Bully

Ryan Woods 

"Bully"

Criticism has become a way of life for you
As much a necessity as the air that you breathe
And the food that passes your acidic lips
Sliding down that throat
That would prefer to gag and choke
On a compliment, rather than spit it out
Passing by the empty chamber where perhaps
You once had a heart...

When did you become an expert on every subject?
And every topic?
Narrow minded, and hypocritical
Your views are more myopic
Than Mr Magoo in the dead of night
Your words of malice...bite
Into me like a chainsaw chewing chunks
From a tree
That just wants to mind its own business
And be
But that's never been your way
That's never been your style
Always willing to go that extra mile
If it meant you could inflict one more bruise
One more scar
Always happy to hold the door ajar...
So you could slam it in the face
Of the next person who comes along
Pain is your poetry...
Suffering is your song
You chip away at my ego
Like a sculptor in reverse
Un-creating my creation
Un-writing my verse
It was never your intention
To simply leave me be
Brutality for all
That was your decree
So instead I soak up your dirt
Like a sponge or a rag
And I wring out the hurt
While you boast and you brag
All your words, all your gestures
I inhale the obscene
And I filter it through
Like a dialysis machine
I take all your crap
Every slap, every slur
Misery is your currency
You simply don't care
About the pain you inflict
Or the hate you incite
You're more grotesque than any monster
That ever stalked through the night
You spit out insults like thunderbolts
Never one to be placid
Your face contorted
As if each one left a bitter taste in your mouth
Like battery acid
Your tongue blistering with each shot of vitriol
That you regurgitate from within
Still fighting a war
That you simply can't win
Because hate is an engine
That must have its fuel
You're a jester, a thug, an incompetent fool
You flood the world with animosity,
Turn our smiles upside down
But at the end of the day
You're the one who will drown
Violence is a vagina to you,
A way to get off
You rape with your words and your fists
For you enough, is never enough
Were you dropped on your morals
At your moment of birth
Remember...blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit the earth
While you and your cronies,
You trolls and you phonies
Crawl back under your rocks
Into the bottomless abyss
And wait like cancer for another chance to strike
With a hiss
Like a rattlesnake startled
Or a steel jawed bear trap
We've had all we can take of your meaningless crap
So stay down there in the dark
Because that's where you belong
This is our story...
This is our song.

Copyright Ryan Woods 28/02/2016

Colourful Carriages:

The pink and blue carriages
Fly fast past the kitchen window.
Left, towards the stoney beaches of Brighton.

The green and yellow carriages
Pass by steadily in quick succession.
Right towards London, just a short stroll to Buckingham Palace.

The single pane frames
A few trees, an iron gate,
A fence, and the tracks.

Frail frames feel
Frequencies of steel on steel.

The air is disturbed,
As the trains shoot by
Slicing through the cold,
Sending icy gusts up through
The open window.

I sit undisturbed, in peaceful thought.
Watching steel cages,
Crammed with nameless faces.
All travelling towards the beach,
Or the Queen,
Or somewhere in between.

I guess I'm a voyeur of sorts.
Would I watch so casually if I could be seen,
Stood staring beside a pot filled sink?

© Esi Nketseaba Yankey

Loving You

We will be broadcasting this on tomorrows programme as first slot in it is a must listen to, wonderful words and production.

Loving You 

Words Kara Johnstad

Music Christian Lindquist

Narrator Kara Johnstad

Loving you

I shall die

Either way

There is no return.

For if I say no

To this passion 

That slumbers within, 

No, to your laughter

That slips under my skin

No to my heart 

That longs to take wing

No, to a moment 

More precious than spring

No, because the distance 

Is far too far, too vast

No, because why try? 

When we know that nothing will last...

In this moment 

When I look life

Right straight in the eyes

And choose NO 

In response to God's sweetest surprise

In that same moment of NO

I shall start to whither and die

My heart shall grow heavy 

And the sun shall not rise

Live a pauper's life

Empty pockets and pretty lies

Solemn and somber

A lovely disguise

I buried my flight

'So well behaved” 

Ticking off time

As I march to my grave

And yet if I say yes, 

To following this bliss

The kind that leads to topsy-turvys 

And martinis with a twist

Yes, to the difference in age 

And the difference of place 

The wild funny stories 

And a place on your face

Yes to these lines, 

That just won't leave my head

You go grrrlllll, 

Before you are dead.

If I say yes to this ache

Which I don't understand

That has pulled me right out of

My logical plans....

If I say yes, 

To licking the salt off your skin 

Or allowing you to enter me 

Deep deep within

Then my oh my

Then I shall really die

As I surrender 

To life's sweetest surprise

And this death will be quick

On that night of no moons

As we glide on lake 

And you dive like a loon...

