DEAD AND DYING. By Jason Abaga

Someone should write a poem, for all the dead and dying;
Of how inside their homes, the blood is red and drying.
Of how night came upon them, with flames and desolation.
Of faces fraught with terror, and fear and resignation.
Someone should write the words, to comfort the bereaved
Who saw what knives and swords, had done. And those who grieve:
The ones without their parents, the friends who weep alone.
Who know the pain that settles and seeps into the bone.
Someone should write the story of all the dead and dying;
Some scribe should write it nicely, who is not bled as I am;
 Some go-getter poet better who can get it done.
Someone should write this history, and if you are the one…
Tell them about the crying, tell any who will listen,
That there are people dying, and there are children missing.
They took young men’s lives, and infants from their mothers.
Ask if we should hope or seek deliverance from another.
Tell of the sons and daughters, murdered as they slept.
Tell of the slain and slaughtered, and elders who have wept.
Tell them the streets are bleeding, the gutters running red.
Tell them the people grieving have asked if God is dead.
Tell them of all the anguish, of drowning in its flood.
And speak it in their language of shit and piss and blood.
Of naked women taken, raped, and men they execute.
Of lying waiting, aching knowing that the next is you.
Tell them of dying nameless, in blood and excrement
And of surviving flames to perish in the next event.
Of how when the fires die, the stench of burning flesh
Rises to the sky, until the cycle turns afresh.
Tell them about the students, they ones they’ve been kidnapping.
And if they wonder why, explain what must be happening.
Tell them of homes abandoned, who see misfortune rising.
Repeat the names of all the dead until they memorize them.
A man is dust and ashes, a soul but breath and wind.
And life too quickly passes, with solace left unhinged.
 So write of all the innocent, the victims of their plotting.
Call them: The Taken, or The Lost, but never The Forgotten.
Someone should write it all, because my words are bitter.
The pain to chronicle this, is more than I considered.
The skill it takes to craft it, is more than I have got.
Someone should write it all, for God knows I cannot.

WHY HATRED?

Why do we hate when it hurts?
Hate… it comes with the highest cost…pain.
To hate means to hurt, to feel sorrow and the constant struggle
It attacks from every angle, feigning for tears and heartache.
Fools hates, for they willingly submit themselves to despair,

Why do we embrace hatred?
Why do we choose to believe in something that mocks every emotion?
Is it fear itself, or human nature, survival instinct?
Will science discover the reasoning for such insanity?
Of all the worlds’ mysteries, hatred remains unsolved.

I am in pain,
I have drained all hope
Diminished all optimism for hate,
to drown in my own tears, alone

Why do we hate, more importantly…why do i?
Are we scared to be alone, or are we trapped in sick game destined for failure?
Do we enjoy pain, the taste of the salt on our tears.
Or simply is it the desire to feel something magical.

I am lost, I am alone
I feel as if every gesture is unwanted, unnoticed
My sadness consumes me, yet…
I persist, I keep trying,
To control the very demon that steals life from my beating heart,
Hatred, is the devils’ game, and I am but a slave to its trickery.

INSIDE OUT

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair and doom
Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl whose world is torn apart in different piece
Outside lives a girl with an amazing smile that brightens up the day,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger everyday
Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and unhappy memories.
Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who isn't strong enough.
Outside lives a girl full of life and vibrancy
yet inside hides a girl whose life is full of pain not worthy of remembrance
Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.
Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl who needs some condolence
Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in a world of confusion.
What you see on the outside is her personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine at a glance.

