JAR2 Literary

ORIGINAL WORK

POEMS

THE END

Burst into light

life into night

Love into slight

Hate unto right.

So be it.

The leviathan depths of isolation,

From whicheth silent screams are muffed,

Mineth shattered heart's immoliation,

Tender advances cruelly rebuffed.

Quashed is the light and tender emotion,

Forced to bear burdens dark and loathsome.

Outcast the vanquished under an ocean,

For it is the soul that must rise and get some:

light.

Reprieve from Endless night.

A lull in the once mighty fight,

Against the evil for the right

For that I've struggled with all my might,

the just.

Foreth they are pure and true and must,

Be saved.

Foreth little hearts the likes of lust,

Are waived.

And innocent dreams, tools just,

to be enslaved.

The good and upright in whose trust,

we've paved.

The Road.

To hell on which their shattered bones do lie,

Surrounded by which, Erupts my heart's last cry,

To deafened ears which trade did buy,

I lay downeth my sword and stoically die.

In death,

No pain,

For love did stain,

My life....

To be continued.

With lack of inspiration a poem loses it soul,

To avoid condemnation I try to fill my role,

A promised prose to lady who hardly I do know,

Seems desolate and empty as Northern wind that blow.

Not bad, say you whose interest is only in the manner,

My love worn on my sleeve, or something like a banner,

For it is warmth and closeness that I do really seek,

For my prose is really only, written, for the meek:

And humble.

Hearts,

That bumble.

Ideas,

That crumble.

Life,

To dust,

Love,

To rust.

Die,

We must.

And all that is lost will never be regained,

And all the words from which I do, in fact, refrain,

For in their writing all, that I do feel is pain,

And were it to be let out it would come down like rain.

John Robles

04-27-04 POEM to One I Love

Impressario by John Robles II

I couldn't help but cry a tear

With lovers heart I live in fear,

To hear your voice so distant, gone

I strove to voice a happy song...

But if the demons of the night

With whom I am in endless fight...

Would try to take my love away,

Then for myself I've this to say,

I love you.

As winter's cold leaves this stark land,

And summer gets the upper hand,

Attempt to come up with scenarios,

More worthy of the impresarios,

Who just play games to win the heart,

My love is true I thus impart.

And if these words can not explain,

The depths of love I feel. Disdain!

I love you.

As mountain spring loves shady nook,

And yarn requires the weavers hook,

So too am I in want of thee,

As is the squirrel of the great tree,

My love sings true polyphony.

And in so doing courts to thee.

So as I put down humble pen,

I’m emboldened to repeat again.

I love you

I love you….

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Victory Day Poem

In Memory of the Perished

With stalwart determination, thrust onto the battlefield,

They lived and fought and died, wounds that have never healed.

To thwart an infestation, borne from the bowels of hell,

So bravely fought with pride, so many millions fell,

Against evil deviation, fascisms evil creed,

Born in the minds of men, blood letting wert their need.

Such blasphemous devastation, wrought on this land of ours,

Must ne’er be allowed again, to exist under the stars.

So bravely did they perish, their ultimate sacrifice,

We must never forget, or we will pay the price.

Their memory we must cherish, pass down into the ages,

Bowed head with deep regret, as time turns its drab pages.

And everything around you, at once you know it’s true

And all that we can see, we owe it all to you.

Thanks must be given unto, you Veterans one and all,

Because of you we’re free, you brought fascism’s fall.

And in my humble way: I’ve nothing else to give.

I try to scribe this poem, for the land where I do live.

In memory of this day; Your lives are gone forever

Your ghosts forever roam, our tears would fill a river.

And as you banished evil, forever we must strive

Never to forget, because of you, we are, alive…

John Anthony Robles II

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I watch,
as the raindrops fall to their death.
I watch,
The white mist of my own breath.
I watch,
helplessly at those who suffer.
I watch,
As my love is taken away.
I watch,
As the meaning of my life slowly vanishes.
I watch,
my vision blur from my tears.
I watch,
In awe at the world I am about to leave.
I watch,
I watch what I had never seen
I watch,
As I take my self away.
John Robles
Copyright © 2005 by John Robles II

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The breeze to feel
No more thinking
To know I'm safe
No more of that picking
The sky so bright
Fly to the sun
And fly back again
I hope I won
I hope to appear one day
in my favorite place
Wondering if anyone cares
If that's the case

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the sunlight that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.

I loved you, you were everything to me.

John Robles

Words like a bird song
Full of desire
Bring me to life
And burn heart like fire

John Robles II

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A SHATTERED HEART

A heart in isolation, may be a thing sublime,
Were not for desperation, pulling all the time.
And though my deep emotions, destroy me with their fire,
For all I am, I give to you, I’m walking on a wire.

