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• TULIP HUGS‏

  Karyn Indursky

Friends arms go from 

still to wrapping a package 

ever so slowly like a tulip blooming 

until youre embraced 

in a hug.

Support is always available and don't be scared to turn to it. Be grateful and realize how lucky you are to have people who care enough to be there for you.

look into these eyes

tell me something real

say something and mean it

look deep into the coloured rings

tell me how you really feel

say something more than your average tales

which line is it this week?

is it one ive heard before?

how imaginative are we today

do you think itll be good enough to buy?

am i that dumb?

am i that blind?

am i that fool you think i am

or am i a better liar than you?

You hurt me once...stupid me
You hurt me twice...it won't happen
It's impossible for you to change already
So do you really want me back
Or do you just want to hurt me again?
I know the real reason why you did it
It was all you crazy ass ex girlfriend
You can't control her or you still love her
Either way it was a mistake to be with you
Two weeks of pain Two weeks of hell
Two weeks of terror and in Two weeks we fell...

Faith is unbound by extremist pressure,
Lick the wounds of a liberal fissure.
The point-blank wound given an emissary,
A Soluble cure for the target preliminary.

Words that are not easily spoken

For the everlasting love you have awoken.

A love so powerfully strong its almost rare

A love that no one could compare.

The feeling that flows through my soul with just one touch

The immense amount of spark with just a clutch.

The broken heart that you revived

one of the only reasons i survived.

So you may stay or you may leave

But know im one that will never deceive.

For as long as you are mine and i am yours

Our love will contiune to grow and open new doors.

So take my hand if you believe

With our love theres nothing we cant achieve.

a bright day

birds chirping

stereos blasting

sun shines down

clouds, white as ghosts

my blood, red, tainted

flowing, a river of sin

a bright day

couples hand in hand

children, ice cream cones

basking in the bright waves of light

i am judged

and punished

as my blood forms a lake under this summer sky

i drift

i die

Click. Sigh. Bang.

And that is the end

Our grand finale to everything.

Cheers to a world who never knew

And will remain clueless until the end of time.

Is a secret really a secret if you took it to the grave?



Everyone lives in a different reality

Dependent on which lies they unknowingly believe.

What exactly is real?

If for each individual the perception is viewed from a different angle.

Smearing reality.



No one quite knows what's racing through anyone else's thick skull.

If I pulled the trigger with a

Click. Sigh. Bang.

What claims would they make about me?

Unified Couples

Karyn Indursky

Soft as doilies...
Fragile as velvet...

Tender like silk...

Delicate as hearts...
Sensitive as emotions...

Honest like eyes...

Dainty as ladies...
Masculine as men... 

United like couples.

United

By Karyn Indursky

I watch you smile. 
A smile grows on my lips. 
Time stands still for just a little while. 
As I hold your hand, I feel tingling in my fingertips. 
\I still remember how I met you that one fine day. 
You were standing by the wall. 
I walked up to you for directions and you sent me on my way. 
Later that day, we talked in the hall. 
\I know you love me. 
My emotions are intensified like a thunderstorm. 
Thoughts drift far off in my sea. 
Knowing we are united in mind, body, and spirit, keep me warm.

the cavernous spaces of my hollow soul

slowly, but not too slowly

just enough to be completely agonizing

fill with blood, the crimson wines of my soul

suffocating, drowning all vital

as it unleashes its red rage on its host

to melt down

to fade out

to die

Restless toes on the edge of the waterfall peak,

To fly or swim, suffocate or fall,

Temptation tickles the need for retreat;

Even planets migrate to the stars,

Give and no take,

No warmth to remember during the pining of a lonely heart.

On top of mountains, curtained by the clouds,

Everything below in a web woven by nature,

It’s sad to see the man-made scars;

Unnatural to feel concrete beneath bare feet.

Tangled in wants and needs,

No room to breathe when the air gets so thin,

Through preservation we remain static shadows:

Holding on to the flesh,

Reaching out to infinity,

There’s no return.

