Poetry and arty stuff
Well welcome to my poetry, arty and anything from the soul section. This to start off will mainly comprise of my poems and stuff, but i will happily put anyone else's stuff up. All ya have to do is to is email me, give me ya details and the art thingy; can be whatever! pics, poems, stories etc! then i will put it up and have ya name and detail under the bottom! easy eh! ;-) Well here are some of my poems. I would like to hear some feedback on any of my things pleaz just write it in the guest book or email me. thanx =-) If the poem is by me it will not have a name under it, if it is by someone else it will have their name under it ;-)
Late night poem
Laying
upon the bed at night
Trying
to stop my heart from flight, to your open love
You’ve
already got my mind tonight; leave my aching heart
Even
though my heart wants to fly my mind says no
Yet
still the heart wants to go where the mind is now
But
distance keeps it apart like a ocean to the land afar
Keeping
it there till a soft touch brings them together
Maybe
as one like the soul mates meant to be
THE
PICKET LINE
They
maintain the line before the paid souls in blue, believing themselves to be the
cause
When,
in fact, they maintain the rage through futility, rhetoric and a lacking cry
That
would’ve touched the vein of the society with which we don’t share a
discourse
And
sit in the clouds with their textbooks that speak of a war where they dared to
ask why
The
want the change now but they can’t work out how.
If
only they could see that the world has changed, and that the marches have seen
better days,
As
they wave and scream and are captured by the camera for the sake of the second
page.
When
any bystander could say that the powerful minds are changed not by shouting into
the maze
But
by exerting some pressure from the collective voice and scaring their approval
gauge
We
must all stand and fight but in a way that it is right
By Bjorn Jarvis with a brief dilemma.
Once...
Once holding her love in her arms
Once caressing their cheeks
Once kissing him where it was special
Once there lips did meet
Once was all it was meant to be; just a memory in the mind
That once is gone for now; so far behind
Just a once it is for her; nothing more to be, looking out upon the now what can be
Unknowingly searching for the one that will be; which in her eyes is almost anyone she can see
She'll continue searching till the day that she dies, for her special love she is not sure she will find
Worlds apart
My midnight moon...
Your morning sun...
Worlds apart; for precious moments they come together
For moments they are one like soulmates meeting again from a life once before
These moments quickly go by, become meaningful memories in the mind and heart
Then these moments end and the celestial bodies return
Will their distant become just a soft touch apart?
Only time will reveal their destined way; yet there is always hope and choices to play
So faith and hope will always remain for the sun and moon to be together with a soft touch, that both want some day
So Called
Life in schooling is their only reality
Born, breed to follow a life full of orders by so called teachers
Thinking this will make their life happy; yet being forced into a unhappy, suffocating prison of supposed learning
Yet unknowingly they accept this crushing fate as what they want
End of school they can't wait yet once again they enter that gate of schooling more free than before but all lead up to this and more
Thinking their "career" will fulfill their life; money in their eyes and mind, heart in their shoes each step its trampled, stomped on like a useless piece of trash
In the end they try to listen but its dead; trampled under their money filled shoe
Dead like their lives, like the money in their eyes, like the "career" spawned by the money hungry greedy mind
Their so called career a cancer to their heart
Their so called life dead from the beginning; started slowly dying
Their so called heart and soul bright before but not no more; dirtied, corrupted, forgotten and now is no more
Storm
Dawn…
Blackness
assembles to the distant horizon
Dark,
foreboding clouds gather
Morning…
The
darkness creeps closer, like a predator to its prey
Clouds
grow larger, darker with contempment
Air
gently blows
Midday…
Darkness
cast shadows of dread upon the ground
Clouds
brooding with vile glee
Air
swift and tense
Afternoon…
Darkness
engulfs light day becomes night
Clouds
hang over their heads like a guillotine ready to drop
Air numb and chilling like death
Night…
Darkness;-
deep, dense, daunting, blacker than an abyss
Clouds
shoot down hail and rain like arrows of disgust
Air
becomes death howling, shrieking searching for new souls to reap
Silence…
Darkness
now a cover for the cowering might of the storm
Clouds
retreat, withdraw, its malice emptied, ended, back to restore
Air;
death, looking away, blowing the once mighty storm away, filled with fear unlike
before
The
once might storm repelled, beaten by a single soul full of hope, love and most
of all light
These
things which cannot be destroyed; nevermore
Loving
Nature
Trees
joyfully laughing as leaves are tickled by the cool sea breeze
Birds
playfully flying, some searching innocently for food
Sun
shinning off harbor water, looking like liquid diamonds sparkling with light
Clam
blue sky painted with wisps of white lazy clouds
People;
adults, kids, families together
looking
enjoying, walking
Souls
soaking in natures radiance
Heart
rythmetically beating with nature
Unknown War
Beginning...
