Monthly Archives: August 2015

Afraid

Falling ever faster,
Trepidation tearing
into an aching heart,
Enervated, the advent
of terror, pondering
a life ripped apart,
Like torn satin sheets,

Abandoned and afraid,
Scattered to the wind,
Like long-lost shot gun
shells discarded about,
Searching, seeking for
what could have been,
Alone and utterly afraid.

BY: Hegemony

Advertisements

S.D. Gates

american dream

I had to help my son with one of his final projects for English.  This is his take on the American Dream.  What are we doing to this fine country?  Are our teenagers growing up totally disillusioned and thinking the American Dream is just a myth from times gone by?

(Bedazzling done by me!)

View original post

Broken Chains

Straining, struggling to hold up,
Even as fate tugs and pulls at them,
Brass links forming a sturdy chain,
Fighting back against cruel hands,
Hands that seek to destroy them,
Hands dictated by enraged hearts,

And those enraged hearts all pump
the corrosive blood of corruption,
Seeking, searching, eager to rip and
tear asunder the brass links of men
and women and children all alike,
For no one escapes those dark hands,

Straining, struggling hard to resist,
Even as corruption seeks the weak,
Snapping and snipping and knowing
that a chain is only as strong as its
weakest link, and so dark sin dictates,
Decimating all of them accordingly,

Straining, struggling to maintain
the fight, even as the weakest link
gives way, leaving the chain broken,
The remaining links fight corrosion,
Even as all seems to be hopeless,
The broken chains do not give up,

Corruption grows ever frustrated,
Asking why they won’t surrender,
The links reply that so long as they
fight, that they will burn with hope,
And even as corruption fights hard,
The broken chains never surrender,

Even in their beaten, broken state,
they hold in their hearts the truth:
To have the flame of hope is to
have something worth fighting for,

BY:Hegemony

A Box of Virtues

Hope, faith, peace, and liberty,
Courage, justice, and integrity,
Thus where the words written
upon a box, small and wooden,

Leadership and Democracy,
Home, vision, and prosperity,
A box of virtues sitting there,
Filled up to the brim with air,
Empty and void of all things,
This tepid shadow that sings,

United we stand, such is true,
Divided we fall, nothing new,
But the boxes will stay empty,
‘Til we fill it up with empathy,

Empathy births forth morality,
Both compassion and sympathy,
That box will become of virtue
only when we fill it with the glue
that binds us as a community,
Only then will it have morality.

BY:Hegemony

Oblivious Victory

Oblivious victory
Fire shall burn
Turmoil follows next
Happiness turns havoc

Blazing star shall stay
When you fall to knees
Soar again higher
Fire can still burn

Phoenix shall fly
Dreadful time will frown
Burning to ashes
The bird has to die

But you shall not stop
Till your flame convene heaven
Lose till you die
Soul shall come out firm

Until the Bones ignite
Drown in tears of helplessness
Run through the wildest woods
Write the faults on wall

When you shall win your greatest mystery
Fire shall burn to soar even higher
Because the soul within you
Has learnt to live in intoxicating oblivious victory

By: ChAyA..