Pride

Pride is Precious

You deserve it,


Like nelson Mandela,


To breathe among the great,


Being called one of the phenomena.


 

You are precious,


A living diamond you are,


May nothing dangerous,


Harm you whatsoever.


 

Guide like a Prophet, a leader,


Strangling all injustice and fear.

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Frozen Pride

 

This world of ice
Forged in frozen sheets
Layer upon layer
So many attempts to thaw
Daily melting
Hidden tears, weeping alone
Drip from the tips
Of every cycle formed
Crying out, wishing to remain
And finally end the pain
But it’s hard to move

In the cold
For the days are short

The sun sets again
The lonely frost

Once more sweeps in
And progress that was made to flow
Turns once again to ice and snow

Leaving nothing to hold

In the chill of this night
But a faint hope
That perhaps tomorrow
I’ll finally find courage

In a silent moment

Of light and warmth of sun
And turn to you

And finally say...
I'm sorry

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Domino

         When you went to my Grandfathers house, you could always find in the table of the living room a game of domino already finished. Every sunday that we went to visit him we would get all the cousins together and play against him. He would love to play the game and every time he finished playing he would leave the finished game in the table until he would play again. When I was young I didn’t understand why he would leave the dominos on the table and they would last even longer there when he lost. It was not until he past away and I was playing domino that I tried to imitate him and decided to leave the game as it ended, and when I returned to play again I noticed that I could have won the game if I had played the correct hand. It was in that moment that I realized that the reason he would leave the game as it ended was so that he could be able to analyze his game every time he past by that room and he could improve his game and skills. He had a huge collection of dominos for all parts of the world, he used to buy them as he traveled. But also each year when it was his birthday his friends and family would give him dominos and he would love them. His favorite ones were ones that were custom made, they had the name of my family in the back and the place where he worked most of his life in the front. The game of domino consist of playing with 4 players and it is very common to play this game with your friends especially elder people, the work of my grandparent consisted of being a very social person and knowing a lot of people. I remember how he once told me that he had made and sealed a lot of friendships throughout his life while playing this game with them. The way that my grandfather loved to play this game made me understand how important friendship is in life and also how you should always try to improve and understand where you went wrong.

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Synchronicity

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qbpaz-u5WIE

 

"oh, it was a horrible wrongdoing!

you should have been there,

the way he spoke to her, 

after all she had gone through,

it made everyone want to 

hang him...see him suffer good!

and what about the mother?

she was just as bad...

whacked out crack whore

too busy to even feed her own baby!

what should we do?

i say DEMAND an apology!

HANG the son-of-a-bitches,

but first make them suffer good!

why should we tolerate this crudity?

we ALL deserve an apology

at the very least! 

who do they think they are?

don't they realize we are human beings?

we are deserving of RESPECT!!

the way they spoke to us is just plain wrong!!

we can't let them think they can get away with this!"

 

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i listen to the words 

of a small group of people

outside in the hallway

of the municipal court building 

whilst waiting patiently 

to pay my traffic ticket.

i am eavesdropping, yes,

one of the habits i have, 

mostly due to my joy for people-watching.

but in this case, 

also due to the fact that

i am upset with myself at the moment,

because one ticket in 12 years

has spurred me into a multi-faceted

voyage of self-introspection

that has now lasted for the past 3 weeks,

as getting tickets 

has always been my 

'personal summons' as well as 

the financial penalty it so kindly

lavishes on my ever-dwindling checking account.

 

as a means to briefly escape 

beating myself up for the past 3 weeks,

i take a short glimpse 

into a different outlook

on the moment,

as i indulge in my own 

little secret self-righteousness,

playing both judge and jury

on the indignant ones next to me in the hallway,

and reach an opinion of their complaints.

 

it goes like this:

first of all,lady, i don't know 

what happened here,

but have you read the sign on the building

that says 'municipal court'? 

that sort of means this is not a huge deal,

and the reason it isn't is because 

this town is full of people just like you,

who think we have nothing better to do here

except have 'group therapy' all freaking day long.

 

second of all, you with the demand sign 

and noose in your back pocket--

get a dam* grip on yourself,

before you die from your own mortification,

because it might come to your surprise,

that you aren't the first person in the world

to have someone call you out--

happens every day, you're just too self absorbed 

to notice when it happens around you to others,

and furthurmore, the entire thing about 

being a human being means that

nobody's flawless, so get over it, pal.

