Biography
Im in and out of here.07 and now 08 are not very good years. Im not motivated to write much, and If I write, Im not sure anyone would like what I have to say. I really dont care much. So because I care I wont post much. There is way to much drama in my life, and Im sick of it.But until God sees fit to get rid of it, Im stuck with it. My country sucks and yours does too, so lets get over it together.To put trust in ones government is to be a fool, to put trust in the elected, makes a mockery of God. Yes I believe in God, you dont like it?! I dont care. I have been published. It makes me no better then anyone else.Im not sure how long my freedom of speech will last.My country is headed tward a strange type of socialist/fascist government. One world government, time will tell. The elections are false, false hope, puppets on string, dominated by world banks. If you dont believe me, I dont care. Wash the mud from your eyes and ears. Most of my poems are from my heart, some are inspired of music, and some come from above. You dont like that? I dont care.
Samples
Chaos
Chaos swirled
in the heartless minds
as shadows on the walls
came to life......
Ashen clouds spin above
Sing sweet angles...sing
Don't fall down
where frosty rain
makes frozen pain
The wind blows cold
such sad cries
in the midst of spinning lies
frozen cries......
Crossing to distant lands
in empty space
to touch your face
invisible hands
Echoing the gentle touch
that loves so much
forever locked together
through space and time
Sprouting from the depths
of the suffocating sea
swimming fears
drown in the wetness
of lovers tears.....
Surrender sweet soul
filling oceans with tears
of love....
spilling broken hearts
on distant shores
To touch your face
a flickering light
whispered in the sky
carried on winds
I love you........
Tainted and fallen
slivers of love
cast away to blackened sands
broken pearls
No one to shine
among such simple
minded girls
casual winks
no one thinks
cast blind hearts aside
where they dwell in
shadows
Seek the path to the sea
cross the distance
for the pain in cold
has to depart
life and love an art
a fine wine to the heart
the flame within
glows........
Comfort grows within
her breast
her hands a priceless
tonic for his weakened soul
The stentorian stands firm
cold and hollow within
disguised as inward cries
of a rift of love.....
Long ago his sense of sun
stolen from the blue
broken ..he cast himself
aside.....
Far away on a distant shore
she could feel his inward cries
she wept warmth
compassion for him grew
Trembling within for him
she waited
friendship had bloomed
into love......
With the sun and moon
at her side
stars falling in the mists
of morning light.....
The day came
when the risk to remain
tight inside the stentorian
shell....
was more painful than
the risk it took to break free
and feel again.....
This is the unedited poem, as it came from me. While on vacation a few years back.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
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Posted on Sunday 26th October 2008 3:51 am
Upon the rock
at hanging gate
there is a spot
a chilling grate.
A sound so foul
it makes one faint
A wind so cold
it throws you down.
Upon the rock
at hanging gate
you go there once
to seal your fate.
Crackling bones, neck snaps
Dreams to dust
deliberately cut off
time ticks on and on....
The crowds laughter belied
their fear and grief.
The fear of offended silence
mocks the hollow echo of
crackling bones...
The everlasting clock
ticks on and on
This life gone
we move on
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Gus Jonsson
Tue 18th Nov 2008 23:25
Hey Ho Loviness.... Tongue twisting across the pond.
Massa Chews Tits...Something like that......
Phenomena... Thats another little bugger that comes up and bites me.... why is it??? I really am mystified....
regards
ever
Gus