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What IfWhat if every person that you meet becomes your friend?
Would you still cherish them as if they were godsend?
If making connections could be done in a breeze,
Would there have been no wars, just everlasting peace?
What if every attempt that you do always ends up in success?
Would you still struggle and give it your best?
If life were that easy, would you still go on living,
Or just waste your life doing nothing?
What if every choice that you made turned out to be the right one?
Would you still look back to where it all began?
If such thing happened, will there ever be roads not taken?
Things would be too simple, there would be no lessons given.
What if every thing that you believed in turned out to be true?
Would you look forward to something unexpected, something new?
If fate served you everything in a platter,
Would you still be here listening to words of wisdom from your father?
Christmas WishJust like a kid waiting impatiently for Christmas Eve,
There is something that I really want to receive.
One wish that's more precious than everything else,
Something that would make me hear a thousand bells.
Kept in my heart,
In a hidden chamber.
Surrounded by doubt,
Slowly getting stronger.
From the moment we first talked until you became my friend,
You've always been on my mind like a godsend.
You inspired me to do things that I never thought I could,
Let me find a part of me that I believed was lost for good.
That cheerful smile painted on your face is my drug,
Whose effect is multiplied further by your friendly hug.
Is asking Santa to make my wish come true,
Really the only thing that my mustered courage could do?
My resolve is still not enough for me to take matters by my own hands,
Through the years I've stayed a coward forever buried in the sands.
Only on the yuletide season do I feel a sliver o
How Will I Say I Love You in 16 Ways?I would wake you in the morning before the sun starts to rise,
Making sure that I am the first person you see when you open your eyes.
I would make you a hearty meal served on a little table on your bed,
Watch as your face lights up with every bite and your smile starts to spread.
I would prepare the bath for you so you can start clean and fresh,
Making sure that the water's temperature is just right for your delicate flesh.
I would watch you choose the clothes that you want to wear,
Get out of the room and patiently wait until you are all dressed up, beautiful beyond compare.
I would walk you out of the house passing through our perfectly trimmed front lawn,
Opening the car door I would gesture you to sit like a queen about to sit on her throne.
I would drive the car carefully as if you were someone so fragile,
Weaving through the traffic safely for the one beside me - an angel.
I would shop with you at the mall where you used to take me when I was a kid,
Offering you a shopping spree
YouYou are that first ray of sunlight that peaks through the clouds after a few weeks of non-stop rain,
Giving hope to a land that has been forever drenched, it's prayers proved to be not in vain.
You are the first four notes of that beautiful song that loops endlessly inside one's head,
Giving color to a monochrome life that finally begins to traverse the spectrum from violet to red.
You are an epitome of that person who can make another person change for the better,
Giving a second chance to a lost spirit that has embraced failure and under it took shelter.
You are that little speck of courage that builds up in the heart as time goes by,
Giving spark to that first step, to that first try, to that first flight into the sky.
You are my light,
You are my song,
You are my guide,
You are my my courage.
You are mine,
My one and only.
You are you.
Wish Upon A StarMother Star always told me not to fall in love with a human but I guess love really moves in mysterious ways. I know that I am not supposed to fall in love because if I fall too deep I might just give up my light just to fulfill the wish of the one I love. Losing my light would mean losing my life. Then, I would end my journey with a great fall as a falling star.
I first saw her looking out the window one clear, starry night. There was something about her that caught my attention. The way she sighed as she looked into the distant horizon sent me twinkling in delight. The way she fixed her long flowing hair made me shine brighter than usual. I still remember Mother's warning but I just can't help it. I think I've already fallen in love.
Every night I would check to see if she was there and, most of the time, she was. She would just sit there as if trapped in deep thought and then give out a sigh in the end. After that, she would get ready to go to sleep.
She did the same thing fo
NocturneWhen the curtain of Night spreads across the land,
The jewels of the sky come hand-in-hand.
Whereas the Moon foxtrots into the velvet stage,
Hear the clamorous hoots from the waking Sage.
Critters shoot into the air like arrows,
While others slowly retreat into their burrows.
Deathly shades join the midnight symphony,
Witches brew and cast their spells with glee.
Princes clad in armor gallop into the woods,
Armed with steel swords covered with roods.
Save the fair maidens from the fiery dragons,
Then have their tales of courage passed on for eons.
Such things happen between dreams and reality,
Everything is inscribed in the palms of Destiny.
And when the High King of the East begins to burn,
So shall end this jazzy nocturne.
The Beginning of the Endit started with Greed.
She wrapped Her tentacles around their minds,
digging deep into their psyche and corrupting them.
it started with Lust.
He slipped unnoticed into their corrupt brains,
reaching down into their hearts and twisting them.
it started with Pride.
He appeared inside their twisted cores,
pumping His poison through their bodies.
it ended with Wrath.
She took control of their very beings,
forcing the gun to their head and pulling the trigger.
Keep It RealWhereas diasporic communities
Have to been attempting to separate themselves
From harsh sun and seasons,
Without reason, others have built their lives between
The cracks of statements such as:
“Keep it real”
Or, “This shit is dope”.
