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Poetry for the Unforgiven
A poetry collective by
Gary Nicholson
Power Blind
I received
your message on the tube yesterday;
Same old deceptive devices.
I
can't pretend I have the vision of Charles Dickens;
But, I can see
what he saw
The depravity of your speech and attitude,
The
Power Blind Madness of your mind,
I see it on the TV and
Newspaper.
I see it in the eyes and words of Sean Hannity.
You
have not deceived me;
You have deceived you . . .
Sins of Our Leaders
I lie
dreaming of days passed,
life's backwater.
The Sins of Our
Leaders,
pounding my brain.
Clocks are ticking backward,
hourglass sand is falling upward
Tyrant's
heart pumps,
ice water backwards.
His cold breath spews,
lies
like a disease.
Festering into mortals,
bleeding
hearts.
Fallujah’s fate is,
a nightmare.
Senator
McCain didn't you know,
there were children in there
Their
severed limbs got passed you;
Somehow.
Mothers
had rain,
pouring from their eyes.
An estuary of
days,
streaming days to years.
We are fruits of the same
tree;
With roots through eons.
There is a rotten
liquid,
pouring from leaders mouths.
Greed brought those towers
down;
And truth sets you free; not war.
A Paradox (Infinite Puzzles)
I
was moving out on the cosmic plane.
When my eyes were met by the
elders,
of the vorticular conduit.
Soldiers were marching
inward to,
battle the incomprehensible.
The gift was something,
knowledge,
could not touch it.
Stories were told of forgotten
time,
when hordes traversed the cosmos;
in search of tangible
reality.
The sovereign sat idly by,
while fools sought
invalidity.
The hordes expedited unearthly terrain;
They left a
Face Monument;
to mark their passing.
We were left with
riddles,
to fathom the mystery.
Leaving me here, to wonder . .
.
The Burn
Come take
me for a ride
I've been there before,
by that dark
riverside
Carry me to that open door
Change my head, change my
ways
Got no-one else to turn to
Haven't had sleep for
days
Everywhere I turn I see you
Are you ready for the
burn
Ready for the requiem turn
Are you ready for the burn
You
go to school but never learn
There's something up ahead
cars
are moving slow
lights are turning red
tell me which way to
go
by that dark riverside
over by the open door
There's
another world inside
let's see what's in store
Are you
ready for the burn
Ready for the slow moving dirge
Are you
ready for the burn
Sliding to where the world's merge
Your
world is dead, times are closed
Remember what you said
Remember
how I imposed
I've been screaming by the dark riverside
I lay
there dreaming
Thinking I can hide
Are you ready for
the burn
Ready and all alone
Are you ready for the
burn
Recovering from the stone
The Burn (Final Stanza)
You drove me crazy
you
damned screwed up harlot
Don't tell me I'm your bay-bee
screaming
down in the parking lot
The world outside is dreaming
Dreaming
of a better day
outside my window
sunlight streaming
Oh,
bring on the day bay-bay
Are you ready for the burn
You
crazy old witch
You thought you'd make me squirm
You broken
down old winch
Beginning (Transformation)
I am
falling;
I am moving toward a new beginning.
My spirit grows
with the movement;
Aloft yet descending into illumination.
My
wings ready,
My eyes searching,
My breath is full.
My
awakening incomplete;
Becoming a new being,
Of a higher
order.
My life ending and beginning,
All is new.
Dawn of Summer
Dawn of
Summer Crashing Down.
Heavy Shadows Falling Forward.
I look
into the Clouds and see;
I'm borderline Schizophrenic.
My Head
is in Split Direction.
At least the Stars still
Shine,
And,
Freakin' Far-out Girls really Rock.
Freedom
Speaks in Whispers,
Afraid for Someone to Notice;
A Fragile
Misconception .
Dreams
that spill over into the Night,
in Repercussion . . .
Fire Eyes
What will
you do when you see me?
Run to another hiding place?
When you
see my Fire Eyes?
Stop Dead; Still?
You betrayed, now it's
time.
Will you see it,
Will you feel it.
The Storm passes
slowly.
So Grim; the Reaper.
He rides on the cold wind.
Sharp
blade makes, Sharp note,
Only in the mind.
Will it transmit;
Telepathy?
Transmit; Desire?
Darkness pervades.
Heart beats;
hoof beats
Together.
Zombies (Changes)
I've seen
so many changes
in this course
I've traveled.
It's a
wonder
I'm still alive.
I can't believe
all the Zombie
faces
I encounter
It seems people
will believe anything
but the
truth.
I'm 53 and still running
strong.
I awaken to
the
sound of rushing water.
Must be the dreams
I store for
future
reference.
