Rest In Peace

She presses her cold hand over the mouth of our small suburban town.

Leeches flood the streets, whispering lies into our ear.

Drugs, they claim.

Depression, they claim.

But our eyes will never see reason.

Our hands will never hold the pure, blatant truth.

For our weak noses can only detect blood.

Nothing much greater.

Nothing much at all.

And we puzzle, and lower our flags.

Here in this town.

They Always Will by Morgan Bekker

Take their own body,

A softer pill

Manipulate others:

Know the skill

They did

They do

They always will

Hold hands on the rooftop,

Climb a hill

Any trespassers:

Be sure to kill

They did

They do

They always will

Hold each other tight now,

Two roles to fill

Leave truth behind

To pay the bill

They did

They do

They always will

Peace

Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.

-Albert Einstein

Politics

"You lie!"

-Joe Wilson, Republican South Carolina Rep.

Today's words of advice; when all else fails, sit down and think of a really good idea.

-Anonymous

Another quote

-A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Bergman

The Bottom of Everything by The Bright Eyes

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

And it'll go like this, alright
While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to God,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."

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We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole,
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul,
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.

And then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it.

Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past.
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one.

Bowl of Oranges by The Bright Eyes

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "there is nothing I can do for you that you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.

Girl by Anonymous

The girl is made from skin and bones.

The girl is made of twigs and stones.

The girl is a sealed bottle of blue glass.

The girl is a sculpture of the middle class.

The girl is a barbie, perfectly pure.

And she goes to school perfectly silent, demure.

Lament to Contradictions by S.H. Onyx

Mind beaten, battered

Heart broken, sliced open

Worn on a chain

By a child with no name

For a while she was quiet

Love was engraved on her arms

The rope that she was bound by

Was holder of subtle charms

The knight in shining armor

He stayed in his book

Funny how she thought of him

After all the things he took

Carrying ideal contradictions

Ornaments of her roots

One added each and every time

She found saviors wearing suits

A quote by Dr Seuss

-I meant what I said and I said what I meant

A Handful of Hearts

I have completely wiped out all the contents of what this blog used to be, and turned it into something new. Songs, Poems, Articles, Quotes, words of Advice, every day inspiration.

Personification Poem

I am an Oak Tree
By S.H. Onyx


I am an oak tree.
Each morning, I open my eyes to a warming light.
I stretch while slowly winding and twisting my limbs.
I shade the saplings and bushes that spring up from my roots.

I am an oak tree.
I sing a rustling song and dance a graceful dance every Summer dawn.
The sunlight shimmers, reflecting off of the dew on my leaves.
As long as the wind blows, I do not sleep.

I am an oak tree.
I take turns reaching toward the clouds and the stars.
I stand prodigious and proud, while observing the vast forest,
And when the night falls, I am witness to it's secrets.

I am an oak tree.
I am shelter to the creatures of the earth-shaking spirit.
She casts lightning over the sky, so I duck my head.
After the storms, as I sway in the breeze, I can hear the rhythm of the woods.

I am an oak tree.
On special occasions, God paints my leaves a glorious shade of gold.
Soon afterward, ice crystals will slip through Zeus' fingers, showering my family and I.
In the cold, my branches sink from weariness, and the world is still and silent except the whisper of white rabbits.

I am an oak tree.
When mother sun returns, I will radiate energy, renewed after a long sleep.
I squint to search for butterflies, bouncing in the new mist.
Enclosed in my body for so long, my product is bountiful and sweet.

I am an oak tree.
If you listen closely, you will hear my heartbeat.
Do not forget the spirits that remain unseen.
I will stand here always, breathing each day's fresh air. I'll be waiting, watching, listening.

Walking In Circles

We are walking in a circle,
For a circle has no sides.
If we sit in just the center,
We won't see what outside hides.
So we'll be walking in a circle,
For the rest of our lives.

On the inside is a staircase.
On the outside is a key.
Both with patterns drawn so intricate,
No human eye could see.
So all that we can do,
Is be the best that we can be.

Those, they say, who leave the circle,
Have had the courage to brawl,
Claiming circles are tornadoes.
Through the center people fall!
So those who walk perimeters,
Will walk into a wall.

We who have grand hopes and dreams,
Are made to solve this riddle:
The strong winds that control tornadoes,
Are born from stones so brittle,
That wind cannot escape these shadows.
Just what's in the middle.

By S.H. Onyx

Poem to be Written

I'm leaving for the Promised Land,
I'll take with me my Drummer.
I'll hold on to all my memories,
Be gone before late summer.

I don't know if the people there
Will share my native tongue.
A circle has been my influence.
Each tuneless song been sung.

As I'm weaving sun and moon,
I plan yet another poem.
My entire life I've been here,
So I must be heading home.

By S.H. Onyx

Quote of the day

"There's a fine line between reality and fiction. Those who embrace it are scientists. Those who ignore it are lawyers. Those who let it fade, are artists. Those who depict it, are well taught"
This one is by me