Motherfuckers better realize
Now, is time to self-actualize.
Daughters of SocietyWe are the daughters of the lost and the damned,
with black rings under our eyes,
both of which married without my blessing,
and don’t seem to be in any
position for separation soon.
We are the daughters
who were told and told and told
to cover our bodies
because we are moral distractions
and it’s all our fault anyway,
and taught that help will come if you ask;
then taught to yell ‘fire’ instead of ‘rape’,
or no one would bother to help you at all.
We are the daughters
who were taught to live a balanced and healthy life,
and that we were capable of anything and could do whatever
kicked in the back of our knees,
then thrown into series of three-hour-long extortions
to determine what we couldn’t ever do in life.
We are the daughters
who were taught to appreciate a man’s whistles and
encouragement to smile as we walk,
as if we were there only to satisfy their primal urges
and not because we needed to bu
g-Host b-LinkTo witness disobedience of dogs of the Matrix;
Are souls breaking free or is it part of the script?
Do even the patients begin losing patience
Attempting to dissect what they cannot reflect?
Are implications of home not enough of a bone
To be thrown to the starving who plot against the throne?
Too sober to stagger with their cloak-and-dagger,
Dehydrated parasites starving for insight
on what a nomadic soul is composed
when compressed into senses and structured and clothed
and closed off from links to a red-herring source
by force and by failure to
And by what right
Does a false light take flight
While uncomfortable truths
Take their place out of sight?
When confronted, you contort.
When in question, you distort.
By lies you are comprised
Yet by every report, you
Every second you delay me, every thought that disobeys me,
Every law of attraction failing due to inaction,
Every memory haunting, regardless how daunting,
The Newspapers Tell Me Too MuchDoes it matter how much blood might've spilled
Over one mistake of which I still feel the guilt
Gamma rays got shot straight through my brain
Can I still undo what has made me more insane
I have never gotten silenced by the crowd
I do not shut up just state my mind less loud
Do you blame me for not wanting to get mauled
I've had a life of pain don't say it's my fault
Have you ever walked on a diverted path to see
The dead bodies along it blended in the scenery
I want understanding but on the other hand
Don't want everyone to suffer under that demand
Recently I've decided it's not what matters to me
From what I have read in the newspapers lately
Never was I this positive about such a negative thing
Out of my sight I know there's so much dying
Shaking my head to myself I strut onwards again
Looking up at the fireless sky now that I still can
I might sound hopeless or out of my mind somehow
But I honestly believe the world is fucked by now
The ReignDrip Drop,
Down the drain.
Oh the reign
The dew will form.
Human ChessIsn't the world in black and white?
Isn't the world in 8 by 8?
Aren't we all part of some
Sick, inhumane game of chess,
Being played off against one another?
Are we pawns?
Then why are we being played,
like mere peices,
cogs in a machine,
to acheive an end goal?
It's because of divide and conquer.
An army of 100 is a lot easier to defeat
When it is only an army of 10.
We are being split, you see.
Black and white,
male and female,
old and young,
all subcategories, to keep us
Unity seems to be a word humanity forgot;
the idea, the essence of standing together,
under the principle that we're all
is alien to us now.
So here we are,
There's nothing going our way, as
because we are being divided.
And yes, we are being conquered.
In this sick, corrupt world of ours,
where every fork in the road
cuts like a knife,
we must pick the higher path.
We must not fall for the illusion that
there is no unity.
We must unite.
We must join, u
First Class Man (A Newspaper Poem)First-class people
Reach the milestone, fair or not.
He can do everything -
Doesn’t break as much
He gets it - phenomenal
He has that magic,
A pride thing.
Sofa covered with guns
Adds another dimension -
A tough road taken lightly,
A great energy.
Cinderella story -
Had the dream, pushed hard
Speaks out -
Vulgar comments, out of a shotgun
Thousands squawking, laughing
I thought he was ready,
Great passion for the game -
I just need to hear some island music.
Die Altendie Welt die sie hinterließen!
jedes verbesserte Werk
richtet sich leidvoll
moderne Rollstühle quietschen nicht
ihr Antrieb funktioniert
Jugend eilt neuen Wünschen nach
alles Alte wird neu
bloß ihr Neues ist alt
sie murmeln - doch niemand hört zu
Erfahrung bewahrt vor Konsum
die nie Zeit für Großeltern hatten
das kapitalistische Gesetz
Krüppelhände greifen ins Fassungslose
Kasernenlider unterm Heiligenbild:
immer am Start
© j.w.waldeck 2010
Please do nout use
anything of my work!
GlitchYou can find hidden truths in simple lines,
Even in broken grammar or in faulty rhymes.
One just needs to tap into his soul,
That, among others, is the writer's goal.
Yet for some the ink on paper looks plain,
They belong to a world for the terminally sane.
Believing only what's in front of their eyes,
Imagination and dreams to them are merely lies.
Lucky are those who can see the fault in the system,
Lucky are those who can absorb flawed criticism.
But within the borders of this fragmented society,
Things aren't really what they always seem to be.
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