Stripped of his land, his house and history
Risking everything for his family
And ultimately... to escape from a nation's misery
Unbearable economical, political and religious prejudice
Though his country, he does truly miss
Stripped of all once in his possession
All he has, to start him off, is his ambition
Initially endless investigation,
Dehuminisation- a consequence of documentation
Away from life threatening conditions
Exploitation and persecution
Yet his home will not be forgotten
His mind distraught
His thoughts gone rotten
No doubt he does have some regret
Not all hopes will ever be met
His child is now safe, or so he may think
A void is felt.
To his ancestral past there is a lost link
Violence once enforced on himself, his child will thankfully not experience.
Leaving all he had for a better future
The guilt from his hands he attempts to rinse
Though his mind has been stained ever since
Leaving all he had for the undetermined and indefinite.
Responsibilities snatched away,
In all of this he has no say,
Handcuffed, considered a criminal,
Risked his life for a wish that to him is incredible
Looking at a world that now smiles back
Where excrutiating suffering is no longer true,
His child will not be traumatized by the same things he went through
Chronic pains, streams of tears,
Dying roses, burning fears...
Butterflies, bitten nails,
Cracked knuckles and torn sails,
Dreams, ambiotions, one major hope,
That one must instantly grope
To wake up with a smile on one's face
To have the chance to shape the human race
Now the tummy aches, jaw pains and the tears
Are out of too much laughter, no longer fears
Experiencing no more disaster
Farewell to oppression
Greetings to exhilaration and jubilation
Once victimized, forever traumatized
But dying free, with his faith, humility, family,
Personally destroyed forever
But has provided a better future
And hopefully suffering will now be experienced by fewer.
Running away from victimization of an extreme
Only to find out no nation from these problems is truly clean
Terrorization is passed on from generation down to generation
There is no true liberation from God's greatest creation.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Poem 6
Shoes tied tight
Faint morning light
Quiet noise and subtle chaos
To awaken to another obstacle
To awaken to the thrush of the crowd
Today we must try not to be as loud
To surrender to the foreign tongue
Strange to be back
To feel alien at home
No longer accustomed to previous lifestyle
Excess luxury
Unnecessary technology
Unpractised skills
Under appreciated natural surroundings
Fills us up with the courage to throw away modern stupidity
Replenish us with the spirit
Betrayed, let down,
not surprisingly unsurprised
immediate anger
but there able to contemplate
to let the spirit work his wonders
to put his actions into context
to reverse blowing out of proportion
Faint morning light
Quiet noise and subtle chaos
To awaken to another obstacle
To awaken to the thrush of the crowd
Today we must try not to be as loud
To surrender to the foreign tongue
Strange to be back
To feel alien at home
No longer accustomed to previous lifestyle
Excess luxury
Unnecessary technology
Unpractised skills
Under appreciated natural surroundings
Fills us up with the courage to throw away modern stupidity
Replenish us with the spirit
Betrayed, let down,
not surprisingly unsurprised
immediate anger
but there able to contemplate
to let the spirit work his wonders
to put his actions into context
to reverse blowing out of proportion
Poem 5
Been a long battle
Been a strong angel
And now the time has come, to say farewell,
For the very last time.
Been a strong angel
And now the time has come, to say farewell,
For the very last time.
Poem 4
Mental and psychological suffering
Mere paper will at the end undress
Possible success
Yet probable failure
Redemption only when fully complete
Doubt that authority I beat
Tried my utmost and that is that
That I would'nt go back is a fact
To the troublesome tick tocking in my head
Knowledge I attempted to be fed
Pensive again about all
Exploring possibilities
Scrutinizing probabilities
Bewildered by experience
So far not reassured by anything heard
Mere paper will at the end undress
Possible success
Yet probable failure
Redemption only when fully complete
Doubt that authority I beat
Tried my utmost and that is that
That I would'nt go back is a fact
To the troublesome tick tocking in my head
Knowledge I attempted to be fed
Pensive again about all
Exploring possibilities
Scrutinizing probabilities
Bewildered by experience
So far not reassured by anything heard
Poem 3
Limbs strapped down
Every hair strand tied
Bones fused to the floor
Ignored as I cried
Feeling like nothing
Nothing without those I love
When no one's words seep in and I face the one above
Wanting to dive into the infested ocean
Feeling immune to the stinging beasts
Not wanting to return to the happy state
Heartbreak is all I await
A white gown, for the coffin
A mass of entangled electric wires
Ready to explode on me
Fed up of too many liars
False hope and lies all along
Doubting I do after all belong
Even now relatively relieved and gay
The flame is not as promising as it had seemed for a while back then
Fear what I may unintentionally one day do or say
From now on less confidence in those most trusted and more in that that I pray.
