Heaven's door

I walk to the light and see Heaven's door,
wondering what in life I have in store.
Knock knock! Knock knock! I'm back again,
tried to be good, please let me in!
I know I've done wrong but I don't throw stones,
Knock knock, please let me in out of this cold!

I know I have stolen, I know I've lied,
please oh please won't you let me come inside.
We'll see! We'll see! Stay on the path,
please do your best with what you have.
Take nothing for granted and love your life,
We'll see how you do with your new found light.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111117

Author note: This poem was written in response to dVersePoets.com FormForAll challenge. This week the form was a 'Staccato'. This is only the third non-freeverse poem I've ever written. Taking up these challenges really forces me to put my mind into my art.

Another note: I just realized I did it wrong. I did not make rhyme the middle of the first & second line in each stanza. Oh well, here's to a valiant attempt anyways :)

Another note: Fixed the first stanza, but want to leave the second broken. The first I was able to change without loss of meaning, the second I can't.

A child inside

I'm a child inside due to a childless past,
time to grow up,
and do it fast,
I'm an obsessive posessor on insanity's border,
of pain and despair I've been a collective hoarder,
is it a disorder?,
or something I can work through?,
I've always felt screwed,
I can't prove with intent that I've have had the power to choose,
I've been abused,
but it's something nobody can see,
because I've believed my secrets should be kept inside of me,
indeed,
I've been inprisoned in my own self cataclysm,
it's because I've chosen not to make different decisions,
but it's time to move forward,
get up and move on,
grief is like a ghost,
I can accept it and make it gone,
I'm not wrong for not accepting any help,
it's only because I wasn't listening to myself,
with the pain I've been dealt,
by my own hands,
leaving permanent internal welts,
pass me the scalpul,
I need to perform surgery,
remove this psychological cancer before I allow it to murder me,
I've lived through hell,
so I know I can survive,
but I must disassociate from the past to fully become alive.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111115

Rain on my parade

This guessing game is as fun as rain at a parade,
I'm tired of playing this almost every day,
it's lame,
and it's draining on the brain,
I've already taken too much of the blame,
pain is what this cycle creates,
a race,
after being sprayed in the face with pepper spray mace,
running around in this vicious circle collapsing only when my heart breaks,
but wait,
from the frustration comes salvation,
but just like masterbation,
feelings must be kept quiet,
as to not break the unbalanced silence,
I don't like it,
I'm allowed to feel hurt,
I do have self worth,
I now care how I feel,
after not caring since my birth,
it's not selfish to express what I've felt,
when nobody has helped,
I'm childish or complaining so my concerns are constantly quelled,
but I soldier on,
with unresolved complaints,
I sit alone confused and resentful until the next time I relive this fate.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111019

Incite change

Political and Corporate manipulation,
is the condemnation,
and makes humiliation,
of thoughts of a nation,
...so as individuals,
we lack public consternation,
and any power to lay waste to them.

The Government is another story,
of people working for their own glory,
do you know what it's like,
when you can barely make it through,
then the Feds come by and try to fuck you?

Don't worry,
the street life's still in my blood,
I'll threaten to start working for cash,
by returning to selling drugs.
You can't take from me what you can't see,
what you expect from me,
is impossible,
come on, think realistically.

I can't continue to slip into depression,
I will absolutely do what I must,
you take, take and take but never give back,
I'm here to say that I stopped giving a fuck.

Child support deadbeats,
you've allowed it for years,
all these *publicly* funded programs,
do nothing to alleviate tears.

Bailing out big banks,
what the fuck is that?
If it was me,
I'd allow the economy to collapse.

What about bailing out real people,
wow! that almost makes sense!
Oh wait, I forgot, for you short term,
there's no return on that investment.

Many funded programs,
are funded on a needs basis,
it's quantity not quality,
and the program directors become racist.
There is only one colour that many of them see,
one special colour, and that colour is green.

I'm not saying,
that they're all like that,
but the ones that are,
will deal with my verbal wrath.

