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5 Poems from Vol.2(new friends)May 2007 release/thanks
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
Thanks to all of you for the support. Below are 5 poems that you guys seemed to have liked so I will post these for the final time (for new friends on here) and the next time you see any new work will be in May when An Abstract World Vol.2: Emotions is in stores nationwide and my page http://www.TonyHanesPoerty.com/ if you read these before please disregard but I have to put something up for my new myspace family to see and I hope you all get and enjoy the book. God bless (this is only 5 pages from a book with over 100 poems so don't worry there is a lot more to see)....please let me know if you enjoy the work...thanks for the personal emails and love and by all means.....let me know if you would like a book in May..if not ..thanks for always taking the time to read and make all of those comments last fall as i shared my work with you...
1. (Chapter 1: Diversity)
"The Greatest Poem Ever Told"
The wind blew from the Heavens as I sit here reading the literature passed down from the "Dead Poets Society" with a fine glass of ancient grapes...I laugh as Dante vividly describes how hot it is in the "Inferno"...yeah...love can burn the shit out of you ....but... a life in sin can also provide everlasting heat...at least...that's what vacation bible school taught me even though I cheated in class...this made "Psalm 23" by the Psalmist hard to believe because I drank and smoked on so many trees...oh the elevation but I digress...On this night Homer took me to "The Iliad" right after Shakespeare had me amazed with the "Sonnet 18"...my eyes stay tired but Langston asked me...What happens to a dream deferred?...the cool breeze smacked my reality and there was no answer to this question ...I'm only a mere mortal you guys....I'm only a mere mortal you guys ....so allow me the opportunity to share your stanzas with today's poets who knows no history...your writings are my history...can I join you Edgar as my fingers turn from "The Raven" to "Amazing Grace" by this guy called John Newton who was also a member of the society that I would love to reside in forever remember me guys....remember me as I remember "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelo or "Fog" by Carl Sandburg...man....the fog outside makes it hard for me to read "Requiem" but I push my eyes deeper into the page....deeper into immortality...deeper into "When I Consider How My Light Is Spent" by John Milton ...I sip the fresh grapes again and feel a slight buzz....oh hell....I'm almost drunk but sober enough to know that "Jordan" by George Herbert is a work of genius...I'm a genius because I'm not afraid to day dream.....I relax and think about how Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden and Phyllis Wheatley would have viewed my Abstract World.....would they induct me....would they allow me in the Harlem Renaissance....would Henry Wadsworth Longfellow or Robert Frost allow me in their fraternity....I want to belong....I want to be a Poet....I want to be a name that lives on through words that capture the souls of all readers....just as the Dead Poets who continue to bless my spirit...continue to influence my pen and pad......continue to preach creativity...I got up and walked into the lobby ran into Nikki Giovanni who told me to never stop writing.....never stop the path to my destiny and a forgotten poet....you will never be......a forgotten poet.....you will never be..............< /P>
"One with the Heavens"
So many intricate details are carved into your existence and like a maze...I daze into your likeness where there are no colors that can describe your presence. visions of a rainbow glow in your pupils where the pot of gold .is as simple as a kiss and the blindness of this utopia ......will not allow me to sleep so...I day-dream of leaving here and traveling to paradise with you....I am your king...or am I?. Will you take a ride on my Chariot? There is enough room to carry your heart, soul, and passion so I'm asking. Can you and I be...One with the Heavens....where we will observe this world from a different perspective.... Where our blessings .. can never be scorned. This is our moment...I breathe for this moment and when the creator decides to take me on a ride back to the essence....I would like to be a memory in your universe for generations to come...Can I plant a seed that will grow into a tree of life.... that spreads righteous leaves on the tainted grounds of this "sheep land" nation. I face this dilemma...To live in a Hell where love is only lust or....Our wings can spread and you and I can be...One with the Heavens...this is rare...Have you ever been there? Each minute is forever so right now is the future as I sit here and fantasize about you...I rub my eyes and realize that you are only a bag full of ideas that I purchased from the liquor store....A quiet room and a cold bed allowed me to re-evaluate past relationships over a long island ice tea...One With The Heavens ended up being a bottle with a 12% alcohol volume that resides in the liver of a lonely man......
