The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

The Moon & Stars

I thought this would be a great topic to drop. I think it is challenging and will inspire wonderful creativity.  I know, it sounds easy, but writing it will change your mind. This week in the LAB, we have a dear friend of mine, who has been with me for such a long time. We’ve weathered the storms together, good and bad and although, she is half way around the world, we are connected by the same Moon & Stars…

Happy Writing

David Cardenas


54 responses

  1. The Moon and StarsBy David Cardenas

    I promised her the moon and the stars if she stayed
    But I didn’t get far, see she quietly turned and walked away
    I stared at the moon, I told him I had a lot to say
    So we stayed up all night and talked until we was greeted by the day

    I fell asleep under the shaded tree while the sun watched me
    I felt maybe she hated me, maybe the love I had was to costly
    I drifted into a dream, falling backward, somebody stop me
    I just wanted to ask her, what exactly would her love cost me

    I woke up as the sun was parting ways and saying his goodbyes
    He said, “It’s not your fault”, but I know that was just a good lie
    So I said hello to the stars, I wondered had I misunderstood life
    Would I not have been a good man, would she have been a good wife?

    Again, I greeted the moon and the moon boldly replied
    He told me, “We may not have won, but at least we tried”
    I laughed as I got up to leave, but then I heard a deep sigh
    It was my true love, she returned with a kiss for each eye

    I promised her the moon and stars, but she settled for my heart…

    September 20, 2011 at 8:21 am

    • nice penning, david. the shoulda, coulda, woulda’s always leave a mind out of focus at times. love your rendition and possible scenarios! i shall have a go at it…. peace.

      September 20, 2011 at 5:30 pm

      • Thanks Marsha, I wanted this one to have a happy ending. I also wanted to communicate the relationship with nature.


        September 21, 2011 at 5:56 am

    • Thank you David for your Intro and as you have said, not as easy a subject to write to as one might imagine. Thanks for the ‘Host’ Job and I’m looking so forward to reading what comes out with this subject.

      September 20, 2011 at 11:54 pm

      • Frankie … I love your whole piece … especially the last stanza! I believe that the moon and the stars truly have a magical effect on everything! I so enjoyed reading your words. 🙂

        September 23, 2011 at 5:54 am

    • WOW! double WOW! This is just dreamy David. The romance here is to die for. I’m a sucker for happy endings and you did it so good here. 🙂 Magnificent INK.

      September 20, 2011 at 11:56 pm

      • Thanks Frankie, I wanted to try something a lil different. This topic appeared easy, but it was somewhat of a challenge. I dig it.


        September 21, 2011 at 5:53 am

    • Wonderful ink Cipha….Really touching

      September 21, 2011 at 4:43 pm

  2. What a lovely poem Frankie. It was very inspiring and written with so much heart.


    September 20, 2011 at 8:22 am

    • Thanks David, it was a pleasure to try my hand at this subject. I found it not such an easy topic and it did challenge me a bit. Looking forward to reading how others handled it.

      September 20, 2011 at 11:58 pm

  3. The Moon and The Stars
    By Debby Frank Glennon

    the moon and the stars
    the sun and the sky
    all held overhead up high
    they’ve been there for life
    and even now as i have grown
    they have flown
    even further away
    i thought one day that i might touch
    the magical stars and squeeze out the dust
    i thought one day that i would jump on the moon
    fall in a hole and be carried back in a giant balloon
    i thought one day the sun and the sky
    we’re happy to hover over us ..way up high
    i thought and i thought until i had grown
    just remembered the thoughts i had known
    when i had been inspired to write this poem
    if not for the moon and the stars
    how would we know how to dream
    of phenomenal things
    how far we could go
    with all the space in the air
    rockets blasted there
    man walked on the moon
    was a feat unbelievable
    but when a woman tried
    it blew up before our eyes
    all answers but yet i have why’s
    the sun and the sky
    the moon and the stars
    no matter how dark
    no matter how bright
    the moon and the stars
    the sun and the sky
    light up our life
    to dream
    dreams that may
    or may not come true
    depending on you
    and how well you do
    what you do

    September 20, 2011 at 11:46 pm

    • A very interesting write Debby, covering a lot of ground and posing some great questions too. Well done!

