latest poems:
WANTING TO BE
FREE
Free my body and my mind
with all the thought that reels inside.
I am suffering in silence, a dreadful,
difficult pain.
No one ever understood!
Destiny fail me and casted a curse upon me.
For many years I have been in the inside,
and the authorities have keep my
freedom out of sight. I was just a
teen and only seventeen.
For thirty four years I have struggle to understand why the chains are still around my wrist.
An accident that shall have never happened and have never been clear, because the injustice and the painful fear.
Where is my freedom, where could I go
next? I have paid for every things and the rest. I
have endured the prisoners’ long long test.
I feel lost and confused and there
seems to be no recourse even knowing my
heart is full of sympathy and remorse.
I have try and try to be free and seems like they pro-long the distance by the years. When would I be free)
please, please can you hear me from
here, and can too you tell me what am
I to do. There have been a failure to he understood, and justice have not served me justly so.
Here I sit doing time and diligently continue to work within the hours days months and years to keep my sanity.
I want, to be free, enough is enough,
this quest of mystery nipping me. Would I live to tell, and would I be
myself only time will tell whom I am and if I
ever be free from DOC one day.
UNINTERESTINGNESS
Take your hands off it! This is my body all mine.
You can't touch it with
your dirty hands. The composition of your mind Is not
clear, and you do not make senses in
what you want of me. Get your hands off my
body please, get away from me. absolutely not, I am not interested in your
charming ways, no way no way,
I will not be swayed. This does not look good at all arid I
can't do that, whom are you anyways?
This will be a great error in your part I am just a child open your mind. No ways around this mysterious thing keep your
hands to your‑
self or you may end-up in hell. I
don't understand and I will be damned to allow you to touch me there. You can't inhabit my whole
being. The Creator Is watching and
He knows I am uninterested. Keep your words they cut like knifes you utter things that are not for my ears..
Those words
can't reach my inmost, I will die
Inside If I allow your hands to touch my body
tonight. Get away from me please or I'll scream' Move on and spilt please get away from me. Your actions will ruin
my innocence and My whole life get
going buddy get going far as you can and hey, take away those dirty hands.
Below and in pdf form :Poems For December 2014
"beginning to end" "hope is not my indulgence" and "Digest the Talk"
BEGINNING TO END
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Everything that has a beginning has an end.
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Mortal souls born, into this world Called
Earth.
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One must always understand that we all came as
a child.
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and will end as that, that is the truth!
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We all live a joyful lives, and we all are sad
by the hardship
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we encounter so much sorrows that makes us cry
day and night..
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We all feel the hideous malice when it is put
upon us and all
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the weights in our shoulders makes us a little
bit colder.
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There is no rest when our time on Earth is so
short, and
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you break down and bow under the pressure of
that immense test.
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The beginning was a virtue
of enchanting life as the baby took steps
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to walk upright. Now old and feeble full of age,
one seeks solitude
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and getting ready for the crossroad of life
that ends.
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Humbled as a human being that endured the clock of time clinging
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to
this life as a slave of all that
was upon a time
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Everything that has a
beginning must always have an end. And that is
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the sad truth about us Human Beings, from life
beginning to the end.
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HOPE IS NOT MY INDULGENCE
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Wild ride day and night
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venturing low and high.
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Luxury came once with the wind and left
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Soon as it came in. . .
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I
was left- confused and alarmed, struggling in-the
dark. .
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Hope have always 'been distant from my heart. It reaily...never
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have come inside.
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My loving heart seems . 'to
be struck with such bad luck
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I find myself
fighting in the dark. .
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The absence of the light have turned me
blind
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By feel and touch in such darkeness I have
survived and still
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looking for hope to come to me.
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DIGEST THE TALK
Do it again my conscious mind tell me so. Digest
the talk.
I would never
'fall for those things,and I have been very careful in my restraint. In the darkness of a
prison cell in the evening, in
the day time I have to be careful not to go mad.. I approach
those around me
apologetically aware' that -I may be taken for granted and the others' want to risk my time and chances; I absorb
the pain from the madness
the talk' I
hear, I try to get away but where? They are with me each step I take. All the hatred I hear makes
me sad;...and.. tries to thwart my will. I have
to digest it all and be stronger áhd hold my cool, they are
younger and
acting like a fool! Steps by steps I walk carefully looking at the gate of freedom before me..
Look into my eyes and come inside
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Look into my eyes and come inside/ Remember My Dear |
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