Vessels depart with souls,

Counting eternity amongst the constellations,

Fate is not a specific time of a happening:

Just the inevitable that repeats itself.

Every day is a war, but I know I’m on the losing side;

A dead man walking in borrowed shoes.

Desolate and open, an outsider looking in,

In moments, in waves,

The pre-planned illusion of destiny;

To see a future lover, lost to propaganda,

The isolation of what was meant to be,

Lost in hazy, daydream possibility;

There’s a bleak, momentary gain,

In knowing there’s loyalty in-between the shade.

Pain is a refuge; impossible communication,
Intertwined blood brothers, coming out from the inside,
Scratching at each other’s skin; another addiction, another pill,
Forgetting the beauty they’ve clawed within.
An unresolved dominance; freedom with a gun,
A weapon replaces where there was once a tongue,
What was never said is now written in blood,
A myriad, labyrinthine mind swallowed up in cataclysm,
The moment is strangled in an everlasting hold.

Kiss the sky, cold peaks and a forest to lose each other in,
A man cannot be saved by his own futility,
Unloved, unwanted, undeniably yours;
When nothing presents itself, but you,
Endlessly waiting, nothing but hesitation,
Your lust for everything that is not me,
Does your love exist? Only the fantasy is preserved,
An epiphany formed from the evangelist’s son.

Unsweetened

Karyn Indursky 

 Sweetness runs dry

after words of deceit

taint your heart. 

Sweetness evaporates from

clouds of emotions

in the cycle of

behavioral patterns. 

Sweetness dissipates like a rainbow

into the skies of memories

passing you bye. 

Sweetness extinguishes fires

of hurt from being

taken advantage of. 

Ashes of sweetness

lie in the realms of humanity

and honesty is unsweetened.

He turned around to say I love you and goodbye,

“ I’ll be alright I promise that just please I beg don’t cry”.



He bends down to say goodbye and she kisses him on the cheek,

He promised he’d be strong but instead he felt so weak.



He starts to walk away and he hears a little voice,

He ignores it keeps walking then later regrets his choice.



Daddy please don’t leave I need you and love you so,

He acts like he didn’t hear it and as if he didn’t know.



He soon gets to where he supposed to be and receives a picture an innocent note,

Daddy look at me and look at what I wrote.



He reads the note and has to wipe a tear away from his eye,

He asks himself why he could do nothing but cry.



The days pass slowly and the years creep on by,

He sees his daughter and his wife hugs them and begins to cry.

 She sits alone with her thoughts

Untitled This

Karyn Indursky

I wrote a poem and it was naked to the bone

for the thoughts strung together

like a bracelet.

I took this bracelet to add

expressions, emotions, style 

as little charms to be cherished.

I took the charms of memories

to show off elegantly upon

wearing it on my wrist.

Upon my wrist words sparkled

like gleaming stars 

and the silent truths sang.

Honesty sang it's song

how a title really didn't belong

for the core was ready to be explored.

The bones of the poem

were stronger than the diamonds

for they came from the heart.

The stanzas were molded

stronger than anything I've seen

and it wasn't missing anything.

Without a title

it was still sound

and open for interpretations to be unbound.

Unveiling Midnight's Choir
Karyn Indursky

Violins and violas play
a swingy jazz song
mixed with a Billie Holiday
blues song tickling bare feet
and rhythmic hips to dance
upon a building's roof
in finger-snapping rain
while two singers combine
soprano with tenor vocal chords
before their three backup singers
join their African drummer's
beat preceding lightning bolts
cracking cymbal applause after
unveiling midnight's choir.

