[Solved] Poetic jungle - without stigma

Death delivers all
My voice is supreme. Method is a gift... simple killing is a sin. They want to hear what I hear. They pop pills in me and talk gibberish. They try to isolate me after they cry out their soul. I feel strange in the land of living without comfort to my line of thinking. I am the angel of death nothing can touch me

koka

The 'keys' (kiss) of Life
I am weak, I am tired, I am worn
I am consumed with ever ending sadness
Oh how my being has searched for inner peace
Where can I see the keys of life?
My knowledge is abundant without wisdom
I know with no understanding of reality
My life gravitates with each passing times of trouble, times of sadness,
and times of joy yet the day goes by and for ever.
Before my birth it has come to past
Show me that man who knows contentment but does not wail in times of trouble
Where is that mortal with half a cup without the strife to fill to the brim
And yet we proclaim to be glad in thee
Who is that man who waits for direction to crawl without the urge to run
I am inadequate amongst others
I am a folly because of my pride
Oh how great is thou art where knowledge is measured by contentment
Turn my knowledge to a spec of wisdom
Thee put a spec of wisdom in me
Alas! that I may dwell in contentment that brings forth inner peace

koka

These are great koka can we have some more please.

Gooner

Face off

Oh you ground lion, changing your colours to blend in the background
Thinking you know better than others
You are quick to judge my shortcomings and label my faults
You openly declare your mistakes
But inwardly rebel against those who oppose your opinion
Oh you hypocrite!
Oh you chameleon!
Show your true colour
There you go saying “I am no better than you”
Yet you mutter “I know you better than you”
Quiet for your word has become meaningless
Your intention has become nothing
You have no understanding with your bragging
Quickly away from me
You spread in deed, with words like disease
You attract the weak with insatiate desire
You destroy the meek like wild fire
What a true picture with your face off the mask

Koka

Internal conflict

My personal conflict, is a never ending battle
From the very beginning when I had understanding of knowledge
At the start that each day brings forth
Until the time to call it another day
Just as it would this crack of dawn
Is it a drink, a scripture or a prayer to start the day?
I plea my claim that I am not alone
Surely the experience is shared like others
Across the sea and mountains for all to be
What a wish that ceases to be!!
With each day sees new test
Will it be this way till I put to rest?
Perhaps, it is the mind that tries to blinds the sight.
Or a vision to show the truth!!
Is it a choice or path to understanding?
Please make known as I grow each grey
That I may finally lay my head on a nest
So I say at best
Oh! That internal conflict was nature created in me.

Koka 2011

I agree with Gooner. Koka, these are great. Who, what inspires you? Which poets inspire you?

I cherish this, it strikes a chord
In times of trouble, tribulation calls
But all in all life goes by
Alas I know who is above?
To guide me through each day I live
When reading this, please bear in mind
I am just with hopes to last the day
Thank you

THE PITCH
…. (1)
The pitch is wide and narrow, it is far and near
The pitch is fast and slow, it is nature and forced
It is wet and dry, it is hard and soft.
It could be round or square, all differing shade
We will play on the pitch whether it is big or small
We will stay on the pitch, grass being tall or short.
You play your game, which ever shape it takes
You can give up at the start or quit in the middle; you can go on and on until the fat lady sings
There are boundaries, there are rules, and there are conditions just as well.
We live by it, or die by it; we are right up against it or all for it.
We kick the ball there is no choice to direct our way with a turn or twist.
With that in mind we ought to know that the end result could change the plan
The spectators are there in one’s and two’s, in ten’s or more they all show up.
Some go, some stay just the way it is, they are never far from choosing a side
The whistle is blown with no one in sight, we have the choice of who will guide
… (2)
Our life will move towards the post, gravitating direction to life propose
Our steps and kicks are please to see, it makes the crowd roar in plight or glee.
The wise will fish for skill and bliss to carry him through the end of the game
The fool is full of pride and hype without a sense to find and seek
Some crowd will chant to encourage your deed, some with hope, praying in believe.
Some will show envy in path, some cry wolf that guile their vile
The pitch is lonely and can be holy; it shows difference between hope and glory
The support and repulse may be blind and visual; this never mattered in the sight of might
The path of pitch is mist and fog, soundless whistle will pave the way
The tone for those who care to hear, never ending for all to bear
The pitch is filled with this and that, expect each blow for you or not
The pitch is pitched and so it is, whether we live or cease to be

Koka March 2011

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Who is in control ?

Take my life don’t let it go
It makes things harder than I dare think
When comfort role disappears from my zone
How will I know you are there to own?
You create my thought for me to grow
Yet I have to tow the line you sow
I wonder what it is you try to show
If I have to live within your control
Some echoes it is a choice for me to make
The thoughts does differs on even line
Now I take my life and choice and hope
It is the way you set it to be
When I am old and tired and worn
I pray it is what you set it to be
Take my life let me ready to be
Then will I see clearer than ever be

koka2011

Provocation thoughts

...without God

Without God I will be okay
But the world will think less of me
With God I will be nothing and the world will think more of me
I trouble over things and worry over matter
I fuss when my life ceaselessly twitch if just for a little while
I ponder what God has got to do with it
Is it what we create hoping that God will alleviate?
Or what has been written where we know no beginning
I see the old without things of the past
Things of the present without a thought of the future
So I ask myself where is the before that accepts the now only to fear the later
Without ado what will be will be
It must be if it has to be
With this eventual grace it is dawning on me
Slowly but surely there is a making for me to be
Nothing is little though much as I seek
Now I know to pray praises for my own being
For the things unknown will always be in the world I seek
Alas I see that with or without God I am still the same
And if for God the world will think less of me
If not for God the world will think more of me
Away with the world who cherish my vain
When there is God who takes me as I am.

Koka 2012

Haven't you posted the last one somewhere else on the forum ?