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Walk with Mother

darthonian — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 08:20:55 +0000

Where should I lay blood released; now I go to look for peace
Lying on the battlefield breathing my last, wait for the end to be past
So many bodies space is rare, nobody said dying was fair
I feel the last come closer now, longing for a fair maid to mop my brow
Bodies still dancing across my face, another joke on the human race
Shells impact and the bodies fly, perhaps their not sure how to die
Memories cloud my mind right now; a dead mother is here wanting to know how
She cries for a loss she can’t understand, this is my war to defend this land
The cost is more than I wanted to pay I walk with my mother I died this day

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Devil’s Angel

Deepak — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 09:54:11 +0000

She is devil’s angel
and my most beautiful regret
her smile is a sweet deceit
and her beautiful face is hard to forget
her voice is like peace-giving orison
and her charm is irresistible all the time
She is the queen of all trades
powered with joy and death bells, yet always kind

She descends from a faraway fairyland
and rises from a radiance
the nature turns connoisseur of her beauty
and all minds are tranquilized of her presence
her actions are emotionless
and she hails justice on the basis of morality
She defeats the gales and the gravity
ceasing the evils of their insanity, yet never fatigued

She is pure like the sacred streams
and walks like an oblivion lost in dreams
she keeps the feelings of her heart untold
and holds no hunger for food, love or gold
her life has no compulsions
and she lives independent of clutches and rules
She lives in divergence of life’s best delights
dedicating her life to others beyond their demise, yet remains unheard

~~ If ever reality and fantasy coalesced,
‘devil’s angel’ would be the world’s princess ~~

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You Never Really Cared

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:31:52 +0000

Can you hear my voice calling in the night
Do you see the tears I cry till the morning’s light
I long to tell you all that is in my heart
Yet I fear I don’t know where to start
And so I sit back as you walk on by
Never saying a word or even try
I watch you walk off holding another’s hand
I envy her yet understand
You are what dreams are made of
You are the fantasy every woman loves
And so I whisper your name in the night air
Knowing you’ll never know and never care

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When It’s Time

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:30:46 +0000

I hear a heartfelt sob deep within my soul,
It touches me in such a way, yet for why I don’t really know
I pondered on the reason why this sound has come to me
As I think of all that had past and worry of what is to be
My mother the earth weeps for all that has been done
She sees all her children’s fate, past, present and beyond
I ask the Great Spirit how can one single soul stop all that has been done
He smiles His light on me and says, my child you have only just begun
Your words are read by many who also seek the answer to the question WHY
You carry the wisdom and heart of all your people who now dwell in the sky
The sobs you hear are your very own
For all those who now have gone
Gone from this world but they memory and spirit live on
Deep in your heart or hearts you know they are always near
Look in your soul my child and that’s where I am
Close beside you holding your hand
You still have much to do my child for it still is not the time
But know when your time does come, we will walk together with your hand in
mine

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Will You Still Feel The Same

Chyenne — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:29:37 +0000

Have I said too much
Have I caused you to go
I sit here and long for your gentle touch
And the warmth of the love I had come to know
If I could turn back to the time
When you were here with me
I’d change it all in a heart beat
And hold on to that moment for an eternity
Friendship and compassion took us closer to another level in our lives
Are the feelings we share strong enough to survive
Survive distance and time
Knowing that forever our souls are intertwined
Never stop feeling or caring
Always sharing
I sit and wonder is it still the same
If I close my eyes and whisper your name
Will you hear me and still feel the same

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Goodbye mum.

Emily — Mon, 04 May 2009 04:28:18 +0000

As my mother close’s her eye’s,
I cry out loud,
I’ll miss her so much,
Goodbye mum.

I think really hard about all of our memories,
I hope one day the war will finally be over.
I’ll miss her beautiful blue eyes,
Goodbye mum.

I know that someday mum will get me,
and save my life from a cruel person
i just know,
Goodbye mum.

