outside…

copyright cwmartin 2011

hold fast
if you wish
to the rusted chains
that anchor you
to your haven
of self-certainty
and denial
for outside
the sacred stones
that line the walls
forming the port
is a sea of knowledge
it may be best
that you stay
and
not sail these waters
for this sea
has been known
to swallow
a mind
like yours
whole

holy ground…

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will they bury
their corporate lies
next to the dreams
of peace
long rotted
in the ground
of hope
will they place
copper coins
of despair
atop
sky blue eyes
of naiveté
tossing
the white sands
of belief
into open graves
sands
collected
from the arena
of life
where holy words
mold chains
of obedience
to a caesar
long dead
murdered
by a friend
for reasons
clear
to those
in-the-know
unlike those
waiting
under
godless
steeples
while
their god
waits
outside

chains…

 

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hands
pressed against
a cold window frame
staring into the darkness
recalling those
below ancient decks
with manacled hands
and feet
the smell
of rotting flesh
the sound
of rusted chains
reverberating
a legacy of pain
and sorrow
wondering now
about the future
of those bound
to tenements
asking if their chains
are not the same
rusted chains
of despair
that still grasp
and
cut deep
into the skin
of humanity
drawing new blood
that mingles
with the dried blood
of their forefathers
a thought interrupted
by the rattle
of windows
as a train passes
on the edge
of the have
and have
nots

your night of pleasure…

 

the chains
that bind her to this bed
are not part
of some
fantasy role-playing game
though
she
is
offered
for
your entertainment
you
must understand
this is
my
business
her chains
are as real
as the chains
that bind you
to the prostitutional bed
of your career
the difference being
as a pimp
i get
a lower
percentage
than
yours

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!

shipwrecked…

half awake i wander through my day
sometimes dreaming
sometimes fearing
the corners of my own thoughts
as if there were some evil there
(it’s just a childish nightmare…)
all i ‘ve sought was love
not always that with passion
but that love which is willing to give
not decreed to be given
by some collared representative of god
(it’s just a childish wish…)
my body seems formless one moment
caught in a repeating nightmare
floating with only the sound of my heart beat
then vibrant like the sound
a morning sunrise should make
alive with all the  wonders of life
like a child seeing his first parade
(it’s just a childish vision…)
i’m caught in this cycle
i ‘m the board which holds the anchor of the ship
and although the rest of the ship is gone
i am bound to these shores
crashing upon the rocks at low tide
and floating freely in the waves at high tide
(it’s just a childish sensation…)
soon the sea will rust these chains
and i shall float freely
without being held to these shores
till then
i must hold fast to what can be
and live with what is
and wander with the ebb and flow
that has brought me to these shores
(it is just the fate of men…)

 

 

https://slpmartin.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/shipwrecked.mp3