Poetry Submission

Poetic Revolution

The-Winds-of-Change

The Winds of Change

The winds of change are upon us

  • Her birds of anarchy have been released
  • No destination
  • No direction
  • Complete surrender to the will of the world
    Liberation from the prison of your mind
    Salvation from the shackles of possession
    Life is found in the dark corners of the world
    Closely followed by deaths craving eye
    Fall safely into the truth that is found within yourself
    Only there will one meet their destiny

By Ryan Cristian


the-vagabond

The Vagabond

A new day has dawned A new life begun Silent statues of golden curiosity,Cultivate a once forgotten perspective Subtle risings of lost soulsInsignificant shadows of dying life A graceful way to embrace the madness Casting disbelief in reflected eyes,That haunt your understanding of the word Challenge their down cast philosophy,With the resonating pounds upon your chest Stand in his way if you must He shall simply walk aroundChallenge their down cast philosophy,With the resonating pounds upon your chest Stand in his way if you must He shall simply walk around

By Ryan Cristian

poetic revolution

Voices

Society’s hand grasps our mouths in hopes of silence, Flooding the media with endless scenes of violence, Yearning for quiet corrupt bliss.Our humane choices echo our endless voices Through the hand that desires hopelessness And disparity.Logical clarity gives rise to selfless charity and It’s fair to see the world through the eyes of equality.Proud to be American, battles from our ancient heritage allow Vocal prowess to spread enlightened knowledge In a new age of social consciousness, envision it, We cannot be stopped by the system’s imprisonment.Shatter the chains, curse evil’s name in vain Along with it’s oppressive claims.Insight into truths about the mind reveal itself in due time, It must be retained. For we will speak, leak true knowledge, Create a cataclysm of wisdom,To establish and advance Ethical notions with pristine precision.

By Jared Amory

poetic revolution

United Serfs of America

The ground growls like a lions roarThe air is scented with gun oilAutomated birds hum silently aboveLike an eagle stocking its prey We sing freedomFog of war creeps through our concrete jungle in darknessGravel trembles as rubble closes inRain falls from silent birds stinging and blinding usWe sing freedomCommunity stands undividedCannon barrels peek around building corners and blast bleach infected waterWe fall but are picked up by faith and heartWe sing freedomRubber shots scream from rooftops and flash bangs surrounds us.Yet we still hear urban rubber soles stomp toward usOur ears and noses bleedingOur hearts cry freedomBlurry figures behind shields with batons emerge before usGas masked faces and layered plated body armor divides humanity from an industrial complexSilence stuns the air as a moment of clarity enlightens usOur minds chant freedom

By Darragh Sean Ryan

poetry

Vagabond

I broke the shoes I had walked on sincere roads up to the fork. Deceived then by yellow hopes and bile like oncoming autumn. I never counted steps I felt them like boulders on my eyes on bony knuckles and on my gasping breathe together with my years and loneliness surrounding.If I ever dared to be a man I would’ve never ran away from your glance penetrating my innards from your mouth which straightened the mangled flesh and the word livingI fight, thump myself I fight the wind and the due of a decayed heart just for a crumb of heaven on a table filthy of hell. Death, I wait for you seated and drunk being deprived and old a piece of rotten wood devoured by souvenir termites.

By Ispani Luca

poetic revolution

We Burn to Pledge

A toad jumps but only the split skin of the toad jumps. Flags of schools burst into fire & student skulls roll in boiling blood-streams along curbs.Jaws crack off like fresh, crushed walnut shells under flaming tons of wheels. Long ghosts hook bottom echoes, pull at hems & breasts of dreams. Bone ash pyre smolders where a yellow bus crashes. Imagine yellow buses. Inherent insanity of DNA slides like Halloween lava over black concrete plates & filleted erasers. The weight of the moon is the weight of ash plus you, squared by algebra. Faint from freedom. History needs burning twigs, electrocuted elephants, & chalk minds. We test kids to limit pliability & political revolution. A buzzard circles a devastated land. An asbestos-cloaked figure kneels over a charred piece of flag. A flashing car is a poisoned fedora locked onto the head of a damaged sheriff. Realize enlightenment is more necessary than education. Existential culpability, glandular secretions, fuck finger aware, holiday memories, Hollywood heroin, our system of social sin. Skeletons of myopic, overwhelmed teachers scream instructions over excavating fires. Their bones expand & float away with smoke-fat waves of nuclear devastation. Every kid is deaf & dead. Every desk, the flushed janitor. Melted clocks. Books, properties of rooms & halls & historical lies splinter in tumbling winds across the uneducated land.

By Ispani Luca

poetic revolution

Barring All Politics

You have it in yr head. I assume yr politics are a thoughtful stance by whatever degree necessary for belief, or disbelief. Or maybe you don’t give a damn about Washington & all that bullshit, that’s fine. Watching television inside a bubble is a spiritual event, as is weeping at dawn & at dusk, day in, day out. Neuronal gamma flinch. I know you are in pain because I see yr eyes staring at film-stars & the split moon pulls like taffy light from a black, final kiss. Fast-food radiation. Pizza pi squared like primal gristle, pizza topped with scorched flesh coins. All the neighbors applaud, applaud, you are not so different, after all, in this cultural mud. We squeal & squeal tiptoeing over slaughtered humans & potato-chip bags. Let the losers & the lost lose. From this catastrophe art bursts our brains, fries our regrets.

