Submissions by OneLove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 5:26pm
18th Sep 2013 5:26pm
An Epistle from an Apostle
Life is an everyday struggle
It was once said: To Live- Is to suffer,
But to survive- Is to find somethin'
which is worth living for.
That death, may be an honourable celebration for
The works of your hands and the fruits of your cause.
Not an excuse to mourn the 'what ifs' of a lost cause
Or become Like the man who buried the one talent he received from the lord.
We only get one life
Only once chance to get it right
Salvation is the olive branch, however
Extended by the messiah, to those who choose to repent
Christ...
It was once said: To Live- Is to suffer,
But to survive- Is to find somethin'
which is worth living for.
That death, may be an honourable celebration for
The works of your hands and the fruits of your cause.
Not an excuse to mourn the 'what ifs' of a lost cause
Or become Like the man who buried the one talent he received from the lord.
We only get one life
Only once chance to get it right
Salvation is the olive branch, however
Extended by the messiah, to those who choose to repent
Christ...
723 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2013 10:59pm
5th Sep 2013 10:59pm
ADHD- The Dysfunctional Mind
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and...
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and...
982 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 4:25pm
17th Jun 2013 4:25pm
Genesis
I've written many a poem
Deep in its meanings, verbalizing my soul
Complex by nature cause it symbolizes my soul
Feeding a release with every drop of ink that leaks from the pen that I hold
Freeing trapped feelings which I vehemently withhold
Feelings too sacred, too intimate and too secret for any one man alive to know
I've written from so many angles
From contradicting perspectives
To advocating arguments on behalf of the devils and his advocates
Even betrayed my essence in writing blasphemous
In search of enlightenment, writing...
Deep in its meanings, verbalizing my soul
Complex by nature cause it symbolizes my soul
Feeding a release with every drop of ink that leaks from the pen that I hold
Freeing trapped feelings which I vehemently withhold
Feelings too sacred, too intimate and too secret for any one man alive to know
I've written from so many angles
From contradicting perspectives
To advocating arguments on behalf of the devils and his advocates
Even betrayed my essence in writing blasphemous
In search of enlightenment, writing...
1018 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 9:23pm
13th Jun 2013 9:23pm
Where the hood at?
Recurring Street themes
Blood curling street Screams
Just One more Murder that the streets seen
Word had it that Change was what the streets needed
Prices crowned the heads of now deceased street kings
For their Crowns, Kings are beheaded at the forehead. At the hands of street fiends
Diamonds, Cars, and everything in between the seams of lavish- every fiends street dream
There only rule of engagement in war
Is that there are none. Nothing more
A life for an eye. Revenge is best served with a body in a morgue
Suspect, witness- Never...
Blood curling street Screams
Just One more Murder that the streets seen
Word had it that Change was what the streets needed
Prices crowned the heads of now deceased street kings
For their Crowns, Kings are beheaded at the forehead. At the hands of street fiends
Diamonds, Cars, and everything in between the seams of lavish- every fiends street dream
There only rule of engagement in war
Is that there are none. Nothing more
A life for an eye. Revenge is best served with a body in a morgue
Suspect, witness- Never...
873 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 9:49pm
12th Jun 2013 9:49pm
Psalm 151
Father I write you psalms
Written From the most sacred and deepest reaches within my heart
From a place where
faith and hope trickle through the cracks of the darkness
From a place where
Weakness is bare naked without disguise or garment
For it is here where the spirit dwells
The most intimate conclave of a man
Where man and God come together
To fellowship and interact
Its from this gathering which man draws his essence
Where vices and all manner of vile things are absent
Writing psalms of gratitude
Father....
Written From the most sacred and deepest reaches within my heart
From a place where
faith and hope trickle through the cracks of the darkness
From a place where
Weakness is bare naked without disguise or garment
For it is here where the spirit dwells
The most intimate conclave of a man
Where man and God come together
To fellowship and interact
Its from this gathering which man draws his essence
Where vices and all manner of vile things are absent
Writing psalms of gratitude
Father....
1068 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2013 8:31pm
30th May 2013 8:31pm
Grey spaces- Stuck inbetween.
Oft times I ponder
Thoughts wondering lost
In between, through and across
The tapestries and gear levers which weave the forces
and orchestrates the mechanics of the world into working order
Complex Concepts and doctrines. Food for thought.
Often Sore Vexing the conscience of him who seeks deeper than he aught
In search of the root causes
Nation within nations at war
Black on black, white on white and brown on brown. An eye for an eye to the death they fought
Lead by Power mongers dictating from the top of corporate and federal office
Down to...
Thoughts wondering lost
In between, through and across
The tapestries and gear levers which weave the forces
and orchestrates the mechanics of the world into working order
Complex Concepts and doctrines. Food for thought.
Often Sore Vexing the conscience of him who seeks deeper than he aught
In search of the root causes
Nation within nations at war
Black on black, white on white and brown on brown. An eye for an eye to the death they fought
Lead by Power mongers dictating from the top of corporate and federal office
Down to...
848 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2013 4:59pm
11th May 2013 4:59pm
Love- What's her meaning...
Love is patient love is kind.
Love is so many things, yet still undefined.
Kinda like the meaning of life
Some say Love IS Life
That struck a chord in my mind
Cause I've lived all my life
But does that mean I've just existed
Yet not lived?
The thought now boggled my mind
I mean, it makes no sense, like
How could something which is undefined
Definitively define the meaning of life?
Reading between the lines, there hid, an underlying Irony,
I mean I exist for real
I've got a name, a mind and a body with four limbs
Love...
