The World Through your Eyes

On The Fence With A Smile
___________________________

Courage and cowardice,
Giving up and strength,
Contradiction at its best,
While sitting on the fence.

Strong enough to let go,
Weak not to continue,
Brave to face the world,
Afraid to be the fool.

What to do,
What to do,
Human hearts,
Brave but few.

The world is cruel,
And so we fight,
But when face to face,
We choose flight.

Bravery and stupidity,
Safety and foolishness,
Should effort be wasted?
Or we be sent to the furnace?

Sloth is bad,
Passiveness is cowardly,
When left no choice,
To whom do we have loyalty?

To chance and hope,
To assure and despair,
We can't choose both,
That wouldn't be fair.

Labels and looks,
Glares from all around,
No matter which we choose,
Rumors will always surround.

So much to worry,
So little we lived,
So blinded by our world,
Neglected was our greatest gift.

What to do next,
That's left on the list,
Or look up above,
And remember your wish.

To live happily,
With no regrets,
Nothing you'd change,
Every second your best.

Every morning's an extra,
Another present from God,
If its not valued,
Our story might reach its full stop.

Live like its you're best,
Enjoy while you can,
The wonders around you,
In this beautiful land.

So when the time comes,
You'd have your fill,
Not asking why or what if,
Or paying another bill.

Life is too short,
You've heard time and time again,
But it really is true,
It'll be too late to regret, then.

Penetrating-marcos varela

The pain that i see brings our misery
Killing for a color pulling the trigger while
He mutters, mutters his final prayer,

Devastating stupidity surrounds me hounds me
Innocent civilians not knowing what is to come
They are lost like children searching for their mom.

We create our hevean and our hell
Destroying our minds that used to be one of a kind
Look at us now the blind leading the blind

Praying to a god that seems to never help
Government penetrating our minds saying
If you do the crime you do the time
Yet they kill without will, steal just for a deal

We are alone so screw it ill cast the first stone
And maybe i will get you to chase it like a bone
Im not speaking in tongues, i just want o teach u the truth
Before u shoot, learn to speak your mind
We are all one of a kind. Do not let anyone tell you different
we can all make a difference

wanderer said:1 entry per poet

(Emphasis on imagery is encouraged
and clean-cut metaphors are appreciated)



Do your best and leave the rest to....

Luck.



"Of blood and ignorance"

Bodies dragged to the guardhouse
The more circumstances change the more they stay the same
To coexist is to destroy yourself
Godless resistance groups, heathens, waging the war
Your deviation will not be tolerated here

Forevermore perpetuated myth has gone beyond the core of misery
And in it's wake a path to how it must feel
Heresy, as the creator in the times before creation
The contempt once faced bleakly to the shame of mankind's dawning
Coward, what is your final act of penitence?

Watch your system crumble, see your palaces burning in the night?
Can you hear the masses marching as one towards the final Palace?
Your leader is trembling in his golden glazed boots
He knows his time is short, the Tyrant will fall on this night
Join the new faith, the new age, the age of devastation

As all structures of what was formally held "true" fall
The masses have reached the cowards hiding place
They tear him limb from limb.
Slaughter in the Vatican, can you hear the endless battle hymn?
Welcome to the new age, the new faith!

Morbid delusions of soul, sole way to protect you from yourself
Obey the fabrication or face imaginary punishment
The new age inevitable to rise from the blood and the ignorance
The last wishes of humanity are systematically pushed aside
Your heaven never existed at all

The new age inevitable to rise from the blood and the ignorance
How it must feel to be reborn follow black market peddlers
Can you feel the everlasting vice of the messiah?
There is no escape, as deviation will never be permitted
Pathetic human, grovel at the feet of another pathetic human

With the mandate from Heaven. Our new Hierarchy in place!

Marathon Men.



Like a marathon runner
or
group of them
running
like life depends on it.
(Well it does)
It runs like there’s
a fucking military
firing line
aimed and ready
behind them
runners.

So they run
faster
The faster they run
the less they’ll
remember
to save

their debris
will fall to the ground
for the next group
of runners
to trample
and they’ll run faster
let a stranger
step off the sidewalk
at precisely the moment
they’ll run
they’ll push
he’ll fall
they’ll trample
keep running.
like life depends on it.
(Well it does)

Let a baby cry
at precisely the moment
they’ll run
they’ll push
she’ll cry
they’ll trample
and keep running
like life depends on it.
(Well it does)

They’ll run
keep running
let a cell-phone ring
from a stock broker
at precisely the
moment
they’ll
Stop running
like life depends on it
(well does it?)

[.]