      September 21, 2011 at 12:01 am

      • thank you Frankie— i am so happy too get a review from you…debby

        September 22, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    • Love it Debby….

      September 21, 2011 at 4:47 pm

      • thank you phoenix… again i didnt expect any feedback….. so nice to see it here…debby

        September 22, 2011 at 2:38 pm

    • Nice writing, Debby. I caught myself nodding ‘yes’ while reading it. 🙂

      September 23, 2011 at 5:56 am

  4. Your words are simply amazing and relaxing in this piece Frankie….Love the sublteness of its flow

    September 21, 2011 at 4:46 pm

    • Thank you so much Phoenix, as I have said to David, I found the subject matter very difficult to write about, but it was great to take up the challenge.

      September 21, 2011 at 10:29 pm

  5. Mr. Moon and I

    You an I are one, alone, not star stands by your side;
    Although, many may admire you, you sit in solitude in the sky.

    I understand your plight, many associates, yet no companions;
    They pop up once or twice, but mostly they leave you, up there abandoned.

    Yet you continue to shine bright, never letting the cycle dwindle your shine;
    Oh how you an I resemble, never letting the isolation dwell to deep within your mind.

    It is nature’s will you see, some gain strength by being alone;
    But I ask you my dear friend, have you ever wanted a star to call your own.

    That one star you can count on, a star as beautiful and gentle as could be;
    A vision of heavens loveliness, a star that allowed you to be who you wanted to be.

    Is this a dream you and I share? Has the idea ever made you stop and think?
    Or do you enjoy the solitude of the sky? Is that something which makes you feel distinct.

    You know I respect all that you do, All alone shining bright Mr. Moon;
    Only thing that we do not have in common is, for you the stars will be out soon.

    September 21, 2011 at 5:17 pm

    • This just blew me away Phoenix. You are showing a side I have never seen before. So softly beautiful and with such depth. The comparison of the moon’s lonliness to your own was just brilliant. Well done.

      September 21, 2011 at 10:28 pm

      • I thank you Frankie. I kind of wanted to come at this different because you, yourself are unique in your writing so I wanted to capture that by bringing a different twist to this.

        September 23, 2011 at 11:20 am

    • Very sad one here BP. I like where you went with this. As always, you killed it.


      September 22, 2011 at 8:18 am

      • i agree with frankie brilliant….

        September 22, 2011 at 2:45 pm

      • Thanks Ciph…. You know I try to expand my pen as best as I can

        September 23, 2011 at 11:21 am

      • Thank You Debbi….

        September 23, 2011 at 11:21 am

    • Awesomely written, BP. Posing questions, pondering thoughts making me go … Hmmmmm, I wonder too! ❤

      September 23, 2011 at 6:00 am

      • That is an honor coming from the First lady…. Thank you Marsha

        September 23, 2011 at 11:22 am

  6. hamza


    The sands of Egypt seen many of my foot-steps
    Tie my Camel down, n find a place to rest
    Hard to have a eased mind with a troubled heart
    Seeking the stars to guide me to a new start
    A soft breeze gave lift to the sands
    Soon after did appear a long bearded man
    I said, I’m hamza…he replied, call me sands
    The traveler didn’t appear to be weary
    He started the fire and then sat near me
    Sands asked, ever heard the tale of the moon
    I snuggled in my sack & said tell me strange fool
    He said, “ the moon shines on thieves n lovers
    Stolen moments by willing adulterer’s
    Nocturnal creatures and guardian angels”
    I asked sands is that all. He replied no
    Thiers another tale the heavens don’t show
    The nine planets & their moon’s included
    Hold their secret with few and they’re secluded
    These planets and moons are mirly a cocoon
    For beast to fight with satan on the day of doom
    The cocoons circle the sun, waiting the day to come
    When your hand grips, it becomes a crushing circle
    That was these cosmic shells soul purpose
    So while we sleep and the secret lovers creep
    God protects us with nocturnal creatures
    Fire and guardian angels…..”
    I said to sands, but what of the sun?
    He replied, “ the sun is a many things
    It’s god chief agent, for human life
    Warmth of our planet, plant nurturer
    Allumnate the sky, No need to explain further
    The sun’s hands cover the earth at nite
    Every seen a falling star, or a falling light
    Anything that comes in the atmosphere
    Burns up right, the signs are all there
    The stars are large angels shining and watching
    Guiding & waiting to ambush the devilish circle
    To crush and damn the evil strategic purpose
    When the battle is nearly won
    humans will escape into the door-way of the sun”
    then I said, be-gone sands. Leave me to my leasure
    he replied, fine, I’ll leave you to your leasure
    but know this now that you’ve heard the tale
    I’m no liar, you do have a choice to believe either
    And as I turned in my sack my mind began to drift
    Captured by the tales of Egypt’s sands,
    wondering what if