Living in your brain is not easy so I travel through the blood stream all over your anatomy for recreation. They call me "Medication" and I'm your God your Jesus...your Buddha your parent .your belief system a peaceful night of sleep happens only when you believe in me .believe in my will believe in my scripture or better yet my prescriptions you can find me as a solid or liquid from 5mg to 500mg I came in all sizes, shapes and colors but you can simply call me "Medication" or your savior I've saved you from death, disease, suicide, homicide and your own stupid thoughts I own you every second, minute and hour so stay true to my love I am your love so never forsake me as I take you on trips all over the world Does my emotions captivate you? Don't you miss me when I'm gone or when I'm runny low you feel low I'll pick you up faster than any other friend I'm a friend until the end though the end .depends on me a lot of times can't you see my importance I'm a control freak but you love it .you love when I beat you you love when I make you feel helpless .don't lie I'm your earth and your motivation I am Santa Clause so I wrap your mind in my bliss your present is my present that I give to you so open with care read with care don't be afraid of my side effects don't run from my side effects they come in doubles but only for today your headaches ..just take one of my cousins .dizziness oh my brother handles that nausea oh .grandmother has the remedy so my family has your best interest we rest in your bathroom its our room so enter at your own risk they call me "Medication" but I'm more like your angel or guardian
One billion years ago you birthed the 3rd planet from the Sun therefore; I am your son, your descendent, your child so lend me some direction. I took a journey that lasted 9 months in your canal and now I continue to travel through this wilderness until my travels are over. Mother of Creation .Mother of Pleasure .Mother to one of the most important living organisms I need The Great .The Lovely The Treasure ."Vagina" you are the Goddess that the Greeks praised and sculptured "Vagina" the glorious muscular tube projecting inside of all females I love you Why would anyone dare to challenge your authority I kneel to you my Queen as soldiers dropped to the feet of Nefertiti a million months ago You are responsible for the birth of God's ..the birth of Kings .the birth of all living things .we all traveled through your disambiguation where the outcome was uncertain and some failed to complete the trip and .rest in the eternity that will never be I made it .I did swim...yep... through a waterfall and fell into a universe that appeared so complicated "Vagina" ..you are so complicated .why do you pack so much Love and Hate?..."Vagina" why have you caused so many Wars to take place on the soils of many Nations?..."Vagina" you poisoned the minds of great leaders and transformed them into dictators I adore you I'm jealous of you .. and I'm upset with you all at the same time At one point you confused my emotions and what I thought was love .was lust ."Vagina" you are so rude you are so selfish and though I hold you in such high esteem because of your vision .the way you smell .the way you taste .the way you move I like the way you move .the way you have put me to sleep on countless nights .I wish .I wish you would stop confusing the bodies and minds that you own stop killing yourself .you are the Godmother of life Please Please .share yourself only with Gladiators .not peasants .no confused men should feel the wetness of your grace Dear "Vagina" we need you to step up and take place on the "Thrown of Life" again Mother of Creation .Mother of Pleasure .Mother of the most High .I hope that I see you tonight I have so many things to say .I have so many things to say Hear my pain .
"God vs. Satan"
..On both shoulders sit the soul and image of two angels that pull me in opposite directions opposite perceptions of how utopia is suppose to be .so I wait .I wait for advice but the words are spoken in languages that maybe Socrates, Plato or Aristotle would have to decipher... maybe they made it up maybe it was approved by the first Pope or King maybe this is all a dream "God vs. Satan" ..they fight when I'm sleep two set of prayers two set of stairs to walk up is it the highway to heaven or .the stairway to a sauna that I refuse to rest in .refuse to believe it's a place of blessings .I still listen .unclear words cause my shoulders to shake and head to ache as . I fight with the laws of both angels who call themselves saints call themselves creators but I created a mental road-block and fall on both knees with both eyes closed I see The School of Athens, The Vatican, The Sistine Chapel, and even the church where I was raised .baptized and taught by my father who was the minister that The right shoulder was where God stood and he would never tell me a lie never tell me goodbye and never allow me to fry in the pool of false prophets developed by Satan who's nickname is The Devil ."God vs. Satan" well eleven years ago visions of Purgatory came in the form of a nightmare.....the form of a slight scare ..Yesterday I pushed both angels off my broad back as they traded scripture traded theories about the start and finish beginning and end .alpha and omega creation to destruction heaven and hell freedom to praise the god choice is against the law against the powers that be .against what made me free ..so I hide in the closet of personal ideologies waiting for someone to change my M.I.N.D
ok .that was 5 pages out of a book that has over 100 poems you'll have a lot to choose from ..peace
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
"1977" by Tony Hanes (Dedicated to my Mother) Dec 06
Current mood: calm
Yeah...1977 my mom died and I was less than 2 years old....the last poem in Abstract World Vol.1 was dedicated to her and it was called "Your Face Is A Mystery" so if you saw the book you know what it was like so here is one off the dome for her as I sit here an look at her picture.........This will be added to Vol.2 this fall.
