Poetry for those of heart

The school

2010-05-30T20:47:00.000-07:00

this sphere of sanctity is separated
from the tempting tunes of ignorance
that the world has loved and decorated
and for this, i leave a better human

From days of blooming desert blossoms,
to the dancing pollen of summer days,
we hush we fight, we cry, we learn,
and bend the rules of our childish ways

we learn to look at man as man,
as breathing, thinking comprehending,
for this, we learn how to love a human
to use, passion, sweetness, understanding,

this little sphere is just a home,
for those souls who wish to run away
they find a hallowed hovel of misfits
who fear to seize the day,

and yet it shines with an ancient light
from the eyes of the youngest of heart
from those who hear with open spirits
and pray for a wiser start,

Our Curse

2009-12-10T20:03:00.000-08:00

I sprawl upon a sterile stable,
yes, weak i know my body is,
to run from life she is not able,
have i cursed her, as she is?

gleaming globs,a receptive soul,
after hours at these i gaze,
naive and new new knows not her role,
in that Ive cursed her to behave,

Look in them, so blue and strong,
her spirit dead must never be,
yet she must live by our people scourged,
for my strong child was born as," she"

Endure i know i never could,
to see her see her silenced by but another child,
because his waist is but what would,
relieve my babe of being reviled,

Clutch my child and weep must I,
while our people carry her away,
better the flesh or soul to die,
this curse, is now HERS to decide...

To Persecute

2009-10-17T21:50:00.000-07:00

The laughs of cruel ones found the grounds,

an order for the jackle's sounds,

they scowled and cackled in the face,

of a small and dying race,

just as the reincarnated hated,

by segregation discriminated,

scars have children separated,

so the child of wounds, death carnated,

“stay away!” said they to it,

which ride away in chariots,

of coal and brimstone rides upon,

alone forever from thereon,

a time struck child of faithful soul,

cast away to hills of coal,

sobs of turquoise raged the skies,

where the time stuck child lies,

due to hatred of the people,

proud and set upon a steeple,

not to know disquieting sorrows

to snare children of tomorrows,

who tread into a persecution,

worthy of a revolution

hatred do all they embrace,

hating all of other race,

for theirs in hatred most advanced,

keeping all of wealth entranced,

with envy for the worldly things,

which thrust upon destruction's wings,

so how reside this gruesome people,

set upon a prideful steeple?

They live within a rosy dome,

but flee in crimson catecomes,

to kidnap those of freedom's minion

and hate a race of time struck children,

p.s: i wrote this when i was 13

rockingchair

2009-10-08T10:53:00.000-07:00

we're all born onto a rocking chair,
upon an elevated knoll,
laid before a rustic path,
as minutes, hours tick and toll,

time and force, it pushes us,
along the lands secreting life
deced along the rustic path
are tears and laughter, smile and strife,

and as we're pushed allong the path,
we know, we live, we clutch the seasons,
as its lesons make us who we are,
we love, we learn, its every reason,

were all born onto a rockingchair,
with lovely sweet receptive lives,
we slowly age on the rustic path,
on rockingchair we smile and die,

Tribute to 2049

2009-07-30T20:27:00.000-07:00

Embodiment of sentiment,
show me all I am,
replay for me,
my liberty,
and was it blessed or damned,

Show me all the tenderness,
of this my little life,
made of scratch,
a velvet patch,
upon a quilted knife,

Embodiment of sentiment,
if ever Im alone,
Ill close my eyes,
before it dies,
and remember you are home

the Boarding

2009-01-03T20:54:00.000-08:00

In an instant, in one day,
the world turns it's belly up,
the child cannot inhale now,
what is this thing i walk upon?

in an instant, in one day,
the protector becomes the predator,
the child cannot smile now,
who is this man i now behold?

in an instant, in one day,
words become a solemn threat,
the child cannot listen now,
what are these words my ears intake?

the child is a vegetable,
a ward of God alone,
for in a day, only a day,
all changes in a n instant.

