kaleen_jean
Proud Member
I have decided to be brave and post my MJ inspired poems. Please don't let me be the only one to post one here. If you have one lets see it!
Here we go...
I wrote this between July 7&8 2009
And This one is from 2003
Here we go...
I wrote this between July 7&8 2009
The Moon Is Crying
Gold under rose
Dust under that
A voice silenced
And a soul flown
The stars are mourning
And the moon is crying
Excitement and joy
To pain
Like day goes into night
Tears unto the sea
Might grows darker
Stars sleep forever
None but the moon still shine
An empty spotlight
A hole in the stage
Ghost of a tune
Bird song on wind
Brilliant for a shining moment
Slipping to infinity
Peace Attained
Of a woeful dream
All trumpets sounding together
Singing the praise again
High Flying adored
finally touched down
The flower of peace
Bloomed
Tears Unto the sea
Like night into day
From pain
Excitement and joy
Gold under rose
dust under that
The stars are mourning
The moon is crying
Gold under rose
Dust under that
A voice silenced
And a soul flown
The stars are mourning
And the moon is crying
Excitement and joy
To pain
Like day goes into night
Tears unto the sea
Might grows darker
Stars sleep forever
None but the moon still shine
An empty spotlight
A hole in the stage
Ghost of a tune
Bird song on wind
Brilliant for a shining moment
Slipping to infinity
Peace Attained
Of a woeful dream
All trumpets sounding together
Singing the praise again
High Flying adored
finally touched down
The flower of peace
Bloomed
Tears Unto the sea
Like night into day
From pain
Excitement and joy
Gold under rose
dust under that
The stars are mourning
The moon is crying
And This one is from 2003
A Poetic Injustice
Falsities
Lies
Cruel and torturous claims of truth
Sent out by mouth
Or written ink of pen
From not can you run
Neither can you hide
Spread like plague
Through the vermin
Of our societal underground
The wounded lay sheathed
By masks of plastic and cloth
Surrounded by the dead
Fountains of black ink still flowing from their veins
A written hell
Survived by few
Never left unscathed
The rest
Those dead or to injured to fend them off
Are picked apart by the vultures
Rank and foul stench
Follows each and every one
These monsters do not have mercy for those
Left withering in their shadows
Horrid tortures
Vividly described by truth less tongues
Evidence, fabricated
Words, scripted
All in betraying
Those they see fit as evil
In a hellish torture
To destroy a life
Stealing the blood soaked dollar
From the living breathing chest
Of the hell ridden victim
I have More but I think Two is good for nowFalsities
Lies
Cruel and torturous claims of truth
Sent out by mouth
Or written ink of pen
From not can you run
Neither can you hide
Spread like plague
Through the vermin
Of our societal underground
The wounded lay sheathed
By masks of plastic and cloth
Surrounded by the dead
Fountains of black ink still flowing from their veins
A written hell
Survived by few
Never left unscathed
The rest
Those dead or to injured to fend them off
Are picked apart by the vultures
Rank and foul stench
Follows each and every one
These monsters do not have mercy for those
Left withering in their shadows
Horrid tortures
Vividly described by truth less tongues
Evidence, fabricated
Words, scripted
All in betraying
Those they see fit as evil
In a hellish torture
To destroy a life
Stealing the blood soaked dollar
From the living breathing chest
Of the hell ridden victim