 

thirdly, not to make this a family gathering,

but all of your mothers must have 

had one too many, the night before she 

packed your 'social skills survival kit',

because she obviously forgot to tell you

that respect is a two way street,

and it doesn't happen just because 

somebody did something wrong to you,

it's something you create with others,

and most times you create more of it for yourself

through your example of being it, 

than you ever could with demands--

that's just the way it works.

so if you're saying you need an apology to 

act like a decent respectful human being,

shame on you, i am embarrassed to 

share the species with you, little miss perfect---

 

---and now I have to take a recess 

because they just called my name!!

 

as i walk towards the door, 

one of the women in the group

taps me on the arm. she holds in her hand two 

shiny pennies, and looks up at me

saying, 'did you drop this'?

i look at her and can't help smiling a little,

'no, honey, i gave my two cents, that's for you'. 

with a puzzled look on her face, i make 

my way past and into the courtroom.

 

never did have to pay for that ticket.

turns out, the first ticket is considered 

a second chance here... love it!

 

Court Is Adjourned!!

 

 

12:43 AM 7/2/2013 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Little short story. 

Rainbow Fairy

Folder: 
Pride

Dance rainbow fairy dance
She glistens in a glow of white light
Fluttering away on two wings of levitating ice
Attached to her back she creates a beautiful sight

Prance rainbow fairy prance
In the alter ego of my imagination
Appearing into my personality giving it a chance
To grow attached to this fairy of a message she is obtaining

Unfold rainbow fairy unfold
Gossip traits filled into every individual
Mistaken trust under circumstances truths are told
From the unfaithful being cruel occurred judgement brought the mighty character

Move on rainbow fairy move on
Shed your wings to hibernate in your cocoon
This is you the fairy princess of rainbow colors will not sleep long
Protect my aura of your guidance
And sleep tight until next afternoon

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think if I were a Fairy, I would be Rainbow. And Sparkly.

The Queen On A Silver Dollar

Words are written like spiders that have danced in ink,
Across the pages facts are re-written,
Painted from bruised memory,
I see skies only with creases in them.
So fold me now into myself,
Pin my paper heart to the wall.

Fat and thin, a delicate thing,
Secrets shared only on streets under moonlight.
The never, the maybe, the equal transition,
Is the beating of my mind.

The muscle pulls away in threads,
A sad sentiment of a fallen empire.
Sell me your story that will lead nowhere,
Replace the world with your anxiety.

Inviting hysterectomy of the self,
A bullet filled tissue is inviting a re-match.
How could a god make twins so dumb,
To dance so merrily in front of the gun?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A nation that falls for everything stands for nothing.

bjork

before i was born i had marched a 100 times
can you see me here
marching into this abyss of you
with words about something less important than you
behind my boasts see a mirror

behind my victories i see your defeat 
i help most by doing nothing at all
and while you see me doing nothing for you i am doing everything

i dream of your dreams when you arent looking
and i unlock your cell bars 
without ever seeing them with a whim
with a will 
with a boast and a sneer with a smile 
their old soldier 
is a sorrow to fear

on this page criss crossed words ramble
for and against all
in my other idenity
chock full of their vote to support
this whole crew one and all
and i watch as a soldier 
who was good at his job
you think hate you think death
what they give us
this mob

i was vengance i was wrath
i was soldier most clear
this be their love
their support

only yourselves to fear
in my house on my suits
3 feet away a whole life
was the clinkgy
sting iccky
smeel rebellion
and strife
in theri distracts preceincts 
blotters
fingerprints behind boast
of the town just a smolder

one day i was living slice of life
god of war
trade loss ration
99:1 maybe more
the 99 percent of the deals 
never paid
100 percent of those deals 
carried out in the trade
at teh table i sat and one thing made bye
for a million dollars
scum to force me to lie
show your face and your faith
you hold money most dear
find another jinn
to make dreams seen most clear

i was off never thought
of the net that i lost
was the gross you see
droogies
that mattered most of all

i am crumb on lapel of each button you wear
the one wholl walk out when i hear its not fair
and return with a weapon for you to use fresh
lost it again
again again

now tellme whats next
retreated t lab
ripple worlds with a thought
steal old money new me
shiny tools i have brought
i have wrought
i cooked up when you saw me there not

im a devil little whips 5th every day who forgot
analyze only each weakness each folly each day
what i did as a boy like
good boys knelt to pray

iw as raised for one purpose to fight a good war
wya i love way i work 
even the way i snore

i only speak in battle clangs and peers into your soul

this brave new world without translator
science no more
stuck in place 
i don't know
among people i cant see
i am blind zatoichi

no bragging just me
with this tongue ive not used my whole
life for the peace
i tear up every day that we speak its so neat
friends and lover or wife
each word was a vow
broken many then less til i was black
like a drow
and the more and more evil the clearer to me
sheer power to be found
pure truth set me free
only then did i join legal workforce in town
already 222 yet i been around
homeless 18 i was out on the street
wouldn't lie beg or cheat 
ask favor so neat
sat each day on the street 
silently several days more
no shelter no people
no sleeping or snore

