A Terza Rima

I met/ a man/ who just/ the o/ther day
declared/ he wrote/ his po/etry/ for me.
“But we/ have on/ly met…”/ I tried/ to say.

He si/lenced me/ and said/ he did/ agree,
yet still/ each poem/ he writes/ is sure/ly mine.
I asked/ him to/ explain/ that I/ might see.

He then/ quote po/esy laud/able and fine,
so lis/tened I/ and watched/ his old/ eyes tear
while fail/ing hide/ the shi/ver in/ my spine.

I can not out run ghost living in empty space

Ghost which haunt night and day recurring every day

Dancing dreams of misdeeds live inside tortured me

Wondering when will I be let free finding peace

Eternal burning flame that won’t be ever quenched

Tell me please is there rest for all those passed away

(da da DUM, da da DUM, da da Dum, da da DUM)

x = stressed o= unstressed

I

Jeffery Dahmer killed his neighbour: flushed him (down the drain)
Ed Gein ate his mother (and) played in (her) dirty dresses
While Son of Sam with gun in hand was killing golden (retrievers)
Fisher went and ate some children: buried them in (the) barn

xo xo x o xo: x o (o o x)
x o x o xo (o) x o (o) xo xo
xo x o x o x o x o xo xo (oxx)
xo x o x o xo: xo x o (o) x

II

To think the pain that comes is felt to learn
To stand the pain I bare the truth of hurt
To know the hurt I learn to take its truth
To break the threat of hurt I check my pain
To void the hurt I know before it comes
I learn to track the signs of hurt in time
I break its press before it writes the hurt
I think I know the signs although I’m blind
I look to read the pain of thoughts inside
I lose the train of thought when pain arrives

"Take care of hands and teeth,
your arse and your two feet."
wise words a man of old
relayed to me one day.

I asked of eyes and ears
and also asked of strength.
He answered, "Nay, just those

The stars of night shine bright upon the sky
At speeds of light they reach the earth, they say
The words we say are fast to reach their mark
At speeds so fast than lights we see, I’d say
You know the answer without another phrase

Thinking can be the way of hurting, self
Self-knowledge is lost to the self-learning
Exploring all avenues is the road
When the eyes are open the rest will flow
The juices of understanding are warm
Taken in as hot medicinal tea
The healing of self is in the knowledge
Drink from the fountain and explore it all.
Neopoet is for me the fountain
Growing in my brain with great expansion.
The new megabytes have started a fire
Which will not be ignored by a closed mind
Maybe, More Meter is the catalyst

George Washington once said he couldn't lie

then Abe Lincoln announced his honesty,

each President has since claimed they were, too

the only thing twas shared by all were lies.

~

I must admit a voter can cause change

or else at worse can shine a light to all,

that with a government that always lies

we'd better all unite or else we're doomed.

~

Widely not a recommended topic

political discussions do go sour,

we all must try and be good examples

Far down the vale slow death has wrought from time
no offers tempt an extra hour of life
no promise makes new offerings of strife
seem real enough to take from what is left
before the water's icy shock makes sear
of power slammed into a pounding chest
by Science seem as pure as fleeing soul.