    September 22, 2011 at 3:07 am

    • A wonderful mystical tale Hamza. You have become quite the story teller. I love this one, it speaks much wisdom. Thank you!

      September 22, 2011 at 3:34 am

    • Wonderful story telling here, Hamza. It brought forth imagination and wonder in my mind. Excellently penned.


      September 22, 2011 at 8:16 am

      • phew — your grandparents must of told you some wonderful stories as a child…. love it…

        September 22, 2011 at 2:41 pm

      • Naw, but I have always had a great imagination. Thanks Deb.


        September 23, 2011 at 2:47 am

    • Loved this story, Hamza. I was lost within your words and tale. Great penning, dear friend!

      September 23, 2011 at 6:04 am

    • Amazing tal cousin, I love how you took us on a trip through a world created by your words…Keep your pen poppin

      September 23, 2011 at 11:24 am

  7. donna

    He arrived in top of the range wheels to my humble hood,
    In a pristine suit and designer shoes, all photo-shop good,
    It had been a while yet it was as if time itself had stood still,
    And the very sight of him practically repressed my self will,
    The distinct smell of his cologne tugged at my heart strings,
    Reminding me of times gone by; of all the old familiar things,
    We had shared so much; savoured life as young lovers did,
    I was taken back to a place where I was no more than a kid…..

    The moon and stars were beautiful tonight; shining so clearly,
    Nevertheless I could almost touch the fear as he got near me,
    I had to be cautious, he was self-assured; the ultimate player,
    Long ago he had chipped away at me; peeled me layer by layer,
    My confidence had been stripped back until ‘I’ was entirely lost,
    I had walked around on eggshells; my fingers constantly crossed,
    But this time around would be different; of this I was utterly sure,
    Because the girl he once knew was now a woman to the very core…

    He smiled, that stunning yet deadly smile he had mastered for years,
    Virginally white teeth gleaming in the moonlight; I silenced the tears,
    That threatened to stream in remembrance of the ‘me’ that used to be,
    The one that got lost in the ebbing and flowing of his relentless insanity,
    This girl with scars so deep, so real, was still inside me, waiting to evolve,
    But the image of ‘him’ kept her from returning eating away at her resolve,
    The time was now, make no mistake, this night was for her and her alone,
    And by the light of the moon and stars it was definitely time to attone….

    He slowly moved forward, his arms outstretched for the ultimate embrace,
    With the look of victory and triumph aggressively written all over his face,
    I moved in to meet him and our bodies locked; our destinies now combined,
    And I felt a surge of revenge and justice; all of a sudden my rage was blind,
    And all at once my gun was resting at close range in the very pit of his chest,
    I pulled the trigger and eagerly watched his face as the chamber compressed,
    Blood splattered coughs; hands outstretched begging for help on the floor,
    I was certain that this son of a bitch would see the moon and the stars no more …..

    September 22, 2011 at 7:29 am

    • That was deadly hot, Donna. I love the imagery and the storyline. Wonderful done and executed. No pun intended.


      PS. I miss you

      September 22, 2011 at 8:13 am

    • Hell hath no fury as a girl, now a woman pissed off! LOL…. this just blew me away Donna, so wonderfully revengeful and what a great story and perfect rhyming. Lovely to read you again too. Hugs. xoxo

      September 23, 2011 at 4:26 am

    • Hot damn, Donna.
      I can live vicariously through your words and stay out of jail all at the same time!
      Vicious writing to the core;
      masterfully planned so “he’ll” be nevermore!
      Amen, Sis!

