Daily Pain

Write how you feel about the daily sufferings of the world. It can be Religious, Political, or even Personal.
Feel Free to express yourself in any way.
(Please one poem per person)

Every day i wake
i feel like im a fake
As show the world a smile
If only they could see inside

“Gumdrop Raindrops”
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Feeling rooked everywhere we look,
life has let us down yet again,
created so much strife, we want
to lay down in the downpour,
shocked by our deadly sins ,
creeping deep within,
we feel the sting of
a million pins all at once.
Our temporal lobes tell us our
lemonade dreams have turned sour.
Oh brother, we should know better!
Gumdrops can be found in the rain,
discover one and the
pain goes way forever.

Watching you slowly fade
Into the nothingness that you have become

Piecing together what has happened
To turn you into an emotionless shell

There is no remedy
Time will tell
But do you have time?

The smile is there but not in your eyes
I can hear your laugh yet not the happiness

Unable to stop you
Spiralling into darkness

Trying to find you
Through a tunnel with no light

Hoping to return to normal
So you won't live with this pain

Waiting for the outcome is troubling enough
So I know you are suffering in quiet

I will only tell you
When the flame has burned out
You have to try and rekindle your fire

Tears In Babylon~

Tonight, somewhere, a baby cries,

His Daddy aint home and His Mama's too high.

He just wants someones warm embrace,

But He just doesn't know that He's in the wrong place.

He cries and cries but He's alone,

His Mama's too high and Daddy aint home.

-

Tonight there's tears in Babylon,

Behold, the Tempest rages on.

Though you can’t hear the sad, sad song,

Tonight there's tears in Babylon.

-

Tonight, somewhere a Soldier died,

Took His own life cause he couldn’t close his eyes.

Two tours of duty in the war,

Some called him Hero but he knew not what for.

He killed men that were just like him,

Sent to fight a war that nobody would win.

-

Tonight there's tears in Babylon,

Sombodies brother now is gone.

Behold, the Tempest rages on,

Behold, there's tears in Babylon.

-

Tonight, somewhere, a young girl sleeps,

She's lost inside a dream while her Mama weeps.

A crash happened on some freeway,

And Daddy wont be there now when Mama wakes.

He's found His haven in the sky,

Tomorrow she'll find out that Her Daddy died.

-

Tonight there's tears in Babylon,

Behold, the Tempest rages on.

Though you can’t hear the sad, sad song,

Tonight there's tears in Babylon.

-

Tonight, somewhere, someone's alone,

Nobody to love them, nowhere to call home.

There, laying under some street light,

Wondering why they're all alone there tonight.

They'll fall asleep, again, right there,

Crying cause there's nobody they know that cares.

-

Tonight there's tears in Babylon,

The Wind whispers the sad, sad song.

Behold the Tempest rages on.

Tonight there's tears in Babylon.

-

Tomorrow looks to be the same,

This Babylon that we're in wont ever change.

Somebody told me just today,

"Seems total destruction is the only way."

I realize this man was right,

The end of Mankind is the end of His plight.

-

There'd be no tears in Babylon,

For all its sorrows would be gone.

You'd hear no persons sad, sad song,

There'd be no tears in Babylon.

Grown men don't cry,
That's how I was raised.
I hide my tears with a smile,
I ignore my pain.
But I'm reaching my limit,
I think I might lose it.
I don't know who I am no more
I'm lost in confusion.
I'm losing the fight,
Alcohol will be abused tonight.
I just want to die,
But I'm to scared to end my life.
But ill end yours,
I never said I was right.
It helps me to cope,
To see your agony and fright.
To know I got the power of god in my hands
Take a life or give a life
I make my own plan.
Cuz I've prayed and prayed
But there's only my foot steps in the sand.
I've never been carried,
I'm hurt but I'm a man.
Ill stand on my own,
Do what I have to.
I'm a man on fire,
But u didn't even notice me pass u.
So y would I ask you for help,
I know I'm by myself
I have no one else
Welcome to my hell

It wont be long...
___________________

There's an indescribable smell filling the room  
seeping from his pores and sticking  
to the insides of my nostrils  
   
The bed sheets are stained  
Unwashed because he can't  
move anymore  
   
Beside him is a glass of water  
Untouched  
but she pours it out  
and refills it every so often  
(just in-case)  
   
She's talking to him  
as if he can hear her  
As if he will sit up at any minute  
and ask for a cigarette  
   
All I can do is stand in the doorway  
listening to the horrid rattle in his breaths  
Watching her touch his face
Wishing to God I wasn't there  
   
(I can't stand that smell)

.:Pee-stained Mattresses:.