Love is so many things, yet still undefined.
Kinda like the meaning of life
Some say Love IS Life
That struck a chord in my mind
Cause I've lived all my life
But does that mean I've just existed
Yet not lived?
The thought now boggled my mind
I mean, it makes no sense, like
How could something which is undefined
Definitively define the meaning of life?
Reading between the lines, there hid, an underlying Irony,
I mean I exist for real
I've got a name, a mind and a body with four limbs
Love...
912 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2013 9:38pm
9th May 2013 9:38pm
I Cry.
a foul flurry of activity to and from head to soul
Channeling a million feelings through a single port. Bulging overload
Although There's only so much emotion
That can squeeze through a beating stone
But yet I never speak
Calm and measured is carved deep into each and every facial feature
The great pretender, wearing a mask for a face to disguise the bruises of inner weakness.
Deceiving the eyes of even the deepest perceiver
Though they never see,
But...
I cry.
Maybe not now
Never before a crowd
Not...
Channeling a million feelings through a single port. Bulging overload
Although There's only so much emotion
That can squeeze through a beating stone
But yet I never speak
Calm and measured is carved deep into each and every facial feature
The great pretender, wearing a mask for a face to disguise the bruises of inner weakness.
Deceiving the eyes of even the deepest perceiver
Though they never see,
But...
I cry.
Maybe not now
Never before a crowd
Not...
830 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 8:23pm
12th Apr 2013 8:23pm
A day in the life and rhymes...
Sometimes my mind feels cancerous
Like a volcanic tumor. Erupting in sickening tremors of malignant thought patterns
Patterns that reverberate into, between and against the most deepest reaches
And seams which holds together the very atoms of my being
Thoughts Bursting outward and collapsing back in
The law of relativity- every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Ripping a man apart in half from opposite directions
Slow and steady, flesh parting from flesh.
How to start a story?
How to birth a rhyme?
so many concepts,
We try to...
Like a volcanic tumor. Erupting in sickening tremors of malignant thought patterns
Patterns that reverberate into, between and against the most deepest reaches
And seams which holds together the very atoms of my being
Thoughts Bursting outward and collapsing back in
The law of relativity- every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Ripping a man apart in half from opposite directions
Slow and steady, flesh parting from flesh.
How to start a story?
How to birth a rhyme?
so many concepts,
We try to...
673 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2013 6:17pm
28th Mar 2013 6:17pm
I carry the Cross...
Thrice the cock crowed
Eyes filtering through the crowd in search if him, who had just betrayed his own
Heart spasms in heartache cause he was not a Judas. No.
My heart wrenches cause he now knows and probably rebukes his own soul.
But it had to happen for it was predestined, Father may he be consoled
Again Father I ask if this cup could be removed from me
If not let thy will be
Forsake me not as I give testimony before kings
Bind my tongue lest the flesh should speaks for me
Cause Father its your name I call on
Having prayed some more...
Eyes filtering through the crowd in search if him, who had just betrayed his own
Heart spasms in heartache cause he was not a Judas. No.
My heart wrenches cause he now knows and probably rebukes his own soul.
But it had to happen for it was predestined, Father may he be consoled
Again Father I ask if this cup could be removed from me
If not let thy will be
Forsake me not as I give testimony before kings
Bind my tongue lest the flesh should speaks for me
Cause Father its your name I call on
Having prayed some more...
754 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 7:12pm
25th Mar 2013 7:12pm
Dear Future Me...
Dear Future me,
Its me, the dude you used to be
Writing you letters from behind the bars of persecution
Beaten and broken. Wounded by the lash of Ridicule
Forced to accept every vicious swing of the leather straps
Scars bear testimony. Body bound and submissive to the straps
Which lock and Funnel my arms through the sleeves of a straitjacket
Thought patterns and sanity cuffed to the padded walls of a maniac's cell
Writing to you is the only release for a prisoner of the present
Victim of circumstances
But enough about the...
Its me, the dude you used to be
Writing you letters from behind the bars of persecution
Beaten and broken. Wounded by the lash of Ridicule
Forced to accept every vicious swing of the leather straps
Scars bear testimony. Body bound and submissive to the straps
Which lock and Funnel my arms through the sleeves of a straitjacket
Thought patterns and sanity cuffed to the padded walls of a maniac's cell
Writing to you is the only release for a prisoner of the present
Victim of circumstances
But enough about the...
1144 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 5:37pm
23rd Mar 2013 5:37pm
Mind above Matter
Waters stretching five miles high from the bottom
Its actual Depth reads murky from the top
Frantically thrashing
Instinctively fighting to keep air at breaths length
Opening my eyes to see
Desolate souls and corpses gnashing teeth from beneath
Moaning and wailing from their shallow graves at the depths of the deep
Weeping in anguish
Physically Dead by drowning but ironically alive in spirit
Left adrift To wallow
In the glory of their short comings
Heart pumping frantically
as my body begins reacting
Mind dwelling upon thoughts and...
Its actual Depth reads murky from the top
Frantically thrashing
Instinctively fighting to keep air at breaths length
Opening my eyes to see
Desolate souls and corpses gnashing teeth from beneath
Moaning and wailing from their shallow graves at the depths of the deep
Weeping in anguish
Physically Dead by drowning but ironically alive in spirit
Left adrift To wallow
In the glory of their short comings
Heart pumping frantically
as my body begins reacting
Mind dwelling upon thoughts and...
663 reads
2 Comments
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