Zen Posted December 24, 2003 Report Posted December 24, 2003 (edited) Hello folks and welcome to this, a small corner that I wish to take up in order to display some of my work. Edited December 24, 2003 by Zen
Zen Posted December 24, 2003 Author Report Posted December 24, 2003 Doves We are swollen doves Swimming dully around life. Touching facets deep Façades of beauty we keep. Lying to ourselves, So easily crying out loud When no one’s around.
Zen Posted December 24, 2003 Author Report Posted December 24, 2003 (edited) Under Priced Life So many dieing No time to give the dead names. Numbers on a chart. Falling in the twos and threes. Mother’s swift crying Breaking silently my heart. They die in bunkers, In dirty hospital beds. In dark back alleys, In the bright midday sun. Reported on capriciously. Why, why must this be so? Our children dieing in foreign streets. In domestic brawls. In falling towers. In angry mobs. In abandoned homes. Subject to drugs And lives as whores. So many dieing, No time to feed the kids. Just enough time to plunder the poor though. Over priced homes Under priced lives. Struggling to get by. On less then six bucks an hour. With four mouths to feed And another on the way. Days so long can’t see them grow. Why, why must this be so? To live a life so long, With so few moments of joy. A battle from day one. Just to simply breath. Edited August 25, 2005 by Zen
Zen Posted December 24, 2003 Author Report Posted December 24, 2003 (edited) If Only It comes, like a bolt. The thought of what I could have done So many years ago. My life would have been so much better I think to myself. I would have gotten the girl, Never gone to the party, Where I discovered both, Drugs and myself. I would have asked the girl I loved so much out, Taking her away from that busy road that Friday night. Would have done the things that made me rich. I would never have let her go. I would have used protection, That night I meet Mary Jane. And spared the years of guilt, From the abortion My grades would have been better. The schools I got into also. If I only knew what I do now. What a life I’d have. Edited December 24, 2003 by Zen
dragonqueen Posted December 25, 2003 Report Posted December 25, 2003 Your writing immediatly struck me as being different. Not in a bad way, just different. More layers, I think, and for me, at the edge of my understanding. Hidden meanings. Nice start.
Yuki Kokoro Posted December 26, 2003 Report Posted December 26, 2003 (edited) "If Only" was just... wow. That was very powerful. The sentiment is one everyone can relate to to some degree or another and this view is intense. I could feel the undertone of bitterness and the heaping regret. I also liked "Doves", though I was surprised by the adjective "swollen". Any particular reasoning behind that? My only guess would be the image of our true thoughts and selves that we don't allow to show stretching the "Façades of beauty" until they swell. Very nice poems all, and welcome to The Pen. Edited December 26, 2003 by Yuki Kokoro
Zen Posted December 26, 2003 Author Report Posted December 26, 2003 it is often that which we whish not to be seen that is seen. The swollen dove to me represents a society that once was beatiful but allowed its self to swell with to much pride. disabling any tuth. there for they build up images and lies to maintain a Façade. thanks, thank you all for the suport
Zen Posted December 26, 2003 Author Report Posted December 26, 2003 (edited) Tears Tears swell inside. There’s nothing he can do. The girl he loves is gone. She’s limp in his arms. A stray shot, On a cold December night. Her life force streams out. She looks into his eyes. And eternity passes before them and she dies. The distant screaming of sirens A little to late. He holds her tight hopping his heart beat will echo in hers. “She's gone” “Let her go” That’s all he hears. Her blank gaze staring at his. Nothing. They take her away, Wrap him in a blanket Bombard him with questions He can’t answer He’s lost in her last gaze. Her last kiss. Her last breath. His mind freezes in that moment Forever trapped under the weight of dieing eyes. They take him away, He won’t respond. Love is to strong Won’t let him forget. The one girl he ever loved. Edited December 26, 2003 by Zen
Zen Posted December 26, 2003 Author Report Posted December 26, 2003 Night Few are the saved. Few are the justified, I am the serpents son. The son of sin. The question that drives us. Is what brought me to life. I am the night crawler, The alley king. The lost and found
Zen Posted December 26, 2003 Author Report Posted December 26, 2003 Reflection, Meditation I am the space. The nothingness. I am complete, Because I am void. I know nothing, There for I understand everything. I am the space, Between the lines. The air inside your lounges. The blood in your veins. The echo of your heart. The straight path is barren, The trodden path dry. The road hidden is the richest. Life blooms in its wake. I seek to be nothing, And in the process have become everything. I am whole Will being incomplete.
Zen Posted December 26, 2003 Author Report Posted December 26, 2003 Wistful A sudden gust, Blew by. O my o my, Someone run, I think it’s Going to be fun. The kids are away The birds in a nest. The jolly jolly fun. Of a long long day Wistful thoughts Wistful dreams. The days of old. The days if new. We live and die By these rules. (my applicatoin poem, I put it here in an effort ot consolidate al my writting in one place)
Zen Posted December 28, 2003 Author Report Posted December 28, 2003 Salvation Salvation, From what? Hell, Eternal flames? The pain and agony of a thousand deaths? Sins committed by sinful people. Of sinful nature. Of divine creation. Pure and unaltered. Tempted by a snake. If so perfect creation, Why the faults? Or was that part of a sick game? To make men suffer through life, And punish them for a creative mistake. In death. Perfection is an illusion. A standard so absurd, We hold our selves to it, Unknowingly. The limits we impose on ourselves. The grief we go through. All meaningless All useless. In the end.
Zen Posted December 30, 2003 Author Report Posted December 30, 2003 A kiss A kiss, So simple a kiss. Two sets of lips. Sending connecting signals. From each lovers touch. A kiss So simple a kiss. Meaning so much. A moment shared. An emotion conveyed.
Zen Posted July 7, 2004 Author Report Posted July 7, 2004 Who can find time to remeber an old owl, an old boy who has a mind to tell the truth when we are all lost in the lies of our fathers? After all we are all damned.
Zen Posted July 20, 2004 Author Report Posted July 20, 2004 When you're close to the ground, you can feel the heart of the world beating. The smell of grass in the morning is amazing. Dew drops glisten in the morning suns rays. a simple lawn turns into a field strewn with dimonds. THe song of the birds ushers in the new light the new day the never ending light that cuts and bounces through the universe.
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