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She pulled herself out of the water

Ms.Johnee — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 07:12:19 +0000

She pulled herself out of the water, nails digging into the soggy riverbank, choking on weeds and coughing up the muck from the riverbed. She lay still for a while, long wet tendrils of her dark hair straggling across her face, her fingers embedded into the moss and leaves beneath her. Her jeans, heavy with mud and water, clung to her body, sucking against her thighs, growing cold and stiff. But she didn’t move. Even when she felt something gnawing on her from inside her jeans, she didn’t move. Even when it dawned on her that her shirt was gone, leaving only the flimsy fabric of her bra, she remained still. Her eyes closed to keep it from being real. Her thoughts vacant to stop this from happening. But as she lay there trying to will herself from the present, she could feel the tight coil around her ankle, weighted and scratching the skin, the blood that had leaked slowly and was forming a sticky crust between her toes. Whatever she was tethered to remained in the water and her aching muscles made it impossible to budge. Her eyes stung with the sand she knew was rubbing inside of them and she found herself opening them slowly.
Trees horizontal. The river a thinning vertical line heading for the sky. The world on its side.

Her hand, dirt beneath her fingernails, knuckles torn, bruised, wedding ring gone. Only the thin white band of flesh where it had hidden from the sun for so long. She lifted her head little by little recognizing more and more of her own body. Battered like a rag doll loved a little too much. Propped on one elbow her fingers found the button on her jeans and she undid them, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear to the pain that wriggled within her fingers as she pulled it out and brought it out to the light and closer for her weakened eyes to see. In the puddle of clotted blood that mapped out in her hand lay a fattened leech. She just looked down at it, the bile rising in her throat, and squeezed. Squeezing until it exploded its bloody insides all over her fingers with a hollow pop.
She leaned to her side quickly enough to release a splash of river water and bile. Wriggling her jeans down to her ankles she searched the rest of her body for more creatures that had found their way inside. Two more leeches straining their gripping little bodies against her found their fate as quickly as the first. Finding nothing more she reached into the water for more of the rope that bound her. Using all of what little strength she had, she pulled her anchor to the riverbank beside her. A concrete block entangled with expert knots.
With bleeding fingernails she untied and untwisted the length of rope, finally freeing herself.
Her ankle was swollen thick, rubbed raw and clotting blood.
Naked, wet and dead she rose to a stand and looked around the tree shrouded banks of the river.
Nothing. Just nature and the concrete block. Her reaper. Her death shroud. Distinguished and wrong surrounded by the water the green and the grass and the trees.

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My brother on earth no more…

apoghni — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 02:23:44 +0000

You brother on earth no more
Were most of what a mother wishes for
So watching her sob at this news
Wasn’t new news to my heart’s expectations.
What hovers in that head of hers’?
I know what hovers round my head,
Nothing but a plethora of questions;
What is it like when we die?
Do we still miss our mothers?
What do we see? Is there another
You recognize? I am just a child of nature
Confessing my ignorance in these matters
You now live …. What a life it must be.
Yes, I will go to school, make something good for myself
Find a woman to love, and who loves me,
There’ll be children raised into responsible world citizens
And all …
But now the choke in the throat prevents breath
As I fight these tears, thinking I need be strong now,
But I can’t say its hard, I won’t,
Though you see through how I feel.
Yeah, this is the part when the memories come flooding in,
The times when you made it a joy
Having you around – you entertained us to no limit-
But I also remember the quiet times,
When you said my path was a high-responsibility calling,
When you imbued me with your confidence,
I still appreciate all the help.
The earth now wraps your cloak,
Used to touch those you did
And I am extremely grateful for the opportunity
Of knowing a spirit like yours. We bear so much alike,
Seemingly kind, we see much of life alike
But your outlook was not your down fall,
If it was, I’d better pick a nice spot on the ground,
For I’ll be interned soon,
But noooo, not your outlook. Some who try to be kind,
Nice, good, die young, some don’t
You just had to leave us when you did,
Why? I don’t claim knowledge of an explanation,
But I do claim knowledge of this;

Youwere active in my being here, as who I am
and my thoughts for you are loving, spurring you ever higher wherever you are

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Dancing with a dream

tom — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:37:58 +0000

As you fell into my arms

A perfect fit

The feeling, felt so right

We gazed into each others eyes

We knew it

As we grasped each other

And held so tight.

The pounding of our hearts

Beating to the melody

Of Sinatra crooning

“I’ll never smile again.”

The smile was there

For fifty six years

Suddenly the music stopped,

You left

Called home.

Now

I’m all alone.

Awaiting my call

Beaconing me home.

Tom Fenning

6/16/2008

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