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Lucas Kyle Feb 2017
THE DEAD LAND

Awaken, my child.

Walk with me down this path.
This muddy path.
See yonder the splendid colors which fill the evening sky.
On your right are open plains, where horses gallop and children play.
On your left, laughter and music echo from afar.
Behind that smile, you always realize the grim reality that lies down the road.
Everyday you have awakened, as you have now, and walked this same path.
But you carry on.

Dusk turns to night. All that was light is now consumed by the darkness.
Enveloped by the fear, you know turning back leads to that blissful illusion.
But that is not your path.
It is not your bliss to partake in.
You carry on.

Alone you walk, fearing not the darkness, but the trials which lurk within.
Time and time again you have faced the darkness.
Time and time again you have cursed its name, wishing for your trial to end
Regardless of victory
Regardless of death.

You know morning will come once again.
Light will destroy the darkness and comfort demolish your fear.
Until night can no longer sing his song.

You have become the terrors of the night.

But for now, You carry on.

Into the Dead Land.

Awaken, My child.
Kyle Kulseth Jan 2017
Rushing.
Crashing.
Ocean fills my ears.
I'm stranded out here bobbin' with these others
after way too many beers.
Our ship started sinking
after parted ways and too much thinking.
We're all way too salty now
and all too soaked to swim to safety.

I've got
a notion, friend, to lay some blame
drop a few names, retreat again...
You are
a battleship, your big guns blaze
afloat on rage, bristling ardor.
      I'll calm you down, so dry me out
      or sink me now. We've spent enough
      on life.


Coughing.
Laughing.
Protests fill our ears.
It's frigid out here. Walking off these shudders
past the closing bars and jeers.
Boarded. Started singing
all our anthem cries from here to Longstaff.
"Land, **!" we cry sarcastically.
We're still too soaked to swim to safety.

*We've got
some way to walk, cover some ground.
pass a few blocks, we're lost & found.
The night
had shrunken down, contracted fast.
dark purple sky is bristling hoarfrost.
     We've warmed us up, so pull me out
      or sink me now. We've spent enough
      on life.
A week
with her
sought a
triumph that
would move
a clot
with hands
that were
a clock
when hour
set time
with yore
in fashion
then I
would adore
her more
than fore.
ring Oct 2016
A year has passed since I crashed my motorcycle.
The road rash had since been cast away.
The fast paced life was smashed together.
A singular bash that cached my memory.
Lights flash and whiplash has new meaning.
This thrash blinked my eyelash three days later.
Dreary forecast laid flabbergasted.
Hit-and-run
Ovi-Odiete Oct 2016
AN OVI/VICTORIA'S POEM
               COLLABORATION

What brings an undaunted Warrior down on his knees?"

It is a Woman,
A woman's tears can pierce into the most rigid of souls.
It is her charms and calls
that falls like splendors on morning leaves.
Her sway and bounce, that sends shivers into the hearts.

Such are the nights
she envelopes him in a tailwind,
both of them buoyed
in his regard
of her every thing.
Quenched and drunk
on the essence
of love in action
happen the mornings when he
is the rising sun itself
that draws her
like a mist from the ocean.


And as the moon transverses the lone sky, searching for a mystery to peruse the earth with brooding glow,
So she glows her man into a brighter him.
She encloses within her, moments of illumination, that even the darkest of souls cannot quench.
Such are the days of her unending rainfalls, where she wets up the shallowest of earth's depths....
Intertwining between seasons and spheres.
Her heart is like the endlessness of the ocean,
Constantly drawing him with her hips into a wave of boundless journey.

And so it is
as it always was
through the ages of transience,
their enigma constant,
unending prevailed
against the steely, storming skies
of angst en masse  
that would test loves mettle,
where true warriors, undaunted
rise above, arced
in kaleidoscopic triumph.


Ovi Odiete and Victoria©
All right reserved. 10/9/2016
1st verse. Ovi Odiete
2nd verse. Victoria

I.e, All verses in bold= mine
All verses in italic= Victoria

I particularly enjoyed this intense collaboration with victoria, the author of "QUAGMIRES AND QUANDARIES".... One of my best poem yet.
She writes and conjures enchantment and I thought of writing this poem with her.
The poem focuses on the strength of a woman over a man.
Her myriads of effects she has on a man's heart and how she can bring him down on his knees begging.
It is an intertwining poem.
How he perceives her.....
How he is drawn to her mesmerizing call and enchantment and how she sees him.... His yearnings and calls too.
Who better than VICTORIA to bring out the message in this poem.
It's a pleasure..... An immense pleasure writing with you Victoria....
Matt Hews May 2013
She had a box
Filled with all the things
She was told not to open
For the destruction it brings

Ignorance is blissful
Innocence lost
  She should’ve known better
Than to open the box

But what was left in the box
Was happiness, joy , hope and love
To fight off all the other things
To bring peace like a white dove

And today the terrors are still here
But thanks to happiness, joy , hope and love we have no need to fear
why Pandora, why?
Dustin Dean Jul 2016
Illness creeps in beneath the meadow
Overcoming all desire to designate
Visions to their natural elevations

I promised myself an euphoric gain
And now your silhouette will remain
Even beyond this sicknesses slick seal
I will always heal
Your Name Here Jun 2016
I can sit here and stare at this wall for hours and not one thought will pass through my drug infested mind. Blank stare. Truth or dare. I dare you to breathe. Breathe in this air. Toxic poison air. Breathe ******* it. Are you scared? Are you fckng scared?!!...................................
My skin has become leather. my bones concrete. You may think you know everything, but you don't know me, I don't even know me.
Step one. Take two steps back and re access things. Step two. Try to love what you may feel is ugly in you. Step three. Realize you cant change the past. Now dont look back with regret, move forward and be one with forget. Time heals your open wounds, and all that will be left are scars . These scars are reminders that you have overcome. Have you any open wounds? If you do you are already dead. Be grateful and less selfish. You are alive. Life goes on.....
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