I'm sick of witnessing those around me,
getting fucked and screwed,
by the very organizations,
created to protect me and you.

My efforts of making political statements,
are about to ramp up hard,
targeted, direct, to the point,
what you've seen so far is just the start.

I will use all the tactics that I have,
ones I've learnt in the streets,
and the ones these orgs use against us,
I'm going to turn the knife back at them and stab.

Anti-Political and anti-Corporate statements,
pain alleviation,
and the cultivation,
of public unrest,
of an entire nation,
speaking out is an infatuation,
and I will,
even if it's on my own,
lay waste to them.

I will assault those who have assaulted me,
verbally, emotionally, psychologically,
I've reached a boiling point,
I need to vent about all these things,
that are infuriating me.

This time though,
instead of aimless rage,
I have targeted feelings for those,
who take advantage of people,
they're the ones who will pay.

I have this uncanny ability,
to find out little secrets,
now though,
in public they will leak.

I will prove that to incite change,
all it takes is one,
one person to turn the tables,
and make YOU look like the thug.

-Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20101024

Parallel perception

Endless parallels carved through existence
a symbol of human achievement
creating a perception of eternity
fore and aft continuous interconnected railways
bind us together.

Sense of anticipation arises;
the mile long elephant approaches
heartbeat racing as the beast screams
it slows to its resting place

Scent of hot steel permeating the senses
each child in tow with its unique colour and textures
appreciating the art that adornes the mobile gallery

Making a mark
careful not to impede others
mighty monster of beauty
a graffiti artist's dream.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110918

Author note: This is my first non-rhyming write I've ever done, so I don't even know if it is a poem or not. I was inspired by a love piece the other day, so I tried writing without rhyming. This was completely against everything I've ever known. Critical feedback appreciated.

Feeling of sensuality

I want to feel your glistening skin,
and taste your sweat on my lips,
I want to have you in my arms,
I want to take you to the stars.

A woman's body is a temple,
her soul inside is like heaven,
I love the feeling of sensuality,
I'll give my all, wholeheartedly.

For me to touch, I must have love,
a strong soul-meshing emotional bond,
when I eventually say that I love you,
I promise it will always be forever true.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110914

Love through touch

I'm the type of guy,
who needs physical touch,
with my soft gentle hands,
I'll infuse you with love.
Just look in my eyes,
and begin to believe,
that I will make you feel,
divine ecstasy.

Take my hands,
as I pull you close,
and whisper in your ear,
a love song I wrote.
Holding you tight,
as I kiss your lips,
love through touch,
is where my happiness is.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110813

Love described as words

Dearest Sabra, my one and only,
rescued me from a life of feeling lonely,
how does a poet come up with the words,
to accurately portray what you deserve?
All I can do is write to the best of my ability,
exercising from the depths of my linguistic agility.

My love for you comes from an emotional collection,
a visualization of the full colour spectrum,
a musical symphony that has until now been unheard,
and I try to transpose these senses into words.

My love glows for you like a star in the night,
your very presence provides delight in my life,
the grass is greener, and the sky more crystal blue,
since the very day you adopted my soul into you.

I see a future with colour, I see a future full of hope,
it won't be long, and you'll see actions instead of notes.
My future is vibrant, my future has purpose,
this time we've had apart, has been more than worth it.

If you feel this is a fairy tale, that may be true,
but you are Cinderella, and I have your glass shoe.
So be prepared for love, and all that comes with it,
because my words will turn to action, and my actions are intrinsic.

I won't care what we have, I won't care where we live,
I just know in my heart that we'll be harmonious.
We are perfect together, forever we belong,
my love story with you, will be my unwritten song.

We will live a life, like in another dimension,
it will continuously feel like escalating ascension.
Our love is divine, it will act as our guide,
our souls will merge as one, providing eternal peace of mind.

When I tell you that I love you, close your eyes and make a wish,
and before you know it, I will bless you with a kiss.
My love is like a river, a river with no end,
each morning we wake up,
we'll have a newly heightened love all over again.

