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| | "Brutal Hearts"Page 1 of 7 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) | Yeah, she ripped my whole heart out.
Replaced it before my lungs gave out.
My heart was sick and filled with much hurt.
Now my blood circulates more fluently in this new excert.
No more need to exert energy just to breath
My words are now always on time with this new heart beat.
I'd say it took a couple days for this crucial organ to take
As expected in reflection on the reach for help I made
With everything I had, I got my words in.
I had faith she was the one, the ultimate heart sergeon.
Now I have lots to write about and confidence to add lib.
She reached in my chest and didn't crack a rib.
Writer's block now does not affect me one bit,
My thoughts and feeling flow from me like a leaky siv.
Interested? My style was not invented
It was influenced by many and put together as a kid.
Now I am a man who understands how to be intransive.
Come again? guess what.. for you, I have another gift.
I wish to lift your spirits when you yourself are low.
Girl! Boy! Never forget to grow.
That means being real to yourself, admitting and forgiving you're still not a pro
Don't for one second, regret and feel you should give up, and just know..
Personally, I've done it for myself through all the years I bent and bowed. | |
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| Brutal Hearts
Posted: 7/28/2012 12:36:15 PM | But regardless of how I mess it up with a stupid line.
I need to be hit like I request so that I'll know I am fine.
Need to be hit down on my way up and hit up on my decline.
So please hit me so I feel it. friend? I need it so in failure it's worth my time.
Im...kind....of losing touch with my.......rhyme?.....no,find?.....no, mind?.....maybe,
bu theres gotta be something else to bring this to completion...what's missing?
Im slipping here... might be going queer.
My fear: I can not steer this to it's destination alone
I can't keep crying to my friend, everytime this happens, on the phone.
In this world, the reason I came?
Why else? unless to be framed
Next to you as what we became
Still, myself, I will always blame
for the misconception spread when concieving me
In the moment, although I enjoyed it, it still made me bleed
Yes, undefined is my creed
everchanging like this world, as my ultimate dream
Changing my attitude when I let out steam
As much as Im burning, my hug burned you
Not my intentions, my love is true
Keeping on this search with no propped up clues
Maybe I should just sing the blues..
Boohoo..Theres nothing I can do.
A sad excuse to use instead of starting new
When feeling dead, I'll crawl, drag myself if I have to
Pain is temporary, I do not feel this bruise.
I must do this so hit me when I boast
Put me in my place if you can come close.
A bit of advice, catch me when Im weak
Play along when I show my chic
Hit me hard when I reach that peak
but peek in on my life when I'm living meak.
Read my lyrics when it sounds like Im speaking greek. | |
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| Brutal Hearts - Bedouin Sound Clash
Posted: 7/28/2012 1:04:57 PM | Are you the Brutal Heart
Are you the Brutal Heart that I've been looking for
Cause if you're looking for love, you can look for that door
Hearts
Hearts that break the night in two
And arms that can't hold you that true
So use me
So use me
I don't mind at all
I don't mind that you only call me when you want
And Im just glad you want me at all
Hearts
And hearts that break the night in two
And arms that can't hold you that true
So use me
So use me
So are we Brutal Hearts?
Are we Brutal Hearts that break the night in two?
Because I just want this night with you
Well I don't like the man
I don't like the man that I am
I just want this night with you
Well then lets take this night from black to blue
Well then lets take this night from black to blue
So use me
So use me
BEDOUIN SOUNDCLASH - BRUTAL HEARTS LYRICS | |
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| Brutal Hearts
Posted: 7/28/2012 1:49:33 PM | and it does me no good to sprint when you take a gun and****it
when I do this, I feel less than the lint in your pocket
But if I stay, I just shock you,
rock the world and mock you
I apologize for this demise
just know I had you in mind
and tried to give you the world I had in my eyes
A beautiful paradise, I never considered the price
I would pay, it killed me
but for some reason I am still alive
Life is precious and I know the clichee
So let me put it in a different way
Even a non-believer should still pray
So when our hair turns grey we still have the ability to play
and stay as we were at the age of 5. Just as we had begun,
that young, remember at 85 we can still have fun.
