Poetic
Justice
Nemesis
NEMESIS:
The Goddess of Just Vengeance and Divine
Retribution. She is "She who from whom none may flee, and
from whom none can escape." She is "the One who does
not forgive, she who shows no mercy, and she of whom
none may ask mercy."
An Oath
I am He who Nemesis wed,
and He for whom Thoth has spoken.
The Sons of Horus - my loyal knights,
until my Enemies all lay broken.
For Them there can be no escape,
nor hint of Mercy shall They see.
Not ‘til I deliver Them unto Their Fate
Shall my Fury leave and set me free.
They rule their Empire at my expense,
while my family suffers from Their pretense.
But Wreckoning Time shall come for Them,
Their lives and souls - mine to condemn.
A simple crime - a trust betrayed,
of debts reversed, yet not repaid.
Murdered, yet still drawing breath,
My gift of fire will be Their death.
For I am He who Nemesis wed,
and He for whom Thoth has spoken.
The Sons of Horus - my loyal knights,
until my Enemies all lay broken.
An Observation
There can never
truly be peace
unless all peoples
are willing to accept
and to respect
each other as equals,
and until all sides
are ready to forgive
past and future hurts
caused by the other,
whether caused
intentionally
from malice,
or accidentally,
through ignorance,
and until people are able
to trust and be trusted
by one another,
even when
they aren't looking
or are beyond
the other’s control.
This I feel to be so
because I have learned that
these things are also true
of love
between two people,
and what is peace
but love
among many?
just for you
i just shed a single tear,
just one.
and just for you.
i shed one every single year.
just one,
and just for you.
Disillusioned
I have no more wish to live
Nor the will to just give up.
To make it maybe one more day,
Just must somehow find a way!
However hard I need to cry,
I do it without tears.
Quiet, alone, inside myself.
heaven's clouds hold for me no peace,
even though I
long to die -
peace is something
meant for others
evil though they be
men, with hearts of purest gold -
platinum's then of more import,
love? it's but a poor man's wealth -
even that, tho, soon abandons him,
having no means for it’s support.
Queen or king of oft drunk health,
In spite of crowning cheers,
Have in the end, like us, to die.
Just take it always day to day,
Thus I try to find my way. So -
Now's the time to give it up,
If you've any left to give.
Wistful Cynicism*
come and sing a song with me,
one of joy and laughter,
one of pain and weeping,
and of all that may come after.
come, tell me a story
of how it all began,
and fill my mind with wonder
at the miracle of Man.
come and let's explore
the mysteries of life,
the Questions of the Ages,
and the deepness of the night.
come, let's find the meaning,
or some underlying reason
for us to keep on keepin' on,
and for us to keep believin'.
come, let's not and say we did,
and fool ourselves some more
let's imagine that we can dream
and can hope for something more.
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My Gift
Michelle, my sweet young child,
please keep your spirit free and wild.
Born, conceived of a loving Season.
You’re gifted with both rhyme and reason -
So full of cunning spiced with guile!
You'll soon grow up, in a little while,
and all to soon, to suit your Dad.
The greatest gift I’ve ever had.
Michelle, my sweet young child,
There are some things you should learn:
That Seasons change in their own turn;
That forever can be gone tomorrow;
The yesterday that brought us smiles -
- today may bring us only sorrow.
But there is one thing you can know
And that’s your father’s love will always grow
For you, my sweet young child.
Lost
peace is something strange to me
a thing I'll never find.
so I wander this world aimlessly,
and slowly lose my mind.
**
truth is something dear to me
but all they do is lie.
and always when I do believe
in the end I always cry.
**
Cruel Joke
Derisive laughter heard backstage,
Everlasting darkness fast approaching,
An unending cold creeps in, encroaching.
The cruel joke's played out, now turns the page;
Hell has no measure for my rage.
Cowards
They spend their days in fear of death,
then spend their dying moments
crying years of tears full of regrets
for their wasted lives and torments.
Quote:
“I am continually amazed at how stupid people can be when they really put their minds to it!”
in dreams...
in dreams, i still can feel you
as you lay above me;
i hear you whisper softly
that you will always love me.
in dreams, i still can see you
as you gaze into my face.
i fall into your shining eyes,
enveloped in your grace.
in dreams, how i adore you!
my goddess and my light;
she, whose honor i'd defend,
and for whose favors i would fight.
in dreams! i wish in them we lived,
so that all these things were true;
so we could always just make love,
and I could always be with you.
in dreams, i can still believe
that somehow you still love me;
that someday, when the time is right,
once more you'll lay above me.