GRACE OF THE SOUL

The character that build within

Comes from making all kinds of sins

It is with trial and error

That we can truly face our terror

You know that you are coming into grace

When not a bit of your history do you want to erase

For it were not for making mistakes

Could we slowly begin to become awake

The " grace of my soul " 

Is allowing my true self to unfold

I feel that for the first time that I am coming into my own

I don't just feel it in my mind,but also in my every bone

Slowly the internal scars

Begin to disappear when you know who you are

Every other aspect seems to become less

When your mind can rest

The personal battles begin to cease

When you arrive at peace

I had always felt my life was a scrambled sketch

And that I was nothing but a wretch

Now my mind is like a serene field

And I cannot help but yield

In this beautiful internal dwelling

That softly begins telling

The loveliness of this world 

to a girl

Who was shy and meek

For now I seek

The guidance of my mind

And I listen to each and every heartbeat

I am just now starting to feel complete

For we all come with a different bodily mold

It is up to each and everyone of us how our story is told

WHAT IS POETRY?

What is poetry?

A turning loose of emotion of the soul that finds its thought

Through all the mysteries that the human mind can't sought

The magical of words ; a reminder of the richness and diversity of existence

Human out flow of powerful emotion; going beyond the heart resistence

A systematic creation of rhymes;written with the beauty of words

A masterpiece of ones inner breed that is worth above laurels and awards

A spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling

That which encapsulate the unseen which keeps the heart reeling

A thought that takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility

A revolt against artifice,a revolt in a sense against actuality

A mirror that makes beauty out of distorted world

An instrument of peace gotten with a magical pen not with gun and sword 

A language that speaks the words behind every tears and the mystery behind every smile

That which even the reality of life can't explain from a thousand mile 

A thought that breathe and words that burn in the archive of ones mind

An engrave writing on the walls of our heart that can't be blown by the wind

A framework of words that encapsulate our entire life

All that is worth remembering even in the afterlife 

an art of uniting pleasure with the truth

To see clearly prophecy and religion all in one root

This is the deification of human reality

Writing fueled with real emotions of true sincerity

A plucking at the heartstrings and making music with its beautiful rhymes

Notes of melodies and beats of the heart in each lines

A boned idea nerved and blooded with emotions all held together by delicate tough skin of words

A language in which man explores his own amazement of the wonders of the world

A robe , a royal apparel in which truth asserts its true worth

In an array of the divinity of truth

Poetry is the iota of hope and a verbal therapy in a crazy world

A life unseen in a world of emotion expressed with words

FORSAKEN LOVE

Broken hearts, love's deceit, 

pieces fall down to my feet. 

Broken promises, love's a lie, 

puddles form from tears I cry. 

Broken dreams, love's illusion, 

sorrowed cause of your intrusion. 

Broken hope, love's a game, 

doesn't last, ends the same. 

Broken sleep, love's the cause, 

digs at me with sharpened claws. 

Broken spirit, love of sorrow, 

stolen now is my tomorrow. 

Broken life, love is lost, 

Broken now and that's the cost.

BEYOND WORDS

There you are distinguished amongst the rest, 

As the clarity of nature once again is manifest, 

Through layers of warmth I see beyond your smile, 

The volition and intellectual acuity of your classy style, 

That Attributes the definition of a perfect woman,

A woman whose strengthen the weakness of any man, 

The analogy that yield to your beauty within,

Attempt to analytically describe how elegant you are before they even begin, 

The universe's beauty could be seen through your eye, 

Beyond the glory of the earth and adventure of time, 

If the magic of smiles are real,

then yours gat the charming power to entrail,

The rhythm of life is shown at your gracious movement, 

Like the serenity of the ocean in absolute wonderment, 

You are the life that sprouts in spring,

And at your human capacity lies all the joy that life brings, 

You are the song the nightingale sing, 

The melody on the harps of angel string, 

You are the poem my pen longth to write, 

With you my human wrongs are made right, 

You are a fine line of words that defines human beauty, 

So fragile it seem but yet so pretty,

You are the wind that grace my meadows, 

Of thought and lights up my weary shadows, 

You are the sun after my darkest night, 

That lights up everything in sight, 

Of life you are much of a mirth, 

As if the joy that welcomes birth, 

You are a beauty personified in earth, 

A locke of immeasurable worth,

A wonderful mystery that need not to be solve, 

An aura of perfection made from heaven above, 

If I had a choice I will choose you over air,

For air can't be compare to you that can't be found elsewhere.

