Nightmares. (poem)

kgbethlehem:

Welcome again to a late  but nevertheless edition of Friday Night Poetry Session #36. This week is an unusual, funny yet creative poet, good blogger all around. Here is charlypriest’s joint called “Nightmares.” Hope you enjoy and visit his blog when you get a chance. You won’t be disappointed..

Always remember; poetry is what you feel to paper, and love to voice.  Nothing more, and indeed nothing less..

Originally posted on CRAZY LIFE:

They say,
they,
a man who has nigthmares
they say,
every day of his life,
they say,
is in pain.

Nightmares are part of me
just me don´t remember the last time
when, I had a nice resting but that´s fine.

It´s feels actually strange if I don´t have them
but now it seems I rest better, but not forever
eventually they do return, yes, them.

Probably that is why I have trouble sleeping
I just decided to not let them be keeping,
of me.

I wake up and brush them out
so I can go out and shout.

nightmares
pain
they slain
ever gain
so lame
fuck the pain
just trot on again.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

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Honoring or querying the Masti-Queen..

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Darken mystery sky on an unknown world

“It is almost time for the light.”
“So soon?”
“Yes.”
“I believe we still have several days before it.”
“No, you are incorrect.”
“I see.”
“Yes, one of us must begin the ceremony by the sun rest.”
“……”
“Is there something wrong.”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Masti-Queen.”
The conversation cease for a brief moment. The room which the two men were in was so dark that the only glimpse of their existence was exposed by a small light from the bright moon. The rest time was past the normal hour. They should not be up. They were way past curfew even if they were Law Speakers.

The whispers continued uninterrupted as the small light grew smaller. The smell of old-fashioned weed moss filled the air as both were smoking on rich pipes. The faces were quite hidden, they met in the offices were they work. Little to no security was present to which was their reasoning for choosing such a locale. The quiet bantering was in violation of the State, more to the point the Hurras Empire in its infancy. They were important in reality but inwardly influenced by the ruling decree. That voided all self-confidence in believing what they believe was true.

A sad state for Law Speakers.
“She is never wrong.”
“Are you so sure?”
“Do you want to die for such words?”
“Do you want to no soul for freedom for such cowardice.”
The bantering stop again. Someone was angry at the comment of their counterpart. The comment echoed truth, he was afraid.

“I am not afraid, I will ask for her and stand by my decision.”
“You will?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because the Autumn Star is in it last viewing tonight.”
“Meaning I need to pray to her.”
“Yes.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, leave me be.”

The room emptied, he was alone. He was very much afraid. He did not have any answer to such a challenged. He glared out to the night air, the shining white star that crown the night’s sky. The Adomica Woods were a mystery to such a visual of the Autumn Star. Even more is the bright orange like fluorescent visuals that floated among the trees.

Some called them Phantoms. Others in more fearful expression called them the undead servants of the Masti-Queen. The logical mind branded them optical illusions due to no one was able to gain close to deem them any of the other definitions. He on the other hand had not an answer and really did not want one.

He prayed, it was short. He laughed to himself in such a superstition. He walked out of the room and towards the entrance of the woods. It was a direful sight, he did not want to go in there.

He did not, he walked back to the castle.

The ceremony was half done, well not even half done but cherish the moment of the ones who had no belief.

No substance of character.

In fact he, this Law Speaker was just as normal as the people he sworn to protect from denouncing unfair laws. He gave way to his own self to which he was shown the last message of a solution.

He gave up his own life, in the shadows, in the darken corner.

His body of course was never found.

It was said he lives among the stars, in the dark corner of what scientists call “dark matter.”

Serving the Masti-Queen for all of time.

 

(This passage was a prequel dialogue inspired by the events of Chapter 5 of Astronomical)

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Coffee Shop Story (Friday Night Poetry Corner #35)

kgbethlehem:

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First off “S”
Fucking awesome!
Welcome good peoples to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner, this time #35!!!! The feature poet for this evening is a poet called “S” (fucking awesome name). The poem is called “Coffee Shop Story.” First off, it’s a great poem, great voice and nice flow. Second, I love coffee shops. Third, I love coffee. Forth, I love cigars. Fifth, I love cigars at coffee shops. Sixth, did i say coffee? Seventh, this is a nice, creative work from the blog called POETIC MIDNIGHT. Visit this poet and relax off the vibe…

Take care, and thanks for stopping by for a few.

Originally posted on poetic midnight:

imagine we’re in a coffee shop
you were busy with your coffee
i was busy writing
somehow i caught myself looking at you
a familiar stranger
maybe i was writing about you
maybe i was thinking about you
but, everything will always be maybes
until it’s going to be the same moon
you’re looking at
as i look out my window tonight
loving you is fast
as fast as this opportunity might pass me by
as fast as the coffee shop’s door will closed
behind you

- S -

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Omnia familia est

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I can tell you the importance of being with family. The subtle moments of difficult and thoughtful conversations that would ache you for days before having them. I can tell you the joy of loving a mother, father, and a brother. That is my description of my family.

Or I can disclose the love for my daughter, such a beautiful little human, her smile lights my soul and to be more exact warms my intellect in staying humble. I could not even witness love in another way like the relationship with my daughter, I can tell you that.

My extended family is my treasure ones. The people I see not as often as I want to but when I do it was as if time stood frozen and move with the next encounter. Just wonderful, even absence makes the heart grow fonder eh?

I agree with that wholeheartedly.