This is not an entry, just having fun with it.

darkness, sadness, opression, and depression.
endless vanity obsessions.
hollow lies, this is the world through my eyes.
truth in disguise, apathetic sighs.
so called happy men cry.
everythings backwards and sensless.
big men are narcicistic and defensless.
pain outweighs pleasure.
everyone is less than the fate that they choose.
love is taken for granted again and again.
our only mistress is that fun we call sin.
constant disortions of perception are made.
after so many times it has left me in a state of jade.
but if days were all the same.
i would deprive myself of the ability to call
another tomorrow today.

I failed lol sorry guys.

Top Cats


See the Little Mice
scamper through the maze;
day in and day out looking
for their daily piece of bread;
around corners,
avoiding dead ends,
a beehive of beady eyes
and twitching noses,
a sea of color, waves of fur
searching the labyrinth;
their reward - the Big Cheese.

    - Meanwhile -

See the Fat Cats
sitting on The Hill
looking down, eyeing the frenzy
with lip-smacking eagerness,
washing and primping the fur
on their Garfieldian bellies;
bloated from their gluttonous feasting,
waiting to pounce again
to grab their daily
pounds of flesh from the naive morsels below.

    - Alongside -

See the Rats
hidden in the jumble;
red eyes and sharp teeth,
long tails and devious minds
crouching around corners,
concealed in shadows
waiting for the unsuspecting tidbit
to cross their paths,
to snatch from the colony
the ignorant creature
as an offering to the Cats
in return for amnesty.

Hope is a myth

To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.

I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers.

Broken Wings

The sign of light cast upon the sand, a sin lost down the passage of oblivion and obscurity
Masked saint like figures falling from the heavens, broken wings twisted and blood soaked
My own personal kingdom, ensured by the worship of grey shadows drawn in chalk and bone

In faith, in kingdoms of safety. It’s too late to find my castle
I sit on the fence biding my time, time pushes my perception
Perception guides my actions, my actions are frowned upon
Tall figure heads encircle me, they point their pointy fingers
They hold my gaze, though their eyes were gouged long ago
Their gaze is warped; their gaze is obscure to me, imprudent
The sheep flocks are hypnotized, they stare into wise eyes
Where war is peace and truth is a constant spitting of lies
 
Through flaming skies and thick black smog Lucifer rises
No longer undone, no longer so weak, the state it despises
Broken wings, to replace kings
Broken wings, to pull the strings
Behind this things suit and tie
You will uproot its ghastly lie
The Thorne, the power is no longer clear
Perhaps the hour of gas and fear is near
Massive clouds of poison and blight rain their resent upon Terra’s surface
Masses of roaches take plight baptized in frankincense with a deadly lace
Erase the order and the orange sun
Taste the slaughter and overcome
Drink the tainted water and songs long left unsung
Or kick the painted consorter whose neck was wrung
Make madmen fear through fear itself
And expect violence to sit upon the shelf
Broken bones and sacred things
Invisible thrones and broken wings
It ain’t over till the jet engine sings
The anew angel of death flies
Fuelled by fear draped in despise
Wings of broken down elements
Will write the unread testaments
About the men that came and went
Took their world and left it spent
The age before they comprehend
Terra remain, she will always mend

The World I Live In According To Me

Robots, zombies, and liars oh my!
They're almost similar to the cold in my eye
Why?
Because when I wake up they're there
Have to wipe them from my vision because I don't care
But somehow they end up in the corner of my eye
Like the cold in my eye when I
Wake up in the morning
A new day is dawning
The sun shedding light in the same dark places
Revealing, exposing the same old faces
Previously seen
Except in my dreams
My only escape from the same old scene
I mean
It's so routine
Wannabe thugs
Distributing drugs
Crackheads and children in need of hugs
Single mothers all alone in need of love
Poor zombies the walking dead
Why do I even get out of bed?
I'm becoming a robot, a cyborg, an android
It seems like the inevitable I can't avoid
I'm programmed
To act like I give a damn
About my environment
And the civilians residing in it
But that would make me a liar
Like the powerful execs with their khakis on fire
Pretending that there's nothing wrong with what they see
Guess we don't have the same view of this fucked up society
This so called democracy
They're not the boss of me
The way I see it I control my destiny

absurdity
at this juncture
pretty damn blurry
whether lookin through
or around
prescription glass
I see unfamiliar landscape
through which I drag ass

every construct
erected before
my fetus
popped the scene
envelops me
in head-scratching
mystery

take Toiletries
please..............
when I`m on
the bowl
I dont read
Im compelled
to scan room
containing space
from my perspective
on the throne of Kings

besieged with products
manufactured for "needs"
I cringe, unhinge
as nature bleeds
to record el Bano's typical stock
would take hours
way past scheduled s]eep clock
on this Heyah laptop

just for the purpose
of scratching the surface:

cotton balls, double puff Q-tips
rubber in the tub to prevent slips
soap on a rope
half gallon of Scope
toilet paper
2 dozen stashed rolls
multiple tweezers
industrial strength
Binaca for Onion Eating Geezers
Inhalers for wheezers
pain killers
rivaling Caesers
K-Y Jelly
lubricated French Teasers......

