounter,” she articulated.

Returning dwelling, drained from an extended day at work.
Rejection from her spouse causes frustration.
Regardless isolation result in motionless affection.
Sleeping next to repulsive preferable be next to her covert lover.

Blood on the Bottom Step


It appeared in the night on summer eve through a mistily breeze.
Heard a loud thump on the window from the wind blowing the trees.

Frightening vibes in the home when no ones there.
Along with a sickening stench left fuming in the air.

Trails of debris leading from the kitchen floor into the den,
Following into the living room where it all begins.

Someone is here while I am left, all alone.
I need help. Can you please? There is a stranger in my home.
How he got in as this mystery unveil.
No evidence left behind to before long revealed.

Thuds of footsteps towards the bedroom door;
Alarming the insider with a loud blast bore.

Panicking perilously as he is pacing near I.
Knife in hand shining off moonlight sky,

I hastily scurry towards the hallway.
However, the front entry was so far away.

Eager to escape yet could not make it.
Grabbed my soul and yearning to break it.
Dragging it down below feet numb tapping each rung.
Receiving blindness initiation no air in my lung,

Influxes of residents from night on the town,
Compiling the data which residual on the gown,
Underneath stays behind a key trace.
Remaining on top of the staircase,

In the house where the secret is kept,
Who left the blood on the bottom step?

First Offense

Anti-social personality because I trust no one;
I demand respect, can’t get it, so I use a gun.
I am annoyed, nervous, frighten, and fearful.
Prepared, eager, careless, and dreadful

Am I serious, should I do this; I mean what am I thinking?
Crazy out my mind as if I have been seriously drinking.
Heart pounding and knees shaking;
This life, should I take it.

Disrespectful, let it slide.
This person has to die.
An incredibly loud sound;
He fell slowly hitting the ground.

I ran like a steed.
Moving at fast speed
Not looking back
Everything suddenly went black.

I woke up in a place.
Where people are put in for being in a car chase
I did the crime in the end.
This is where my life begins.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Random



Misguided teen on the road to menace.
She contemplate about joining a gang,
she presume it would bring pleasure to her pain,
the strength that she would gain,
but instead it brought her eyes to rain.

The troubles of her life of misunderstandings,
would have her doing things you may assume are fun,
but also dangerous. That’ll approach you with a fully loaded gun,
and you will not run
because of fear in your heart,
knowing that from the start
this will commence a road of darkness,
the lack of family who are not there,
your life becomes unfair.

On the streets
she sleep
because of no family to run to, just enduring.
She started messing around with this guy,
who smiled when she said hi.
They then begin chatting on several occasions.
When in consideration on moving to the next stage,
she allowed this intruder to enter
her center of fervor.
Although she was clever,
she was lost in solitude, and had nowhere to escape,
with her staying, allowed several admissions to her gate.
He might of suppose it was love, but to her it was rape.

This occurred for many years,
she drop so many tears
that a river now flows by near.
That she turned the grime into mud
which she was struck in and couldn’t get out,
but without a doubt,
she didn’t wish to die like this or live the rest of her life.
But her build up courage,
discouraged
then was gone,
and her saga was going from left to right.

This remedy was alright,
she was against the violence, but one night
her eyes saw the light
and a gang fight broke out
between the guy which put her on the path of plight.
Now she’s somewhere she didn’t want to be,
hoping for someone to see
that she felt what she did was right.

She was still young
and among those of her age,
that all have the same out-of-control rage.
She felt more comfortable being herself
because a women
she was becoming to be,
but still had that temper in her system,
and to dismiss whoever wanted it with thee.

Eventually
you’ll get tired of fighting for your life
when you feel like this is the path that was chosen,
and someone tries to offer a hand to save you,
will brighten you up to hear true words being spoken.

So she accepted this token
and tried to prepared her life once again,
but got caught up in the web with an old friend.
She accused you of creeping with her man,
but being caught in the action was well comprehend.
So another beef broiled again.
After striving to change,
she went back to her old ways,
like the old days,
instead of walking away
she decided to stay.

Mixed up with drugs,
alcohol, and hanging out at clubs,
the plug she didn’t want to pull it,
she was dedicated
to that lifestyle
like a gun is to a dumdum bullet.

In life they’re signs
that will wake you up
or that can make you ponder
and wonder
is this the reason
your life continues to be difficult.
A routine of visible
trials and tribulations,
intimidation of contemplation
on do I want to give up
and surrender my evil ways
for better days,
leave this life alone,
shouting through a microphone!
But you’re under hypnosis
to perceive comprehension
of this dimension,
so you overlook the signs
and mind your own business,
only divine eyes are the witness.

With this trouble teen going into adulthood,
you would think that the growth would
make her more understood
life about now,
but with no guidance
makes her dwell
in her existing views.
Philosophizing
that this is the way
her life is and going to maintain to be,
but if she would just open her eyes and see
that it could be a better choice.

Thinking about the one she lost, realizing he’s not coming back.

unknown

Village

Girl

red space