(2/5/2013 10:32:00 AM)
A thousand tears..
My heart already so dark, and so sore
I'm reaching deep, into the place of my very core
So much has happened here; I need to hide
Locked away in secret, with all my might
Is the sorrow, of a thousand tears not enough?
Could I feel any more, other then these emotions so rough
Alone now in this place, of pain and loneliness
Without sense, of any such human tenderness
Can not a spirit or a heart, be mine to cherish
Or so alone I am destined, to somehow perish..
(2/4/2013 9:00:00 PM)
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Just Not To Say Goodbye
Go back to the deep realms,
Where you belong,
And play the song,
And sing it for whatever time long.
Go lose youself in the mist,
With your desperate wish for anihilation.
If someone you want to kiss,
Then go ask the butcher for self-mutilation.
I have been the puppet,
The marionette you used to play with.
But now I know what is like to be in,
Touching Hell´s flaming skin.
My feelings are not a menagerie,
For you to watch.
You don´t even feel,
The heat of a flaming heart.
Lighten my words,
As you read them by,
When you realize that I´m gone,
You will say 'Oh My.'
You were the journey,
Of time´s death.
You were the insolence,
Of my heart´s offense.
You would end one life,
To raise antoher back from Heaven´s night.
You would end one soul,
Just to make another one look at you when you passed by.
You would leave the world behind,
Just not to say goodbye.
(2/4/2013 3:35:00 PM)
Young is this heart of mine accompanied with a old soul
For it feels complete, but still there is a big hole
A unforgiving truth remains and resides in this old soul
For it is tormented and tainted, therefor can never be whole..
Young is this face of mine accompanied with a broken smile
For my eyes can hide a lie, but still cry once in a while
A dark glare remains and resides in these eyes so hollow
Eyes that don't know which way to turn or what to follow..
(2/3/2013 7:22:00 PM)
X-ism: At the second floor of the land-lord house
At the second floor of the land-lord house
A lantern gleams all night long
Its light can be seen beyond the sash of window
When nocturnal birds also return to nest
The eyes of stars are languished due to drowsiness
Footfall is already stopped
Fireflies are also tired by sparkling light
The voice of cricket are also chocking
In a room of the second floor of the land-lord house
A lantern flickers dimly
All night long…
(2/3/2013 4:52:00 PM)
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Seeing Those Eyes.. (War / Children)
Those eyes filled with anger, sorrow, fear and confusion
Can you see the heavy weight
Inside those eyes there is no illusion
Can you see the horrors of what they are afraid
Seeing those eyes watching at me, staring at me, getting to me..
Those eyes have seen to many brutalities
No child should ever see
Scarred with those memories
From which they can’t break free
Seeing those eyes looking at me, inside of me, breaking me..
In those eyes a whole story is told
Do you see it in those eyes
Death of the young and the old
War made them see to many goodbye's
Seeing those eyes that seen enough, cried to often, feared to much..
It where those eyes, those sad eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw
That made me start to realize
The price that children pay for war..
Linda Neill Poet Digter
(2/2/2013 12:51:00 PM)
If I stop singing in rhyming words
would you lament, in empty echoes
would you play miss me chords?
Enchanted words I say everything
Captivated letters of something
Of what I think, attempt to touch
A glimpse I sow in a moment pouch
I’m exposing my heart intimately
Breathing I have no confidentiality
My all I give to you freely and boldly
Dear reader, who intently, silently
observe, dissect and detect me
closely, wordlessly, do you love me?
Love I send dear reader,
from an orator,
a poet presenter
(Copyright belongs to Linda Neill - South Africa)
(2/2/2013 6:56:00 AM)
The Arise Of Dawn
Waking up at the arise of dawn, such a beautiful temptation,
It's so pretty it's so long, this gorgeous creation.
Reds blues whites, sweet magnificence of the sky,
Sparkling lead misty lies little dreams, forget the night.
This Twilight is my show of polar lights, in the early morning in the late night,
It is my wings it is my flight, it is never closing it is tonight.
Throw your worries away, for the sun starts to shine this day,
Ask God to show you the way, and smell the scent of the flowers in May.
Open your door, and appreciate beauty for a second,
Let your colors burst, in this charming deflection.
Sit in the green fresh lawn, and think why is the sky blue,
It's the arise of dawn, but when I stop to think, it was you.
(2/1/2013 9:43:00 PM)
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Frozen In Words
I look up frozen in snow,
Showing no emotion what so ever so.
The screamy road, reduced to a narrow passage of moans,
The streamy load, is such a heavy foe.
Holding your tongue, biting it and closing it up,
Giving away a gasp so long, while you wait for your mouth to shut up.
As you screech in terror, she's laughing at your reflection,
She's just a glitch she's just an error, she's a mistake not a perfection.
Heaven's in the front gate,
Don't stop, don't hesitate.
Don't worry, you ain't late,
For in my heart, you are to stay.
A coldness that chills, and makes you wonder,
Maybe you are ill, or love this is no longer.
Vivid odors, that used to play the guitar cords,
Shiny colors, now frozen in words.
(2/1/2013 9:22:00 AM)
I can’t wait to leave this world
I wake up everyday just to make a better world
Every time I go to the world, I’ll make it worst
This world is full of jokes, that man can’t face a war
I love to see my day goes by, without being cursed
Why should I stay in this world, if there’s are no adventures
Adventures is my life to see another world that belongs to me
This world should be in peace instead of me leaving to nature
Changing the world would not make it better cause them
Thy world is worth a lot to me but terror and war is still here
Education, Life, Survivor, Proud, The Future, and Happiness is I
I been hidden the fear just to survivor the world that is near
There’s nothing that I should keep moving forward without life
I hear, I smell, I see, and I believe is the other world calling me
I am taking a step another step to leave this world without mercy
-Angel L Gonzalez Jr.
(1/31/2013 5:30:00 PM)
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My eyes closed, and I am still, except for the beating of my heart..
But what is a heart when it's stone, cold but bleeding..
What is a heart when its last warmth and feelings is receding..
My ears are open, and I am still, waiting for the right moment..
But it gives time to find the right word to start..
But what is the right word when it is measured, weighed and comes from a frozen heart..
My mouth begins to open, for I try to speak, thoughtful and meaningful words..
There are just a few, small but come on strong..
But they help to correct all I've done wrong..
" I'm sorry" from the depths of my stone-cold-frozen and bleeding heart...
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