      September 23, 2011 at 6:09 am

  8. wow— nicely written on a day we executed troy davis…. whom will no longer see the moon and the stars…..debby

    September 22, 2011 at 2:43 pm

  9. I loved the serenity of that piece Frankie!!! and definitely felt everybody’s pieces but I can’t comment to each individually cuz I’m on my phone and I’m not really sure if this is even going to post lol…but here goes…

    I saw you both
    When my coat was being ripped off
    And I was forced on my…
    Pleading until every hope in me decomposed
    Into your mocking light
    Colliding right into the vibration of me blaring
    But neither one of you replied…
    I saw you both
    Every..single…time…my feet deceived me and I fell into me
    Yet being the darkness that surrounds you
    You got used to not seeing me…
    And I got used to living in suicidal cycles
    With every blink leading me into a spiral lying idol
    Staring straight into you..the moon and stars ..trying to pretend
    They shine on me instead of through me
    Condemned and starved…Clenched into dry blood carved in its stench
    Only to be penned and placed below you….once again… in the dark..

    September 22, 2011 at 7:43 pm

    • Wow, “I saw you both…” This was beautifully dark. I am amazed every time I read your work.


      September 23, 2011 at 2:49 am

    • Damn Rox!!!!!, amazing! yes, you growin girl, and that’s scary.

      September 23, 2011 at 4:23 am

    • Amazing INK Roxy, and so cleverly executed. This is a most unique take on the subject. Love, Love just LOVEEEEEEE it.

      September 23, 2011 at 4:29 am

      • And thanks for your comments on my piece too/

        September 23, 2011 at 9:19 am

    • Now Roxy … that was hella deep! Wow

      September 23, 2011 at 6:11 am

  10. “Smelling Stars”

    She sits on the moon and smells the stars
    I swear the air looks fresher up there
    But I’d give anything for her to come down
    And smell the wind with me
    I wish she were a lil more down to Earth
    But she wasn’t meant to be stuck walking across grass
    that never seemed green enough
    She envied the stars for having a sweeter aroma of attitude
    How can they shine even when it rains?
    I’m wishing I could explain…
    The sky has limits
    It can keep the distance
    Between lovers like blue skies could never love rough grounds
    Cause their foundations were different
    Some say the skies have no root
    But maybe that’s why stars shoot
    Ready to crash to Earth at speeds you can’t see
    So they can sneak their love to rocks that could never as much as sparkle
    Maybe she sees those stars as me
    And she
    The rock….oh how she remains so solid
    But I wish she would shoot her way on down and I’ll provide a soft place to land
    I need that love she would carry…. (I doubt I’ll get it)
    Ready to walk away but I tarry
    And I stay with my eyes fixated
    With so much I could assume
    As she sits on the moon…
    Nose to the stars…
    But I swear…I bet the air…
    Smells so much sweeter…so much fresher…
    Up there…

    September 23, 2011 at 4:20 am

    • Very, veeeeery nicely penned BP. I love the concept, the imagery and the wordplay on this one. It carried a great feeling about it.


      September 23, 2011 at 5:15 am

    • Nice one, Chris! I could feel the anxious energy and the longing in your words. Keep on trucking, my friend. Deepness within your lines.

      September 23, 2011 at 6:15 am

    • Magnificent write Chris. Wonderful imagery and again, quite a different take on the topic. Well done!

      September 23, 2011 at 9:23 am

  11. Oh, Dreamer’s MOON
    A SLIVER embedded on blackened canvass
    the SILVER – perched silhouette to the past
    lives living heavenly, chasing CLOUDS, bending wind
    caress our FACE, our bodies,
    our hair …. air/err out SIN
    STARS stare then blink with quickness transposed
    a GLIMMER, a wink, was seen by others I suppose
    as NIGHTFALL approaches my mind is set free
    as daydreams turn inward, I pray DESTINY

    23 sept 2011 marsha nelson (c)

    September 23, 2011 at 5:47 am

    • Wow, this is beautiful. It almost sounded like a lullaby. Wonderfully done. Marsha.


      September 23, 2011 at 6:26 am

      • Thanks, David. xo

        September 23, 2011 at 6:30 am

    • I adore this one Marsha, I’m amazed at the wonderful talent this subject has brought out. You did a fantastic job here.

      September 23, 2011 at 9:24 am

  12. The Failed Immortal

    nice piece Frances…

    September 29, 2011 at 4:34 pm

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