Cobblestone, hard but weak
Stubborn
Bundles of em' rest inside of me
How I long to see
Really
How I long to be
There's nothing quite like fooling yourself
It's the ultimate magic
It's the ultimate stealth
and sure it may seem tragic
but...
I dunno
It's all in good health

Tendencies act in an instant
Who is it that's disappointed?
It's like I'm the crest of a hill and I can't see the glorious world beyond it
It's like ....
It's like a rubber band unwinding
slowly
day
by
day

The peak of the hill is returning to it's nature
Yet who is returning?
This is no scripture
This is no angst
It's enquiring into
The only part of this existence in me
that Shakes

Like raking up the leaves
and burning the remains
Tendencies are relieved
along with the pain.

I see what you cannot see life long acid trip hear what you cannot hear God is here nothing to fear hearing angels clapping and voices saying they love me only spirits understand me way more than spiritual hour, I stay around killers just to preach that God is watching. 

USA Tribute

Karyn Indursky

Valentine's Day

Karyn Indursky

Don't bother buying me

a Hallmark card this year.

Don't bother buying me

a box of assorted chocolates.

Don't bother buying me

a pretty piece of jewelry.

Don't bother buying me

fancy perfumes to spray on.

Don't bother buying me

elegant clothing to strut in.

Don't bother buying me

a lavish dinner at a restaurant.

Don't bother buying me

any roses that will wither.

Don't bother buying me

a bottle of special champangne.

Don't bother buying me

presents from selected stores.

Take the time to show me

you truly care.

Take the time

to open doors for me.

Take the time to read me

something you wrote.

Take the time to spend

time with me.

Take the time to share

your dreams with me.

Take the time to tell me

about your day.

Take the time to smile

and laugh with me.

Take the time to walk

with me hands in hands.

Take the time to be affectionate

and show compassion.

Take the time to give me

all your love.

I cannot keep a job the more that I talk to people the more that they think I'm God. I'm so tired of peoples thoughts. Tired of being in and out of here and now. I don't want to fight this war but I have come with a message. I keep my faith in people if they truly repent forgive them. I treat you like a brother and that starts the day I meet you. I give you words of courage believe me I make you strong the actions that you decide on will place you where you belong. At least I'm smiling again. That means it's nearing the end. In my younger years I never smiled. I witnessed hell and have eyes that see through you. Everything exists only because I love. Tolstoy is a genius.

"No one is ever too broken, too scarred, or too far-gone to create change. Never stop fighting. Never lose faith."

I seen so many bodies, I started going to church, put in so much work my soul was tainted with dirt, I asked the pastor, how do you know what to say, and she replied that she meditates an hour a day now that is deep, keep the devil at bay, satan be gone it ain't long cause the savior is awake yes I was dead, but then baptized in fire my spirit because its higher my flesh baptized in water now honey keeps me from rotting its cookies when I'm aroused but death when I'm pissed off, fighting a holy war and my emblem is of a cross thank God I'm no longer lost, now I look at the valley no problem help you across, I'll bring you back to the light if you let me return your sight, no I am not perfect my words are an advice but before it was to add vice, funny how things change with age you get wise you live it and you can change it got tired of living with hatred now let me school you on nature, if you got nothing good to teach no point in a conversation.

Nothing is enough, being a pacifist came from being a thug, the more I spread peace the more they try to touch my anger and those who find my anger know it's too much for them to handle, again I'm lost, slowly going insane while you people laugh, I'm not strong enough, the little strength that I have it's used up to hold my anger back, I'm still a child, rebellious and flying like peter pan in the wild or living in marios world but where is peaches? that name I only seen on a stripper, love is too complicated, to save the world it has to be plural because when focused on only one that girl will be the end of us all.

My voice is lost in the cries of the world,

Maybe that is why no one hears me,

I yell and I scream,

But the sound is lost,

I'm reaching out my hand,

For someone to hold,

My hand is turning purple,

Because its freezing cold,

My voice is slowly fading,

From my constant scream,

Drowned out by the sounds of my nightmare turned dream,

I'm hanging off the edge,

Looking for a way out,

But my voice is fading,

My heart is slowing down,

My eyes are feeling heavy,

My scream is the only sound,

Why will you not hear me,

Why do you all walk away,

When I am hanging over the edge,

Begging for a hand to stay.

