a poem for a friend 2 - on a shooting star of destiny [i'm going to crash]

The creed of a man trapped by destiny

 

To my one and only; please listen well.

To this story I am about to tell.

By the fiery light that sentences the denizens of hell.

By the winds that in the heavens swell.

Take these words to heart and learn them well.

When the shooting stars have burned and fell,

Listen above for heavens bells.

 

By the light inside us all

And the fall of heavens walls.

When the earth and sky have become one;

My story will be done.

 

Heed the sound of the clarions call.

And know that you will never fall.

 

Heed my words; my heartfelt creed.

Say my name and always have what you need.

I will be there in swiftness and speed,

A man trapped by destiny.

 

On a shooting star

 

When I turn over in bed and see the empty space next to me.

That’s when I think of you.

When the golden sun rises and lights the morning dew.

That’s when I think of you.

When I see children smiling and having fun.

That’s when I think of you.

When the night sky is dark and the moon hides from my wandering eyes.

That’s when I think of you.

When the snow falls and turns the world of colors into a greyscale land of wonder and mystery.

That’s when I think of you.

 

When darkness arrives and it is still too early for the dawn,

And the only light I can see is the stars in the skies.

That’s when I think of you.

When Haleys comet roars across the stratosphere

Like true love seeking two open hearts to bind together for eternity and a day.

That’s when I think of you.

When the wicked desires of the curse

Plaguing the institution of humanity arise to power.

That’s when I think of you.

 

When I look into the mirror I see your smile.

When I look into the sun I see your hair.

When I stare into the endless blue skies I see your eyes.

When I see the rain I see your tears.

 

When I see a lowly dog searching for an owner

I see myself trying to get closer to you.

 

To build that bridge to cross your heart,

To find the brick and mortar to rebuild my broken heart,

I feel like I am in an arms race to grasp your hands,

The concentric circles that revolve around the heart and soul that is my sun and my moon,

You sharpen my outlook leaving me nigh a dull outlook on life,

The unwritten book that could be our story,

I run to protect you to cover your heart and soul from life’s harsh barrage,

The blitzkrieg assault that the universe throws at us both.

 

I am your shield and you my sword

And together there is no force we cannot overcome.

I climb the mountain just to shout to you below.

A man with nothing left to lose and everything to gain,

I am a noble knight on a quest to find his purpose.

 

You are the stars in the sky

Guiding me even in the darkest of night.

All is one and one is all,

And I will catch you no matter the fall.

 

So sleep with ease and awake with a smile

Knowing that when you are my moon I am your sun.

While you rest from your hard day

I watch over you from a distance afar.

And when you wake I will be there

To greet you riding on a shooting star.

 

 

what pets me the wrong way part 8 - "feminism has become a stereotype"

"I think feminism has become a stereotype." any woman that says this is clearly not a feminist nor intelligent. redneck, jock, dork, goth, a Japanese man committing seppuku, bulldogs being aggressive and violent; THESE are stereotypes. feminism is about breaking through the glass ceiling, about a womans right to vote and work the career of her choice. its about respect and equal treatment; have we all just forgot susan b Anthony? hariet tubman? joan of ark? eve? the virgin mary? mary madeline? the womens auxillery core? rosa parks? feminism is about women being padi the same as their men counterparts and about a womans right to leave the kitchen and live out her dreams. its about men respecting women and listening to them when they talk. it about honor, respect, equality, and about women nuking the Barbie doll gender stereotype to the curb. FEMINISM IS NOT A STEREOTYPE.

the dark side of poetry 8: endless streets

Endless streets

 

Down the street I walk; not a purpose or destination.

To the left and right, lies an undead invasion.

Torn souls without a care; seeking one final institution.

A life in need of redemption and restitution.

 

The last hope for all mankind, one last hope for peace and light.

Left and right they walk idly as I find my plight.

Death comes one day for us all.

But, I, will never fall.

 

Endless is the path I follow.

Trudging onto another tomorrow.

If tomorrow is always a day away,

Then I walk on, only for today.

 

Men and women in love and glory.

A haiku of love turned to a hopeless story.

Down the street I walk, in an endless trail.

Digging deeper I go.

No shovel.

No pail.

 

I watch countless souls falling in the street.

The undead beasts ignore the meat.

Not monsters, but the walking dead.

Passing by.

Not turning even one head.