Spun like a top, on perscription pills popped,
3 times a day and still at that age,
able to get up, dance and hop.
Given at birth and for what it's worth
I always thought something would come from this hurt
But maybe it did. I know I'll never do that again.
I know I got out of that bed.
Ill never let it down, and I dread
not being given a second chance, my eyes shed
tears like you wouldn't believe..please tell me we are still friends
and I know it depends on how I act through these trends
Im still the same due to your positive influence
even through the broken heart, I know it worked out for the best.
The one to break my heart after 21 years of heartache
Hurt the hurt right out of me. Shocked to the core. I felt nothing for the whole day.
And finally found the words to say.
Girl, you got some mean skills.You made a clean kill. A new life has come my way.
Still the same life but something changed in the instant
A new heart and now Im carefull of who I let in.
I said you were the best and you most certainly are.
The best and worst goodbye, and now you're not the one, not by far.
You did you're job and I can not ask for more.
The only one who could have done it. Now on my feet, I leave, no ill feelings, and have a feeling what for. | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 8/2/2012 10:01:47 AM | Pain is not a welcome friend,
though it may visit till the end.
It’s there that all the world may see,
that without love there’s misery.
For love can’t be, without free will,
and without it all would be still.
To live in love and there remain,
live through love - to exile pain. | |
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| Re: Your Vision Shared
Posted: 8/3/2012 8:13:44 AM | Hello 'fishundead',
My words cannot do justice to your sharing and the 'vision' .
This poem shares a wonderful view of how it is to be; one and at peace with your natural environment.
The trees, the elemental sky, your native spirit, kinship with the forest and its creatures.
Your prose were evocative, I felt as though I were there instead of you.
I loved the contrast between the careless meditation and outsider threat.
For me the form is poetic prose.
Have you considered writing a novel; sharing more visions ?
I think your quality justifies it.
I am also impressed by your poetic manifesto for a 'good man' in your Profile section; so much of it rings true.
Thankyou for sharing.
Richard | |
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| The memory
Posted: 8/3/2012 11:22:13 AM | Stifling and close
on this bus.
Sitting next to me a guy did utter
'why do you have that tattoo on your shoulder?'
'A reminder' said I with a smile
'Why would you want to remember a heart being eaten?' this guy said...
I looked at him with a smile,
wishing that he could understand
what I was going to say.
'It's not that kind of broken' I answered in reply.
Perplexed and dismissive
he swished my utterance away
looked out the window and heard not a message that I tried to say.
Smiling within... never mind. | |
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| The Morning
Posted: 8/3/2012 3:52:14 PM | Bravo 'fishundead',
I'm gripped, more, more ...
Richard | |
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| A Pair a' Dice
Posted: 8/4/2012 1:42:29 AM | This ^^ all this ^^ wow...
these are some of the most evocative lines i've ever melted into.
I just had trouble extracting myself from them.
stunned
wow
:) | |
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| River mys..
Posted: 8/5/2012 3:03:12 AM | Am still greatly enjoying,
will keep bumping it up for others to see. | |
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| Back in Place
Posted: 8/8/2012 2:08:48 PM | I'm still enjoying this immensely 'Fishuntied', thanks for explaining the guiding premise, it is fascinating.
Not sure if I am up-to-date, computer goes to 'main menu' when I select 2nd page.
the last line I read was,
'I look back up at the sky...and wait for the stars.'
Richard | |
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| The stars Song
Posted: 8/9/2012 2:14:41 PM | I think I'm up-to-date Fishunwise, don't wait for me, I can always catch up.
Richard | |
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| The stars Song
Posted: 8/15/2012 5:53:06 AM | Are having difficulty accessing page 2 again fishunwise.
Richard | |
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| The stars Song
Posted: 8/15/2012 5:55:37 AM | Your appear to have lost all the posts by fishunwise fishunreel, its a collossal shame, would appreciate a repost.
