Wounds of the World: Poetic Tales of Life’S Reality
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You will become part of the pages, part of the truth, part of this book that will simply consume you. You cant help but relate, for each and every living soul someday must feel The Wounds Of The World.They will always find you.
Mark Anthony Shayka
This gem of a read is a compilation of 35 years of intensive creating and work. Each page tells a tale about the flawed and hurtful world on which we live. Thoughts you think but seldom reveal are exposed in a masterfully orchestrated rhyme the author has labeled “street poetry”. You will become part of the pages, part of the truth, part of this book that will simply consume you. You can’t help but relate, for each and every living soul someday must feel The Wounds Of The World….They will always find you.
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Wounds of the World - Mark Anthony Shayka
Copyright © 2012 by Mark Anthony Shayka.
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4797-4112-0
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Contents
Why I remain an unpublished writer
(Intro) Am I A Poet?
Wound # 1
Loneliness
Dream About Angels
The Woods
Down The Mountain
Last Nights Contradiction
Lonely People
Hope
Aging Rock Star
Unfinished Angel
One Thing In Your Life
Black Coffee
Someone
Life’s Bullet
Opportunity
Kickin In The Wilderness
Crushed
The End of the World
A Very Special Dedication
Life
My Yellow Rose
Wound # 2
Used
Southern Town
Bluer Than You
Little Miss Perfect
Closed My Eyes
Spineless Pricks
Every Fathers Plea
In Search Of Love
Shades
Where Do We Go
A Letter To Santa
20 Years Of Haunting
Imagine A Friend
Every Living Thing
No Limits
Wound # 3
INSANITY
The Choice You Made
New Worlds Revolution
I Forgot How To Dream
My So Called Gift
Garden Of Joy
Serial Killer
White Dove
I Know A Girl
Runaway Dreams
5 In The Morning
You Are Not Alone
Porno Shock
Wound # 4
Heartbreak
Shine
Wounds Of The World
A Box On An Island
I Do
Take Em Out (And Shoot Em)
A Lucky Autograph
Reality
3 Magic Words
Alandra Du Boe
Writers Slump
Who Cares
Without A Friend
The Death Penalty
Empty Soul
Ups And Downs
Lovin Yourself
Palms On His Head
Wound # 5
Desertion
Step Up
Bring Em Home
Skeletons In Closets
Playing With Trash
G. E. D
Misery
The Chest
Fooling The World
Wound # 6
Reality
Simple Man
Voices Out At Sea
Fall Asleep Forever
Outside Of My Door
The Voice We Never Knew
My Prayer (Mark 1:23)
Crashing The Emmys
Look At Me
The Broken Chain
Lost
The Seeker
Public Speaking
Not Like Me
Things I Never Knew
Rooms Of White
Wound # 7
Choices
The Leftover Hippie
Don’t Do That
Mr. Cleanser
Eyes Of Wolves
Happy Thought
Won’t Take Me Alive
Your Little Clique
A World We’ll Never Know
Sentenced To Life
Maybe (gullible guy)
Sick Pups
Hey Dad
The Other Side
The Demon
Prison Doors
Black Magic
The Greed Show
What Is Music
Class Clown
Nobody Told Me
Wound # 8
Failure
Misunderstood
Conquistador
Hippie Moses
Evolvement Of Man
The Broken Window
What Else Can I Say
That Lonely Place
Sue From Kansas City
The Night We Met
A Show Of Hands
The Buzzards
Wound # 9
Depression
Opposite Life
Behind Those Eyes
Drunk
The Shoreline
Just As Old
Until I Find Myself
Orphan Child
Alicia’s Lesson
Reachable Star
How’s It Feel
Unknown Favors
Look In The Mirror
Flowers never grown
The Empty Chair
You
Wound # 10
Addiction
A Godless World
Cocaine
The Leper Is Cured
A Rose For Mom
Cancer
Somethin Bout You
The Legend Of Charlie Apple
Communion
Motherload
Inside Of Your Eyes
Enough Already
Someone But Me
Wound # 11
Death
Execution Of A Soldier
Human Vaccine (Step # 2)
The Man I Was
No Way To Live
The Empty Pad
This book is dedicated to:
My brother John Michael Shayka
1959-1981
ALSO:
John Shayka (Father)
Tommy the Hoov
Hooven ( 00 M.B.I )
Patricia Mrs. C
Cossel
Jerome Mr. C
Cossel
Kevin The Vinster
Carr
Margret
Madeline (Maddie) Degville (Contributor to this book )
Justin Mastroianni
Miss you Mom
WARNING: Explicit language, violent subject matters
And Truth
COVER PHOTO BY: Casey McCartney- Bottomley
Special thanks to:
Miss Gibbons my 5th grade teacher at Caley Road School who saw an ability in me that I was blind to, writing. Thanks for the candy bar assignment that started it all. But most of all, thank you for being a phenomenal person and teacher. You have no idea how much I needed both at the time.
Please know, you made a DIFFERENCE in one kids life and I have never forgotten that. You truly are what every teacher should strive to be. You are THE BEST and I thank you FOREVER.
Margret a very old lady (complete stranger) I met for 20 minutes in the hospital when I was 23. She wandered in my room and began reflecting on her life (I have no idea why she chose me) The next day I went to her room to se how she was doing. I was told by a nurse Margret died last night
. Her last words to me I’ll never forget loneliness is a living form of death. Don’t ever let it find you like it did me. Don’t ever be alone
. R.I.P Margret . . . There are no homeless in Heaven, just that picnic table under a tree we talked about. I hope you found it.
Mrs. Pearson my 11th grade math teacher for allowing me to write poems instead of taking the math tests, and then suggesting I post them on the cork board for others to read. Was it wrong? Absolutely, but I never would’ve shared my work with anyone if not for her.