...fer a dollar
love has left me, fer just a dollar
nothing to do but jump, scream, and holler.
I scream at the world fer being unfair!
I holler so's it may hear my despair!
love has left me fer just the damn dollar,
i'm now but a shell -- broke, empty, and holler.
Fading Light
I really don't know what to say
-but
Leaving me is not the way…
Only together can we rhyme,
Verse and meter marking time,
Even as you close our play.
Your sadness only breaks my heart,
On my sword I'd rather fall -
Usurping thus your pain in part.
Still, I'll love you, if I may,
Till damned God gives me the sign.
I just can't imagine you not mine,
Life would then be too depraved, 'cuz
Loving you’s how I light my day.
A Piece of..."Advice"
Said a very Wise Man
(so you, too, should know it)
that fecal matter
will normally splatter
if you happen to throw it
into The Fan.
So if u can’t bear it,
as I can’t myself,
then it may be best
(And it’s this I’d suggest) -
keep your Shit to yourself
and don’t share it.
SELECTED HAIKU*
a dark winter's night
heaven's mirror reflecting
on the face of god.
**
hate or empty love
just one path left to follow
new hopes, past mistakes.
**
fleeing butterfly,
a warm summer's day takes wing
with a child's delight.
**
oh! heaven blazed!
love's arrow has me smitten,
blinded, i'm amazed.
**
fear reigns in silence,
heavy darkness brings the night
children softly cry.
**
warm sunlight beckons;
a seedling, reaching upwards,
tries to grasp the sky.
**
touch the rose of love.
pricked, we bleed upon our sleeves;
cut, we hide the scar.
**
spellbound she holds me,
sweet mysteries unfolding,
she reigns over me.
**
we cry, denying
results of our decisions;
destined to defeat.
**
we seek, not finding
the answers to our questions
lying at our feet.
**
Such A Beautiful Morning
early this morning,
as i was waking up,
i heard the birds singing
in the trees outside,
and i could feel
the warm summer breeze blowing
through the open window
and across our bodies
as we lay together
in our bed.
Then I opened my eyes
and looked upon your lovely face
and i thought to myself,
as i admired your perfect form,
"what a beautiful morning!"
And as I lay there,
just looking at you,
as the sun began its day,
my heart overflowed with love
and i just had to smile.
i reached out and touched you,
just to be sure
that you were real...
...because i felt
so very lucky and happy
just to be with you
in that magical moment
while you lay sleeping
on such a beautiful morning.
Nine One One*
Once, two giants stood, as guards
before the gates of heaven -
immovable objects d'art.
Symbols of great power
And of wealth even greater,
and of dreams and life and hope -
their heads adorned with shining clouds.
Then, two hateful arrows
Came screaming in from hell -
Two irresistible forcès majeure
flung unseen from Satan's hand,
dragging stolen souls behind them,
held hostage and on evil's mission bound.
They found their marks, one
right behind the other -
the angels gasped,
the giants trembled
at these immortal wounds
that within the hour
would lead them to
their mutual annihilation -
and shock their Holy Nation.
The Sentinels then collapsed
First the one, then in turn the other -
twice 100 times the sky falls down
upon their witless charges,
unable to accept this gift of fire,
belched straight from hell into their bowels.
Some thousands of souls cried out as one,
And heard by many millions more,
each one a witness charging
their murderers with their screams
that though cut short, do echo still -
from heaven unto hell eternal.
when a house is but a poem
you hurt me every time
you push my hand away
when I reach out in the dark
to find you, touch you, feel you.
You kill me every night
you turn your back to me
and refuse to see me as I
long for you, dream of you, weep for you.
if i were God...
if i were God i could command
the sun to rise for only you
and shine when you awake,
and that all the treasures of the world
be yours for you to take.
if i were God i could demand
that all creatures bow before you
and follow in your wake,
that every flower only unfurl
their bloom for your sweet sake.
but...
i'm sorry that i'm only human
and my imperfections just too many.
i'm sorry that i've failed your tests -
- i swear, i always tried my best.
but now i'm just a lonely fool
watching dumbly as you leave,
whose love for you still fills the skies,
whose gentle heart now fills with tears
as he looks into your eyes,
and sees the future holds for him
only empty, lonely years.
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at dawn
I think "oh god, another day begins,
I don't think that I can take it.”
I don't think that I can face it,
another day of faking it,
and being beaten for my sins.
I'm not sure what it is I've done
to deserve this life of pain;
each day is always just the same,
full of endless gloom and rain.
Escape? Do tell – where to can I run?
