"The Demons of Man"

I fabricate skyscrapers, piercing the heavens with chrome blades.

I see a world of fire: combusting, incinerating, devouring.


The valleys burn red with blood stained spades,

The universe watching discreetly, towering.



The demons of man ignite the skylines as day bleeds to night,

The structures emitting a silent roar as the stars lay breathless.


The avenues inhale kerosene, reflecting red light,

The cities burn to ash, dying, defenseless.



As the aggregation of starlight coats our landscape with a luminous glare,

The ruins of a million memories electrify the skies.


The fires burn out as the moon is relieved of its empowering stare,

The once amplified street pinned under its arbitrary demise.



Once upon a time, when man walked with man,

I stared in the eyes of a world worth living.


I watched as it twisted, tore, became a cancerous scan;

Mankind destroying itself, relentless, unforgiving.



As I walk under a sun that illuminates a planet encased in sorrow,

Tears fall parallel to light rays.

As clouds float in a boundless ocean, awaiting tomorrow,

I continue roaming, a stranger, in a world astray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Let me know what you think.


Life was perfect,
Everything falling in it's place.
I had hope, love, dreams that seemed to be coming true,
And a good ol' smile on my face,
I had love, peace and happiness,
I had many great friends,
It seemed things were finally going right
But I forgot how in jut one single moment it all ends
Life as we know it stops
The walls came crumbling down,
One moment everything is perfect,
The next moment,it's all smashed on the ground.
What now? How do we pick up and start over?
How do we say goodbye to it all and start anew?
Sweep away the mess our lives have become,
Pick up the pieces and hope there is something left to cling to?
How do we put this behind us,
How do we stop worrying about what is in store?
How do we let go of the things and people in our lives?
Lead this nightmare right out the door.
Most of all, how do we go back to the perfection that once was our dreams coming true?
We turned our eyes for just a second and stumbled
Now we are left starting over with nothing
As our hopes and dreams lie crumbled.
This is just another of life's tests
And like so many times before, I will make it through.
I'm tough and I've been down this trail before.
I'll be fine as long as I always have you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About Matt and I loosing everything and starting our lives over

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Something terrible happened to me when I vandalised a couple of cars.

I deserved to be punished for what I did but the authorities went too far.

They caned me because of what I did.

I tried but I couldn't keep my fear hid.

When they caned me, it hurt a whole lot.

I didn't deserve the punishment that I got.

I learned something that I didn't know before.

People should never break the law in Singapore.

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little mind

verse 1:

there's alot of places

in this little mind

but not so many faces

for they were left behind

my broken heartless journey

is showing me the truth

now nothing left in me

will ever let me chose


scars------ of my life

break before me

scre------aming in pain

someone help me

verse 2:

with no answers i ask

living in the dark

in the ghost of the past

forgotten who you are

will i ever be fixed

if there is no cause

how can i end this?

i'm tired of being lost

Author's Notes/Comments: 

9-29-09 i don't really remember now what was happening in my life to make me write this. i just know i really like it and really bad wanna see it becme a song that i'm performing in public. maybe soon. we'll see.

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Fishermen now fishing for oil.

Just makes their blood boil!

Many men blown off the rig that day.

We'll not forget them in the Bay.

The stench of crude wallowing up from the deep.

Will spare not any creature in their retreat.

Belching from mother earth's crust

Is a calamity to send many bust.

Profit and greed have caused this black bile to spew on our sand.

Surrounding the coast on every lea,marsh and wetland.

Unleashed and untethered this black slime forms a gigantic bloom.

The earth's black bile smothering all in her excrement sending many to their doom.

A quagmire so great...has caused many to heave a deep breath leeward.

Now each tide brings this scungy oil seaward.

Thousands of litres of black gold leaching freely each day.

From the blowhole far below the Bay.

A generation to come will shake their head.

At the up-evil inherited from their dead.

All sea creatures have sadly come to grief.

Washed up on shore and floating dead on the reef.

B.P. executives shifting the blame.