Richard | |
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| Butterly
Posted: 9/2/2012 7:54:09 AM | Butterfly
This is a thread that will entail of a few things:
Some interesting real life stories of mine that may shed light on my poetically expressive story. Some you will find quite humorous, enlightening with poetic justice. It will also include some poetry,
Also including positive “shout outs”, no names mentioned, but hopefully a drift caught,
As well as my own perspective of etymology, something I have much interest in, please share :)
Paraply (Danish) (The Y has a U sound)
Parapluie (French) (Pluie means rain)
Umbrella (English)
I quote Wikipedia: Para meaning (originating from the Greek preposition para that means: "beside, next to, near, from," and also, "against, contrary to," similar with Sanskrit para "beyond"; Latin pro "before, for, in favor of,")
Sommerfugl (Danish) (Fugl means bird) (Sommer means Summer)
Papillon (French)
Butterfly (English)
Papir (Danish)
Papier (French)
Paper (English) | |
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| Butterly
Posted: 9/2/2012 12:14:31 PM | The rest of the stories to be told should be fun. but this one needs to be told because I believe it is the butterfly in the ear.
There once was a time when this butterfly could not rhyme.
was at a point. when not even a joint could settle his mind.
The butterfly was swot at from many angles
This butterfly ponder which direction he would wrangle.
He decided he would enlist
and trained very hard for this.
70 consecutive push up was his.
ran laps asthmatic for this.
With the mentality it would be what would bring him through
gaining basic survival skills as well as adventure too.
was something wished for under his belt
was getting fed up with of people had him felt.
Not a choice to point and shoot.
but to make a difference wearing the boot.
Figuring, by chance put down, could be the event of saving one else
perhaps a young aghgan, thus reiforcing faith that canadian troops are to help
Passed each test with flying colors
a long list of jobs qualified for but he just muttered
Basic infintry is all I want
Then was questioned, and was honest, (no embellished font)
Im honest, ill say, disclosed mild drug experimentation of a prior day
a year prior, so was put on a list to wait
He then went to university for english
but signed up late
one course he would take
early british literature, and droped out after a month
Said "I can't read this shit.." I am gone.
Then went to college and achieved a business diploma.
and never went back, in attempt to join the armed forces
Just a tale, of a very sweet butterfly
who had gotten pretty sick of life.
If not for his honesty would have very well took to the sands
was not afraid, was eager to become a man
Not to choose to unlist.
to enlist was his choice, but it was still a miss
Who knows how it would have turn out
if he had lied when such was questioned about
was not a coward, wish hero
was ready for it because felt zero.
Everything is fine now.
let it go, their are better stories
but i think this had to be said.
put it behind you as did i. | |
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| I feel...
Posted: 9/2/2012 11:00:05 PM | I feel..
like it doesn't matter what I do or what I say..
meaning something else twisted in someone else mind.
putting the occurance of this forum behind
but still... how can I express?
how can I flourish?
my love percieved as deciept?
whether from my heart is be..
or a hint in mystery?
I just wanted to write poetry..
now feel like I never ever want to do this ever again..
I just want to be a robot behind a desk.
Im seeing things, not in my mind
but right in front of my eyes
and it does not seem right.
very out of the ordinary
I am not blind
What is this?
Im as confused as anyone else,
Is the government just as fearfull as the people and ceo's, all in a quell?
But all each knows is from one's own cell.
We all make-believe this is hell.
I want to write a love poem with all my heart.
but I wish it to mean something.
For my mother's birthday, I've written time and time again.
and have been able to because there is something.
I would most definatly for someone special if something could last..
past the 1st or second date, or at least if something could be had..
and a poem like this or any from the past could mean anything to anyone..
tiss the risk of rap.
When something in mind is already installed..
at that point doesn't matter what for help's called
just a cry vanishing into mid air..
nothing but blank stares
fear filled ears..