If my beloved words, bring tears to your eyes,
open your heart, and open your mind.
My words aren't even half of my love so pure and true,
you will be in for the shock of a lifetime,
when I can show all my love to you.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110822

Depressive monotony

Abandonment issues has got me in depressive monotony,
I was let out of prison early cause they didn't even want me,
like a sliding window each and every day,
one day I'm happy, the next I'm depraved.

There's not a drug on the market that helps with these symptoms,
I have so many feelings of hurt, I couldn't even list them.
Insecurities abound, I'm incapable of feeling love,
I want to be my free floating self, but I'm stuck in the mud.

Jealousy and fear encompassed by crying and despair,
then anger and rage, until I pull out my hair.
It is something that I can't just turn off,
sometimes about myself I just don't give a fuck.

There is so much agony, I just can't get it out,
like having your throat cut, then trying to shout,
some days I wish I didn't have to fight this disease,
other days I wish that God would just take me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110912

Now and forever

This is a rhyme about truth,
a truth inside of me and you,
we all have it, it's in there,
all we need to see it, is to care.

Show someone you love them,
by helping them out,
saying hello,
or ask them what their day is about.

Love your fellow neighbour,
and the love will be returned,
you can then go to bed,
with happiness ensured.

Do something nice for someone,
without expecting anything back,
perhaps you can fix something,
that they lack.

We can turn society around,
by offering simple gestures,
and instill a positive memory in them,
now and forever.

-Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110125

Without facts

I'm becoming inept,
with this anxiety that I've kept,
aboard this vehicle,
which is just about to crest,
I'm left,
with this pain I've had inside,
stop the lying,
my inner soul is secretly spying,
and letting me know,
that I should stay in my hole,
benevolent requests,
are drowned in nothingness,
I'm sick of fighting,
with my own insight,
lowering my standards to please those who think they're right,
all the time,
but they're not,
when I give it second thought,
my experience tells me,
that they're just making me rot,
if I know that I am,
and I know what I can,
why do I put up with their insiduous demands,
they're nothing,
worth the dirt on my shoe,
I've lived what you're preaching,
so let your god deliver you...

...to freedom,
and acceptance,
I'm not the type to test,
I'll leave you in a mess,
of my own self pity,
that you promote of me,
but as you trip on your own feet,
I'll bury you in the proof you need to seek...

...that shows I'm right and you're wrong,
in my life your attitude don't belong,
don't chastize what I say,
because I'll defend it in every way,
when I know I'm accurate, leaving you nothing to say,
I usually stay silent,
without getting violent,
but when I stand for what I know,
and you're talking out your blowhole,
know,
that you can kiss my ass,
as I say
"I'm not sorry, sorry, I'm just statin' the facts"

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110910

Up in the streets

Middle of broad daylight,
crew's got the scene tight,
so much better when I can see,
instead of the middle of the night,
a bag full of Molotow,
one in each hand,
as I stand on this pallet,
reaching as high as I can.
Got three throwies up,
but it still ain't enough,
I want to fill in faster,
but these fat caps kinda suck.

But I'm in luck,
the boys just want me to do the design,
they'll fill in the rest,
then let me do the outline,
but time,
isn't on my side...

I can't do a great big piece,
I've got a gallon of wheatpaste that will cook in this heat,
so they'll finish the bomb,
and in my calm, I'll whip out my brush,
and if I have any luck,
I'll get this stuck,
without drowning in this muck,
but if it happens,
I'll be laughin',
I'll jump in the river from the train bridge,
that we just walked passed.

Ten cans used, and a 10x10 paste,
I feel elated,
on this day,
I wrote two poems while my boys sprayed and waited.

Get out, get up,
it's what the world needs,
more artistic love,
put up in the streets.

© spektrum aka. sieco aka. delyrius 2011

Love is

Love is, the sweet scent of a flower,
the cool mist in the air, after a sun shower,
the colours of a rainbow, a divine symphony,
I will try to explain, what Love means to me.