I want my life back just the same.

Even the president from the White House he flew to see.

The brown gooey mess now floating on the sea.

The pristine coast now looks like a ghost.

With the grim reaper settling in as a host.

An Apocalyptic event has erupted indeed.

Because of man's insatible profit and greed.

Crustaceans and coral all suffocating in brown sticky sludge.

No wonder the southern states are holding a grudge.

This monstrosity only man to blame.

Not on God this some would like to claim.

Katrina came and ravaged many a poor folk.

Crude black Mary has made many broke.

The gut wrenching work of cleaning up this sticky black mess.

Has broken many a strong man's heart...I guess.

The legacy of this generation's obsession with oil.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem because I can see an Apocalyptic event unfolding before our eyes, mankind will reap a terrible cost for this so called "Black Gold".

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so she finally gave up

on the man he said he'd be

and decided that she'd be content

with just the memory

all the things he'd promised

dried like raisins in the sun

and the love that he had sworn was hers

had never really begun

he treated all her feelings

with such casual disdain

and rather than a heart of joy

he gave her days of pain

the accusations and distrust

he dealt her every day

left holes in her tender heart

that she was sure would stay ...

until the day she finally woke -

with open eyes she saw

that he was just a mortal man

she looked hard at all his flaws

the steady and abiding faith

she'd placed in his hands

turned to dust and died that day

though he didn't understand

reclaiming what was left

of what once had been her life

she stood up tall and wiped her tears

and walked into the light ~


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I need you to be scared with me

I need you to see why I feel this way

No encouragement needed

No "It will be okay."

If you are scared too,

I would feel a little less insane,

a little less guilty for feeling this way.

I don't know what my future holds,

except for pain and fatigue,

I'm hoping for the best...

but hope is something I need.

I'm scared to think that someday

I'd be too tired to walk,

or maybe it would hurt to much

to even try to talk.

I'm hoping it will be alright,

maybe I should pray...

I know that I need to try

just to make it through each day.

I'm scared, I will not lie,

I feel like my world is crashing down

with every painful sigh.

Please just be scared with me.

Please just hold me and cry,

beacuse if you are scared with me

I promise I will try.

I will try each day to not feel the pain,

to deal with the saddness and woe.

I will try to hold my head up high,

so high you would no one would even know.

Just be scared with me,

so I can be strong.

Just let me know that being scared isn't wrong.

That some where down the road, this could be all gone.

But until that day comes,

being scared is ok...

and you will be beside me,

holding me tightly,

while i sit and cry

until I find that strength

that will guide me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is how I feel two days after being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.

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Yeah, asshole, Chris Lewis, don't fuck with me! Your pussy tang attempts to try to destroy me won't work.  You can try but they will fail.  Too bad your employment past follows you around like stink on dirty white rice. Those same two women you know you very well know how to be real friends and don't want to have sex with you if you were the last person on earth.

        Take your cocky ass ego and shove it up where the sun doesn't shine.  Don't let your dick get stuck, wouldn't want your prostate cancer to come back, now do you?  You're not better than anyone.  You're not who you think you are. You're not fooling anyone. You're not you anymore. All you are is the same as the rest, trying to get laid all the time.

      May be you should think twice before pursuing someone when your own stupid life is complicated.  Don't include me in your own little world. You'll get your own judgement one day when you die of lung cancer.  You already have a life sentence.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To the rest of the poets out there beware of Chris Lewis at Newspapers in Education off of Loop 410 & Broadway. He's trouble!

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The deepest hole I’ve placed it in

And covered it with all that’s been

Then beat upon this grave each day

In hope to make it go away

I’m terrified that it will grow

And so afraid somehow they’ll know

The secret I have buried deep

The secret that I want to keep

The thing that is the root of all

The reasons why I want to fall

The reason why I’ve never been

Able to give love back again

I know that I should dig it up

And let them know my feelings but,

Instead I’ll keep it locked inside

The truth concealed within my mind

…Jeff Bresee

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