Clover Hill

2008-12-11T19:52:00.000-08:00

Inside the brick boned walls,
the mounds of stick, stoned halls,
abides my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

Under the taint, toned ebony,
the stars of saints,owned only,
sleeps my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

Amid the grass grown hoppers,
the fellowship found rompers,
plays my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

But for the hate hued globe,
only the tainted Job,
exists my hill of clovers,
my only clover hill,

Sparks

2008-11-03T19:42:00.000-08:00

I see them in your soul pits, this i learned to call them,
bellowing, pleaing, begging for birchwood, keep thee alive,
how sickly they have become! malnourished again!
bent and broken, old thy tolken from which you derive,

sparks, o darlings can you not kindle your own!
for the child which was to war prior,
for dear sparks, o they're infectious, but so i am alone,
for infectiousness is in the wood, which spread o faster fire!

your droll has spread unto me, the forest grows relentless,
the child which was prior to war is done, the child's sparks have ceaced,
but in your eyes, o this i know, that yours, they wont return, lest,
in mine eyes they learn kindle, are we all deseased?

my little rest

2008-11-02T22:41:00.000-08:00

the trial has taken its toll,
the locusts little cease to linger,
chipping at my soul,
with every little singer,

i rest my head in exhaustion,
i further cannot keep,
can i bear to resist eruption?
minds not as strong and elite,

as one in monotonous dole,
being hidden from beauty or joy,
yet is this not a godgiven role?
by which myself i destroy?

" lift your head!" bellow many i hear,
for my rest cannot soothe what i am,
o must i emerge from dear sphere?
o this world from which i ran!

and yet i know i must continue,
for my place in the world must go on,
must i follow each road and avenue?
perhaps not, am i from else withdrwn?

CONTROL

2008-10-17T20:51:00.000-07:00

how i fear what i will do, the potential of my malicious mind,
how it daunts me, this i know i will do what i needs find,
how freedom beckons at me so, with roses of the sharpest thorn,
how confinement flogs me so, between two minds am i now torn,
obey and kill my spitit, rebel and kill my heart,
i desire my own fire of worlds brought to one part,
stay and mar my joy, run and scar my mind,
i request, upon my breast, my own soul unconfined,
but you with eyes of malice, and i with of desire,
i beg myself, for yourslef to mecry have with fire,
i cannot forgive your wrongs, i know them far too well,
but you will see, the day youll be, alone... this i fortell.

In the dead of night

2008-10-12T23:34:00.000-07:00

in the dead of night i behold,
many forms of beauty,
in the dead of night i behold,
many forms of fear,

the hallowed haunting gleam i behold,
of the moons great radiance,
the wolf who bellows before it i behold,
to alarm its pack of a messy kill,

the secret soothing sweetness i behold
of the whispers shared by lovers young,
the shattering trust by yet yelling i behold,
of the parents of lovers young,

the sacred sighs of babes i behold,
dreaming in their treasured quarters,
the malicious malcontentment i behold,
of the intruder into their quarters creeps,

My Dismay

2008-10-02T21:35:00.000-07:00

where are you?

the days gone by, my heart, frail heart,
beckon for me to stay within,
to play a chilish gave therin,
to abide in the times in which thou art,

you show me views of glory,
of times in which my heart did leap,
of faces precious did i keep,
you read me my own lovely story,

kill me not i ask of thee,
spare my mind which you devour,
leave me not so spar and sour,
o mind mind does treasure thee,

at times i desire you dead,
at times i wish you present,
andi your humble peasant,
of which you rule,yee great crowned head,

take me in thine arms,
release me not for any,
thy torments they are many,
but i know you did warn,

you will not slip away,
as tradition says you should,
this i wish i could,
ye my own dismay