I walk the streets
and see darkened
faces
with
hollow empty
eyes.
Blind to the events
passing
before them.
They seek not
the wisdom of
the ages,
but
the splatter
of the evening
news echoes
through
their
meaningless conversations
of superior dominance
and
pride.
Pride, oh pride
The deadliest of all
the deadly
sins.
Oh yes, Zombies;
Zombies indeed
Enjoy the Fascism
We've seen
them.
The "Old Glory" ravers.
Singing Democracy . .
.
They've (we've) forgotten;
Democracy is for all;
Not just
the Oil tycoons.
Liberata
I know she
wanted me,
that first day.
I saw her exposed breasts,
and
smelled her sweet scent.
It was stimulating, insidiously
arousing.
My passion flared;
A sensation, like a soft
whisper.
A wisp of smoke came to mingle . . .
Nothing happened,
the smoke faded.
Memory keeps its aroma,
in the deep well of
compassion.
(Malonde)
Your touch
and kiss have been with me since.
The connection was right back
then,
but now another woman is there;
to cool your fiery
hands.
I can only watch from afar.
I want the other woman to be
happy;
to know I was right about you.
We should have taken our
wings,
and flown to a far distant world . . .
Next time I will
follow my heart.
The Power That Makes Them Go
People
don't really care about.
What they don't really know.
Children
get slaughtered, they call it "God's will".
Then choke
on water washing down pills.
The status quo drive Mercedes and
BMWs;
While their armies rape countries for oil.
The power
that makes them go;
They go to Church and pray for
victory.
Then drive home in their Mercedes S.U.V.
Not really
caring about;
What they don't really know.
"Father
forgive them, they know not what they do"
Christ-(while being
crucified)
Speak Out Against the Madness
Fathers
who teach their children freedom and justice come from War;
And tell
them the future is ours to live and grow to prosperity.
Shred
the truth with every word; the forked tongues of death
Creating
disparity for the masses serving the wealthy
Inconducive
to the growth of the children (the future).
Shadowing
the future with false and empty promises.
Murdering
all those who oppose the oppression.
"Learn
the cost of Freedom; buried in the ground
Mother Earth will
swallow you; lay your body down"
Stephen Stills
Vantage Point
Awakening
on the dust of a distant world;
Confronted by the ghosts of a
,
long dead civilization.
Standing on the Vantage Point
of,
ethereal reality.
I could see vast armies,
in mortal
conflict.
A voice from within, or
was it reaching
within;
Within the realms of,
vorticular motion.
The
spinning wheels of cerebral,
madness.
Lying in the vestige of
what is to come.
Beyond the reach of,
normal comprehension.
The
awakening from human dormancy.
Awaiting to arise, something
vital?
A source of strength, a lesson,
on reality.
My
thoughts are, my thoughts.
I cannot expect anyone to
understand;
you are the enemy, one who
destroys.
Your beauty
is a vulgar bloodbath;
while brain-dead observers give their
approval.
I stand.
Drowning
in a deluge,
of consciousness . . .
The Way Shadows Fall
Sifting
through the broken,
pieces of yesterday;
trying to put the
puzzle,
back together.
So, what the hell, is integrity,
anyway?
Lifting up he separate fibers,
of my
heart;
trying to weave it,
back together.
Oh, what the
hell,
is love anyway?
Sometimes, I wish my heart,
was
made of stone,
but then I'd be like you.
So, what the hell is
compassion,
anyway?
The world keeps turning,
'round and
down;
holding me down;
keeping me from,
the secret of
life.
Oh, what the hell,
is truth; anyway?
Just
anyone’s interpretation,
of how everything should be.
Oh,
my soul is ablaze,
my heart is afire.
Your cold heart burns
me;
to the depth of my being.
That's the way Shadows fall.
So,
what the hell is substance,
anyway?
You're going to burn
your witches;
when your time is awry, and
if I could tell you
anything at all,
I would say:
"Stop!"
Don't tell
me how to feel.
The Way Shadows Fall (last stanza)
So, what
the hell is intelligence,
anyway?
You're going to believe;
just
what you believe,
then justify it all.
So, what the hell is
justice;
anyway . . . ?
Love's Lament (Fields of Blind Foolery)
Laying to
waste the,
great intentions.
The bubble that bursts,
in the
eye of compassion,
lying bleeding,
in the dark.
To care is
to risk,
to risk is to endanger.
The ripped soul bleeds,
with
lingering pain,
The banished heart is denied;
thrice . .
.
Promises are to be broken,
in the heat of the night.
Once
the product is bought;
The purchaser lends,
itself to the
shadows.