Vows Of Love

Karyn Indursky


Vows of love

are velvet words

caressing ears and hearts.

Vows of love

are held sacred

like God.

Vows of love

are musical lyrics

singing sweet romance.

Vows of love

are displayed actions

showing sincerity.

Vows of love

are worn on fingers

as diamond rings.


Vows of love

are an everlasting union

of having a family.

i look around

at people in places

and the looks on their faces

how they interact

how they co-exist

how they fight and make war

how their egos tend to soar

and with disgust, i lose hope

turn my head away

turn my back on all mankind

and walk away...

Muslims claim that their Jews but their not, not the name nor the land, the same as those that entertain they amuse and you watch, they challenge you with fire and ice making you think that it's a game but our throne its our color of blood, don't be ashamed to fight the war with the weapon of love.

Crashing to the ground, side by side,

Sharing pain and distant apathy,

Two soldiers in a wicked war,

Battling against the world’s expectations,

Each in their own space, but it is too big to fill on their own.

Tongues lap on dirty pavements,

Cleaning the streets of all lies and truth.

Buried insomniac is restless beneath the concrete,

Noise cuts through him, as sight has no end.

They say it’s not right to be that way,

They are the masses of right, spitting at the handful of wrongs.

They judge and load bullets as they hand over the gun,

They shoot you before an epiphany has left your tongue.

All are wicked to the victim of war,

Collective drones piled up to make a wall,

Segregation is on the tongue of them all,

The only belief that matters is your own.

winter can't compete

There once was a little girl, who didnt understand.

So she watched without you knowing, and it always made her sad.

She watched the way you walked, the way you carried yourself as a man.

But men are supposed to protect you, and never lift their hand.

She snuck into the livingroom, because you said her stepmum was bad.

She peeked through that memory foam pillow, she wishes she never had.

She saw her in the corner, hands high above her head, she wondered why she was crying, and wondered what you had said.

Then one day she watched even closer, when her mummy tried to reach her, then you unzipped that black jacket, you know, the one with all the feathers.

We sped of in the car, to a pub just round the corner, you were perfectly intact, until you left and came back over, so why is it that your coat, was spilling feathers all over her.

She watched you cry those crocodile tears and put the leatherman back in the car.

Then she realised what you had done, just to spite her mother?

For no one else had hurt you and she finally understood, as the blood came from your stomach, you would do everything you could. Not to keep her happy, but to keep her by your side.

She watched more than you think, a lot more than you realise.

Ways To Hearts

Karyn Indursky
 
Ways to a woman's heart
is traveled through friendship
to be walked into best friends
while viewing glimpses

of gardens of dating

until romance buds a relationship

with his ring unifying their love

and committments for the ways to hearts

is not won by words,

but actions, experiences, progressions

and in the end...

the path of love is priceless.

theres something about you

something i cant name

something no words could describe

a magic that a simple mess of letters could never do justice

something i could try to write down

line after line

page after page

and never get quite right

theres something about you that caught my eye

kept my attention

and never ceases to amaze me

not to metnion the smile on my face

not to metnion the calming within

both your doing

both your fault

something about you i cant describe

so i wont even try

just happy with the fact youre in my life

happy to have you here

even its its only your voice i can hear

we can always meet in dreams

Our beloved native people of Kanata.
First love of this land but last on the list.

First nation,

first people,
original symbiotic partner of the land.

Now lost and destitute.
Cast off from your high places,
forced off your secret lands.

Forced into caretaker/caregiver relations.
Enforced parent/guardian stewardship;
overlord dictated trustees and overseers.

Victims of weaponize law.
Enforced legality,
enshrined in legal fundamental sins.

Robbed of human worth;
destruction of sustaining/

maintaining substance.

Accused of lacking qualities,
forced out and driven away.

I weep for you first people.
I feel your lost first nation.