THE BROKEN LADY STORY

Her tears are falling; Her heart is hurting,

Thoughts cloud her mind; was all that time really worth it?

Regretting every moment; every memory,

Crying because it hurts and there is no remedy,

Trying to forget what they shared; their melodies.

Wishing that it never happened; that she fought her destiny,

But just sitting back and taking it because it's meant to be.

Her heart broken in two pieces; swearing on her love,

Trying to forget the magical moment; like heaven above.

She falls to her bed; lying down against it looking up,

Millions of thoughts on her mind; the pain is too much.

Questioning her life and what she did to lose it,

picking up the phone to tell him she loves him,

Ready to ask him that she'll do anything to prove it.

But he cuts off the phone and she is left speechless,

as her heart beats grow slower; her love is a weakness.

She sits in a corner; crying over the fact he cheated,

Swearing to never again to trust love; never again believe it.

Broken; full of misery and sorrow; left alone,

This is what happens if you treat them wrong; you break their souls.

THE LOST SOUL

I see the pain in your eyes;the inferno of hatred glowing in disguise,
I can feel the pain of anguish hidden in your pride;pain of loneliness on your emotional ride,
The radiance of your face grooming in fear;agonizing screams is all we can hear,
Feeling the burns of misery running through your veins;internal bleeding of the loss and the gains,
The past hunting you with terror; arrays of your mistakes in both pain and horror,
Paths graven by evil and the wrongs;the road map of a soul grasping for little hope to be strong,
No beacon of light just darkness;a life that knowth no peace just fear and serene madness,
Feel my soul you say breathe the air that i am breathing;Feel my lost hope, feel the misery that i am feeling,
Life will never change for you just passing with every season;The pain that you feel, the internally bleeding for no cause no reason,
The tears that you cry;the river of pain that will never run dry,
Through the nights infested by stings of betrayals;the stigma of life's denial,
gather the pieces of your broken heart and lost hopes; the broken dreams all seen in blind horoscopes,
To see the bar line of your blind lust for sin; the wickedness you fizz in a loud din,
The joy of people you took away;the light of hopes you never showed the way,
The faces you fraught with terror and fed with fears;the children you drowned in pool of blood and in tears,
The women you took their pride;taken through sexual and lustful ride, for you life will never be a bliss; i hope you feel my grief as you are reading this,
The pain to chronicle this is more than I can sought;The skill it takes to craft it, is more than I have got,
No matter how hard you try you can't run away from your tomorrow;cos it looks as good as a broken mirror.

VOICE OF NO ONE

I am
the voiceless scream echoing beneath the lifeless pit of the underworld
For which life has been deprived of by the cruelty of the real world

I am
The soul that was never allowed into circle of life
By the ungrateful beings who never valued the importance of life

I am
The divinity of God's blessing to the world but an ephemeral to man
A subject to hatred and rejection to bad omen

I am
That unborn child who is denied of reproductive freedom
Forcefully faced maternal rejection from human kingdom

I am
The hope that was never allowed to see the light of the day
one who can never be saved no matter how hard I pray

I am
The joy that was gritted with sorrow
The extinguished light for a better tomorrow

I am
The gift of happiness trampled with hatred
Without a faint of my infant cry on earth been heard

I am
The voice that can never be heard by no one
Call me the aborted child or better still the dead one