The universe is expanding,
moving away from us.
We
are living in a,
bubble of atmosphere.
An island moving
through,
infinite blackness;
Remembering a flat,
world of
dragons.
We are not alone!
The ostrich who,
buries its
head,
shields no danger.
We are open to the mystery,
but are
blind to it.
Let's awaken to the,
unknown . . .
There is
mystery here . . .
Ancient Highway
Take
me down that ancient highway;
that covers thousands of miles,
only
to intersect with another.
Who can reason why, humans;
go back
and forth to go nowhere?
Take me to that ancient highway.
I'm
told it's not of this world,
but some place far, far away.
Maybe
my dreams aren't so dim;
Maybe light not only comes from the
sun;
Maybe on that ancient highway;
I'll make my way to the
stars, and
escape the nuclear war, and
all the deception, and
degradation,
here on Earth?
I see a billion lights, not one the
sun.
Maybe on that ancient highway;
where you say I died,
only to be,
born again, but this is not the
life I'd
chosen?
They say, in a few short years;
there'll be a hot,
smoky trail to Mars.
Maybe up there where the air blows,
thin,
and cold I'll find peace, and
speak to the voices of wisdom?
On
the edge of that ancient highway;
Where my today’s will meet my,
eternity.
My yesterdays will not be forgotten;
For time is
a flowing river, and it;
will carry my memories onto that,
ancient
highway,
Revolution In Your Eyes
Wake
up!
Open up your eyes!
Get out!
Let the fire inside you
rise!
Look around!
Tell me what you see!
Is it what you
want?
Do you really think that you are free?
Listen!
Tell
me what you hear!
What the Newsman is saying;
Is it what you
fear?
You can walk away from truth.
Like a fire it
burns
You can run away and forget
Until it returns!
There's
revolution in your soul.
I see it in your eyes.
Reach out your
hand;
Cry out and let us know you're alive
In A Wave Of Passion
There
is a time forgotten;
when wisdom reined supreme.
I was leader
of a proud people,
when a cloud passed over my time,
and I
was gone. They mummified my remains,
and word was sent out,
to
our States and Provinces.
The fruits of my works,
spread forth
through the millennia.
You hear it in the songs and stories of the
young.
The heart races as,
wisdom of the ages flows
through.
The mind will awaken,
with new challenge,
and the
stars will draw nearer.
The Earth will fade,
into the
distance,
like a grain of sand;
drawn by the sea.
My
spirit will be reborn,
and my name will live again.
Those of
knowledge will echo it,
through the corridors of time,
till
time is no more.
Crowded Highway
At
twilight
Dismal spirits
Parade on Death's
Crowded
highway
revenant eyes witness
Innocent
life
spirited away
In a cold dark alley
Heavy shards
of
broken Dreams
Lie in heaps
on the ground
Conformity and Rebellion
What the
hell am I doing here?
This place I do not belong.
The walls are
dank, and
windows shed little light.
I will not conform to
the,
atrocities before me.
Surely Rebellion will pave,
a
path through this maze.
My mother tried to comfort,
with soft
lies that revealed,
themselves the moment I set,
foot on
treacherous ground.
Logic surely tells us that lies,
are spoken
only for the benefit,
of the teller.
So, my steps are cautious
through,
narrow, dark passageways when,
dark figures emerge
from the shadows.
Hmmm; when I enter into the light I,
may say;
What the hell am I doing here?"
Hollow Destiny
The Spirit
abounds;
Where numbers are to be met.
The secret revealed.
By
one who came before;
Clouds pervade the darkness,
And destiny
arises;
From the dust of evermore.
The secret is solemn,
It
frightens the innermost,
depths of the soul.
The
sanctuary,
sanctions the heart,
And reveals the
kindness,
hidden there.
Evil shutter in disbelief.
The
Spirit rises up;
Becomes part of the whole.
The vision is,
yet
incomplete.
The phantom rides his steed;
Beneath a hollow
moon.
Shadows arise from the ground.
Cold rushes;
still;
As
silence reclaims
the night . . .
The Unknown Zone
Here we
are in the unknown zone.
The place that taught me to weep and
moan.
The light was cold for a message of old
She brings the
paper to the waif-er while the
hallway was filled with
madness.
Characterize the homogenized and get vaporized
by
politician's wasted words.
The headline news, a diatribe.
Oh
the war, had made a score, but no-one
was listening.
There was
a hit T.V. movie no-one had seen
'cept through an advertiser,
just an appetizer.
The show sucked and a tornado blew
down the
tower.
How many more will be lost?
Jessica made the scene with
a
Monk and a Dean. She showed her ass with
so much class. She
showed 'em all she could
raise the spirits but could not raise the
dead
and dispatched the reason only yesterday.