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one can kill alotta babies with pee stained mattresses; them
wannabe actresses; mothers without training
some first-line wisdom, they need-should’ve been obtaining
instead we’ll find ‘em all-around abstaining
minds undermined; too much leisure gaining
leaving babies between a wall and the pseudo-Simmons
smothered worse then the curse of Jefferson & Heming’s
Poppy, he done popped off, him off & running,
him somewhere probably chasing down sinning’s
taken into account we all need new beginnings
foregoing attempts to make good on the contact
large-living in the city wanting that small-ness back
we need improved contracts; the existing ones lack

opportunity & fairness; tell me how long?
we cannot bare this? this shit being wrong
here where the justice surely has flown
another winter without winners; cold to the bone
crime…stays full and it’s overly-grown
out on the  corners it just rips as it roams
ends up being shoot ups via too many guns
waiting for heirs to settle before all of it’s done
G. Reaper tours the scores: unfair vs. fair
felled by the actions of those “off” their square
times of despair dropping folks real quick
alotta time they’ll find; didn’t know they were sick

falling onto the pavement beside squirrels with disease
sometimes next to the pigeons that’s causing the sneeze or
could be them bigger kids who keep doing them deeds
this another part of a dishonest enslavement
got me in a box because that’s where my rage went
like batches of beautiful colorful burettes
used, misused, like pencils without tips
all now on the ground, kicked here & there
nobody wants ‘em because nobody cares
those spent shell casings laying in the street
little bits of copper scattered week after week
what we seek is now thought resting,
less contesting of the absence of change
separate from The Horror that never looks strange!






...
photo: bill kreisberg

acquiescence

I spent my last dregs of energy
banging my fists against the wall.
The heavy bass sound
in the bitterness of our silence
empathised;
I was weak, spent, and shamed
 
because I'm tired
of having to fuck you for you to hear me.
Sure, we could strike out
light a few matches
and burn off the fumes
from the liquor fuelling the fire
 
but there would never be enough soul left
to throw back insults in futile ash
and hear, echoing from the walls
a thousand demons of burden
screeching before you and me
 
and the four corners were aflame
with spittle-drenched beasts
that watched the chaos unravelling,
clasping covetous claws together
and tapping impatiently
for the final fall.
 
Your eyes fell downwards sharply
in a brittle cautious retreat
your winter-fed pupils shrinking back
to covetous melancholy,
where there was no pride at all to defend
and no venom between you and I,
only white flags waving weakly
before a vitreous sky

can this be an old poem?

"Forged"


Did you ever feel the night?
Absorb it as though all colours
and joy became porous?
This is that night.
It will cancel the days and spill
outwards
in every direction
blackening all that I see, that I feel.

This isn't death, this is love.
This is another chance
to pull myself apart and squirm
limbless in her hallowed salt
while she, deft and nimble
could easily peck at the meat,
taste the organs or take my eyes but

she is night, and this is love;
the day is her only concern
while I sweat ice
as the rays, work into my dreams.

Swallow every thought of mine, darkness
and make me forget my sleep.
Forge me into misery, forge me
into love.

CRAZY MANS LAND

It's the land of the crazy man  
people doing what they want cause they think they can  
bowing to the devil like he's a preacher man  


serial killers, drug dealers & rapist  
child abusers, baby rapers & women haters, child abduction, teacher student seduction  


bomb threats, terrorists hijacking jets, murders and home invasion, children afraid to play outside, people afraid to go out at night, drive by's  


maniacs impersonating police, people found dead in the street, insider trade & tax evasion, parents selling babies  


Heroin overdose, kids selling dope, meth labs up in smoke, bank robbers, drunk drivers & manslaughter  


prisons over crowded, cruelty to animals, mass suicide, children being denied, cars blown up, churches burnt down, road rage, a child locked in a cage  


news papers, t.v., radio, nothing but bad news where ever you go
kids growing up to fast
without value, being taught self loathing and disrespect

girls having babies at age eleven, not knowing how to raise them
where do we draw the line?

were living life desensitized to whats going on out side
walking around with blinders on thinking if it don''t directly affect us, it''s not worth caring

stop yourself and look around
this is our nation were running in the ground


A poem I wrote a couple of years ago, if it's not eligible that's okay, i just wanted to share.

brimstone, lightning  
chainsaw migraine    
showering brain    
emanating    
from within the SAME!    
deeming need    
of charicaturial cleansing    
through shock therapy    
a concientious subconscious    
grants this courtesy    
     
its no mental disorder,    
my shrink diagnosed me:    
I`m fiercly hetero-polar    
and take my word for it  
its got nothin to do with    
menstruation    
or a rough    
third tri-mester    
     
concerns drown    
in streaming pain      
serotonin floods    
blood displaced    
cerebral cortex      
set aflame    
thought`s source  
powerwashed    
I forget my name    
   
brought to knees    
by Power unseen    
this critic of Faith    
puts questions away    
confess my shame    
uncharacteristically pray    
I`ll swear to ANYTHING    
for ANYTHING    
in exchange    

I'll make you forget the filth on the walls around us, i'll make it so you cant feel the needles grinding beneath your feet,  make you forget the rain, the  cold and sleet in our eyes is blinding

Using the silver from my tongue i'll make you a shield to guard against the all the horror, make you forget your alone through every lonely night and consider it an honour.