Hence heart is all, mankind doth hold
Its goodness’s made us bold,
And love a thing so pure and sweet
Not to be bartered or sold….

But look at us, the fallacy we are oh, humankind,
For all of us are nothing more, than slaves to the daily grind
Though heart is not, and heart is free, no matter what we do
We always end up falling down as wearing iron shoe…

"Oh trade, oh trade were thou wert dead
The time needs heart, ‘tis tired of head,
We’re all for love the violins said…." (Sidney Lanier)

And cadence changing like the rhymes,
And wording attesting more modern times
Delivering something akin to limes….

Bittersweet, it is my dear,
And nothing that I wish to hear,
For fear of heart, is fear of fear….

Ah, but hope !!! The brightest testament,
Has it’s deep oceans, to me lent,
And in the beauty herein lies,
The answer sought high in the skies…

For me, to be, just as an oak, protecting thee.
Would fill, my heart,

with all the joy, try to impart,
To you, my love,

an angel fallen from above,
And now, I pause,

to fight on always, in my cause….
Which is, for you,

the only thing that I can do…
I can’t, do more,

I wish I could, and do implore,
That you allow,

me once again, to show you how,
My love is true,

my heart a deeper shade of blue…

And now, the time has come, to stop all of this rhyme…

A thing of beauty cannot be,
Too long or short, as you will see.
Its measure is its quality...

JOHN A ROBLES II

JUNE 2004

I'll wait for you everyday,
And thus this life will be,
Not tied to me in anyway,
From me you are so free,
And whence my heart is put away,
So no one else can see,
I take it out almost every day,
and wonder what will be.

For love when it's hidden,
Is love that's true,
And paths unridden,
As mine to you,

Leave nothing to chance,
And nothing to say,
A rhyme or a prance,
For that is the way.

If we are to be
Ever as one.
If we were to see
The light of the sun.

Then we must not take,
A single thing to chance,
An thus we will make,
Our love out of dance...

We must nurture our love,
With all of our might,
A gift from above,
To guide through the night,

This gift from above,
Is all that I own,
A thing we call love.
But I am all alone...

JOHN A ROBLES II

JUNE 2004

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You're eyes were deep and told me,
All that my heart could see...
Your lips were soft and lovely,
More than I thought they'd be....
And for those few brief moments
My heart for you did pine...
As if we'd be together
Despite the sands of time...
I only say this to you,
For my heart is filled with fear...
That only for those moments
You would ever be near....
Now when I think of your face and your soft little hands,
My heart is torn asunder, I hope you understand...
I know I am not a poet
But his I wrote for you...
I will try not to show it,
But my heart belongs to you...

JOHN A ROBLES II

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And now I have to go,
My life again,
The daily show,
To play the role I play,
Which tires with every passing day,
My heart must be all hidden,
My love and pain aside,
For if I were to let them,
They'd lead me to surely die

Mine heart is pure,
Once filled with good,
Whiled away by life's frustrations.
Of love I am sure,
Heart fly to would,
Beset by manifestations.

JOHN A ROBLES II

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Hear my screams, oh deafened ears,
Cold and heartless, in thy fears.

You’ve dirtied and sullied all that was pure,
You’re soulless and loveless of that I am sure.

In fondness and care, I tried to be there,
Always for you always so true, alas in despair.

And now I curse thee, back to hell,
Thy two-faced lying, for that I fell.

You’re greed and avarice, will banish your soul,
You’re filthy minds are all you can hold.

My love was true, and noble and pure,
Your hate and indifference hold no allure.

And now in pain and desperation, I hold this knife to heart,
And scream a silent scream, to make the demons part,

And leave this soul, so sullied and alone,
In the peace that it had once known.

Before your mask of lies drew me in.
And my head did you spin.

Around and around, and all I was was your clown,
The jester in your twisted court of lies, put down.

Reviled and defiled by the very object of my love,
Twas it my fault I gave my heart, for you my love,
To tear apart.

I leave you now, for the other side, from whence I came,
No not with pride, only with pain, caused by your game.

JOHN A ROBLES II

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BROKEN HEART

Broken heart, pain does not part,

Growing stronger ever day,

A new start, did for me depart,

That's all that I can say.

In times of isolation,

I huddle as in fear,

My soul in desperation,

Your love upon did sear

To have a gift and not be heard,

Is utter devastation,

To be a bird whose song unheard,

Can lead to immolation

You answer not, what has thou sought,

Of someone low as I,

I do not fear for the time is near,

And with it I will fly....

Your words may mock,

but then, may not,

The depth of them astounding,

My broken heart

Hence nevermore

Inside my chest be pounding
JOHN ANTHONY ROBLES II

OUST BUSH

An all star cast,
Has just turned out,
To oust our evil ruler,

Our lives he'd flaunt,
Without affront,
To him we're cannon fodder.