All I can do is just endure,
and try hard to just pretend
that today just may not be the end,
hoping maybe that I’ll find a friend
who’ll help to end this loop du jours.
at dusk
I listen for the whip-poor-will's song,
but as always, it's not to be.
Night falls again, so heavily -
waves of darkness crashing in on me,
drowning out my screams 'til dawn.
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aside
it's odd how I long to see the ends
of both the day and night,
yet still I fear the start of each
with all my soul and might.
Oops…
My life is full,
Of nothing, it seems,
Except memories…
of things
I should have done,
but didn’t,
and others
I shouldn’t have done,
but did.
**
A Feeling
A cold and misty evening,
wind whistling through the trees.
Behind the clouds
the sun is setting,
bringing darkness,
night, and peace.
On the wall the clock is ticking,
the seconds marching by.
Within a room
the mother's singing,
softly, to her child
a well-worn lullaby.
Later, man and woman come toghether,
after turning out the light,
touching and kissing
and loving each other,
then sleeping
and dreaming through the night.
In the darkness he awakens,
stirring from his dreams,
and looks upon her face -
his heart fills up with love
and in that moment it seems
he has finally found his place.
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please take a moment and remember
two of the Greatest Poets who ever lived.
poetry expresses feelings and ideas -
sometimes words are insufficient.
Quote:
“Life’s a bitch…and then u get reincarnated…”
30 Minutes
Sitting in my kitchen
looking out the window.
Having a smoke,
and listening to Van Morrison
as he’s asking some girl
not to go to New Orleans.
Outside, across the street…
they're building new apartments.
Trucks and tractors makin’ a mess
in the mud that's been frozen
all winter, till now…
while Van Morrison
asks some girl if he's told her lately
that he loves her,
and that there's no-one
above her.
Meanwhile, across the street…
a worker stops
and watches a girl
who's walking her dog.
He's dirty and tired and wet,
maybe a little bit cold,
but for a minute he forgets
and just watches the girl
who's walking her dog,
Now Van Morrison's wondering,
where did we go? Don't ask me,
I don't know...
But whatever happened
to that brown-eyed girl?
Sha-la-la-la...
She
took out her dog out to shit
in the mud next to the road
where no one would step in it,
by accident.
And Van Morrison wonders,
how he never felt the pain,
saying I would be happy
if I didn't read between the lines,
and that I'd never grow old,
again.
Maybe I should listen,
but now I'm just watching
the world from my window,
as a man gets out of his car
across the street…
With his hands in his pockets,
he walks around the corner
and out of my sight.
In an out of my life,
forever perhaps,
in three and a half seconds
or so.
It's amazing, I think,
and he'll never know
that someone was watching,
and has stolen forever
those three and a half seconds
out of his life
(big deal).
But it's ever-present everywhere,
at least that's what
Van Morrison says
about that warm love.
I guess he's right,
but how would I know?
In one ear
and out the other.
I'm not really listening,
I'm just watching the world
outside of my window…
with my eyes closed
in the dark.
While Van Morrison is telling me
he's in heaven,
the worker just stands there,
getting wet,
with his back against the fence,
a cigarette in his mouth,
and wearing a hat that looks
stupid to me.
Behind and above him,
in another kitchen window,
someone else sits and looks
out at the world
from different angle than mine,
through different eyes,
with different thoughts.
Does he see more than I? Or less?.
Does he see only what’s real? Or not?
And does it even matter,
to the mother outside,
walking
with her two daughters,
dressed in pink snowsuits,
and stomping their boots
in the mud?
One behind the other,
like dominoes…
And they don’t even know
that 30 minutes before,
a worker stood watching
a girl who was walking
her dog,
which carefully chose
that very spot
to leave
its mark in the world,
outside my kitchen window.
So many people
playing the game,
with dreams in their heads,
and dirt on their shoes…
They can't even tell
the shit from the mud,
and they don't really care,
'cause it looks all the same
if you don’t bother to look -
...or even to listen
when Van Morrison tells us
it’s gonna be a fantabulous night
for a Moondance.
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SURPRISE!
You found a small puzzle! All you need to interpret the above can be found on this page. Can you do it? (if you think you have, use the message app on the "Contact" page to send me your answer. There's no prize, really, none whatsoever...but hey, what the hell? If you've come this far, you've obviously got little else to do for the moment, and perhaps even have a better than 50/50 chance of solving it - *simple* as it is - as a (small) part of this puzzle is finding it to begin with!)
HINTS:
1) if you can solve one, you can solve them all.
2) there are two elements to identify for each problem - both simple, but one is a bit more obvious than the other.
3) it is not really all that difficult...especially if you've been observant up to this point.
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