Every hair strand tied
Bones fused to the floor
Ignored as I cried
Feeling like nothing
Nothing without those I love
When no one's words seep in and I face the one above
Wanting to dive into the infested ocean
Feeling immune to the stinging beasts
Not wanting to return to the happy state
Heartbreak is all I await
A white gown, for the coffin
A mass of entangled electric wires
Ready to explode on me
Fed up of too many liars
False hope and lies all along
Doubting I do after all belong
Even now relatively relieved and gay
The flame is not as promising as it had seemed for a while back then
Fear what I may unintentionally one day do or say
From now on less confidence in those most trusted and more in that that I pray.
Poem 2
When natural became boring
And unnatural customary
When a supposed rarity became majority
And the unexpected no longer surprising
No longer the old scandal but rather what is in fashion
Not a brave heart but a weeping one
He is crying for attention and love
It is sad that he finds he can only achieve this by designing himself to suit others
Less acceptance and more encouragement
It's a misconception that there is less rejection
And unnatural customary
When a supposed rarity became majority
And the unexpected no longer surprising
No longer the old scandal but rather what is in fashion
Not a brave heart but a weeping one
He is crying for attention and love
It is sad that he finds he can only achieve this by designing himself to suit others
Less acceptance and more encouragement
It's a misconception that there is less rejection
Poem 1
Her odd rhymes and sickening phrases
Her manipulative smile and nauseating praises
Her daring eye, her innocent faces
Her childhood voice and paranoid crazes
No need to neither hear her words nor observe her actions,
Her bare presence is of threatening intentions,
Can imagine the fiend speaking from her within
Though she says not a word, her every breath seen as a sin.
A shame that we cannot reconcile
Not sure whether her behaviour or ours is entirely juvenile
Not jealousy, it's more the fear
That she will steal those who to us are dear.
Too many times has she tried
And too many times did she succeed
Due to her nonsense those closest have cried
Realising it's from her very own self she must be redeemed
Seeks the attention
Fools herself as well as those under her seduction.
What she seeks is love
But through her methods she begets antagonisation
Betrayal and departure, falseness and evasion
Hence her awful widely known reputation
Forgive us for our horrid nature
Misconceiving your hopeless attempt for love, your promiscuity
Your fight against loneliness and disunity
Forgive us for not helping, for not guiding,
For not bridging the gap between us, for not reconciling.
Her manipulative smile and nauseating praises
Her daring eye, her innocent faces
Her childhood voice and paranoid crazes
No need to neither hear her words nor observe her actions,
Her bare presence is of threatening intentions,
Can imagine the fiend speaking from her within
Though she says not a word, her every breath seen as a sin.
A shame that we cannot reconcile
Not sure whether her behaviour or ours is entirely juvenile
Not jealousy, it's more the fear
That she will steal those who to us are dear.
Too many times has she tried
And too many times did she succeed
Due to her nonsense those closest have cried
Realising it's from her very own self she must be redeemed
Seeks the attention
Fools herself as well as those under her seduction.
What she seeks is love
But through her methods she begets antagonisation
Betrayal and departure, falseness and evasion
Hence her awful widely known reputation
Forgive us for our horrid nature
Misconceiving your hopeless attempt for love, your promiscuity
Your fight against loneliness and disunity
Forgive us for not helping, for not guiding,
For not bridging the gap between us, for not reconciling.
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