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Its not beautiful

 

Truth conspires to unravel all my careful planting

in my garden of deception 
every blossom screams your name, 
every stone trips a hazard in your honor 
the brooke whispers your name incessantly 
your truth dances on the edges of my lips,
so desperately close to leaping into the world as an earth shattering revelation! 
no thorns or barbs dare grow,
the sunlight streams though illuminating your presence 
there is no hiding from you 
I crave to sing the song of truth in my heart 
dance the deepest confessions to light 
cut down every twisted vine tangled up in my web of lies 
I crave, I pine, I anguish 
yet I tarry, 
frozen in time the shell only recognizes obligation 
thankful for your warmth 
I move on and tend the garden 
as if you never existed 
cockle shells in a row,
only they know.

 

 

 

Truth conspires to unravel all my careful planting in my garden of interpretation 

every blossom screams your name every stone trips a hazard in your honor 

the brooke whispers your name incessantly your truth dances on the edges of my lips so desperately close to leaping into the world as an earth shattering revelation 

no thorns or barbs dare grow

the sunlight streams though illuminating your presence 

there's no hiding from you 

I crave to sing the song of truth in my heart 

dance the confessions to light 

cut down every twisted vine tangled up in a web of lies 

I crave, I pine I anguish 

yet I tarry, 

frozen in time the shell only recognizes obligation 

thankful for your warmth 

I move on and tend the garden 

as if you never existed 

cockle shells in a row only they know.

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Wake UP!

Wake Up! Wake UP! No more sleeping in bed
Little Peter is crying he needs to be fed

Angie is failing she can’t even read
This problem exists because she is poor- that’s what her teacher now believes

We are failing our children while we lie asleep
Our family structure is failing and is proven to be weak.

Wake Up! Wake Up! Mother while Peter is being raped
By the same man you love and claim it’s you that he dates

Wake! Wake Up! Dad your daughter is growing old
She needs a man in her life – so she sleeps with the addict who treats her cold…

Wake Up mom and dad no more thinking about you
But instead of our children whose thoughts are misconstrued

The alarm clock has gone off- No more sleeping in bed
Let’s save the children we have left
‘Cause half of our children are already dead.

Wake Up!!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wake up is a powerful piece screaming the needs of some of our children. Wake up has been described as the perfect wake up call for those caring for children. It is a great gift for someone in the social services field; teachers or any persons providing the needs of our children

Ghosts.

We are the ghosts.
We haunt our own tomorrows
and yesterdays,
with ‘will do’s’,
and ‘should have done’s’.
Rummaging in
pantamorphic probabilities
for solutions;
sure reconstitutions,
and amiable outcomes.

We haunt the minds of others.
Manifesting in their thinking,
through the channels of their
memories, and expectations.
Exploiting the anaclitic
affectations of their imaginations,
and embedding in their minds
the cultures, of our infestations.

We glide the corridors of fantasy,
compiling schemes of dreams.
The interfection by selection
of transient temporials,
sends us flying with the fishes
on the road to Mandalay.
As our shades secure scenarios:
Composed, gubernatorial,
as stages where the ghosts of thought
we generate, can play.

The images formed in our minds
link with reality, and impinge
on the fabric of it’s nature.
Retrocausaly, rewriting history;
prophetically polluting peradventure,
with personalised preconception.
Declaiming that it was ‘that’ way.
And robbing the future of mystery.

Our minds abash our flesh
and escape the cloying mesh
of impediments material
that damn corporeal hosts.
Impositions and invasions on
ethereal terrain, stake
our shadowland domain, that
we haunt. We are the ghos

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WHY?

I know its all true Ill have to pay for all the bad things i did
Dont worry though cause Ill be laughing as i do my bid
Now your asking WHY, WHY would I be laughing and Ill tell
you cause Ill be high Chewing on this pill trowing up filling Ill
like Ima die and WHY cause I dont give a fuck every time
Im sobber all i feel is stuck in the past then Ill sniff a white
line come back with a blast laughing like it was all a joke
roll a blunt take a toke now Im asking myself WHY as I
feel like Ima die and all I can say is Ima do me and all
you bitchs just mind your bizz If this is me all I ask is
WHY, WHY judge me WHY should I change till Im pulling
my hair out like I got mange when I die is when Ima change
till then Ima keep this shit going man Im deep going all out
walking around like I ant got no dought that when I die is
when people will ask WHY, WHY I did all this and Id say cause
I had a ball and man Ill miss my family but life was my bid and
after everything I did all I can ask myself is...........WHY?
by: kyle cohen
12/6/10

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