"Punk and Personality"

Anger wells in side me

as the sleepish time is bred

earnestly pacing forward

hoping for comfort.


Who are you to judge me

while all you see are clothes

the site of me unerving

tattered and ugly.


Tatoos represent beauty

as for freedom are the holes

trying to break from these

steryotypical people

I am

A solider.

"A Fallen Angel"

The infinite shadows
for weakness she creep
holding no
self preservation.

The abomination of her
Conscience lies the keys
to self mortification.

The devilish liquid creeps
Close to her face
her cracked lips
part their ways.

Hoping to be rid, of all the pain
from memories, time again.

Emptiness from her soul and heart lie
entrapped by all tempeatation.

Unable to think of all the lies
looking to her children
and god for sanction.

"Time"

Who am i?
To tell of time
When time, i speak of not.

Tears i cry, for time i weep
All passions seen, at cost.

Born at wait, decisions made
Knowledge, misunderstood.

A simple man for patience, i speak
In time my lore will tell.

Lacerations, of the truth be told
my breath be seen'th not.

Secrets floating on the wind
Fade to dust as time is lost.

Angel Child

"Who am I?
But a slave to fate,
Shackled, by past regrets,
and future achievements....................

Stand strong little boy, stand strong,

Influenced,
By the lack of motivation,
Poured, into my soul,
prodded by the knives of countless terrors..................

Hold tight little boy, stand strong,

Life,
Given to me by god,
And yet taken away by those so dear to me,
Evils of the scripture overtake my conscience....................

Think right little boy, stand strong,

A feather,
Floating on the wind,
An endless sea of faces
forevermore
Lost,labled and exiled.....................

Stand strong little boy, stand strong,

Wisdoms gained,
Emotions i felt, burdons lifted,
my soul grows lighter....................

Live on little boy, stand strong

Years have passed,
I am,
The brilliance that shines before you,
Stronger than ever,
The ever growing flame that lights your path.
I am a hero.....................

Stand strong,

The elements,
Of failure no longer exist,
These wisdoms I gained,
Passed for generations,
Shifting through this sea of faces,
I have found my true, identity.......................

I am an Angel" ©

"Illusion"

Who am I?

You say

A simple man?

Says she

Open your mind's

And your eyes will listen.©

Capitol Punishment

Alone, in a dark room, I await my sentence,
Theft my crime,
Mother walks in, like an executioner,
A leather belt dangles, from her hand, like a cat of nine tails,
Screams pierce the air,
Ill tempered as she be, I alone stand strong as the intrepid warrior,
Pain erupts across my back,
My treatment intensifies,
Whimpering, weak
I drop to my knees,
Pushed from behind, I fall to my face,
Tears soak the carpet as I cry,
I am angered,
At the fact that I am a senseless criminal,
It is my fault,
The cookie was not mine to take
Whipped again
"I am sorry" I plead,
A devilish grin creeps over her face,
My back aches,
Welts form, blood drips,
I feel hate,
For being six,
Angering mother,
I should not have taken,
What’s not mine.© Dunn

Forgotten

Upon this pedestal you sit,
After years of friendship,
We grow more Distant,
Need,

My Economic troubled conscience,
There's help if i need it,
Going on,
Well fares,
food stamps.

Change,

The likelihood of this relationship,
Overshadowed by your wealth and social status,
Power,
Beyond measure,
As far as the eye can see,

Invisible now more,
Friends we once were,
Forgotten,
As the dust,
At your feet. © Dunn

Children of the Future

In this land of plenty
so many of us have few
Born as stars
Degraded, labled
And exiled.

In our social economic struggles
no
Families to blame
We
Children are the future
hungry
And homeless.

In our struggle to break free
from these shackles
And these chains
raised in
shacks and shanties
No hope
no
Future.

I our break for freedom
our
hardships understood
look happily on tommorow
for
We are the children
Of the Future. © Dunn

Jagiael's Poetry Corner

‘An Error of Reflection’


'Time is swallowed, freedom has no place
What a life to live, a reflection I see
As the tears; run down my face.

Life is given, education is kept
The mind gets real cloudy, serpents tighten round my neck
As in all wretchedness' what shackles these be
To live a life un-bold, un-free.

You may have lived many years, don’t let it torment your soul
A stake of religious faith, hammered into your skull
Time, time again freedom has no place, what a life to live,
As these tears; run down my face.

To kneel at a cross for what higher powers may be
To crucify yourself, because what others may perceive
Just look in the mirror so many things to achieve
Hey, hey, hey who's in charge, is it them or is it me.

Who am I? I say
In the shadows I creep,
A whip for a tongue, omission I speak
Look real close don't let them fool ya'
Don't let these people around you, pave your future.

So many things to breathe in, as insecure, I might be
Bad as these errors, in this reflection I see
I realize now, that this, this, this is my turn
Feeling stronger now, I am beginning to see,
I, I, I am the one who has created me. © Dunn