I mourn your prosecution;
the first beloved of this land.

I understand your plight,
victims of weaponize law.
Recipients of the original peoples holocaust.

I see your Overlord’s paradox!
Legal treaties,

yet morally sinful.

Commission of ethical transgressions,
in the guise of symbolic Rule of Law.

The enforced separation

of the first peoples spirit and body.

Enforced separation

of the first nations collective mind.

 
Enforced separation

of the soul of the lands first and only lover.

The land is the collective

consciousness of the first people.

The land is the collective spirit

of the original people.

The land is the soul of the first people.
The land is the aboriginal people.

Steal the land;
you destroy the people.

Take the land;
you sever the people’s umbilical core

with the land.
Shattering the mystical energy flow

from land to people,
people to land.

You break the spiritual/

biological circle of life.

The balance is upset!
The relationship is defiled!

How must they live?
How must they survive?
How can they prosper and flourish?

First nations.
First people.
First and only lover of the land.

You cherished her.
You loved her.
You respected your sanctified bride.

Where there was tenderness and love. 
Now there is rape,
pillaging of her valued substances.

Where there was mutual respect and sharing.
Now she is prostituted,
exploited,
and mine for her riches.

Forcibly penetrated and scared.
The vampiric fangs extract her living waters.

Rise up;
reawaken from your slumber,
reclaim what is rightfully yours.

Climb thunder mountain,
sit on your throne once more.

The application of the legal construct

was design to forsake you;
not to mend your spirit

with all encompassing healing.

To trick you and steel from you,
not to be your friend.

Remember your children.
Remember your land.
Remember your first love.

Remember the Phoenix of death and rebirth.

Construct your future;
sending your offspring on the path to recovery.

You can;
you shall be reborn

in the image of your past forgotten spirit.

In your rebirth you shall live again.
In your rebirth you shall overcome.
In your rebirth you will repossess the land,
and live!

Live as you choose to live.
Live in the spirit and fire of your ancestors.
In this living you shall prosper and thrive.

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron

Wayne Ferron.All rights reserved @ Copyright

Over her shoulder

the shadow 

lurked

ominous

inching 

ever so closely

darkness growled 

as it snapped its charged whip

toward an innocent bystander

who's wood stood alone 

in an open field

She ran, ran away

winds pushed

against her 

back

Foot hit root

tripping

she falls

face hitting stone

Still 

she lay

alone

as iced rage 

pelts

her unconscious form

welcome to the place you least desire

somewhere inside yourself, deep in your own mind

you hate yourself

you hate everyone

quiet in the dark

quiet...

welcome home

welcome to your own hell

Welcome To God

Karyn Indursky-2013

May God welcome you
to his haven with loving eyes.

May God address you
with his acceptance
and eternal support.

May God welcome you

into his treasured heaven
with awaiting hugs of compassion. 

May God greet you
with his heart
and let your faith guide 

you into spiritual wonders.

welcome to the fun house

a happy little shop of horrors

the lenses in your beady eyes

distort all aspect of self-image

sliding down the slippery slide

depression consuming all of me

the fancy faces of the clowns

terrorizing my soul to its core

and among a sea of plastic spheres

childen idly play, lose their minds

welcome to the fun house

a happy little shop of horrors

you enter as an innocent child

you exit a decaying corpse

I hate talkin’ with phone

that’s how I figured out

my kid was blown, ( popped in the head)

Phones give you

bad news

And they Also gives you the blues,

that’s how I knew my wife was dead

I watch out for Ana

since she’s A little old,

so Today I was told

to come downstairs

Ana called me

All the way from

the

window,

Thought I’d found her blown

Thought this was serious

But not mysterious,

before I went downstairs

I did some prayers

but she wasn’t dead

But instead,

she was looking

to A binocular

she showed me the thing

it was dead plants

“What should I do, Transplant”

