mystery
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Smoke
A flicking flame–the darkness flees,
A candle’s light never steadies.
Unending dance, no fear of death,
Until the fatal gust of breath.
GHETTO GOSPLE.
You aren't born to please anyone, neither accepted by everybody.
But your purpose is to make sure you live good making better thangs, making thangs better.
She heard the noise late at night
He had found his way back
In through the back door
Very angry with her attempt to flee
Ever so quietly she grabbed the knife
Ready to end this once and for all
At 12 Oclock the day was darkly dark, the seafloor lifted itself in a loud cry, suddenly, a star fell like strings of light on a man.
Shocks made pulses of her beauty
Each throb tenderly sweet from Earth’s syrupy bosom
Around Earth's Loins of infinite fruity bloom
Time,
Something of a mystery,
A mere figment of your imagination,
It dates far back into history,
Growing older through each generation.
Time gives each their own victory,
Wisps of wind blew the golden hair across a face of wax and wane,
The pillow soft, the bosom light; ne’er should hath entered in this place,
The dewdrops of the morning light, reminds us of unkempt pain,
A leap of faith
The choice is never easy
And the leap never the same
Always clouded with doubt
The end is never certain
A leap of faith
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared,
The children sprang from their homes and met at the center.
Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Mystery my dear
That's all you may see
Some see a challenging view
Some see a hurting soul
Who were you?
Who will you be?
At my window sit Heaven’s pearly gates,
Comprised of beaming starlight.
The only view of paradise I’ll ever obtain
Is the stars that dot the night.
Are these the winged angels of old,
Secrets utterly embarrassing and cruel.
Mine’s no different.
It’s dark,twisted,deep and wet.
Tears shall flow out with a never-ending sight,a river rises from sadness.
Open the eyes
the person looked into the...void,
which it was glowing brightly against the earth.
Why the brightest light on earth or was it not?
The person looked deeper into it.
A pretty young lady
walks swiftly across the grass and flowers.
A pretty girl can dance
like the wind.
Like the sky.
Like the earth orbits itself.
However,
she was kidnapped
Here I am sitting under the tree
Can't stop thinking about who and how I used to be
I know this isn't right and yes it doesn't feel right for me
And I've been drinking myself to sleep
My hand is kept as claw clutched close to my chest.
Even I'm not sure what's inside.
Did you think you could pry it open?
Secrets are meant to be hidden, my darling,
And mine are hidden from me.
Through the hollows, into the grey
Across the rolling hills of pain
Run all night till the darkest day.
When shadows behind the mists play
Charge forward to the silent rain
A large wooden box sits on a table
Oak with vines of cedar
The box was locked
With latches tight
Filled with wishes
Filled with dreams
They we guess-
They don't know.
They can?
They live in a separate existence.
They never deviate.
They only follow.
They are in to and everywhere.
They may be agitated or mellow.
A taken picture, attempted, failedCalled but a dreamWhat then comes of it…After the fact?My focus, my heart, perhaps the subject
She was a young girl, say the sophomore high school textbooks
On a creaky old wooden desk in the utmost left upstairs bedroom;
A wise girl too, say the strewn index cards and notes
It's nice outside
I might not hide
Away I go
I'll buy a box of mysteries
Maybe filled with histories
I wouldn't know
Happened to skip a meal today
Saw the bills I forgot to pay
Away I go
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Mystery is draped around her like a cloak,
Or perhaps a burial shroud.
It darkens her heart and burdens her soul.
The sky has heard her screams.
"I AM PROTECTING THEM,"
She cries. It's lies.
The twinkle in your eyes shine much brighter than all the sparkling stars at night.Your smile stand out more than all the sadden faces.Your ears perfectly made to hear all the lovely music in the air.
On whispered voice,
A secret to be kept.
My tale never known.
Read me in gibberish,
The title the key.
Mirror identity.
Since when does one become "evil"?
Is it my pride that broods you?
Or my age of wisdom and fairness
No one
Not even my little sister
Could ever succeed?
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
In the shadows
through the night
I see a figure with great delight
"Who could this supernatural being be?", I ask myself as I begin to see
It was but a shadow, a fluke, unreal
He proceeded to wallop at the stumped rocks in front of his Aunt’s home. He had avoided any given chore provided by the three women, and yet feeling guilty for his lack of turn.
Crazy maiden in the woods
tracked her down as best I could
She and I both bruised and bled.
My leg was lame. She sought me dead.
A tear-smudged face,
a curdling cry
A deadly grace,
Not all poems have to be deep
Like a small puddle, reveal your feet, jump in.
Some are short and sweet
With words that bond strong like iron.