Several
stars in limo cars lit a candle
on Mars then saw the face looking
on.
The server was fortuned and mad with
tongue spitting
fire.
My head was filled with "Dead" logic.
Gratefully
opposed to the recent discovery.
Bleeding from my fingertips bent
and ripped
a side split from reality.
Unto us is born a child
forlorn, a mystical freak,
a future geek of
the
airwaves.
Soldiers march their way,
while shadow dogs slip
away into dark recesses
and young blood pools up.
Spiders
congregate in walls of consolidation.
Liberals live on
slogans made, while conserves
serve themselves on the
spoils.
Outside the pale blue sky awaits a reason,
while
soldiers from a star wait to salvage reason.
My mind crinkles in
the massive grave of desire
and my mouth spits fornications into
the mire
and the damsel is acquitted. Leverage was
achieved by
mounting her. Lightning strikes to
my delight and still my head is
famished.
Humping to our delight, she said orgasms had no meaning.
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
For crimes
that defy all logic and decency;
Unlawful activity that leads to
the destruction of Nations;
Carnal decadence that leaves children
mutilated;
Knowledge of these activities but paid to look
away;
You share the guilt of transgression;
Oh you of corrupted
authority for this,
Undermines the future of those yet unborn . .
.
The Rage Raves On
There's a
fire in my soul;
Flames rising, out of control.
The rage raves
on;
And the Trials go on.
A mother brings a baby to her
breast;
Another on the way, you know the rest.
Courage and
promise fall from your lips;
But, your eyes reveal a coward's
ship.
The killing fields reek with blood;
Mixed with stench in
the mud.
Killing and killing by the score.
Kill today, kill
tomorrow, only to kill some more.
The Spirit of Human destiny
awaits
The Children turn their backs on their fates.
Open your
eyes to see the rising Sun.
Then closed them to study the dream
only just begun
Old Man Young
I was a
young man, barely seventeen
Still fresh in my dreams
No-one
over thirty could I trust
Then I heard "After
the Gold Rush"
Here was a man who
could spit fire and play guitar
And Joni Mitchell made him a
star
Hey "Old man”
you’re "Forever Young"
Even
after all the songs you'd sung
Yeah; I remember the "Four
Way Street"
In Ohio when Nixon
and "Tin Soldiers" blew
the heat
The people cried Peace! And you said: "Teach
the Children"
Yeah; I remember
that was you and C.S.N.
That was such a long time ago
But
your "Heart of Gold"
is still in Ohio
'cause I just heard "Living
with War" and the people cry
With
their hands raised high
They cry and won't be denied nor
relent
'cause you said in a song "Impeach
the President"
You talk about this
and that of all the war crimes
Time to take a look around to
the sign of the times
You know it's never too late
'cause
it's the hand of fate
I'm in awe of the songs you've sung
And
I'll be damned if you're not "Forever
Young"
Witch Hunts
I don't
know you, yet,
you expect me to believe you,
Your "War on
Terror" McCarthy's war,
on Communism
"The Witch
Hunts" are all repeats of,
Historic Elitism.
I don't want
you, I don't need you.
Fade back into the darkness where,
you
reside . . .
Your master awaits.
Flagrant Desire
Though I
am down in sorrow,
a river of hope brings me,
my
dreams, and
I'll be alright come tomorrow;
as I lie down
in the cold,
and wet streams.
In the distance I had seen,
a
witch, alive for more,
than a thousand years,
and she'd shed
not one tear
for the forsaken, and
hungry children.
I
felt their flagrant cries;
tearing at my soul,
sailing on the
wind.
But, everyone, I mean,
everyone dies. A
change,
must come for all or Earth,
will cease to be.
Learn
to hear the call,
of the rightful and truly free.
Woes have
fallen upon,
the Earth. Touch her,
feel the beating of
her heart.
She is dying, stricken with a dearth.
So, I must lie
down in these,
cold, cold waters.
Cover me in the wetness
of
a dream.
Power is within me . . .”
Sickness in Our Midst
Gallivanting around the
globe like a demented god-king;
Extracting every ounce of power
from your position;
Obumbrating the vision of the nation;
Ranting
about godliness while killing innocents;
Grabbing barrels of oil
for the god Halliburton;
Eluding the public by
praising God for your deeds;
Who do you think you
are?
Babbling about victories unachieved;
Umbrageous
delusions of grandeur;
Shamming the faithful to their
deaths;
Halliburton must have paid you well for War-Mongering
.
May all the dead of Iraq and Afghanistan haunt you for
the rest of your life and forever there after!