I said,

She looked sad

But I got mad,

this was nonsense

They were too early

to be planted  

she made me go down there

and water the plants

when I went down

I saw that the ground

was cracked,

that meant It was dry,

I watered them

then I noticed

the girl

was behind me like A spy,

She looked scared

I showed her that I cared,

about her plants

Her eyes grew bigger

I went back in quicker,

And I checked on them the evening

And they were looking fine.

somthing so simple 

something so free,

something a part off

just cant touch, 

have to be apart of to let yourself see.

not  own or to hold

but surrounded 

a chapel of silence no fear to b told.

so simple and free 

as is the ocean 

full of suprises and heart felt emotions.

never to controll or to tame 

jst be at one

with almighty power ond emotion

Emo
Thats what people call me
Gothic
They call me that too
But do they really know who I am?
They say I'm weird crazy and stupid
Ugly reckless and careless
Well I'll tell you the truth
I'm not stupid or ugly, reckless or careless
But I am weird and crazy
And I'm proud to say it too
I created who I am by what I'm comfortable with
And that is being weird which is normal to me
Being weird isnt unusual or strange
It's just as humane as being "normal"
And I'm not ugly
I just have my own ways of being cute adorable and beautiful
You're just the hater who dont like anyone else's looks
Whether they're beautiful or not
And me being crazy?
Well that's all part of being weird
Just accept it:D
And I'm not reckless careless or stupid
I just never made wise choices in the past
But I'm fixing that all now So dont worry about that
So What can you call me?
Hmm...try unique crazy weird...
Outgoing.... or just say I'm being myself :)

So, here I go again into this lonesome cave, in which even though guidance is craved, it flows past my head

Funny, how contradiction is a step in the right direction, maybe it's there to shows there's no right and wrong, who knows

Midevil lightning grazes the wheat fields, ablaze goes the crop the farmer is saddened and feels all is lost 

Crazy attitudes are beckoning me to reject any form of insight

My hands as if tremble when it tastes it with delight 

Meadows and shadows come together and shine bright 

leaves regrow and comb the streets with their delicate presence

Crunch...They go as we step on them in contemplation of what our next action will be

In order to succesfully move into the next stage of our supposed lives

Of our supposed personality, of our supposed rights

As change rattles in my denim pockets, it is not the change I require

I prespire from resisting all that can send me higher 

Mightier than any storm is the presence of grace

Yet it's so very soft, it calls to you as a mom does her little son 

Urging him to do that dance she saw him do last week

Yet who is it that is displeased when the son rejects with a hardened decree 

 I am so tired, and so wired, and so fried, and so dry, that it must be now that I am going to realize

What better time

than now?

What Favor?

Karyn Indursky

A favor isn't 

trashing a place 

and expecting me 

to clean it up. 

A favor isn't assuming 

I'm bored
when 

I honestly don't get bored.

A favor isn't running me ragged 

and claiming it's a sleep aid. 

A favor isn't watching 

my sugar crash 

to test my levels...

If you'd stop,

it'd be more stabilized. 

A favor isn't being two faced  

or spreading rumors about me 

and testing my reactions.

A favor isn't laughing 

at my expense
or 

making derogatory comments
about me 

and making excuses 

why it's acceptable.

A favor isn't making me
change, train, or have others level up...

It's mean, insensitive, selfish
and a good way to be sued. 

Love.

What is love?

One person, only that special one, none other, consuming thoughts

Love is endless dreams of nights of perfection and days where the sky is blue to no end

It is a storm waiting to be awakened

Powerful and scary, yet somehow beautiful at the same time

Love is blind

Imperfections are non-exsistent, love is flawless like a starry night sky

Eyes are used as a window to the soul

No secrets

Love is everything it is made out to be, and so much more

Unique, non-conformative

Creating its own rules

Love is once

Twice if lucky

It is desiring what you already possess

Love is beautiful, but so abused

This four letter word tossed and thrown

Overused

What is love?

Love is simply you and me.