Or so funny you'll slap your knee
Tough love is on display
Because, the child has been led astray
Following the wrong crowd
And sadly, wasting her life away
Both parents are in a state of worry
They just want their child back
She is sadly lost
And heading down a corruptive path
Messing around with the wrong crowd
She needs to find herself and come back
Darkness surrounds her incessantly
Family members are concerned for her safety
Cryptic and puzzling
Hard to understand
No one could figure it out
Nor did they have a plan
What we have here
Is a mystery
Nothing but dark clouds
Filled with ambiguity
My soul is overflowing.
My brain is overwhelmed.
My heart is bleeding.
Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips.
Mixing with the ink on the page.
My words staring back at me.
She came into class and sat next to mewith sad eyesshe was trying to hideso the whole world couldn't seethe tears running down her face.It wasn't my placeto ask her what was wrong or if she was okay
it didn't have a name.
it didn't have a name but it was certainly,
definitely,
there.
there is where it was and it was wordlessly,
soundlessly,
existent.
I hear you
I hear you in
the pouring rain...
Words
Words that cannot escape my brain.
The unexplained
Back to the fortress
So she can find herself
In a state of bewilderment
And needing to seek help
Something seems to trouble her
But, the words never appear
Mysterious and puzzling
Her hand danced on water
Her feet like a ballerina's
That smile reflects beauty
Her skin flawless
How could she be real?
Did she come out of my dreams?
That waterfall hair
Deep blue eyes
I've never known her or seen her to be
the mystery behind her. The black long hair
silky, and her surliness stands aloof.
Her long legs could spy any secret of mine
or James Bond.
Only now,
the living, the loving and the dying
all come together
in this underwater world.
the water clear and transparent
Keeping a watchful eye open
As nature takes its course
Weathering the storm
The sight of a natural resource
The scenery takes your breath away
As we stay within the range
As time goes on
Like unturned gardens,
My familiar voyage pretends,
Courage if you dare,
She falls asleep,
My life is in steps,
And I blow through the seething cold,
I am unto you,
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Like a dark rose
In the center
Of the universe
He blooms.
A fire,
So rare,
Only he
Could ignite it.
I am sincerely,
Truly
Captivated by
The sight of him.
it's funny howan exclamation mark canmeanso many things!what was that?
i can't wait!i can't wait!!
He is out for you
Don’t be afraid
Watching your every move
He knows how you talk
Walk
Her eyes were as bright as her soul
But she
IT
Never seen
The light of day
Deaths favorite associate
IT loved stealing others souls
IT never had one of her own
She kills silently
I am of flesh
I breath sin
I keep to myself
what lies within
But do express
And I'll give you notice
When storms draw near
I feel their closeness
Love one love all
Dear sweet Philip
I am the one to blame.
A knife held close
next to my shame.
Had you kept quiet
So would’ve my blade...
Wait!
I see a man,
I tip toe around
I hear banter.
What is happening here
at Van Keuren Manor?
Who goes there?
She says.
I shift around
Into the darkness
I am not found.
Green light filtering down
Upon a floor littered with stone
Littered with glass and dust
An unmoving body stirs
A tunneled room lay before him
His vision clears as realization dawns
Two meets four and less becomes few.
Hot air melts between slippery fingers.
And all the while
Waiting.
For the watched
Although it never boils
Like glass it sits, motionless
Drained and deranged,
I dreamed I could build beauty.
Blueprinted, diagrammed
Just a god in a cage.
Who am I
Shaheed Baukman
9/11/2013
You use me every day, causing you to become complacent to my significance
Our eyes met
over
and over
and over
again.
Ocassionally our glances interrupted by a body or two
blocking our sight.
We were
exchanging shy smiles
out of politeness.
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
Childhood last for so many years, but not very long
The mind of a child lives on for so long,
Until the age that you spawn as you no longer are considered a child by law
HOOK:
All but one that can make this complete, All but one that can solve this mystery.
VERSE:
The one piece I'm looking for it might be happiness, love, or maybe trust.
Oh! Amidst that vast evergreen forest,
Lies an immaculate crystal palace
Surrounded with red delicate rose crests
Lives a beautiful queen with no malice.
Oh! Her smile and her laughter fools many
There is a yard
And a great tall tree
Instructing what to draw and write
There is a fence of chain
Between the lilacs and me
There is a garden
That only grows dirt
I'm attracted to mystery
I jump into the unknown
Assuming that it's good
Because it's new.
I want you because you're different
You're elusive
You're confusing
You suprise me
The forest awaits
Hundred-year-old trees tower above
Holding up the sky with their branches
Green and white clothes
with a hat just too big,
tiny yellow shoes
waiting for the day.