In Vain

2008-09-24T22:46:00.000-07:00

I have about me those which tell,
man which day it is to be,
those which for man is compelled,
to forget this o God given schene,

disheveled knolls of checked filled trees,
whining to my every nervous glance,
round about, I on my knees,
and they my every inhabitance,

below the mounds, under the rude
confusion, which is but a clear debris,
there exists but one checked nude
month on it which waits for me,

my expiration does it fortell,
its presence haunts my every moment,
each second pounds within my cell,
within which I preside for no attonment,

can cease my eyes, my heart, my mind,
form this which does fortell my death,
o now precious is my every kind,
of function, o my every breath,

closer, closer, to count each day
agony o my heart it flogs!
far is it that time of death?... nay!
for so my thought, my mind it clogs,

the day has come, all checked are gone,
but the lonesome black one stays,
revelation hits theron!
of all my counting, hellish days

o precious was my every breath,
but preciousness was found profain
for it did die, not live on from death,
so ends the tragedy, a life in vain.

precious is my every breth

Monique

2008-09-23T21:03:00.000-07:00

you abide in distant lands, athough your face too close,
your vision haunts me gleeful hues but that i love the most,
your smile reflects those yester years of laughted pain and love,
your voice echos within my heart and peirces it therof,

those halls they hold that harold haze,
which bludgens me with o that phase,
in which we were to me my treasure,
work to obtain that hallowed leizure,

in which our souls did flow from us,
o days of Novena ye will not rust!
time has changed yet not one thoght,
my love for you shant cease to rot!

a love which devours my happiness,
witch burns at stake in dancing fest,
which torments my every moment,
is it thee which feeds my torment?!

you are far distant lands and you await me not,
i am but a passed era yet in me you cease to rot,
but go along you ways dear one, but I can not forget,
and yet i know, our every time was but your one reget,

i say once and only once this that i must needs say,
i miss you dear with all my heart but go along your way,
and be the child that you had been before i came to thee,
and hold your own prosperity this you were meant to be,

I miss you Monique

Come Home

2008-09-21T22:44:00.000-07:00

You'd wrap your arms around me as held above volcano's pit,
your smilie which did surround me, eniticed my affections, forfit,
your memory held so sacred, enthroned within my soul,
a queen of pure affection, buy you cannot console,

your depart so, rough and cold, a child of eyes of black,
your affections grey and shaven, inviting arms contract,
i love you little child! i scream to you my lovely babe,
recieve me once again! and affections cease to shave!

I open so my arms to you, climb into my lap,
as you did once before child o cease now to contract,
I know you cannot hear me, i know you see me not,
but in your days, your wrinkled days, when time is dear and hot,

you'll look into your memory and see once agin your kin,
the one of which you sat upon, and loved unto therin,
o child i beg recieve me, my memory now assalting,
the one i was before you left my person you defaulting,

i bid you well, o child of mine and bid you careful eyes,
that they may clear, that you may hear, this plead from me to thine,

I miss you Allysa.

the day

2008-09-13T21:29:00.000-07:00

running faster time has fallen,
for this thing that i did fall in,
look around behold the lovliness
of that which has surrounded me,

lifted hearts, o seem of eden,
lovely storm so wild and heathen,
spouting fourth the joy i capture,
in the fearful happiness,

reality has sat now down,
for this moment rosy gown,
as though reserved, clock set time,
in which the world did smile at me,

Wrinkled woman sits upon,
the gallows age curses thereupon,
and recalls this day of joy,
the day the world stood still for me.

Wayward Minds

2008-02-21T10:23:00.000-08:00

o woe to you wayward minds,
who's path doth ignorance intwine,
who along this road doth wind,
o woe to you of wayward minds

woe to you wayward minds,
which selfishness is all ye find,
who stumble trip for ye are blind,
o woe to you wayyward minds,

woe to you of wayward minds,
to which the hearts of cruel are bind,
who cleave to all of your own kind
o woe to you of wayward minds,

woe to you of wayward minds,
until your road doth fall and grind,
and cry do do such of all mankind,
o woe to you of wayward minds!