I at least, back now, have my peers..
took a while to adjust returning home
very slowly, but this is not helping...
dont take this poem too seriously
just how I am feeling
today was disturbing
this morning too erie
something is messed up, and I haven't got a clue
but for some reason, like always, it's me in the middle, keeping true.
The people fearing
The government fearing
Companies fearing
I am fearing
You are fearing
Everyone fearing
The world is fearing
The animals...(I seen a couple squirrels)..they were just walking
I saw a skunk in my yard tonight, just walking.
Animals, just walking.
Is it hollowing already?
Thank God for my friends.
I Thank God for them blessed.
Please bless my family out of this mess.
Thank God for these poets right here on this site
For they too have sight.
and at times..
just like i, my friends and family almost lose sight.
but I feel...
...well.. I feel alright.
but certain others, im a little worried about.
People, say a prayer tonight.
I feel like it is not in my court
say a prayer and ask for what I ask for,
read this poem and do not contort
say a prayer and ask for guidance,
I can write love, and wish to with all my heart..
but what gives...
say a prayer. and dont just pretend.
im off to bed.
I am emptied out. running on empty
just feel taken from..
nothing different
it's how it has always been
anyone who puts there heart and mind out there in poetry,
knows how this is,
I appreciate you poets out there. Just know that.
Im off to bed, I ve lost too much sleep over this.
Tomorrow is a brand new day as it always is.
I'm getting tired of this.
I feel like my hearts love was taken,
not given back, and is why some must fight for it.
do not fear,
my fight is over
this poem here is the actual fight for it.
just a poem..
empty of love juices..
I cannot tell funny tales right now,
because am not feeling like laughing right now.
this world, around me, is filled with too much fear.
I do not know how to ease this for others..
only for myself, which is getting difficult
Say a prayer tonight with your heart and ask for forgivenss and guidance
as will I...
I feel...
like...
I just want to go to bed.
wake up tomorrow and start fresh.
I do not feel well right now...
I've given; nothing left..
Say a prayer to guide our gov..
Say a prayer to guide your love..
Say a prayer to clear the confused
Say a prayer to help yourself too.
Say a prayer to heal the greedy..
Say a prayer to strengthen the needy
Now...off to bed with me.
Sorry if it is bitter, but thats mustard for ya.. | |
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| The Dream
Posted: 9/3/2012 6:00:57 PM | You had my vision standing in a field.
Creatively explore and got a bit too real.
Now I give my dream that has been there forever.
No different then from anyone else's endeavour.
My dream is to have a normal life.
My dream is to have a wife.
and when that is..
suddenly to my family i exist
feel comfortable to party with my friends.
No more attempts of anwsering impossible questions.
suddenly I feel comfortable to be me.
I am me, but.. whats the point?
Pointed at and asked whats wrong with you?
"I don't know..why are you asking?"
"You're all alone"
Well this is my dream
when suddenly no more questions are asked
the queries a thing of the past
but its just a dream like a poem is just a poem
like a fictional story tells of an actual roam
I dont write love poems because I dont like to write of-
love lost
love waning or yearned
i want to write one of the actual thing
but nothing true to write about, just a dream
made the most of what was, I can not pretend
love develops in shared experiences, but I dont think you want to hear about my friends
just a dream; having a wife
having a normal life
not having to deal with questioning why i have not
just a dream I have always had
Ive' heard countless time of what to do and how to be
but none of it helps me,
its no different from how I be
just a dream to fit in with friends and family
just a dream of support
just a dream of cohort
I dont think
I dont see
I be and let be but
tiss just a dream.
causal sex does nothing for me
it does not solve my problems
and I have always known this
but go through with it anyway to be a normal person
it's alright
but I want a wife
but at this point
just a dream. | |
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| Forums
Posted: 9/4/2012 11:12:55 AM | I like being on the forum
Love the hiaku the most
Good way to spend time when life is borin
In between jobs, writing notes
No hopes of connection through msgs with girls
Too much expectations of meeting liar douches and prince charmings
For them, my head barely swirls
but my own situation can be somewhat alarming.
