Poetry Corner

So.. I have this.. Purple heart..
It's not from a war nor anything special..
I got this heart from the number of times I've fallen into silence...
Where everything is Golden which is sometimes counted more
Than my personality.. When will I wake to see the sunny days on those dark nights..
Alone in my room faced two choices Nightmares or a Knife..
How can I say; 'I cherish life' when I daily wonder if its worth keeping my own..
Hypocritical... A word.. A action.. A state of being that I loathe entirely!
Yet... Yet.. Despite my hate and loathing emotion I am constantly thrown back in that cycle..
But I am so f**king tired of being laid to rest with hate and disgust
For my self on my chest, I wanna break it all down..
Turn that brick wall into Sand castle... Take the chains
And break them to a million pieces...
Oh how I try daily and again and again I am knocked down..
Dragged around by the threads of my soul...
I unfold and uncoil loosing my shape till there is nothing left..
The Gold surely means more than my personality...
Because coils of nothing are penniless to me but the world
To the poorest of poor and highest of high...
So why the hell is it every night I question if I am truly ready to die..
Because maybe I am not.. Maybe I will never be ready to..
Maybe.. I can't help but thing this is my purpose to be for the current time
Till the tides switch and I will go from hypocritical to a stead fast soul..
From hopeless to hopeful and from uncoiled to a quilt to keep those going through the same thing
Warm... You see.. I have this Purple heart and its not from anything important..
But I got it from simply living my life.

I believe..

Life is something to be fought for and not deserved... Murphy's law appeals to me.

anything that can go wrong will go wrong.. Yet I believe.. There is still hope because we have to fight..

Fight for the life running out of me.. I am running out of life... The crimson that runs through my veins disappears daily with every breath of every new day..

I can only hope that the color of blood God bleeds is compassion which would grace my life with restoration to continue what I believe..

I believe that to fight means everything.. To fight in love to fight in hate to fight in friendship to fight in family to fight in debate.. Revolution and evolution are effects of such fates but oh... The end results are beautiful despite the road of blood which paves the way to a better day.

On one hand I can count the number of time I talk to God from the moment I wake to the moment I lay my head down..

On the other I can count how many times I have fought between science and religion with such a furious debate it leaves my knuckles to paint crimson along metals walls and stone halls..

One I believe in Murphy's law.. Two.. I believe in Change.. Three.. I believe in Fighting.. Four I believe in Religion.. Five.. I believe in Science.. and Six.. The shortest of all sticks.. I believe in Love.. A love which holds us here all together... Seven I believe in Pain that makes one continue going even though it seems to be in vain... Eight I believe in Forgiveness despite the crime there is not enough time to hate... Nine.. I believe in many many more things beyond the counting of my fingers.

Ten.. I believe in all these things... And this is my Philosophy.. Life is different all round but every day is a gift and every chance stone is a crown.. I believe that no matter what the King will forgive the Clown.. The Jester will play its tricks with the Riddler makes the mix..

Don't hide it.. It's too beautiful not to be seen..
That glowing shaped heart sewn right on your sleeve..
Hiding it is never good, because it means you wear a mask when you shouldn't..
No one should wear a mask, we are all liberated to bask in the sun when simply one person
Decides to change and wear their heart on their sleeve for the world to see..
To see one another for who we are is the most,
Spectacular view in the whole world... Mirroring that of the Northern Lights on
A starless night.. The vivid colors of our personality paint the world
Like the vivid lights paint the sky its so soothing to know..
That some where out there.. Someones not afraid to be True.

THESEUS
More strange than true. I never may believe
These antique fables nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold—
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven.
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy.
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face; 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Poetical Sketches
Prologue, intended for a Dramatic Piece of King Edward the Fourth

O FOR a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressèd
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? 5
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; 10
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath causèd this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! 15
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Willow O Wally [Part 1]

"We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree.
Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me.
Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me.
We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow.
A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die."
[Willow O Wally Song by the Movie The Innocents]

Might you please leave me alone?
I wish not to meet another being?
For in this darkness i have encased myself if my salvation
the solitude is what I need
I wish not to be with another?
Why bother when no one gives a damn?

So I lay beneath the weeping willow,
Oh do you feel my pain?
Cocooned in a wonderful world
why do you want to yank me away?
A fantasy I care not for another?
Alone is where I truly belong

I wish for happiness yet resistance is what I get
"you must be with your kind" Yet my kind does not want me
The child has struggled for long
And now i feel her slipping away to adulthood,
A place dark and why would anyone care?
Sadly, alone is where i find salvation.

I sing a song and in the song I weep
But the weeping willow cries blood?
For it bleeds to those who are destined like me,
To live in a world where no one cares.
Will it make you happy to be alone,
In this solitude I find salvation.

The Naked Page Awaiting,
His Familiar Ink,
The World Around Him Fading,
Draining Down The Sink,
His Hand Blazes Across The Page Like A Fire,
His Eyes Faraway and Glazed,
The Antagonist Is A No-Good Liar,
The Hero Remains Unfazed.

The Naked Page Awaiting,
Fate's Unpredictable Twist,

What’s in the Night,
That scares us so?
It’s the unknown
But with that fear
Comes bravery to conquor
And that’s what I want
So while you call me
To come home
Where it’s safe
Where it's warm
Know that I’m not coming
Got to show I’m brave
Got to show I’m strong
Because we all say I’m not
But if I try
If I’m stronger than you
For even a second
I’ll beat fear
I’ll have won
I’ll be number one
Because I’m just that selfish
The need drives me
I have to win
I crave to top all
I want to be the savior
So by beating your fear
And facing your demons this night
If I conquer this
This that makes slaves out of men
I won’t become brave or strong
I may look like it, but I won’t
Instead, I’ll be satisfied
And I will be filled
Because I’m just that shallow