For while she weeps, Sorrow keeps as pain sweeps her heart. Torn apart as it thwarts the chance to romance the soul’s dance that’s stilled. Passions killed by tears spilled in ache. Spirit breaks. It’s a snake that crawls, As it sprawls there then squalls and rails driving nails, it assails heart’s halls. But it falls hard Soon all hurts slow. Pain will go, and she’ll know – she’s free.
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This is a Than Bauk form.
The Than-Bauk is a three line “climbing rhyme” poem of Burmese origin. Conventionally a witty saying or epigram, it’s even shorter than a haiku, but a lot more structured. Each Than-Bauk is three lines of four syllables each with the rhyme on the fourth, third and second syllables of each line respectively.
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Than-Bauks can be chained together to form a longer poem where the last syllable of the third line starts the rhyme of the next…
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There was a lord; a man of kindness, of light After years of service had put down his blade Known far and wide for his fairness and insight
Though tales of his past battles are lore still oft’ spun He now lives life with wife and sons, a man genteel His locks are fair, nearly white though he is still young
Of course there are the ones in life who will harbor ill The major flaw in things seemingly perfect A hate grows unchecked for this lord’s blood to spill
Clothed in acts of friendship a darkness they bring Vile thought became vile deeds slowly put in motion The first step – smooth as silk, the loss of a ring
Little thought is given, such things occur in a life Until said ring implicates him in the murders Of his most precious, his own sons and wife
Still in control, he senses the hand of evil’s spark As those who try to champion him fall one by one Some say his clothing was the first to turn dark
Determined on his own, to prove his innocence He becomes a fugitive slowly alienating all No longer wanting others death in his defense
Though he never draws on those who doesn’t draw first The kills mount in the search to clear his name His quest slowly becoming a mission of blood thirst
As a crimson heat of hate spawns from rancor’s seed They say the light in his eyes were next to grow dark For black are his thoughts, oh black they are indeed
The path to truth has taken him past a point that can be undone And the causes of such, now have great fear of their dark creation As those of schadenfreude dwindle down to the first – now last one
His life, once a heaven most people only dream about, Was one he had never given much of a second thought But his dark soul exists in hell now, of this he has no doubt
Somewhere in the distance a church sounds a midnight chime A hope of forgiveness flares briefly but is quickly stamped out Former allies now foes come face to face for the last time
The reasons for the start of this are lost as final justice come due Down to the dark strands that were once his locks so fair The once lord of light’s heart has turned to one of the darkest hue
It’s the price for his sins, to be paid of their own accord The final flame of pure hate, extinguishes the last light of his soul ”One way or another this ends” he snarls drawing first his sword
So just, come to me, for anything at all,
Call my name, it is yours to call.
Feel my faith in you, when you can’t find your own,
And always remember, you’re never alone
Freddy Jackson featuring Najee / All I’ll Ever Ask
Yes, sing My praises in hymns when times are good
But it’s the hard times where faith is truly understood
When you’ve had a brush with life’s shortfalls
Some offer prayer, every chance they could
Others are too afraid when they know they should
For all succumb to the curve of life’s pitfalls
So, whether you scream for My name out loud
Or kneel to Me in the quiet, anything but proud
It’s never too late to rise from a downfall So just, come to Me, for anything at all
Reach out for Me, just reach out with upturned hands
I know the forces don’t always let things go as planned
And be not ashamed if you’ve never before prayed at all
Come to Me now, come to Me, I will understand
Remember it is My footprints that are seen in the sand
When the die lie still and you’re pressed against the wall
When you fear you have finally lost it all indeed
A simple prayer is the liaise to all you need
And never feel any request is too great or too small Just call My name, it is yours to call
When your skies shift from watchet to gray
And a torrent of troubles come your way
For you’re worn, you’re tired – weary to the bone
When you feel you’ll never, have a say
In all the cruel games that life can play
When the darkness invokes your heart to moan
When you’re convinced without a doubt
That your end seems like the only way out
In the times when it feels your faith has flown Feel My faith in you, when you can’t find your own
“In the beginning…” starts The Word’s first page
“…Christ be with you all. Amen” marks the final stage
From the first fillip of light I’ve ever shone
That setup the first of a Seven-Day age
Words that still have the power to assuage
Words that can inspire, words that help to atone
On those days, when you’re lost as what to do
Remember “These sayings are faithful and true.”