It is the happiness, that goes above and beyond,
it cheers you up, when something is wrong,
it cradles you when you're down, and rocks you to sleep,
it is the light in darkness, when you can barely see.

A kiss from an Angel, and a touch soft as silk,
builds self-esteem, and caters to free will,
it enhances sexual pleasure, it adds 'de' to delight,
it's the most basic principal, the very spark of life.

It washes away fear, and cleanses the soul,
once you have it, you begin to feel whole,
I have this love, now in writing you can see,
some of the ways, that love has impacted me.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110910

Day at the office

Doing paperwork in the office,
and a fine girl walks in,
I lose my attention span,
and give her a grin,

just when I thought,
things couldn't be better,
my shirt sleeve gets caught,
in the damned paper shredder.

I tried to downplay it,
amidst all the grinding,
but the next thing I know,
in goes my tie.

If I had my street clothes on,
things wouldn't be this way,
but regardless of my situation,
I'll still ask for a date.

My boss comes by,
and hands me my paycheque,
oblivious in this shredder,
I'm stuck up to my neck.

I tear off the tie,
and rip off my shirt,
I get up from my chair,
and begin to flirt.

So I go to schedule,
the date on the pc,
but suddenly hardcore porn,
appears on the screen.

I tried to brush it off,
like it didn't even happen,
but then my vaseline,
fell out of the cabinet.

The workday is over,
walking down the corridor,
but she trips and falls,
over an extention cord.

Her wig falls off,
and her dress exposes her thighs,
oh my God!
this girl's a guy!

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110910

Hatred for other races

Deception and falsified intentions, and now your rights are gone,
to start unjust wars, 4000 lives were torn.
The Bush administration smashed the planes into the towers,
so they could justify bombing countries with uranium showers.

For hours that day, people were glued to their TVs,
most still don't realize, that they were being deceived,
everyone wanted payback, with a military attack,
but all they got, was dead civilians and a patriot act.

Patriotism is the act of standing up for what you believe,
not illegally invading and killing civilians of other countries,
nor does it include, erasing the Constitution,
but it does feed into creating a violent revolution.

I had someone die that day, so I'm authorized to speak,
the only ones I'm angry with are the closed-minded sheep,
look at the facts, 1500 architects and engineers,
have consistently produced evidence, the towers fell to create fear.

For the love of good people, stop paying attention to the news,
the same corporations who are profiting from war control the boob tube,
look at building seven, and how it collapsed,
whoever can't see it was controlled demolition can kiss dubya's ass.

My experience tells us that Christianity doesn't promote hate,
but that's what your government did, on that murderous day,
on this day remember the 4000 innocent faces,
but turn your attention in house, instead of hating entire races.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110907

Do your part

Lost innocence, from the neglect of inner sense,
abandonment and regrets,
leaving souls condemned,
we pretend,
to be of love and light,
continuously pushing the boundaries of the fragility of life,
with our selfishness betrayal and despise,
we must realize,
this isn't good for us,
the only way to eliminate fear is to displace it with love,
I've been 36 years stranded on this earth,
and things are getting worse,
someone loses the sense of kindness every time I write a verse.

We must turn this around and raise the vibration,
I'm elated,
to have been called a positive inspiration,
let's all do our part and smile,
perform random acts of kindness,
do your part for humanity,
before negative insanity blinds us,
it can be tough,
trying to raise consciousness,
but what it boils down to is showing selflessness,
it's a choice,
to be negative in your ways,
or to choose to show love, each and every day.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110909

Dew glistens

I have accepted this as the love in my life,
waking up with the sun and scent of flowers,
the dew glistening in the morning sun showers,
sitting on this bench as I feel what to write.

Waking up with the sun and scent of flowers,
after a peaceful and restful sleep last night,
sitting on this bench as I feel what to write,
losing myself to the pen ink for multiple hours.

After a peaceful and restful sleep last night,
my love of writing has my time completely devoured,
losing myself to the pen ink for multiple hours,
the sun has retired rendering me in moonlight.