For all our efforts,
We may fail,
Unless we fight on harder,

The crooked, lying,
Treacherous fiends,
Our souls will try to barter.

Just to ensure,
We are all cowed,
The war drum keeps on drumming.

For all of us,
To just stand by,
For me it would be stunning.

Our one desire,
In all our hearts,
To take our country back.

We just fight on,
They scare us all,
With threat of new attack.

I wrote this poem,
Because I think,
The gentler understand.

The time has come,
We fight as one,
It's time to make a stand !

JOHN Anthony ROBLES II

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ORIGINAL WORK

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06-18-04

Silent Screams

Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain
Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain
My soul is torn asunder, I curse you, God of Hell
As you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I befell.
You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair
Then lanced me in my troubled heart, to depths of dark despair
Nemesis, I beg of thee, rise up in righteous ire
Protect me from Tisiphone, from Hell's eternal fire
With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night
Alas, in forlorn desperation, I journey to the light
Banished to mind's Coventry, I heed the demon's call
Beckoned by the silent screams, I enter Dante's hall.

Silent Screams

By Rob Halford

Look at me I'm chasing
After dreams left in the storm
What I am is all
That really matters now
That lies are gone
That lies are gone,
All the lies are gone,
The lies are gone.
Tempting fate and losing
Friends along the way I loved
No regrets
I'm standing
With a needle in my heart -
Needle in my heart,
Needle in my heart,
Needle in my heart.
You'll never know
My life means everything
Still I scream because
There's nothing left to do until the end.
The world goes on
With all that I've become

And still I scream inside

For all the pain I've taken hasn't changed.

Nothing's changed at all

The truth is like a chain

Heaven's calling me
The place that I belong
Killing pain -
Killing pain.
Close my eyes a million faces
Get inside my mind.
Take a breath and fill my troubled
Soul with all mankind.
Killing pain -
Killing pain,
I'm killing pain,
Killing pain.
The world goes on
With all that I've become.
And still I scream inside
For all the pain I've taken hasn't changed...
The man in black
I'm coming back to spew my evil hate.
My crown of horns and bloody thorns
I'll dig up what you fear.
I am the shape that's in your room that watches over you.
I am the needle in your heart - your disillusioned God.
I am God, I am fate, I am all the sins you make, yeah - hate.
I am black, I am white, I am the blood upon the knife, yeah - hate.
Since time began I made a vow to drag you underground;
To steal your soul of purity and watch you waste away.
I am pure, I am right, I'm the God that makes you fight, yeah - hate.
I am life, I am death, I will steal your final breath, yeah - hate.
I prey upon your broken dreams your weakness gives me strength.
I'm laughing at your silent screams I'll crush you with my hate.
You take it all
And face the fear that's here
Until the Silence Screams
it leaves you with no choice to carry on.
You'll never fall
When all is said and done
The only Scream is here
The journey never ends - it's just begun...
The lies that never learned
The needles in my heart
And things will never change
So everytime I scream I'm killing pain.

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Excerpts from my favourite poems, novels, and some of my favorite quotes.

"Our aim is not to destroy all armed force in Germany, because any intelligent man will understand that this is as impossible in the case of Germany as in the case of Russia. It would be unreasonable on the part of the victor to do so. To destroy Hitler's army is possible and necessary."
-Josef Stalin

"The League of Nations is still strong enough by its collective actions to avert or arrest aggression... There is no room for bargaining or compromise."
- Foreign Commissar Litvinoff (September 21, 1938)

"This war is not an ordinary war. It is the war of the entire Russian people. Not only to eliminate the danger hanging over our heads, but to aid all people groaning under the yoke of Fascism."
- Josef Stalin (June 22, 1941)

"Oh merciful lord… crown our effort with victory… and give us faith in the inevitable power of light over darkness, of justice over evil and brutal force… Of the cross of Christ over the Fascist swastika… so be it, amen."
- Sergei, Archbishop of Moscow (November 27, 1941)

"For the burned cities and villages; for the deaths of our children and our mothers; for the torture and humiliation of our people; I swear revenge upon the enemy… I swear that I would rather die in battle with the enemy then surrender myself my people and my country to the Fascist invaders. Blood for blood! Death for death!"
- Russian War Oath

"We secured peace for our country for one and a half years, as well as an opportunity of preparing our forces for defense if fascist Germany risked attacking our country in defiance of the pact. This was a definite gain to our country and a loss for fascist Germany."
- Josef Stalin (July 3, 1941, speaking about the non-aggression pact between the USSR and Germany made in 1939)