And there in the dark 

Without time, age or space

There we are showered 

In God’s Holy Grace

I am not here 

And you are not there

We are where nobody worries 

And nobody cares

Only our souls to see 

If it were true 

Only our hearts that beat..

I love you.

Kara Johnstad is known as a Visionary, Singer-Songwriter and Mentor to Voices Changing Our World. She is founder of Voice Your Essence, and committed to the  empowerment of spiritual leaders, luminaries, and creative conscious entrepreneurs. An advocate for change in ways that heighten the human spirit, Kara’s mission is to help our world understand the role our voice plays in fine tuning our body-mind-spirit system.www.karajohnstad.com.

You, the ultimate beauty

Deepa Chandran Ram‎ to 365Scribble

10 hrs

You, the ultimate beauty

I like it, when,

the sun smiles at me, mysterious and sublime,

the grass caresses me, the smell of sandy loam,

the breeze whispers in my ears, songs of woven fantasy,

the raindrops grace to pour, the nectar into my fallacy.

The momentary pulse reaps a thousand petals

of vibrant colours on my unwitting palate.

It sends ripples of ecstasy, beyond horizon,

radiates forth, every cell reborn.

I exhale laughter, confession so tender,

my intrinsic nature of selfless surrender.

The thin haze kisses my eyelids softly,

and in that mist, oblivious and dreamy,

I see you…

You: The ultimate beauty.

INBETWEEN

‎Plain Faced Poetess‎ to 365Scribble

2 hrs

Beginning of 

CHAPTER ONE

“It may be that the old astrologers had the truth exactly reversed, when they believed that the stars controlled the destinies of men. The time may come when men control the destinies of stars.” 
Arthur C. Clarke

THE HUM
_________________________________________________

The sound of Inbetween in nonspace is something more ‘perceived’ than heard. Like tonal notes deep and just out of earshot, felt and translated to every atom. Some describe it like standing on top of a giant machine. Nial, the petite, waiflike Afsa inhabiting the Inbetween at that moment, was in fact, as usual, humming along in its head with the sound, harmonically.
Unlike most Jumpers, Nial found the great mysterious hum familiar and comforting.
It was an occupational hazard for Arisan Galaxian Engineers traveling the Inbetween. Jumpers wrestled with terror, decaying time, no air, no senses, direction null. Only their own heartbeat, and the mysterious “hum” to keep them from suspecting they're dead. For most first year engineers, it was overwhelming and after a few jumps, most opted out of the program.
For Nial it was filled with fond memories of Jumps suspended in its Father’s strong arms, his gentle intelligent soft voice humming harmonics. When Nial was Inbetween it felt nearest its beloved father’s presence.
The slim Afsa shifted incrementally within the field. No big movements in transfer. It prepared for the two minute end “push”.
The last two minutes of suspension were always intense, Everyone, including Nial, had to fight unreasonable panic and terror,another anomaly of Inbetween, those last two minutes evoked strong feelings similar to sensations of drowning or strangling.
Jump Space Mechanics explained it as the pressures of the “movement” of matter suspended, from positive atom push to the negative atom draw. This was used to create a “path” where no path should be. Like threading a “hole” through Nonspace and drawing the person through.
Nial concentrated on the phrases Father had taught it, a mediation to patiently endure the last few minutes of Inbetween. 

“Toh - Meadows of red flowers.”

“Shan - Sunlight on a mountain lake.”

“Che - The face of a loved one bright and true.”

Stop. No. Not Phija’s face, Father’s face. Nial fought the niggling distraction and started again.

“Din - An orange cat stretches in the sun.”

“Pah - A bluebird alights from a branch.”

Then- suddenly, with deity-like prominence; light, and sound from the subspace station interjected itself back into the Afsa’s existence. 

Nial started violently shaking as the stasis field passed from Inbetween to subspace.

It occasionally happened, no one knew why. The Afsa was thankful for the ‘cool down’ of subspace to try and quell the reaction prior to materializing on the Jump Station of Terius Four.
It rubbed its arms trying to shake off the ‘shivs’ as it was called.

The Jump Station control room and Guardian slowly materialized into view. The Guardian brought the panel slider down and looked up, nodding up at Nial, inspecting.

The Afsa stepped down off the platform, and presented its wrist with the Planar apparatus to the Guardian waiting by the platform, he held a device to open the apparatus, then he removed it from the thin wrist, noting the still shaking hand. 

He nodded deeply to the Afsa Ministry officer in respect, and saluted the Ministry salute, an arm sideways across the chest.

"Welcome to Terius Four Dane Nial."