in Captain Keno's
step inside, the world stands still
food is served - a simple meal
stranger approaches, handsome & free
traveler pretends not to listen,
happy couple sits two seats behind
woman gets up and storms outside
travellers, having finished their meal
local drunk steps into the night
to the drunk stands the handsome man
travellers walk away from them
was in Captain Keno's today
The light is creeping in
like a mist overtaking the sea
a hint of truth and greatness
whispering softly to me
illumination through the faults
sharing sadness opens doors
intangible in its nature
yet high above, an answer soars
scaling the walls of darkness
truth tumbling down its sides
a new hope brightens the hour
in innocence it confides
A spotless cloth hangs in the wind
tossed to and fro
at the mercy of the elements
and which way the wind will blow
trusting the is a reason
greater than simple fates
the last door is opened
and the light permeates
Wandering in the recesses of my mind
confronting my inner child
Capturing the art of seclusion
Stealing away in solitude
Whispering thoughts hinting at death
cursing the life before
each seperate tier of id
closing each and every door
waking chaos permeates
Keeping clear the wasted end
Slowly rotting in the wasted time
flailing wildly at the prospect
of starting again.
Lost in a dream of wanton desire
searching for something to make me complete
waking up to closed doors
Staring silence in the face.
A quiet curse spreading
This way its heading
Soaking blood into
Everything that's good
Scream my heart out
Till my throat is torn out
and my lungs are spent
any my body collapses
This world is dying
All around me
Yet I am chosen
To live for now.
Question the reason
We can't live free
We're shoulder to shoulder
Locked in repression
By our own chains
Sit by & do nothing
While the world falls apart.
Her life is being painted for her as she watches from behind frozen glass
She takes a couple of shots of mind-numbing juice and stares into oblivion
Inhaling noxious fumes as the nicotene caresses her body
thrusting her fists in as she tries to force her way to the other side.
She rides in silence down a faded highway towards an aged destination as the trees blow in no breeze
She does not care that the world is flat
perilous warnings are abandonded.
To dive over the edge into oblivion would be paradise.
make a choice
decisions I could make that could change my life forever
I'm in pain
I want to change but which road is best?
I'm not happy
I feel so alone. Stop following me!
Wating for a sign
To know which way to turn - which life to choose.
Castrated by my safe routine,
My resentment & anger build.
Keeping time with the jester's dance
Searing pain feeding on my will to live
Creeping vines entagling my life
Feathering the way around my throat
Binding my arms & legs with fear
each tendril scorching my flesh
cascading through rhythms of hope
Silken garments clinging to the finality of truth
Fighting certain obsolencence.
To write in the style of another poet.
|Poet: Adam Zagajewski||My Work: Rebekah Faith|
|Title: The Greenhouse||
Title: Fluffy Pink Bunnies
a small black town, your town
where even trains linger unwilling,
anxious to be on their way
in a park, defying the soot and shadows,
a gray building stands lined with mother-of pearl.
Forget the snow, the frosts's repeated blows;
inside you're greeted by a damp anthology of breezes
and the enigmatic whispers of vast leaves
coiled like lazy snakes. Even an Egyptologist couldn't make them out.
Forget the sadness of dark stadiums and streets,
the weight of thwarted Sundays.
Accept the wam breath wafting from the plants.
The gentle scent of faded lighting engulfs you, beckoning you on.
In a small black life, your life
where even the darkest thoughts linger unwilling,
anxious to be on their way
In your heart denying hopes and wishes
a crumbling spirit stands protected by diamond studded chain-mail.
Forget the love, the friends who come and go;
Inside you're plagued by a hurricane
and the silent whipers of ancestors long gone - too apathetic to care.
Even a million dollars couldn't change the past.
Forget the bitter cold days to come, the monotonous grind of life;
accept the small green gem left behind in pandora's box
the gentle reminder that there is hope.
The taunting aroma of a dream
Secretly haunts my mind
Ensnares me in its tangled web
To everything else I am blind
Can't keep my eyes off the prize
following its melodic call
dancing around the landmines
watching others as they fall
Rotting away my other desires
It becomes my only lust
The golden key at last within reach
Just as my life turns to dust.
You've shown me a world
of endless potential
and proven your strength
to follow its roads.
Your example wakes
an unrested soul
And for the first time
I see the sun rise.
So I travel and toil,
and follow my own path
grateful for the tools
you have given me.
I spend each day
harvesting the stars
Yet still I yearn
For something more...
Every time I feel the strength
of my new feet -
Every time I have a thought
with my new mind -
Every time I see the beauty
of my new world -
I long to share it with you.
My soul is wandering astray
changing into the demon I despised
as I watch myself
slowly fade away
whispering words of fear
praying for a new day
cautioning each new step
wandering free again
can you take something you want
can you be passionate
about life and the things you need
can you make yourself a god
working for the brass ring
savoring each road block
waiting for the chance
to take advantage again
Killing myself in time
wandering the void
waiting for the end
I sit alone waiting for dawn
Searching from within
Lights go on one by one
As the new day begins
People rising to their world
The last of the darkness gone
Bursting forth to forge their future
As I slowly move on
Wandering atop the tallest mountain
my spirit caged and repressed
Blind to the beauty which surrounds me
Every day depressed
A mist of melancholy encroaches
As a hand grips my heart
Squeezing the life out of me
Tearing me apart
Arrested to my spirit
I grieve to get away
As the scorching sun caresses my skin
I dissolve into day.
plastic people powered by displaced emotion
stuttering at the eloquence of the silver screen
withering away behind a shroud of misunderstanding
cascading identies fading from the pages of a magazine
anger bound by temperance
clawing at the eyes of justice
seeking refuge within the faded passage of time
passing silently though countless victims
snatching a new host