The first holy daylight rise
The first dark drench midnight high
Daylight burning with the pure clean goodness of light
Nighttime hiding with the corrupt evil darken side
The clash of the two has only just begun, day versus night, dark versus light, good
versus evil, its just the start of the fight
Our Time...
Our time has come to us now, being born with no thought, pure, innocent, so very clean
Born and raised to choose between two sides; we all know what, yet we seemed to have forgot
Like soldiers to a war we don't know exists our everyday actions choose what side we shall pick
Armies of both grow stronger still with every new soul that enters this field
Which one will win, we do not know; that is out choice and out choice alone
End...
The last shard of pure clean light
The last shadow of the corrupting night
The last choice we have we choose before we die
The last choice will decide it all; who will be the victor; good, evil or none at all
But this last choice our mind doesn't know, only the pure soul and corrupting heart will choose where we go; when the end comes then we shall see
Testing Minds
Cold large room, full of youthful answering, yet some silent minds think hard but return nuthing
White face clock slowly ticks seconds away, some mean fully used, some wasted away like some
misspent youth
Yet they all write till the hands reach a spot of the clocks pale white foreboding face
Once that spot is in its place, pens drop, papers return, all walk out yet still to return for another test of their knowledge
Maybe forgotten, hopefully it will return when they sit in the cold room again, with the help of some quick panic study just
before hand
Two weeks these things repeat again, then the anxious wait will begin for the answering to return
again except with a blood red tick or cross
For some sealing their tomb of fate built by society and sealed by their own demise
Forever staying blind and forever remaining dormant is their mind
Bianca's Rain
She sees the rain and feels the pain of a love now gone;
washed away with the rain
But in her heart it still rains;
fills her heart like a dam full of pain
Some days the dam empties a bit and the pain goes away
She smiles like the black clouds being
drawn away to reveal the sun again
But some days it pours and the dam fills again;
lower than before
Hoping one day the dam will fill with love instead of pain
But the rain keeps coming again and this hope gets drowned away
It may rain but it does not pour, like it used to before
But still it rains and she still feels the pain
Until it fades
Until another one holds her again and says those three
words she longs to hear again
Looking Lady
She looks out with her pure green eyes
Looks upon this imperfect world outside
Looks in her heart to find some love
Then looks upon this imperfect world with
her heart open wide
She looks for a perfect love in this world outside
But through her eyes it is hard to find
One time she thought she had this love
When with him her heart was imprisoned
yet it was not for she thought
she had his love
But he broke her heart once to many times
So to this love she had to say goodbye
so her fragile heart could stay alive
Yet her heart barely survived
But once again her heart grows strong and
once again she looks outside
For this perfect love she wants to find
Teen Party
They all center around the bonfire or in this case bongfire: flames licking night
air; laughing at woods burning pain, soaking in kids corrupt pleasures
Voices murmur; "You got any left? "Nah just popped my last two..." Flames lick higher into night sky, more wood screaming is added, yet feeding off school kids sins
Burning green wiry weed, screams into lungs like wood screaming from fire feeding off fires fury, fire feeding off groups sinful pleasures
Drawing green black smoke into once pure clean sponges of air, exhaled feeding bongfire once again
Still centered around licking laughing bongfire; yet this time laughing at kids corruption feeding off it, licking each ones soul tasting black smoke in each one