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
Fortress of fabric
She says come in
Her eyes glisten with magic
She knows I can’t win
My mother warned me about enchanted women
Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
She walks by him and he notices her,
She turns to face him
He smiles sweetly at her and notices her radiant beauty
She smiles back and she notices his charm
Her eyes are like emeralds
His like sapphires
Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it ..
In the stream called Life, Held by space and time..
What is it, i wonder here..
Its existence, I fear..
I am afraid,and I care..
Heating the cold
Braving the dark
Being bold
Seeking the unknown
Years pass
Memories fade
Gone; but never forgotten?
The old cliche
Stacks of files
Silent whispers
Read me
In equal amounts each year
It is this we must fear-
For a day cannot expire without it;
Sometimes I wonder
though my brain is so small
why the universe even exists at all.
We think of our planet as a considerable size
but have you seen the universe?
His kisses are tender, sweet
but they reek of lust
He undresses me and our eyes lock
I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul
but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
I gather myself once again
I hope that one day we will walk hand in hand
my love for you is fading each day
but don't forget I still care about you in every way
This feeling that you leave me with when you leave
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby?
I am like the dark.
A vast, intricate enigma.
Everybody can see that I’m there.
Some people choose to embrace me. I do not seek, but lie in wait.
Few people can understand some of me, some of what I hold.
The last time I even tried to do this, i didn't finish the story I intended to share.
Though it seems to be a little less than a year ago, it felt like centuries.
I mean everything is just so different.
Walking quickly on the path of green,
the woman suddenly stops to survey the scene.
She could not know
There was small wooden houseAt the edge of the greenIt was there, yet it wasn’tFor it never was seen
Save by two little laddiesWho came by the wayAnd traipsed ‘long the pathwayOne crisp autumn day
Time
Neither here nor there,
Untouchable, Unchangeble
Still changing, Always twisting
What are you?
Apparition, Spirit?
Moving soundlessly
Constantly
Your never ending song
I couldn't imagine a life where my words weren't created through a pen.
How am I supposed to change the world if my story isn't heard?
We would all become subjects of a painful world's end.
Have you ever just looked out and saw everything you couldn't formulate an explanation to
captured through the simple essence of nature
For instance take this cruise,
Writing means the world to me
It’s what I feel in a new scene.
A poem filled with all my mind
Imagination’s not confined.
I paint a picture with my story
Of dragons bright in all their glory
Listlessness in a hole
Denouncing innocence
Denouncing predictability
Become immersed in my soul
Yet, Wait a minute
Wait a minute ......
I will be the Andgrogyny
Why do I write? Because words are so easily expressed without further explanation, yes some words can stand alone. See, words can be enlightened to the soul; words can also easily curse someone’s life.
Would you be proud?
If you had never closed your eyes for the last time
and woke up to me now?
Would you be proud?
knowing I've made mistakes.
Maybe ones that make me ashamed.
But despite all that,
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid.
You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious,"
That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
Blinded by a love that’s not there
Comforted by the idea of having you near
Analyzing everything about you
Hoping to be the one you turn to
Staring at you as you walk by
Knowing you will probably never be mine
Mystery, mundanity;
normality profound
proffers suggestions
to bold quivering chin.
A man! I can be
as charade hysterical
flowing through brain
of body ephemeral,
briefly insane.
There is a plot, maybe a murder mystery.
A setting. Creepy old house? Cliché. A parade!
Tomorrow,
an endless realm of new discoveries.
Even the smartest do not know,
what they will undergo.
Tomorrow,
A mystery that remains unsolved,
until the day that tomorrow comes.
Her reflection
It comes and goes
As it pleases
The air is colder
I'm counting the footsteps
As I
Slowly pace this God-forsaken place
What if I can't escape?
5 books, 2 steps, the bed
Words of this man tickle my ears
Invading my mind like a rash
But the mystery man never appears
Forever eluding my grasp
The Ocean pulls it’s body back and forth like my lungs that breathe in life.
And my heart that drums it’s final beats.
I’m sitting on a bulk of sand from the high tide line.
Clash the Tones,
Dial your Life.
Make the Call,
Pay the Price.
Get the Message,
Forward the Tones.
Spread the Word,
Redial your Friends.
Tell the News,
Stay on Hold.
This is Life,
Mix, Match
Switch, Swap
The mysteries don’t ever stop
Flip, Flop
Criss, Cross
You’ll solve ‘em, now won’t ya boss?
Toss, Catch
Fail, Win
Your ego is a savored sin
This is verse about me and all of you
Call me blunt- I have no tact
But I’m tired of putting on this serving act
Call it vanity, call it pride
But I am a queen with nothing to hide
I have a mystery,,
I find the clues,,
I piece it together,,
Now what to do,,
I solve the problem,,
I feel the change,,
I see the future,,
This aint no game,,
I hear the voice,,