THE HAWK

2008-02-08T16:50:00.000-08:00

The Mountain Hawk lay next the brook there came his time to fall,
The grassy ground grayed by the gaze of the sun so dim as tall,
sights of tree trunks tread his throat to think there he had sat,
His Mount mourned merry mockingbirds her prey that she lay flat,
The sky did weep, such sightly soaring clouds did he behold,
the nest of she did build for self her majesty foretold,
Twas age which wounded the powerful fowl, life of royal led,
there dropped she upon the the brook which she herself had tread,
such majesty that crowned the hawk the queen of all her lair,
That sat upon thrown yet not a jeweled gemmed filled chair,
But a seat of one to the Glory of Great the Creator she'd exalt,
for when a man of mind would look upon such grain of salt,
he would see the glory of creation of The Greater
And think to self "if thus is such then how must be Creator?!

The War for Life

2008-01-22T15:18:00.000-08:00

how many have died in midst of blood,
for evils worth of Noah's flood,
enemies prize be dusk and vain,
against the righteous's vast domain,
The soldier clad in robes of auburn, virtues bound his breast,
with muskets of fluently passionate love, and avenging just less rest,
he holds his name in high esteem , for proud he is to bear,
the name of vigorous fighter for life in an answer to powerful prayer,
he raises his voice to the heavens and bellows to God to aid his plight,
to stand by his merciful, terriless heart as he with vigor would would fight,
" For His children," The battle cry sounds,
And warrior's clashes that bang and pound,
" Now who will come victor?" you ask me at present
but you tell me, such a war so unpleasant,
join in the fight, recruit your own heart,
and not only a segment or piece or a part,
but all our living, each fiber of being,
to ending this ongoing cruelty were seeing,

2008-01-20T14:27:00.001-08:00

What right have we to think for God, to choose between such things,
between a child and easiness, winter and dappled springs,
what right have we to murder young ones, kill the mild of heart,
to God and babes of newfound life to hurdle far apart,
to yank from children laughter, and the joys of living found,
to bind in dismal drunkenness of sadness they're confound,
why abandon innocence, to comfort lonely lives,
bound in blood are all they now together never thrives,
"why" they ask us " do we die for you and you alone,"
raise them with me knights of life upon a gaudy throne,
for they did die from no self fault, or ugly sinful breath,
merely because they lived alone are they sentenced to death.

Ode to the joys of Girlhood

2008-01-20T13:17:00.000-08:00

round about the field I danced as firefly's surrounded,
they nipped and played to me a tune of wings that loudly sounded,
my skit flew all around me as I did play along,
with mockingbirds to watch for me as they would sing their song,
The butterfly would twirl to me and kiss my freckled nose,
I'd spin and awe the turquoise sky made marble Id suppose,
My father sat beside me, and read to me a tale,
of grandeur love and royalty and goodness's prevail,
as I would drift into my land of sleepful simple rest,
so glad was i that i was born and clutched onto my chest,
a rose that i had reaped that day, so lovely it did seem,
but not so lovely as the life of a girl inside her dream,

2008-01-19T20:32:00.000-08:00

Dear people,

did you know that every 2 and a half seconds a child dies of starvation.
And did you further know that by selling one i-pod and donating the money to trustworthy fund, you can provide food, shelter, clothing, an education and medical supplies and treatment to at least 5 children in northern alone.
I have no i-pod or cell phone, and I refuse to own one because of this. Children die because of a lack of food, and in America many of us have luxuries and things we don't need.
So please, stop, think about what is really happening and look at life the way we all should, with a selfless eye and a careful heart, please give something up for them, anything.

2008-01-19T14:18:00.000-08:00

listen softly, calm your voice,
hear the turmoil of this choice,
hear them poisoned, hear them screaming,
suffer from their mother's dreaming,
watch life slip from tiny fingers,
as hope and love no longer lingers,
look to them and tell them plainly,
their life ended inhumanely,
you were unwanted little one,
your murder so unjustly done,
So fight with me oh knights of life,
do not end your struggling strife,
for the young we will prevail,
make strong the voice of all the frail.