then i went out into your world as just me
had no job but the world that i wanted
was free
i gave all your dark hearts and powers
their dreams
and the world i wanted 
always what it seemd
small reign in small place in small spaces
i took
just a shadow no more
or less than
i look but inside my touches behind my eyes
there was no such thing as sink 
low alibis
dream chaos dark murder bank roobing or more
dream raving blade orgies
ill brang not vampires but more
my kin those i made myself into your dreams
melted back to reality
undone at the seams
last one i freed to be whatever they wish
roamed your city streets bringing sweet deaths kiss
didnt know or tell 
but i am just fire
your dreams intent will
alone ill inspire
relentlessly always
i am power galore
but cant snap my fingers
and lights
thats why i want more

once owned once again free to say what i wish
im so close im so close
then free as i wish
with my words worlds melt or regrow as they must

i am nothing and noone
and the Word all i trust
every god that you have and philsoophers stone
had and lost gave away
fuck houses hats and a throne

im so close im so close
to what i call free
to be owned by anyone anything
and not be
not be me or you you
just an ear to your phone

once again will to power
means nothign alone

i was the thing 
that not only cant be
noone but animals 
and science
knew the whole me
bits and pieces through time
and the parts to my life
deepest kiss black fist
employer of nife
locked away 

for forever
had to hone more my craft
one day alone so alone
floating in raft

these words soem like these but incredibly fast
the closest i come 
to what i must call m,ath
you say words but they arent yet alive

yet free 
they say many much things
but one day a new day
when yoru words just your words
will make reality melt
and the thingsd that you say must be seen heard felt
when that day that day comes
your government fears
its not you they arm for
look at your kin fears
and their guns and their thoughts

and remember im black

take your fight with your hearts 
and turn it back
now within
your own family your own friends
and remember my skin

guantanamo war and the drone attack

the only pain ive ever had
in life

cause im black

while i work saw me workin
to get a fine place

all i ask is fight more fuck 1 percent
kulluminati race

killuminati doesnt mean
fight or focus on Man
it means fight deep within so you CAN understand
there's no power above all 
no powers but you

give them power
talk bout them and your power's

through

just curiosu to see if babble faster than rhyme
and it was and it was and it would save me time

but my ramble and babble and narcissim see

means i speak without fear
i know no method above
to verify knwo tha 

theres truth in my flow
and no effort to sway to caress
or to glow
or to shien or to burn
burn it down liek a match
im no rapper no seeker
of money or snatch

i crave true power
to serve no heaven or bird
or person place thing or 

idea 

how absurd

i serve you one and all i have ears 
they do work

i serve word and if single

ill also serve

bjork

(and yes, you say her name wrong dammit)

bjork rhymes with WORK not PORK

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just wanted to practise a different typing style

Hair Cut

Folder: 
Kiss of Honey

I want long hair, long braided hair
Is it really about Pride and Honour?
My hunny, my lover runs her fingers through my hair

The vibrations of the clippers buzz against my scalp
I close my eyes and smile, knowing her mom is correct
I wanted long hair, long braided hair

Hunny adjust the clippers to trim the hair short
I keep my eyes close remembering the times
Where I did have long hair in my life

The hair falls to the floor and my broad shoulders
Hair all over but not on top of the head where it belongs
She asks if I am going to cry

I squeeze her hand and smile, that is all she needs
Now I am clean cut, good looking cook for work
I wanted long hair, braided long hair

Pride and Honour is within the heart
The long hair is a symbol, for now I enjoy the short cut
She asks again if I am going to cry

I smile and squeeze her hand
Shaking my head no, I clean up with a shower
You had a lot of hair, I say I know it is thick

Someday Hunny, when you don't have to work
You may have your long hair and learn how to braid
When I become a known painter? Poet?

Yes, maybe then...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know about this poem.

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Dark Expression Of Pride

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Dark

What if rainbows were colored in shades?
Instead by colors so very bright
That'd be a dark expression of pride
Of what Goth might stand for if there is no color

Next to a flag with shades of black and grey
A representation for the outcaste half
The ones of abnormality and darker thoughts
And those who choose to lurk through darkness

What if hearts were a shade of black?
Instead bloody red suits the shape as well
Our meditation too sooth the mind
A heavy metal tune to clear the head
Causes the heart to feel the music
Jumping to every beat of the drums

Each beat is an expressio of love
Each beat is a heart trembling
Dark expression of pride and darkness
Combined within' both worlds
Creates something worth expressing

Whether it'd be darkness
Whether it'd be light

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pride in a Dark Expression.

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