My love of writing has my time completely devoured,
being blessed with this talent is divine delight,
the sun has retired rendering me in moonlight.
although it's dark the stars leave me feeling empowered.

Being blessed with this talent is divine delight,
the dew glistening in the morning sun showers,
although it's dark the stars leave me feeling empowered,
I have accepted this as the love in my life.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110908

Houston, we have a problem

This is space shuttle nine, calling back to Houston,
we've got problems up here, and they are condusive,
of mass confusion, we need a solution,
we're melting down in a nuclear fusion,
our seatbelts don't work, and nothing is stowed,
there's a fire on board, and oxygen is low,
we can't see out the windows, and everyone is fighting,
and oh my God! we just got struck by lightning,
we've been boarded by aliens, and they've taken control,
they're flying the ship backwards towards a black hole,
we just hit the moon and knocked it out of orbit,
as it floated into space, the sun completely scortched it,
I don't think much more can happen today,
other than the change of gravity causing tidal waves,
Cape Canaveral just disappeared off the map,
and the New York flooding is being blamed on terrorist attacks.

Shuttle nine, this is Houston, do you read,
we don't know what to do, we're all high on weed,
with all of those problems, you're completely doomed,
let us know how you make out, it's all up to you,
oh, a few more things for when you get back,
the landing gear is broken, and parachutes aren't packed,
so upon re-entry, you're all going to die,
we've given up hope, and we've all stopped trying,
your families are here, but they're passed out drunk,
but they told me to tell you that they send their love,
well, there's one more thing that you should know,
we could have helped, but the engineer was asleep at the controls,
even before you left, we knew there was something wrong,
this is Houston, our final time, signing off.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110908

Most precious gem

I'm sorry I've seemed quite a bit distant,
it isn't because I don't want to listen,
I've just had to deal with emotions,
that came out of the closet,
my love for you is alive,
and is never forgotten.

You are always, my most precious gem,
I'll tell you I love you over and over,
then I'll tell you again,
I pray every day that you will understand,
that my quiet self-reflection will only strengthen this man.

You are my dreams, my hopes and all my aspirations,
I will sacrifice my soul for you, without hesitation,
please see the love in my eyes, it will always burn strong,
in my arms and my heart, you will forever belong.

I'm dealing with my issues, my darkest inner pain,
my reluctance to speak about it, isn't meant to push you away,
I've never had anyone, who cares so much,
so I keep things in, falsely believing it protects our love.

You are my angel, my love and light Goddess,
the way I've bottled up, has been completely thoughtless,
I feel completely empty, when I'm down and blue,
but I promise from now on,
I will trust and share with you.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110907

I do it with love

Fighting off torture and pain,
trying to change my ways,
I'm going through identity crisis,
and I'll never be the same,
or insane,
I just poke fun at myself,
I can't help,
holding the cards that I've been dealt,
but I've felt,
periods of relief,
I've got to stand for me,
and continue to believe,
that I have worth,
and I have purpose in my birth,
these words from my pen prove that I belong on this earth,
dirt, I'm sick of my face in the sand,
I'm going to stand up proudly,
and keep hope instead of making demands.

I hurt, just like everyone else,
but I'm not afraid to push when I get shoved,
enough, I got somethin' to say,
I feel comfort when I'm in graffiti soaked alleyways,
and train bridges,
because they deliver a sense of peace and moments of forgiveness,
sickness,
I don't believe that I am,
the bipolar chastized retard that can't get up again,
man,
do I ever get up,
I master every craft I touch, and I do it with love.
I'm rough,
a little around the edges,
but there are the relentless and pretentious,
who classify me as one of my sentences,
but alas,
I continue to speak,
and will forever do so, as long as I breathe,
this is me, stevieb, did you think I'd give up?,
you can put me down, but I won't drown,
and prove I can love,
from above, like everyone else,
I was born with spiritual gifts,
just because you can't find yours,
doesn't mean on me you can spit.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110907