LIFE OF NO REGRET

For all the steps that were never taken;Dreams yet to be awaken
Moments that were never made;Memories that will never fade
Actions that went awfully wrong;Betrayer that made me strong
Questions left unanswered;Prayers that were never answered
Friends that turned foes;People that stepped on my toes
Enemies made in the neighborhood ;Friendship that turn into brotherhood
Lessons that were learnt;Emotional fight that got my heart burnt
Hate that almost tore me apart;Love that find it way to my heart
Words that were left unsaid;All the tears that were shed
Heart that were left untouched;Lives that were never touched
The eternal silence that got broken;The dooms that gave no token
Challenges that got my knees to the ground;Circumstances that turned my life around
Decisions that were made right;The darkness that turned into light
Waves of emotion that lasted for a while;memories that made me smile
Weaknesses that beget strength;Choices that went arms length
The restless and eager wraith;Fears that turned into faith
The sorrows that turned happiness;The joy that drove away sadness
Tears that turned into laughter;My life in a whole new chapter
I will go on living my life instead;My entire world that still lies ahead
Inspite of all the wrongs and threat;My life is that of no regret

CATCH MY TEARS

An endless scream of silence and pain of my heart as the tears fall;
Memories that erupt and remind me of the history and years before.
The anguish and despair i faced; the emotional challenges i raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place.
choices that demand a decision instantly; no time to think and say,
the skies that blaze red in sight like fire growing day by day.
if you could understand the language of my heart;
the silent screams; the violent dreams of a shadow like trident fiend.
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying;
distressing every tear to it's limit when flowers are dying.
The eyes leak water because the heart is sick of trying,
and forcing a fake smile to show; it's sick of lying.
let my heart bleed to end my mind says;
darkness that covers what my eyes see; the small light rays.
No body cares in this world especially for what I say,
no love amongst family and this is why I fade.
My friends that turn away ripping pieces from my heart,
those who in my sight were true at the start.
and then truth departs and travels away very far;
and then the light that once was has suddenly turned dark.
The smile i used to believe in the mirror has turned lethal;
manipulating reality i saw and manifesting itself in evil.
My heart is scarred; slashed; shattered and broken,
yet finds a way to survive like another door that has opened.
My speech my poetry may they be for those behind a token,
For remembrance of life's realities and the future remains floating.
Catch my tear and feel my pain;
Catch my tears in the rain.
Dry my eyes when you've learnt my name ,
for i shall never again be the same.

HER HEART POEM

Her heart deareth to speak;her heart longeth ears to listen,

Her thoughts fused with emotion enough to stop the cycle of life season.

Her words written on template of pain;carefully structured beyond mind,

A flow of malaise and melody; that which no song can transcript her poetic chimes.

Her heart made from nothing but broken pieces of failed trust,

An object of man's infatuation;a guest at the table of human lust.

She is a mermaid who dwelleth and swimeth at the ocean of her own tears,

struggle of her emotional world;a conflict against temptations and desires.

This is a letter from a distorted heart; scarred; slashed; shattered and broken into fragments, 

Silent dreams,serenaded fantasies;Wretched Agony, Confusion surrounding every segment.

This is a poem from a heart that seeketh some semblance and Sepulchral feeling,

This is a plead from a broken lady that is in need of a taste of love and its healing.

if you could understand the language of her heart;the unheard scream bursting through her guts,

The pain that she feels; internal burns beaming around all her emotional thoughts.

She is tired; tired of hurt, tired of a repeating cycle of heart breaks,

She no longer wants to be put through emotional trials and heart aches.

She's tired of enduring the pains ; tired of tears traveling down the road of her soft cheek,

She seek for affection ; consort and above all true love at its peak. 

She wants to stop bleeding;she wants to keep breathing,

She wants to keep living ; she longs for true love and its deeper meaning.

Somebody save her; somebody embrace her,

Somebody hold her ; somebody love her.

Somebody show her the way to emotional ecstasy,

Someone take her off the trail of pain;far away from island of lust and its fantasy.

Someone play her the melodies of true romance;the tune of angels plucking a string from harps upon each droplet,

a bliss of paradise soothed and well grinded than the taste of chocolate.

Someone please get to her ; save her before she loses her mind,

For she is an epitome of beauty ; a rare gem of a lady who is hard to find.