 

I look ahead and wonder where the sidewalk ends.

An endless street; no tilts or bends.

Like a puppet free from its strings, I continue on.

Down the street, like nothing’s wrong.

 

I see the skeletons of the young and the old.

Burning corpses inside the cold.

Death comes one day for us all.

But, I will NEVER fall!

 

Left and right the corpses walk.

Endless.

Eternal.

Everlasting peace.

 

IT NEVER ENDS!

THIS FUCKING STREET WITH ALL ITS SINS!

DAMN YOU GOD! What did I do?!

Do these tears that drown me mean nothing to you?

 

If misery likes company, then why does it consume the party?

Flesh ripped from bone; a death that is slow and hardy.

 

What they quest for I will never know.

I trudge step by step onwards through the snow.

Hell hath no fury like the blizzards cold.

No sin can match a selling soul.

Spoken riddles in words of old.

 

A family charges forward. Perhaps in retaliation?

Instantly devoured by this undead nation.

 

Down the street I walk.

I dare not talk.

I see what the hopeless hath become.

I must keep walking.

I will never succumb.

Left and right walk the dead and the lost.

Be it not my destiny.

No matter what the cost.

 

Endless streets, it beckons and calls.

The voices that have me climbing the walls

Death comes one day, for us all.

But, I, will never fall.

shadowline saga and - the dark side of poetry 7: episode 0: Through my door [a tribute to the raven]

Through my door

Nigh a telltale heart or a raven spoken “never more”;

Try a skeleton cloaked in shadows, peering through the door.

No skin and no heart or soul; this skeleton peering through my door.

My heart stops its beating; I fall to the floor.

Not a word spoken, his arms reach out to me.

Grasping at the air inside my throat; reaching through this door.

Not a word he spoke, chasing me through my dreams.

Not a thought inside his mind; you hear him in my screams.

The skeleton in the purple cloak; haunts the greatest of souls.

The skeleton reaching through my door; and bodies full of holes.

The battlefield of love and glory is soaked in blood.

Women and children who drown within mud.

The apparition of death that claims my soul;

Grasping.

Groping.

Reaching through the open door.

My heart grows cold, ceasing evermore.

The darkness within his eyes an endless void.

I peer in and fall down; down, down to the fires below.

The moonlight reflecting off his starched white arm.

He takes my soul into his hand, to start the show.

By the shivers of deaths bony grasp.

By the cries for help, silenced to a gasp.

By the stare of negra muerta; my skin turns white.

The harbinger of death; seeks my plight.

This cloaked figure peering through my door;

A prospector claiming my life forever more.

The avatar of misery and utter despair

Behind you he follows; over there!

Behind me in every dream

Arm outstretched he follows my scream.

Across from me under the candlelight,

He takes my soul inside the night.

Outside my window on hallows eve.

I am the treasure, and he, the thief.

The skeleton peering through my door

The end of the rich, starving, and poor.

Always behind us.

Stalking! Reaping! And never sleeping.

Shwing! The scythe steals your head.

He is always reaping.

Not a nightmare, but a story without an end.

In every book.

And where the sidewalk begins.

It is a battle that you cannot end.

He’s watching you now, even as you read.

Your eyes have planted the seed.

He will never speak; he will haunt your dreams.

He will drive you mad; he will become your screams.

The faceless reaper who writes the end to your story.

Stealing your souls in a blaze of glory.

The skeleton who devours your hope.

Who consumes your fears.

You cannot run.

You will drown in tears.

All will be lost; all will come to a dreary end.

He is around every single bend.

The skeleton who peers through my door.

The nightmare who spills my blood onto the floor.

A harbinger of death; a symbol of war.

Peering.

Creeping.

Reaching through my door.

To take my soul forever more.

The symbol of my fear and decaying sin.

The mark of a race I cannot win.

A brother of mine; a sort of kin.

I think I will let him in.

The empty husk of cloth and bone

Bound by sins I must atone.

The skeleton peering through my door.

Now stands before me on the floor.

My body has passed, I am no more.

The bringer of death, despair, and ruin;

My time has come.

I let him in.

time for poetry 12: "Rainfall"

Rainfall

 

I had a bad day, there’s blood on my hands.

The many souls I lost become the crimson sands.

The rain must pour down and wash it all away.

Storm clouds closing in; tomorrows a brand new day.

 

The streets are filled with angry screams.

