This is the island of the desolate The inhabitants battle hardened My sweet kingdom of the night And to here I return to write
Oil drips like tears over my brothers and sisters I know they never want this war to end But yet I have come home to write this letter Seamly the only one here that wants peace
I will apologize for their mistermeaners Will clarify even doctrine for you Should anymore suffer now When you have the ultimate power and won the war
I'm here to help in their plight Lost souls that have lost the fight Grace me that you will see sense As I have returned here to write again
Blinded by greed Nations will compete to be the superpowers Banks with billions of riches all vying for top white collar posts Surrounded by skyscrapers, superb infrastructures, hi tech progress Deluxe hotels, amusement parks, multiplex to entertain us Automobiles, Urbane gadgets, suave robots to work for us Every one owning super jets and rockets to go around Still to quench our thirst not a drop of fresh water Still to satisfy our hunger not a morsel of food Still to breathe a whiff of air not to be found Money and machines we cannot cook and eat or boil and drink Education to better mankind morally and mentally we failed Tomorrow everywhere starvation pollution devastation making us living cadaver We will return to where we began to toil in the soil to be a contented cultivator Back to our Mother Nature whom we hurt and forgot embracing her forever
In a brilliant lightning white I saw your name in the black night As the rain washed over my outstretched hands It promised your return from distant lands As the morning light reaches from below My heart with your love this day, it grows Reunited with my only love and life Return to stay my darling, my beautiful, my wife
Wandering Across The splinters of Squandered Seasons The Hajj Of the Lost ones Completes A broken Circle
Returning With hope to Burrow back Into the safety Of desecrated Graveyards
Welcomed Home to the Embrace of a Cadaverous cloak And the kiss Of carrion Smudged lips, Hajji's eye The decrepit Visage of Criminal Depravity
Germination Of this Arab Spring Mocks us
Aromas Of jasmine Elude us
Emulsified Concrete Clogs our Nostrils
Burning eyes Filled with Asbestos dust Form Grateful Blinders To the Ruination Of reason Betrayed
Arcane Remnants Of our life Lay inert In the open Uterus of Fractured Habitations
Amidst Jumbled rubble The decaying Carcasses of Razed buildings Boast grotesque Sculptures of Twisted rebar Cradling artifacts Of a past life
Pink Hair curlers Splashed With sickly Blood grown Mold
Scavenged Bicycles Limp on Banished Parts
Smashed Skulls of Dolls weep, Her Dismembered Limb reaches For a lost child's Nursing Hand
The charred Remains of a Persian rug Maps the Scale Of a city's Deconstruction And a frayed Regions Disconsolation
Electric luxury Flowing water The friendly bustle Of the street Bespeak Expired memories Foretelling an Unimaginal future
Sectarian strife Enforces a communal Solitary confinement
In cold blood We willingly Murdered Compassion
We Butchered Trust
We Euthanized Our Common Humanity
Constructing Buildings is Easy
Rebuilding Ourselves Impossible
Music Selection: Segovia, Capricho Arabe
Oakland 5/13/14 Jbm
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Author: James Bradley McCallum
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Date: 30/03/2020
№ 1201511
Rip and Return
It's very hard to escape the wrath of information. Every time i resist that knowledge, I end up getting swallowed by papers. As i try to rip them off, they come back.
But you try to achieve a better goal, Everyday and every night Just to have more pages. But there are only limited spaces for these facts.
Extracting all the useless facts, Increases the limitations of learning How to produce information, Raw to complete.
Giving up isn't an option anymore, I've got to ingest these facts, Quick yet steady Would be the trick that i need.
I watch you return to the dungeon as if you owe that place, that man, my father, anymore of your blood. Have you so how mistake the crimson that spilled from your wounds as love? Or have you just believed what he told you, And its all worth it because afterwards he holds you.
return.
Author: Confessions of an Iceberg
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Date: 29/03/2020
№ 1199724
The Return
Not myself I've never known that Too many scars Sifting through Emotions Pains My Eyes
See the world But not the world Seeing what I want Ignoring what doesn't For my my reality That's the reality of A past that was only My life All I knew Is all I became
I wanted, sweetness A part of me that I couldn't find And thought lost
Thought gone forever Unattainable, all my dreams Crushed beneath my mother's Jackbooted high heels
I carried this through my life Not to use, but be used Love, not beloved And everything suffered Husbands, children, friends I tortured them all Whipping them With a reality Only my own Trying to impose it To make it real for them Force them to see Why I was so damaged
And maybe, I reached to them How I wanted to be understood When they saw me for Who I wanted to be Rather than just my scars
Pity, What I wanted was pity, Unspoken and vehemently denied Always the victim Of the world, of others So unkind, this internal Screaming, but silent Defender of mine Making me the victim Again and again
Driving forces An unmet sister of my soul The mirror, mine Showing me hope By bringing up my past Reliving all the pain But giving perspective I had never held before
She is saving herself Healing, with a husband's Sometimes less than gentle hands On her shoulders, around her waist Holding her high and giving her ground Becoming an anchor A port in the storm And I heal, through her Patching scars, and Giving return Vanishing the lingering doubts Rebuilding hope against fears
For a moment, just one I found the world It's bustle and pace Less scary Just knowing My mirror Was out there Looking back at me And maybe, I give her hope
Returning This precarious, Precious gift
return.
Author: The Unbeliever
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Date: 28/03/2020
№ 1193049
The Return of Faust
What secrets lurk in my mind, What forces torment my soul? Secrets of some sinister kind, Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
I can sense your pounding heart And smell the sweat of your fear, Lo! I say so in truth from the start So you are forewarned, be clear.
I thirst for blood, warm and red, And a virgin's heart I wildly desire, If you read any further you'll be led Down a path to the pit of fiery fire.
I cast diabolical spells with words To lure you into a satanic ritual, I use no knives, arrows or swords, It's purely carnal and not spiritual.
Do not read this poem twice, It will trigger invocation to a spirit, And turn your warm blood into ice And let me your soul to inherit.
For I have made a pact with the Devil, I am offered worldly wealth and power To lead you down the dire path of evil And with your blood my soul to scour!