What Relationship?

Karyn Indursky

What hurts is being tricked, 

told a man's interested or 

has feelings when he doesn't, 

would date you when he wouldn't, 

and how rumors put you

in a facade.

If I had a date, 

I'd know. 

If I had a boyfriend, 

he'd text, call, see me,

and my son. 

If I was engaged, 

there'd be a ring

upon my finger.

They told me they wont leave

They said they understand

They said they cared

They said they loved me

But they left

And they dont understand

They never cared

They never loved

They said what I wanted to hear

They said that til I beleived the words they said

They said that til they thought I was better

They said that; they said it all-nothing but lies

I believed it

Til I noticed it

I noticed the lies

I noticed how they abandoned me

They left me alone

I'm alone to deal with this by myself

My disorder

My anger problems

I had it under control

But for only so long

But for how much longer

Can I do this by myself?

With no one to lean on?

No help? No support?

They said they wouldnt leave

But where are they now?

As Im on the edge of breaking

Will they notice whats happening

Or will it be too late?

As these new cuts fade
I tell myself
I have to choose now
Who's really there for me
Who's actually worth my time
And who's full of lies and bullshit
I tell myself
That its time to think about what's important
But then I also tell myself
What is important to me anymore?
"Friends"? "Family"? School?
To be honest I don't even know if my life's important
All this cutting and stressing and thinking
It's killing me faster than I originally thought
But no one actually believes the fact that I'm dying
No one believes anything I say
Even if I say it in tears and with anger
But I guess those people who don't believe anything
...Who is basically everyone...
Those people aren't very important to me
So I tell myself to push them all away
Push them away so I can think about what I need
Because there's no more time for games and lies
It's time for what's important
Which starts with these fresh fading cuts

When I was born

It felt like I heard a horn

I had It in mind

But it felt like I was blind

It felt really cold

And louder in there

And then I was told

To have no fear

As I began to grow

I had to learn how to no

And so peopel started calling me a wacko

And also a dumbo

When I became a teen

I remembered all the things that I've been seen

I had to do lots of work

And so I thought that I was a jerk

When I became Old

I started feeling cold

I knew I would die soon

And I died on june :(

I'm holding secrets inside of me

for I don't understand potentiality

The thoughts are deep and dark you see

I'm afraid to speak them loud and free

As I've learned some things about the universe

I'm starting to fear that it is a curse

The truth is the truth in manifest

and so, I'm afraid that I caused this death

More to come on this journey of mine

I've seen the images in my own mind

the future moments are scaring me

hoping I will change the course of destiny

When will you?

By Karyn Indursky

I know my past. You don't. 
I know my present. You know parts of it. 
I know what bothers me. You have a glimpse. 
I know see it the most. You see it at times. 
I can't let it leave me. You don't know it's there. 
I'm scared to let go. You don't know I'm holding back. 
I'm scared to expose it. You have no clue. 
I smile and laugh as I cry. You don't know of the crying. 
I know I can't handle it. You don't see it. 
I know I can't make this alone. You don't know it. 
I know I can't do this. 
When will you?

Days pass by as I count to three,
So many places I’ve traveled, numerous people I’ve seen,
Yet I have no recollection of leaving my sweet sanctuary,
Wrapped up in a nightmare, but maybe it’s a dream.
Time keeps moving on and on, the clock ticks all the seconds away,
If this is true then why do I feel as though I’m still living yesterday,
Where did all of the time go? How did I end up here?
Seated at this empty table, a puzzle is the map,
Where did all of the time go? Last time I checked I was unfamiliar with alone.

One.

Yet it invited itself to a hollow dinner on Shagbark Drive,
Only to be surprised, as it arrived, to find no company where misery’s rival used to dwell.

Two.