I'll make you forget those staring guys, i'll always treat you right, amaze you with the respect i show. Now tell me your struggle and I'll make it easier with all that I know, and protect you from those who might the cause of your demise

You've found your knight in shining armour, you've found your Prince Charming. I'll treat you like a queen, make it rain down gifts and spoil you, make it so all the abuse might never have been, I'll make you forget. Don't worry, you've reached your safe harbour, I say, my smile disarming

So baby open yourself up to me as you take that hit, tell me about the inner thoughts that guide you, tell me about the life you long to live, tell me what you'd do with me beside you and I'll make you forget. I'll make you forget with all my dazzling wit, watch it slide and fall away, all that shit, now come in out of the wet

We may not have much  influence but together we can stretch our little lives circumference. Forget this alleyway, forget this rusty bench we're sitting on. Come with me, I'll show you the castle I plan to build, we'll sip some Chardonnay Hun, as you sit in my lap and sway

We can kill time time and talk of trivial pursuits until your bored. Yeah I know I know it's cheap booze in a fancy bottle, but it's all I could afford but at least I'm not like those other brutes, just for a little while I'll let you snooze

You forgot and had too much and now it's getting to your head, its too late to let you head out. The perfect gentleman, I'll sleep on the floor and let you take the bed. It's just one night, I can do without

Let your dress slip to the floor and wash that make up off your face, I'll just sit here and admire you from afar, I swear that's all I'll do I won't even trace my fingers over that black lace, I'm not like that anymore, if I was I would have tried to kiss you in the car

Your half asleep, laying down,  when you see me start squirm and wriggle. Those arching brows start to frown. I can sleep in the bed you say and I promise to lie still and put a pillow in the middle

You wonder at how such vulnerable a man can survive,In a world so cruel, a man so honest and true. And yet he doesn't seem to be a fool, if anything he seems to thrive. You ask yourself 'is it possible he could be with you?'

She said I couldn't  but I guess she forgot, she leaned over,  unable to resist and did what she said I could not. 'I'm sorry' she says, but you made me feel so tingly and hot,
Your lips just had to be kissed

You sit astride me, gazing down with those honey eyes, Squeezing me with between those tender thighs as you gently guide me, and slowly take off your silky underwear, and reveal to me your secret lair

Sweet soliloquies whispered as I nuzzle your neck, your lips parted slightly, a mirror of down below, you wonder out loud if it could be this way nightly, a soundtrack as our passion starts to grow

You sweat and moan as you fit yourself around me and start to grind. Grip and squeeze until we fit as tight as can be, i slowly leave my gentleness behind as you fulfil a fantasy

Now we're laying here spent, your part is done. Slowly you turn over and start to sleep, our limbs still all  in a tangle, I should speak before you set down roots too deep, these dreams of hers are something I should strangle, and smile as she starts to weep

So I ask her when she'll leave, as I gently nudge her shoulder, she looks up at me, confused. Now she looks about a decade older as, too slow, she suspects that she's been used. I pass her clothes just so she'll know and starts to grieve

As she starts to dress I see a single tear, rolling slowly down her cheek
This was her worst fear she says, not looking quite as sleek. She knows whatever I'll say is not something she'll want to hear, her eyes fixed on the floor as mucus and tears start to mingle

As she reaches for the door,  I'm feeling proud. Hesitantly she turns and looks me in the eye and gently, biting back a stutter, asks me why, why does it have to be this way when we can have so much more if I would just be her guy, and I my words cut through her like a hot knife through butter

Is she some kind of masochist? Why does she look so hurt? surely she must have caught the gist, did she think she wouldn't pay? I explained the price of that hit crystal clear, as she lay inert for most of the day, Is it my fault she didn't hear?

Speaking slow and persistent I explained her road to her. But it must be easy to forget, as you lay shaking and shivering drenching the sheets with sweat, but I gave her the warning I owed her, so stop those tears your clearly faking

As she walks away in some random direction, cursing her for her weak will, how easily she forgot that I explained my predilection, I told her I do this for the thrill. But she didn't see the contradiction, she confused for fact my little fiction, as i made myself something I am not

Sorry it's so long, it was supposed to be my first ballad and ended up as my first rhyming short story....