this list goes on
at least three times longer
all belonging
just to BATHROOM saga
everything in demand
for peeps
gone completely gaga

not good enough
that our ancestors tried
through my eyes
I see alien landscapes
and human waste
under beautiful
Blue Skies

there must be a poem in here somewhere


a kiss in the dark
a long lost love
a cherished pet
grace from above
a favorite song
a dream come true
the gripping pain
from losing you

a lovely sunset
a friendship betrayed
a critical moment
my nerves are frayed
no matter what
life sends my way
in the back of
my mind (amidst
the joy or fear)
i'm always thinking
there must be
a poem in here somewhere

Dreaming a Reality
Dreaming a Reality

I'm just a man walking in the streets,
like a vivid dream can't listen nor speak,
watching  reality sink in the ocean's deep,
cold war expose the weaks, the hearts weakest links,
color seems faded, life seems dull, head above water barely breathing,
character tells a story by the struggle you've been through
but faster you struggle, faster you sink like quick sand but keep believing,

I'm just a man walking in the streets
no emotion, heart not beating, wishing to wake up
nightmare continues portraying as if I'm still awake,
but yet only a dream that can't listen nor speak,
only to wake up believing I'm walking  in the streets,

My dream became reality
The world thought only was meant to be imaginary,
Painful thoughts unsanitary,
having belief in your mind mentality,
What I seen and heard wasn't out of hospitality,
My personality life portrayed as if impersonality,

But I'm just a man walking in the streets
thinking its a vivid dream can't listen nor speak
only to find out waking up from this dream was actually reality

Everyone's Funeral Herein

Everyone wears their faces painted on.
Their sleeves ruined from the facade leaking down.
Fingers try and unclench but they remain locked in place.
Their middle fingers raised toward the sky in uncertainty.
A half turned expression of confusion and disbelief.
Where is our savior?

Closed eyes, closing iron clad caskets--
All of their emotions confused because of that liars shell they grew throughout their lives.
Watching the ground of red clay dirt and pale chairs start to turn counterclockwise.
Then reversing course toward the madness of the wind that composes this atrocity.

This world is a grave, Deaths party for everyone.
Everyone continues to laugh like mad beings at their own downfall.
Newspapers from decades of war, death and suicide plaster the world.
Booze, pills, drugs and self harm become the chosen way to live.

Little boys & girls from all over the world,
watch from the perches and wave their final goodbye's gleefully.
Being fed from the endless lies of limitless possibilities,
and pretend societies developed in their minds at such an early age.
A place where everything goes as they wish/want.
Smiles on their faces for the eternity they are alive.
So numb and disconcerted  that they don't even bother noticing,
that the world and everything that created them is being flushed away.

From underneath their very feet,
Death is reaching to tag them early.
The greed of another dying is just another addiction
Welcoming another toward the mansion.
Just staring to the sky toward that mansion of white that holds the entire universe of dead.
Closure, but from what?

When they removed the makeup and paint-
They notice they can't feel, can't hear, can't see a thing.
Everyone is dead to everyone.
Everything is gone.
There’s nothing left
It's everyone's funeral from herein.

2010

As a note, the way I read your instruction for this comp was to write according to what I see in my world, not in the world at large. And so, my poem:

Professional Image

In that one minute moment
I'm mandated  
in my line of work
to provide excellent  
customer service

The suggested method  
is to leave my frustrations
biases, opinions at the door

To excel in professionalism
controlled body language, listen
and put the individual first

No matter if I
had a bad morning
at home  
with a selfish spouse

Spilled coffee on my lap
in a rush to escape
because I slept in and I'm late

Or spent an hour in traffic
with many near accidents
on my way to a job
that isn't synonymous
with happiness

Complacency is frowned upon
lateness is inexcusable  
eye contact is a must
and being goal oriented
is key

Be engaged
Be receptive
Be polished, well spoken
direct without letting  
any blood

Essentially, be an exemplary
human being
who's sole aim, purpose
is the other's satisfaction  

I wear my attitude like my suite
clean, sharp
on the surface, a perfect
first impression  

Look and act like
I earn a million a year
though I barely make enough
to feed my family

There's no compensation for me
but the person gets
the catered treatment
first class service
every question  
answered  

With a smile and a thank you
by design  
I've fulfilled dreams
met every need

Then onto the next
number that's not a number
but is my every day
customer

Who could be my
mother
father
sister
brother
even my  
lover