If trust is the basis of our society, then where does all of this deception come in to play?
What is a lie? A modification of the truth? A novel strung by lips?
So we can live the lives we create?
The lines of reality blur together with fictional boundaries.
Everyone plays a character in the endless story called life,
Time holds the parchment, as our actions hold quills and ink,
Democracy, based on all the values we teach are wrong with a slap on the wrist,
Does not prevent politicians from building their empires on hypocrisy.

Three.

Although lives may slip away forever, often no one ever notices,
Those who are still a part of it all, who slip away.
Where did all of the time go? How am I still here?

while i dreamt, images of better things engulphed my mind

dancing visualizations, pictures waltz in this head

upon closed eyelids, the film strip begins to roll along

the matinee that features our true love, warm embrace, perfect kiss



while i dreamt, we met in streets of our finest fantasies

a brick road, a yellow brick road, that led to our saving place

where we found that what we needed we unknowingly had all along

yet three clicks of my heels will never take me home to your arms



while i dreamt, you entered the gates into my vulnerable heart

which youve managed to do repetitively with more power each time

and on the other side of not so pearly gates, i welcome your grace

as you grace me with every second of presence that entombs me



while i dreamt, i wandered through clouds a tad too much

until i found myself lost, lost in fears, lost in hopes, lost on these streets

our finest paved heaven, population two, you, me

while i dreamt, i got lost in what may never be

A quiet whisper to the morning sun

Wish I could see you again

Just feel you again

At least one more time

A soft whisper as the evening light comes

When will you come hold me?

Come love me again

If even just for a day

A long whisper to the moon lite sky

Can you hear me?

Do you miss me?

Are you looking up at the same sky?

Wondering the same things too?

A lie

is a lie

and a liar

can be no other

Just because of

the painted colours of the liar’s lies

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright

Soy que te quito por plata por droga por lo que me digan, fumo un cigarrillo y me calma un poquito, fumo lo verde y me la calma la mente estraño los dias armando el pesebre, familia a mi lado se ven tan alegre el pasado se fue estamos en el presente no hablo con nadie se que no me entienden, no ahi nada que hablar piensan que soy demente no importa no saben lo que uno siente, flotando no hai piso Dios es quien me tiene en sus manos pasando el tiempo me quiere, por eso ahora yo soy mas humilde, ayudo si puedo aunque sea un consejo yo se que soy fuerte pero aveses pierdo.

Paran y piensan cuando se dan cuenta pa donde te lleva cuando tu la incuentras la fuerza que jala tambien es que empuja la luz esta aqui aqui es donde se queda todo lo absorba y despues lo despersa pa donde te manda mira donde llegas pregunta respuesta aqui todo se ve un rayo de gamma esto es poder, de adentro pa afuera y regresa otra ves cuando uno nace es para aprender pasa que pase todo lo que hases, uno si aprende como corre el tiempo imagine un planeta todo es gravedad tamaño distancia escuche el tambor asi sacan demonios sonido es puro en Dios te aseguro lo escribo lo canto cuando siento el viento motiva y escribo

Where do I befriend a river

Those meadows are so unclear

Inquiring into the clock

Where the seconds tick...

Grass whips my shins 

Onto my back the panther attacks

Inside of the mind, pain reminds me of the light

....Where foolishness is stripped, and I no longer hide

From outside the cave I see those eyes

Of dirty red full of fright 

Hovering around in search of something

Who am I, the tide asks again

slamming against the rocks

discombobulated trend

...I don't want to see the ugly shadow that's possessed all this movement

To know that I had fallen under the pavement of seemingly reality

To know that because of it others had suffered

all for selfish intentions

The resistance that is here is believed strong

 consequently I will not progress and god dammit

I still move in unrest

I want to leave everything behind, I don't want my presence to befall upon the walls of despair nor love

Who the hell is typing this drivvle, and what is it's significance

IS any of it real 

Powerful feelings

Of pulling strings

Puppet master

Him or she?

So many faces

Voices change

Some are different

Others the same

Who can tell who is who?

The obvious ones lead me to you

A family of writers type their lines

And I sit here alone with just me and mine