"The situation of your troops is desperate. They are suffering from hunger, sickness and cold. The cruel winter has scarcely begun. Hard frosts, cold winds and blizzards still lie ahead. Your soldiers are unprovided with winter clothing and are living in appalling sanitary conditions. Your situation is hopeless, and any further resistance senseless."
- General Rokossovski (on a note to the 6th Army trapped in Stalingrad)

"All that the Great Lenin created we have lost forever!"
- Josef Stalin (1941, after the Nazi armies' early victories in USSR)

“We have met the enemy, and it is us.” Dennis Hastert

12-31-2003 I was searching the net and came across another quote. SEE: BBC

Common defence policy? Against whom? The unification of European military forces must, in order for there to be any chance at realisation, come after the real and concrete implementation of common and joint economic, social, geo-political, and governmental policies which serve as a basis for the unification of Europe which would be needed to allow any real and workable defence policy to be feasible. Third party forces must not be allowed to influence and dictate the goals and methods by which such a scenario could be brought about. It is the negative, in the long term, influence of self serving outside forces that would make such a scenario non-beneficial to the whole of Europe and the interests of its individual members.

Those with the real power to bring about such changes could do so, however due to man's tendency toward tribality and domination and an inherent, possibly warranted desire to protect ones own, such scenarios, (such as unification), are unlikely. It is my opinion that a neutral and united Europe would, in the long term, say in one hundred years or so, be a force that would bring about global stability and possibly world peace, were the leadership to implement policies and plans with those goals in mind.
John Robles, Russia

12-17-2003 I was searching the net and found this quote by me, it was pretty good but I had forgotten about it. It summed up my views of the 20th century. You can see it at news.bbc.co.uk or at drumbeat of death

The 20th Century: History, the register of man's folly, saw humankind achieve technological wonders and moral turpitudes on an equally grand scale in the 20th century. The angel-like and noble, work in progress, that is humankind, has not yet exterminated itself and has achieved great good in its struggle to attain spiritual betterment, despite of, or perhaps because of, its inherent biological weaknesses. Even though we continue to corrupt our planet and are still prepared to kill one another in the name of freedom there is hope for the propagation of our species. There is hope, I for one, am optimistic.
John Anthony Robles II, Moscow, Russia

The chief attraction of military service has consisted and will consist in this compulsory and irreproachable idleness. Leo Tolstoy (1828–1910) War and Peace.

Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe.
Heraclitus (c. 535–c. 475 BC), Greek philosopher. The Cosmic Fragments, no. 90 (c. 480 BC).

All you can be sure about in a political-minded writer is that if his work should last you will have to skip the politics when you read it. Many of the so-called politically enlisted writers change their politics frequently. … Perhaps it can be respected as a form of the pursuit of happiness.
Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961)

"War is murder, force, anarchy and debt. Its end is evil, despite all incidental good."
W.E.B. Dubois, 1935

On Islam: Women are duty-bound to behave with dignity, to walk calmly and refrain from hitting their shoes on the ground, which makes a noise.
Taliban Observer (London) 27 July 1997

The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference.
Bess Myerson U.S. government official, columnist. Quote from Redbook, New York, April 1974.

09-11-03 "May we not forget all of the people who have paid the ultimate price any human being may ever pay, the mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, the unknown soldiers and innocent victims, the brave and the meek, the strong and the weak. All of the dead. Dead to settle some score, dying on foreign shores and at strangers' hand on the battlefields of history, pawns in machinations set forth by powers equally strange. Dying alone, as we all ultimately are in death, but not forgotten." By JARII

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
-Albert Einstein

"I become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds."
- J. Robert Oppenheimer, a scientist involved with the development of the atomic bomb (July 16, 1945 quoting the Hindu Scriptures after the first atomic bomb detonation)

S'io credessi che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per cio che giammai di questo fondo
non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

" If I believed my answer were being made to one who could ever return to the world,
This flame would gleam no more; but since, if what I hear is true, never from this abyss
did living man return, I answer thee without fear of infamy."
Dante, Infernon XXVII, 61-66

08-21-03 History has shown that any religion or system of government that embraces oppression,
violence, and the intolerance for the views and beliefs of others is bound to fail. Any religion that
does so blasphemes the very idea of God. Any government that does so will collapse. JARII

Yea, Love, sole music-master blest,
May read thy weltering palimpsest.
To follow Time's dying melodies through,
and never to lose the old in the new,
And ever to solve the discords true--
Love alone can do.
And ever Love hears the the poor-folks' crying,
And ever Love hears the the women's sighing,
And ever sweet knighthood's death-defying,
And ever wise childhood's deep implying,
But never a trader's glozing and lying.

The Symphony, Sidney Lanier, 1875,1877

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

And the raven, never flitting , still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore!

The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe, 1845

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past
I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

The "Litany against Fear," Frank Herbert, Dune.

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