Sal Bello who believed in my writing enough to actually try and have it PROFESSIONALLY published. Unfortunately, no one wants to publish my kind of poetry (rhyming truth). Thank you Sal, for trying and believing. You truly are a GREAT friend. Nothing but love for you and your entire family.
35 years of work
Wounds of the world is a compilation of work from:
My first book: The world that I see
My second book: The anger within
New material never released
(My greatest hits . . . . revised)
My boys Luke and Cody and ALL my nieces and nephews
Love ya tons
Special mention to my Friday poker friends:
Jen M.S.I
/ My bud
Paulie / Ballsy
Bruce / Blackhouse
Steve
Yo, Yo, Yo
Susan G / Studman
J Watt / The voice
Sharon
The annoyance
Swanny / The wall
Scotti / Newbie
Lynn
One funny dude
Wes / My laugh till we cry partner
Casey
The real king of P.O.P
Dave / Richie Rivers
Why I remain an unpublished writer
EVERY PUBLISHER I’ve submitted my manuscripts to has rejected my
work (art) because of my subject matter, language or rhyme. Because I don’t FIT their criteria of what THEY dictate a poet or poetry to be.
In their response letters the publishers have called me to cut throat, to opinionated and MANY other beautifully tagged labels
. They CLAIM my style
and choice of subject matter
is not appropriate or acceptable for their main stream
audience. Therefore we regret to inform you that your manuscript has been REJECTED at this time
.
My dream is to get signed to a book deal and finally have my material on bookstore shelves. As of now, I have to pay to have my own books published!
I will never change my style or sellout just to meet their criteria in order to reach my life’s goal or dream. To me, that would be a flawed fake achievement that I’m just not capable of doing. My words are what they are (the truth) and if the suits of power don’t get it, oh well.
All I know is, with every poem I put out my audience grows because my readers share them with friends and family. Sooner or later I want to believe, my material might fall into the right hands. But until then, I will remain an UNPLUBLISHED writer who pays to have his words read. It’s called paying dues for the art you love and doing it with ZERO REGRETS
My dream still waits
My tolerance tested
My belief won’t budge
So the dream continues
WANTED: A LEGIT PUBLISHER
REQUIREMENT: AN OUNCE OF GUTS
(Intro) Am I A Poet?
Am I a poet, that’s your call, are my words pretty, not at all
So if your taste is birds and bees, in fluffy clouds above the trees
Or if you’re sheltered, void of strain, unfazed by bills, untouched by pain
Than words I write are NOT for you, but here’s one thing you ought to do,
Crack a window, look outside, where people suffer, loved ones die
For that’s the world that sought me out, and feeds me what I write about
For in my ink I strain to seek, the thoughts we think but seldom speak
The thoughts of pain, abuse and fear, the victims voice that no one hears,
My stories told of life are REAL, poetic tales I hope you feel
And my lone goal is you RELATE, to subjects this scarred mind creates
For I will never sugarcoat, or lie to you with some false quote
I lay it out for all to read, in black and white, these words I bleed,
Cause writing is my therapy, it kills the demons trapped in me
Demons most won’t talk about, the ones you have but won’t let out
Some call it genius, others trash, some compliment while others bash
But I’ll keep writing thoughts I think, with this ole pen I call my shrink,
Offend I may, and curse for sure, to grasp these thoughts I’m searching for
While bookstore shelves I’ll never see, cause publishers won’t publish me
And so called poets
hate my stuff, cause it’s not boring filtered fluff
Don’t give a damn about those 2, don’t write for them, I write for you,
Am I a poet? That’s your call. My styles dark, it’s harsh and raw
And all I ask is for a glance, so you might give my words a chance
So you might say I can’t believe, it’s like he wrote this rhyme for me
Cause what I do is seek to find, wounds of the world within our minds . . .
Hope you enjoy
But most of all, I hope you RELATE
Thank you ALL for taking time out of your LIFE
to give my words a chance. I know you didn’t have to
and that’s why it means EVERYTHING to me
Turn off your T.V or radio. Find silence
And Then . . .
PLACE YOURSELF IN THE WORDS
Wound # 1
Loneliness
Stanza from the poem: Lonely People
Where do lonely people go when they’re about to fall
When all they sense is hopeless life with no real point at all
Those times of true uncertainty when nothing’s left to give
When they’ve become a shattered soul, no reason left to live . . . .
IDEA: My very good friend NW told me her mother use to say dream about angels
before bed.
Dream About Angels
Dream about angels my mother once said
As she pulled up my blankets and tucked me in bed
A kiss on the cheek, a joke just for fun
But when I awoke, the joking was done,
Now gone are the smiles that we used to share
The day that I found my mom wasn’t there
Instead there’s a picture that speaks with no sound
When I pick it up, I can not put it down,
For inside the frame is a world I once shared
With a mother who hugged me, who sheltered and cared
My mother who saw me as nothing but good
My mother who loved me, the way a mom should,
And while I stare deep, a tear hit’s the floor
I have one regret, I’ll regret evermore
It’s not knowing then, what’s plain now to see
Exactly how much, my mom meant to me,
So dream about angels I hear in my bed
For those were the words my mother once said
But that’s not a problem, the halo is clear
And under its stardust my mother appears . . .
IDEA: Child abuse
The Woods
I ran to the woods, not far away
Secluded from humans for more than a day
Escaping this torment consuming my mind
Of pain and abuse, I just left behind,
I need some relief from the pressures I knew
Of degrading slurs and the hatred in you
I just had to flee from the anger you store
Thought here in the woods, you could hurt me no more,
Here I can think,