My love is reaped in reward as all love sown And always remember, you’re never alone
Johnny pumps sprinkle water on the kids in its midst
A modern city’s version of a provincial mist
The drifting mist calls, but I somehow resist
Knowing wet clothes aren’t high on my boss’ list
From blocks away I can see the asphalt steam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Summer sun blazes down on the street
Feels like my soles are melting off my feet
It’s just 8 AM and I’m sweating from the heat
I’ve got a long day to go and already feeling beat
The humidity making it all the more extreme
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Perfectly pressed suit of the business woman
Perfectly squashed in the subway sardine can
Hotter than the devil’s cooking pan
Even in the shade I’m catching a tan
Skin feels like jelly oozing through my seam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
Sweat drips and I can feel the drop of each
Fall to places my fingers simply just can’t reach
Another working Jane, dodging taxi tires’ screech
Adamantly not losing my manners with my speech
The horns, the haze, the heat, it all seems
Summer in the city makes me want to scream
No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late Now I can’t think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though he never existed Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
“Fade to Black” – Metallica / Live, Sh*t, Binge & Purge
I’ve tried this before to little avail
But this time determined to stay gold
My aim was true the blade took hold
The gashes on my arm a tempest of Braille
Of each attempt before where I failed
I believe I’ve played my final checkmate
In this quiet club where most anything goes
No one notices as I’m caught in pain’s throes
The link between life and death starting to mutate
No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
My thoughts miles away, with millions to go
At last I leave this earth, this fool’s paradise
Smiling at the success of my pending demise
My heartbeat a descant to my blood’s smooth flow
An improvement on this life I’ve come to know
It’s an odd pleasantry as my body starts to die
The euphoria on knowing I will soon be free
My shirt adorned in the crimson spree
And try as I might, I simply cannot cry
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try
He will come now, I say dispelling my fears
A hole in the wall expands revealing a park
Giving entrance to a figure cryptic and dark
And I marvel how no one else sees or hears
As the avatar of death himself slowly appears
He comes now, years after his help was enlisted
His movement young and yet somehow old
Beauty redefined in his most unique mould
The “what if” and “what is” become rapidly twisted
Yesterday seems as though he never existed
And he comes soft as a murmuring breeze
To guide me from this plane to the next
I welcome this release from the pretext
That each day here was worthy of reprise
Feeling the release of life’s final degrees
I wanted this death, and Death is willing to comply
It’s the start of a beautiful friendship
He grasps my frail hand in this new kinship
But I’m not dying, for to say I have lived is a lie
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
In the shadows of the night
With a bright moon above
I lay here longing
For a chance at love
Each morning sun I rise
Hoping I find the one for me
Each night I go to bed
With my heart still empty
I’ve since long proven I can make it on my own
Now I’m just so tired of being all alone
In the shadows of the night
My heart I’m willing to share
But it don’t mean just any fool
Is going to be welcomed there
I once rushed too soon to someone
Who brought me nothing but pain
That was one hurt, one too many times
I don’t need to go there again
A man of faith, a man of heart, a man of his words and deeds
A king custom made for this queen, Lord you know what I need
In the shadows of the night
I offer my plea; my prayer
You built this vessel of love
But my cupboards are bare
Am I paying for some sin?
Did I transgress somewhere?
Is this how I repent?
Will no one ever be there?
Your daughter’s pleading, prostrate with hands clasped tight
Oh please release me Lord, from this harsh plight
How my heart is aching, in the shadows of the night
That was his deeply growled whisper
As she, hungrily cupped the sides of his face,
Kissing him roughly, deeply with need
Her mouth singed with the heat of his passion
A smoldering inferno that pulsates
With each extended digit
That careens into her
She lines kisses down him neck
As he nibbles the base of her throat
Goose bumps trail down her arm
She anchors him against the wall
Undressing the rest of him
Hot candle wax drizzles down the center of his chest
She tracing her fingers through it, marking her name upon him
Hearing his breath tremble inside his chest
as he expels throaty moans
Pulling back, her husky breath pants in his ear
The scent of his cologne floats in the air
His lids droop with pleasure
As she teasingly barbers him with her gentle grazing
Around the ring of his empire
The tastes and smells of him whirl through her
Driving her even wilder
Drawing his mouth to every part of her body
She runs ruby red nails along his spine
Her vision grows hazy and she starts to sway
As he pays particular interest in lip service
to chiming the tiny bell that hangs
Just inside the arch
She tries to breathe him in-side her
She feels his arms grip her tightly
as heat pours out of him
Her craving still unsatisfied
Anything goes, came and went
The promise of satisfaction unfulfilled
Still she moans the words
He doesn’t want to hear
And insists he takes what he has earned
But he knows…
He guiltily leaves his unearned fee
On the dresser by the door
That has barely closed behind him
When he hears the battery-operated hum
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