Gutters clogged with fallen dreams.

A man asks for food while his children die.

The government kills a Muslim child while the parents cry.

Trucks, planes, and military drones

Bury our friends in fire and bones.

 

What have they done?! These innocent souls.

Why should they have to pay OUR tolls?

Men in black flash the scenes,

A memory wiped, a conscience cleaned.

 

The cause for war is always the same.

Innocence dies in this accursed game.

 

Life and longing lost in lies.

The tears that run from within my eyes.

The rain must come and wash away.

Down the mountain the pain weaves and sways.

 

The horrors of sorrow…

There is no tomorrow…

 

Purest of hearts tainted with lust and greed.

Men of honor who have lost their creed.

The power of darkness consumes and breeds

Blinded by the light, how can we see?

 

The rain pours down in endless sheets.

Robbers and rapists steal and skeet.

 

The newly fallen snow is tainted with corruption

The new media craze is exploded in eruption.

Braided belts and fancy sheets

Are nothing but scapegoats and sheep.

The news we see filled with death and lies;

Criminal convicts with alibi’s.

 

A failed heath site; a thousand cry.

With no food or home; one million die.

You stand for nothing till you take your vows.

Nothing but actors in deliverance; now TAKE YOUR BOWS.

 

Blinded by the light, but I can see.

The truth around you and me.

 

The rain falls in sheets; it drowns the soul.

Try to climb out, it fills the bowl.

If innocent blood was shelter and food

We would all share the neighborhood.

 

But the rain pours down and cleans the heart.

Cleanses our souls and makes things right.

The pure liquid crystals that bring life and death.

A natural resource for which we fight.

Only one world yet we take without thought;

Let’s unite as one and end our plight.

 

Water to wine; wine to thrive

The innocent child killed in the drunken drive.

 

Economic disaster and smoking weed.

Animals dead, yet which one was freed?

Another act of senseless greed…..

 

When will we learn our lesson?

When will we accept our past?

Hiroshima, the holocaust, and American racism.

Why is it that our apologies seem just half-assed?

 

When will we accept our flaws and our tainted hearts?

When will the day come that we pop that tart?

When will we answer for our destruction and lies?

Mother earth gouged dead through her eyes.

We’ve raped our land with our metallic semen;

The day will come when karma gets even.

 

Yet the rain pours down; and washes everything away.

Starts the hope of a clean new day.

It cleanses our sins and makes love anew;

Gives me reason for loving you.

 

The rain makes it so easy to smile.

Staring up for miles and miles.

 

The clear liquid falling onto my face.

Brings me hope for this human race.

You go on and run ahead; I’ll catch up soon.

While the rain falls down underneath this full moon.

I will see you in heaven one way or another.

Goodnight moon; goodbye my brother.

 

The rain pours down; and washes away

All the sins we committed today.

Seeing them all dead, what could I say?

It’s time we simply ran away.

Our mothers love lives on within our hearts,

Our father’s fate torn apart,

The curse he created; finally gone,

All this they hear within our song.

 

Fate brought us together, fate tore us apart.

As long as we live; we will share one heart.

The nuclear option: the problem that will never end

The nuclear option: the problem that will never end

 

The world will always be in some kind of war. The fact is that war is great for a countries financial reputation. When war is happening countries buy and sell weapons and tools of mass destruction. This creates revenue that helps pay of debt. The fact is that without war the construction of nuclear arms or weapons of mass destruction would be considered an act of terror.

This would spawn immediate action from fellow nations. If the united states was not at war then WE would be the country being asked to surrender its nuclear arms or sign a peace treaty. And our government knows that the president could never accept such a dishonorable act. The republicans would look like the arrogant dangerous assholes that they really are, and the democrats would NEVER let the shame go.

War is nothing but an excuse to build and use weapons that would otherwise be considered a threat. If the world had no war then the military and weapons would no longer be necessary. As such the world would become weak and unprotected from lack of people and organizations to defend it.

starvation: the problem that will never end

The problem with starvation

 

No matter how little money it would cost to solve and end starvation the American government will NEVER pay for it. Cause

1. The American government doesn't care about the 99% working class.

2. The American government gives food stamps, social security, and welfare to most starving people to help them back on their feet. And

3. There is NO MONEY to be made in feeding starving people unless those people get jobs working in the public/private sectors under the people who feed them.

That is why countries would choose war over peace and ending hunger.