HORSEMAN OF WAR

HORSEMAN OF WAR

MARK A D Hay

2022

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Commanded send your sons to slaughter there is room for your daughter

Victims to the cause the apocalyptic horseman of war gives applause

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No turning back time just throw them untrained into the front line

No regretting this mindless insanity in this just male justified vanity

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Weeping and the wailing ignored no room to admit military failing

The unforgiving bullets cost is cheaper than the life that is forever lost

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Carrion birds soar only winners in man’s testosterone induced war

Maggots feed, cockroaches survive as man’s humanity takes a dive

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Defence makes sense when a tyrant raises and commits such offense

This is the 21stCentury & still mad men write their chapter to history

Reminiscing

Reminiscing

reminiscing it makes me sad but also happy

I remember when I was young and now I'm old

I see my children they are not little children any more

how I wish we didn't age or at least we did not die.

I reminisce of TV shows and the actors that are now gone

I think about the lives we lived and it makes me cry

knowing that some of my friends are dead and not alive

it feels like only yesterday i kissed my first girl

but I know it's just a memory but how I remember it well

why do we grow old and why do we get sick and why do we die

I know the Creator created everything to be the way it has been

but still I ask myself why oh why.

Reminiscing makes me cry but it also makes me happy

but how I wish it could be different

O, how I wish we would not die.

by Carlos Gomez/Water 11-28-22

Assimilated

Memories are just a life of past events assimilated in my head

I finally figured out how to live and now my life is over

Are my heart beats just memories of a past that keeps me alive?

Or a torture chamber that petrify my soul.

Are my thoughts the imaginary symmetry of the cosmic universe?

You know I tried to see the reason in the madness

And the chaos in the reasoning of intelligence

A flack of black birds occupy my window

And ants are crawling on the table.

The emptiness of my mind is the forgotten memories

And the memory is me in a time that is only existing in my head.

Is it crazy to want to be mad and yet relate intellectually

Or is it unreasonable to be intelligent and want to be crazy.

There remains only one of me the other two have died

But what really happen is that I engulfed me and myself

They didn’t really die they are assimilated into I.

A ghost is supposed to be the spirit of a dead person

And a person is supposed to be the living soul of a ghost

A memory is a ghost of thoughts that reflect life

Reach deep very deep into the subconscious

Remember what you never experienced

It unfolds into the shadowy gray of the unexplained

There is nothing new under the sun there is memory

Of events that have not happen.

By Carlos Gomez/water 5-25-14

I'M A WARRIOR, A VIKING

I've encountered many battles, I'm currently at war

Giving up is something that I simply don't stand for

I'm a warrior, a viking, it's in my DNA

I've been PTSD and Depression free for the past two hundred days

Just because my mind is free does not mean the hard work stops

I'll still lead my life with positivity, my high standards will not drop

I must be ready for anything, i must be prepared

When my illness posed a threat, war was what I declared

I'm battle hardened, i was built for this

My inner strength helped drag me straight from the abyss

During my moment of crisis, I never had much time

I had to start moving, my instincts told me to climb

I'm grateful for the struggle, it helped me to transform

The way I fought back and went on the attack was just like an art form

What didn't kill me made me stronger, my mindset had been changed

The thoughts inside my mind had been restructured and rearranged

I liked this new way of thinking, I felt so Incredibly strong

My illness told me I was a failure, I was determined to prove it wrong

Every day I was so positive, I took the power away from my depression

I had the perfect answer each time I was asked a question

My illness begs me to stop, each day I twist the knife

It is now my prisoner, it no longer has a life

I have built momentum, so much progress has been made

Hard work and dedication are the two things that I've displayed

My journey has been difficult, it's been quite the test

It's taught me to keep working hard and to always try my best

I've overcome adversity, I've conquered my fears

I'm now solely focused on helping each one of my peers

-Liam Kennedy

clown-witch

I miss you my

laughing

clown-witch.

Perched

between madness

and the edge of a cliff.

You always wanted to know

what would happen

if you messed with magick

and you found out.

Well,

I hope you gave Death

a good show.

Because

the rest of us

will never know.

-clw

C. Ward

The song of the unsung:Wordplay:H-DOT

So yesterday's were brilliant,

But it seems his life's resilient,

On the surface hides,

In the patterns rhymes and feelings,

As he pens in blood vermillion,

Trying to justify,

As the world turns while he's speaking,

In a language human beings,

Try to understand,

To the lonely hearts that's reading,

Who keep searching for the meaning,

Left to circumstance,

I'm a withered tree once mighty,

Over looking streams,

Skipping rocks in dreams,

I'm reflecting in this writing,

Still as waters deep,

So my thoughts should be,

When the emptiness inside me,

In an unsung song,

With no melody,

In the darkness tries to guide me,

That's the nature of,

This mentality,

In the patterns rhymes and feelings,

Clothing naked eyes,

It's a great disguise,

When you're wearing all these feelings,

That you've tried to hide,

Every pain resides,

In compartments deeply buried,

In your head at times,

Like forgotten crimes,

And the weight alone gets heavy,

Rest assured your pride,

Keeps it all inside,

Then the skeletons appearing,

Tend to socialize,

Ghosts of broken lives,

In the end a song for grieving,

Lay your roses down,

For the end is nigh,

-Kelly Ephraim Benjamin Jordan

Picked Off One by One

Good cheer setting traps

today and every other

misinformed day

for the toppers and queens

and everything else

falsely growing green

in the garden.

I’ve been handed a map

of every unearthly mask

that cowardly tries

to evade and get saved

from all that thrives

in that paved over

garden.

When the pickers arrive

forced to dollars a day

to only survive

they’ll know nothing more

than the garden becoming

a whore ridden circus.

©cmd 2022 [aka o.monger]

Melting

I will be watching the sun melt the snow.

Some may think there’s more important

things to do but I’ve been watching Nature

a long time directly and at a glance

and the way she speaks is something 

to listen to.  The west hillsides will be

the first to melt.  There will be

ditches where the sun doesn’t reach,

the backside of trees where snow clings

to the bark, where the heat and light

can’t reach until the sun slips the mid-point

of the sky.  Eventually, the sun melts the snow,

what was covered is revealed, what is hardy

survives winter, that resurrection force that flows

through everything green, all water, all creatures

great and small, you and me.

I’ll watch the snow melt today; those who 

understand, understand.  Those who don’t

can’t dance to those resurrection blues

that need something buried to rise again.

-Byron Hoot

hootism:  knowing limitations is the first act of freedom.

 hootnhowlpoetry.com 

Intimations of Gray

By now the first light should have appeared. 
It is a gray morning.
I muse more and more about gray mornings,
what they mean, the metaphysical intimations,
 if I’m seeing what I need to see
or am waiting for what is to come.  
It takes three sets of eyes to see –those that look behind,
those that see where I am, those looking ahead.
The yarrow sticks are cast.
The sun rising behind a deep pink cloud.

-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com