By Ron Androla

poetic revolution

Endless Night

The heavens great barrier of melancholy flight, Casts her shadow of the endless night. The seasons change with a woeful smile, my heart desires the endless summer denial. The warm breeze of my forgetful sorrows, pleads with the unknown tomorrows. The welling sadness within loves delight, Will forever haunt the endless night

By Ryan Cristian

wander

Do You See Me?

Wandering soul Broken, hurt, slowly picking up the pieces. Is it not the right time for me? Your color Burnt orange Glows, shines through me Bringing out my inner peace My urges can’t contain me My anxiety won’t compel me There are no words to explain you to me Just mystery Who are you, why did you enter my life You will not leave my mind To the point where this is tapping into my soul Is this real? Or is this just my anxiety? Why is it that every time my heart and soul finds a connection I just push it away again and again thinking too much, plotting too much Expecting too much Calm my senses, believe In me Love myself first before I can let that “one” in Learn.

By Chelsea Baker

hands-held-high

Legacy

Shattered perspectives of life Inconsistent tranquility Strangling notions of false heroes, Dance along the break of liberation and destruction Preach with your hands held high Watching as they all die Silhouettes of your absence Cascading false shadows of certain sadness, Surrounding the emptiness I reserve for my rehabilitation My reconstitution My rebirth My relapse The gravity of things to come, Pronounce my fear as an endless void Life and death a mere brush of nostalgia The briefest of passing sensations Flirting with the edge of recognition The desired name that flutters at the tip of your tongue Only to be lost Deftly categorized under the irritations of the day One more forgotten memory One more accomplishment lost in the dusts of time.

By Ryan Cristian

(A POEM ABOUT THE SOUL-LESS SUBVERSION AND PERVERSION OF CAPITALISM BY THE PARASITIC, SCAVENGING LACKEYS OF THE PREDATORY WORLD FINANCIAL COMMUNITY)Capitalism-isnt-working

Scavenger’s Ball

Circle Heartless vultures. Scan the ground for symptoms of our distress. Swoop down with your tainted offers. You’ll lend us an antidote for our unhappiness. Manna from the heavens above. You’ll lend us enough to dig our own children’s graves. Soul-less institutions from Hell, chant the name of Jesus and claim to be saved.

Money changers in the temple, endorse the root of all evil for a piece of the take. The foxes guard the henhouse now. Skunks and weasels come and go as they may. Parasites present yourselves as noble representatives of Adam Smith and God. Exempt from competition, as capitalists, you’re fraudulent and flawed.

You pulled the world down now. It crumbles to the ground now. Your pyramid collapses and then. You hide the smoking gun, deny what you have done, you know you’d do it all over again. Your secret schemes and plans put our lives in your hands. Your promises mean nothing at all. Threw us under the bus. You are laughing at us, as you head off to the scavenger’s ball.

New horse of a different color but the same old puppet masters still pull the strings. We must change puppet masters you know, or tomorrow holds little hope for better things. London Bridge has fallen down. The high priest distracts us with “Hallelujah, AMEN.” And all the Kings great horses, and all the kings great men, can’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Patience tiny Jackal. Wait for the lions to abandon their rotting kill. No one else would touch that decaying flesh you chew from our bones with practiced skill. Scavengers and leeches, you puff up like you are predators bold and brave. No stomach for the killing of course, you just wait for the putrid protein that you crave.

You pulled the world down now. It crumbles to the ground now. Your pyramid collapses and then. You hide the smoking gun, deny what you have done, you know you’d do it all over again. Your secret schemes and plans put our lives in your hands. Your promises mean nothing at all. Threw us under the bus. You are laughing at us, as you head off to the scavenger’s ball.

You sold us fresh new puppets – false hope and cynical promises of change. If someone dares to notice or speak, just label him a communist and hang him in the New York Stock Exchange.

Well, you shoot the world down. It crumbles to the ground. The pyramid collapses and then. You hide the smoking gun, deny what you have done, you know you’d do it all over again.

Well, you broke the world now… and you don’t care how we’ll ever get it back together if at all. Threw us under the bus, and you are laughing at us, as you head off to the scavenger’s ball.

By Verlon Gates

sad-girl

Cassie

I met this girl the other day, A girl who took my breath away, And through her eyes I saw her soul, It’s beautiful, but is not whole, And in my mind I tried to find, A way for her to see her “shine”, To open her eyes to what I saw, And somehow get her heart to thaw, She hides behind the masks of a clown, Anything just to hide that frown, She hates herself but does not know why, She’s in so much pain it makes me cry, For if she could only see what I see, She could finally let go and be free, We could live a life of happiness and love, A life that’s blessed from God above, But in my disdain I wake to see, She must first love herself before she can me, I have given and given and bared my soul, But her self hatred has taken its toll I met this girl the other day, A girl who took my breath away…forever.

By Ryan Mita