I want to speak on my cousin Tanya Daniel. She is a very thoughtful, caring, intelligent being who God honored me to have her as my blood. A full-time teacher, adviser, and specialist of challenging children her work is always full. Her days are long, only with the exception of the summer break :o). One thing for sure, she help me in many ways. She edited projects of mines and without any need for payment (I do send gift cards people so don’t blast me ;o). The projects are rather long manuscripts that she would work on during the school year but without any hesitation or exculpation. I marvel at such commitment, importantly at such a good heart to take on such tasks so freely.

I salute you cousin and I love you.

Family is everything, just the essence of a peaceful soul. It is like your chi in relations with good vibrations. Wonderful feeling. I can not speak for others who’s situation with their family is far from nirvana but if that is the case take care of yourself please.

Negative energy regardless of who it comes from is toxic to your spirit.

This must not happen, please don’t let this happen.

In the case of Tanya, she would be far press to allow such iniquities to exist.

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Nostalgia (Friday Night Poetry Corner #34)

kgbethlehem:

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Hey everyone!
Hope y’all enjoyed the holiday. Here is another edition of the poetry corner. Well its Friday Night Poetry Corner #34. This week I am featuring a poem by Nitin Lalit called “Nostalgia.” It is a free flow peace with a voice of regret and strength. A very good poem and if you have the time please visit this poet’s blog.

Originally posted on Rhyme:

I used to think life simple

And living for the moment—

Laugh my misery away

I used to bring friends over

And getting drunk on cheap ale—

We’d create the loudest din

I used to have faith childlike

And with no inner conflict—

March straight through the angst and strife

I used to kiss her gently

And holding her in my arms—

Tell her that I loved her much

I used to be so much more

And looking forward always—

Never be lost to the bloke

I used to be…….

© Nitin Lalit

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Suppressed Intelligence…

Suppressed Intelligence….

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Friday Night Poetry Corner #33 (He adores her)

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Greetings everyone!!

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!!!

Another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #33. It is crazy that we are up in the 30s now. During this year I feature a lot of great poets, wonderful poems that showcased different styles, themes, emotions, and tempos. This has been a enlighten experience and I loved it all. A special thanks for visiting but guess what, THIS mutherfucking train is continuing…

Now, next is another piece by me. Yes two weeks in a row which is very unusual but what the hey. This is a surreal love situation, a honest situation but I will let you judge.

 

 

He adores her

“Sol rays gleam on my hands as i dance below the sky, but tolerate your storms.”
the last of the beginning ones…
the first of the last speakers
cried the name of beautiful,
masking the utmost fear of the diffident
he didn’t care
he wanted her
he showed himself to the world
for her smile
and a whisper of care
the last of the beginning ones
storm the blacken sky
cover the sight of many eyes
he didn’t care
who heard him
who saw his pain
through arctic rain…
he wanted her attention
her respect,
her acknowledgment
of his presence
of his laughter of joy
the utter mention of her name
sustain his joy
joy to loved,
of yearning,
–wanting,
–everything..

-K.G. Bethlehem

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Suppressed Intelligence…

The void creates madness to the weak and and arrogant ones..

Suppressed Intelligence: To maintain an equal intellect that corresponds with the everyday masses to create a more harmonic relationship in society to induce productivity in all societal segments while suppressing the urges of a deemed low segments of society to be advance in thinking and belief in the same qualities of people deem more advance than themselves.

 

—except from Astronomical

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Friday Night Poetry Corner #32—This time its me again..

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Greetings, much respects & peace, love and all of that…

Here is like clockwork (well, ha– mostly) another fun edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner #32!!! This time around I would like to feature a new one I just wrote about 10 minutes ago. It is a surreal dark poem but with heavy thoughts for salvation or doom?

I let ya’ll judge that statement. Enjoy and thanks again for stopping by. Have a coffee and cigarillo on me.

Or tea and cakes.

 

 

The last trial of oblivion

 
It made the night blossom so well,
searching a way out of hell…
it cause a smile to die so violently,
awaking in hypocrisy
made it so intensely
unresisting to be name
for another day.
Under the gray moon
I assume
it would make wonders
in earning,
yearning a way of respectable
beginnings
instead of endings.
Who would ask
for this task,
of hurting so hard,
in fact very hard,
last not for trouble to find
query one more favor
to savor the last lie
you told.

How does a smile die so violently,
within blanked glances of silver?

why make such a claim so vivid to all?

Why suggest nature to fall?

In asking
of the gray moon light,
insightful knowledge is given
to all,
sounding sweet smelling sugary pie taste
is the lie I will give,

thus the only one
you want to believe.

 

–K.G. Bethlehem

 

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Impressions of Southeast Washington D.C…

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Always a song of jazz enters the mind, driving through the streets of Southeast Washington DC.

Yep, Impressions actually by Coltrane himself, the harmony of up and down sounds of the trumpet echoed strongly in my mind. While that was happening I glanced at teenagers and smaller children walking on the sidewalks, lingering among the adults who joined them in their travels.

I saw people of a stretch age range, relaxing on the porch. Two or three at a time just chillin’ and people watching. One house in particular I drove past and at least there were 20 plus people in the yard. All jamming to “Go-Go” honoring the at Chuck Brown as I heard an elder scream his name out while he weave and jerk side to side.

Impressions still in my head of course but it was all the same. The rhythm of the people was in total sync with the erratic music of Coltrane’s genius. I marvel in my car, window down due to the hotness of the air. You see it was 5:45pm on June 20th 2014, summer and humidity old friends, old irritations. Nevertheless the scenery was too powerful for such discomfort to perturb me. It was a restful moment in time.

An occasion that I wish was shared with someone.

Oh well, time waits for no one. Time forgets the forgettable? Or do we forget time as we leave certain things behind.

Impressionable moment eh?

I think next time I will tune in Coltrane’s Resolution for more clarity…

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