Im just going to have to pick up lying
and lie to my family
ya... there's someone..she has other plans
don't have to give a name or a profession
randomly, one comes along
no need for confession
see! I told you there was someone
and to their surprise,
this random girl
opens their fvcking eyes. :D | |
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| Sushi
Posted: 9/4/2012 12:23:30 PM | Sushi Sushi Sushi
Can taste real mooshi
but it tastes good on ma' tounge
Sushi Sushi Sushi
Can taste real mooshi
but I like how it' is' served rolled up
And now a' a' am on my way to a parlor
going to get me some lunch
and they love to see me there cuz i m' a' baller
they give me a little extra | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 9/4/2012 6:26:33 PM | MSG 5 VIRTUALRICH123
I tried messaging you but you don't accept messages from users that far from you . So I will ask here...
Pain is not a welcome friend,
though it may visit till the end.
It’s there that all the world may see,
that without love there’s misery.
For love can’t be, without free will,
and without it all would be still.
To live in love and there remain,
live through love - to exile pain.
Do I have your permission to send this to a friend of mine who I THINK could really relate to this. He is still a year later .. in pain over a lost love of his. No words I can say help him but I think these words will speak volumes to him. I'm not sure if you wrote it or not but it is well written.
Sorry to interrupt the flow guys...
don't mind me lol | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 9/4/2012 10:46:44 PM | ‘Journey’
in Swahili
meaning of ‘Sarfai’
Al safar algebra
Cane’dy
Candy سكر
sukkar cane sap
alchemy elixirs
Alchol azur jar cafe
mocha | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 9/5/2012 10:30:26 AM | Mocha
I like dubba dubbas
nothing too serious btw
but I used to be 3-5 cups a day
made boring worklife a better day
and I have to say, sir
when I came here first
I read your poems and was like "what's this guy saying??"
but read more and thought
this guy knows what he's talking about.
no doubt about that.
well skilled poetry, mr. looking. :) | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 9/5/2012 10:37:03 AM | And btw
my poem about sushi
was not about eating pof fishies
or eating v-jay jays
it was about eating sushi
because I like sushi
I then went out to eat some sushi
because sushi is yummi in my tummi
and has lots of vitamins
the poem was about sushi
the actual sushi that is served in a restaurant
and depicted my actual experience when I walk into that place.
litterally sushi, litterally a journey
litterally scrapes and cuts
litterally toughing through pain and keeping a head up
litterally figurative
litterlly meant to give
litterally I am not mad
litterally my family and peers are annoying
litterally my figures are metaphorically punned
litterally I wanted to have fun
litterally my first words should have been forgottun. | |
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| Live through Love
Posted: 9/5/2012 11:04:10 AM | Pain, In my case, I kinda do welcome.
If visits to the end, Im cool with that.
It’s there that all the world may see,
that without love there’s misery.
Yes in deed.
Love can't be without free will
And I am still free accepting heat and chill
The world when still, is alarming
At that point a fool begins disarming
but that is a different story
In a story of love,
translated, is a dis armed hug
It’s there that all the world may see,
that without love there’s misery.
...yep.
Love is not about saying. it is about showing.
like writing and workin and living
it is freedom to be self
when shown it is felt
arms and heart open with a punch dealt
tiss the meaning of the original poem of this thread
administered by someone I felt was a friend.
many months ago this happened
2 days later, on my feet again.
This girl thought she was queen of the world
and why? I dont know..but despite.
as for as I know, she is not on this website.
I dont care, she is a thing of the past
In me, a grudge has never been had.
I face to the face and I win.
have been grudged against many times by friends
whom are still friends.
My life and my eyes, always set on the future
dwelling, for me is something short lived,
but in the present time is something I do not ignore to deal with.
but anyway, I think I only have 2 post left for thought.
should I use them wisely?
I am free to be myself sooo I think not. :D | |
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