Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Monster To Society

"Monster To Society" by Jerry Langdon
Sleeping in ice.
Here I stand.
Life in sacrifice.
Once it all began.
Human exile.
Monster to society.
Stamped as vile.
That's not me.
Nightmares subside.
Now I dream,
Fear and peace co-reside.
Unable to scream.
Death forgot me.
Once collected.
Forever free.
Once resurrected.
Walk behind the veil.
An eternal blasphemy.
Though death may hail
'Tis not for me.
A soul without a home.
Now sleeping in ice.
In dream I roam.
My life in sacrifice.
What was will never be.
Bereft of a safe return.
Memories stolen from me.
It makes my blood burn.
© Jerry Langdon 2019



BIO: 
From South-Western, Michigan, Jerry Langdon lives in Germany since 1992 after spending 8 years in the Army. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released 4 books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness“, „Behind The Twilight Veil". "The Rollercoaster Heart" and Death and Other Cold Things"
              He publishes a monthly E-Zine in pdf format called Raven Cage Zine which is purposely in that form to allow it as free distribution. Raven Cage is broke down in to Sections making its content diverse.
              You can Visit Jerry's personal page where you can find his Art and writings. https://www.facebook.com/Sandmans-Chronicles-239391809503113/
and his Zine at: https://www.facebook.com/RavenCageZine/
              His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, as well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.

Must I

"Must I" by Sher Chandley..
Must I
Step out of
My own shadow
Come out of
The warm dark
Seek the sun
Grasp better times
Or hold on
To what I got
Heed the call
Of the siren
Remember the joy
Of the past
A pilgrimage tour
Will I return ?
But oh where
Will I go ?
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So many, many
Places and faces
Voyeur my orgies ?
Seductions, erotic lusts
Like the poet said
The other day
No heartbreak, love
Straightup -even sidewise
Absolutely nothing on
But fishnets and boots
Sucking a lollipop
No, not now
I have love
Go backwards further
Wander in mind
Maybe the drunkards
Or the addicts
Had to leave
Lying on the floor
Lost their legs
Or the parasites ?
Yes and no's
All very false
Now blowing hot
Now cold blowing
With the mode going
Or the poets
Writing what's so dear
Yet none want to hear
Or the starveling
All skin and bone
A pinch won't feel
So down-at -heel
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Maybe the gallery
Of philosophical imaginaries
Conversations with past people
Picknickers in my mind
At times so sublime
Greed at large
Goods free of charge
So pleasurably indecent
With repugnant bearing
Such evil daring
Or the king of riches
Mourned your might
Knowing your pride
An ash heap of the night
Or hope , friend to all
Waiting maybe in vain
For fortune to attend
Such sanguine power
Will all that's best
Really be ours ?
Or even fear
Trying to escape bounds
All ruin making
Hedging horror all round
Enough of slinking
Place to place
Looking face to face
Won't be daunted
By past wonder haunted
See that trickster
Master of false deduction
Mad unwise obstruction
I will look for the sun
Reach for better times
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Won't be driven
By the stress and strain
Of a nostalgic past
Live alone and apart
Give no one my heart
I want to scratch
My deepest ground
For in my nothing
All may be found
Even to the highest
Mountains I ascend
Or to the oceans end
I will my way wend
Waves succeed waves
In the shuddering doom
In the silent depths
Dolphins will be seen
Clouds will float ,
So will sun , moon and stars
Though I walk dumb
Into the future
Filled with the past
A happy wanderer
I will still be
When to my end I come
For every now and then
Be it a then
Or be it a now
I dance on tables
And roll on the floor .
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Copyright
@ Sher Chandley
2019/09 /06

BIO: I am Sher Chandley from Johannesburg, South Africa. I am an architectural technologist by profession (currently health permitting) but I have studied and done many things and lived in many places. As a product of apartheid, I am given to humanitarianism and environmental causes. I abhor injustice of any kind and detest war and violence. I am an accidental poet having fell into it by chance. I find it a beautiful vehicle for my expression and a mirror of myself and what I see around me. I have had a book published on some of my poems called - Endless Blue -poems by Sher Chandley and hope to publish another one soon. I have an eclectic, holistic outlook and consider myself an earthling above any other identification. Take a ride with me sometime.