...Only five years after the Vietnam War there was another battle starting to erupt on the soils of your soul. ..I hid behind the infantry as the enemy set to plot an ambush that would weaken your immune system....shots fired...we ducked....we ran...we tried to hide but our destiny as a team would not embrace the future...this is torture....this is the aftermath of a Nuclear explosion....I am the remains...tainted....without passion...at times ...without direction...without that hug that allows me to fight off villains from foreign lands...or demons that reside on my left shoulder as I drink the "devils nectar" 30 years later....a six month war ended in an injury that was fatal...I only saw you again in my dreams....I only saw you again when I looked in the mirror of the scars retrieved through heavy artillery...they hurt...they burn...life stabbed me in the back like Caesar...like the Great Flood...like Pearl Harbor or better yet....a queen called Katrina because my captain floated away with no life preserver....she was my life preserver....she was the reason I learned to swim now water is my nemesis...maybe I'm selfish because I'm not feeling this....27 year old trooper died in battle...died before I could walk....died before I could sing.....died before I could talk...now my silence is like automatic weapons...it comes in packs....it comes with an iron lung that screams at the beast that took her life...1977 Heaven might have retrieved an angel from earth but.....my camp became open for more attacks when the leader fell with the flag....I tried to pick it up but at 16 months....its was too heavy...it was too confusing...it was something that I didn’t quite understand.........I never heard of Chemotherapy...So I sit here on the hill with a photo and a cup of "Sorrow" that’s is filled to the top and ........I remain thirsty..........but my armor is still Strong........
God bless you Nancy Hanes 1950-1977 R.I.P
(Copyright @ 2006 Tony Hanes)
Here is the one from the book done over a year ago...
Your Face is a Mystery...
I tossed and turned in your womb
The world was a mystery
Life was a maze that I didn't know existed
A few more weeks and my travel would begin
When and where it ends I have not a clue
One thing I do know to be true
You loved me
I don't remember tasting any toxins from
Bad habits through bad advice or just living long days and short nights
I do remember how gentle your rubs pushed
Against the walls that protected my life
Why did you leave so soon?
Once the bright lights hit my weak eyes
You died a year later and I could barely SEE
Tony Hanes...27 years wasn't long enough on this earth mom.....peace
Friday, January 12, 2007
"Comfort vs Bitter" by Tony Hanes
Current mood: artistic
"Comfort vs Bitter"
..How many times are you going to push my mind into a corner?...The same corner and wall that I laid against last night after........ the pay per view boxing match ........that was live in my living room, bathroom, balcony and every crevice of this concentration camp that you call affection.....my perception of "Sweet Love" ended up putting my "Soul on Ice" now I'm "Bitter"....I heard you hit her but not me....not me....not me....but I lied to myself now I'm trapped in your yesterday playing the same queen in your movie.....you use to move me....now you move me all over this dungeon where demons and dragons rest easy...maybe death can please me...maybe eternal sleep could ease me...you pulled my "Dred Locs" last week from the car...through the drive way....through the grass until we stood "Outside Your Door"...I ignored all of the signs before and now these stop lights flash so vividly.... from the skies..... to my eyes ...where I've seen the lies and igored the truth...I'm tired of walking with a "Tear and a Frown" around your friends...f*ck you....f*ck you....f*uck you I whisper and scream to myself but....nobody hears me....they think you are a casanova....they believe you are a casanova but you are my personal GET WELL CARD and its hard to contain this anger but....I got something for you...."The Way" I use to love you....the way I use to touch you....will never be revisited again..the "Fellowship" of my "Body" and soul and .......that firm hold that your hand find peace on my throat is over ...its over....its over..Sitting here in this restaurant with all of these blank face couples is enough for me to relocate someones destiny ....so I will not live like them...I see the hurt on all of their faces as these jocks sit here and ride each others d*cks.....Go ahead fellas....tell us.....tell us ..tell us.....the little closet secrets...you guys really like each other.....peep this....a real god...king...soldier...man....would never play "ping pong" with a womans face and knock her from grace...in the bathroom I paced back and forth thinking about a get away plan...my "Good Intensions", "Loyalty","Sincerity", and "Trust" are over and "Bittersweet" thoughts float from every angle of my being.....As we ride home after another night of invisible passion I wonder how I will make it to ROUND 12 tonight....I've heard so many bells ring but this was my retirement party....After ROUND 10 and a bloody nose..... that glock that you bragged so much about..... was sitting in your mouth....no more ....no more......no more....I SQUEEZE
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