So much I'd do
It just a phone conversation
Is it that? No it's not what it seems
We are distant for now but one day
Holding hands will be more then a dream
So much I'd do
Just to kiss that boy
Can you believe just hearing his voice
Brings me so much joy
Just the thought of actually being able to be with you
Makes my heart skip a beat
I just can't wait for the day
Our eyes and body will finally meet
Just a picture of someone
Is it that? No it's not what it seems
That's a picture of the love of my life
Love that's just to good to even dream
So much I'd do
Just to hug that boy
Can you believe only hearing his name
Brings me so much joy
Just the thought of the day we will actually meet
Sorta makes my eyes start to water
I can't wait for the day
We have a son and a daughter
Just the thought of someone
Is it that? No it's not what it seems
It's a thought of the love of my life
And someday marrying him will be more then a dream
So much I'd do
Just to touch that boy
Can you believe that just the thought
Brings me so much joy
Just the thought that it will be him I marry
Makes my whole body feel weak
I pray that for every waking day
I will feel his lips upon mine and his hand on my cheek
Only the name of a person
Is it that? No it's not what it seems
It's the name of the love of my life
His last name being mine will someday be more then a dream
So much I'd do
Just to hear that boy
Can you believe only hearing his name
Brings me so much joy
Just the thought of the only guy I want to think about
On him I would never cheat
I will sit here waiting for the day
I can do everything with you that I wanna, and that will be the day we meet
May 31, 2007
The Baby
I hold you close I hold you near,
You have no worries you feel no fear,
You wake you drink then fall asleep,
Treasured memories I'll forever keep.
You curl your fingers tight round mine,
You lay quietly you don't cry,
Your cardigan made from grannies knitting,
Warm red booties a snug warm fitting.
Your tiny arms lay across your tummy,
You are a treasure to your loving mummy,
You breathe so soft and silently,
You place every ounce of your trust in me.
I touch your skin it is so smooth,
I tickle your hands every small groove,
Remaining asleep you pull away,
I'm writing this for when I've gone away.
Although I'm here; I've got to go,
I have to look after everyone back home,
I'll see you soon my little man,
I'll come back and see you when I can.
I hand you back over to your mum,
You stir and wake that wasn't fun,
Your mum rocks you slowly and sings a song,
And slowly you close your eyes to the goings on.
I kiss your head and wave goodbye,
Don't want to wake you and make you cry,
I'll see you soon, my precious one,
I'm so proud of my new godson.
xXx
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
Demise
Barely breathing , I need to be free ,
Slowly beating , when will I see
Ive collected my heart , but found out it was dead ,
I have killed myself
My demise I dread , My soul is still burning ,
brillant I presume , if only I could find it so my life can
resume . My search continues for years end , hoping to find it
so my life can begin ..
It won't be soon before long
It won’t be soon before long
You said soon
When I said when
But you don’t understand
It won’t be soon before long
You’re breaking my heart
Every time you look in my direction
You say soon
You’ll break up with her
Then you’ll be out with me
But you just don’t understand
It won’t be soon before long
I’ll smile
Pretend I’m not distressed
Smile
Pretending I believe every word
You say
But sooner or later
I’m gonna realize
That it won’t be soon before long
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
Sidelines
Talk show host and political pundits
Propagandist for ‘The Man’ standing on the
Sidelines with the Stars and Stripes in hand
Brave from a distance, far from the
Battle ground ... no commitment to sacrifice,
Cowardice abounds
Soldiers fighting but unaware of the real
Reason why, at death’s door they may never
Awaken to the lie
Tools of Imperialism ... blood on their hands,
Blood in the sand ... Citizen Soldiers like those
They kill are victims of ‘The Man’
Those who have the least ... fight to maintain
The lifestyle of the Rich ... themselves never
Advancing or progressing an inch
Leader of the free world ‘Commander and Thief’
Military deserter showing the people of the
Earth no mercy or relief
Brave from a distance far from the
Battle ground ... Coward in the White House,
Run him out of town
The Commander and Thief through elections
Change ... The corrupt nature of the system
Remains the same
By,
Abu Lateef
©2007
Demon-KKKratic Let Down
ameriKKKan military pathology, terror directed psychology,
... psychological breakdown,
premeditated, orchestrated, diabolically contemplated,
ameriKKKa’s terror program ... democracy is a sham!
lust for worldwide control ... corporations on the dole
people believing the lies they’re told
dealt a bad hand ... time to fold. new deck ... new deal
chopping off hands before the politicians can steal,
another fake election ... is it time for Insurrection?
demented military pathology, terror driven psychology,
frantic to destroy Free Minds, is it ... insurrection time?
economy ... deflated, national insanity ... fully inflated,
news media over-rated.
executive branch retarded ...that’s how the war got started.
exit strategy ... hotly debated ... foreign policy ... ill fated.
take down ...
beltway clowns ... in DC town,
Washington ... is done ...
papa Bush can’t help his son!
moral breakdown,
psychological breakdown,
political breakdown,
troops morale ... beat down,
citizens let down,
Some say ...
US politicians
should stay ... as inmates at
Guantanamo Bay
By.
Abu Lateef
Copyright ©2007
television explanation
probably
something good
on TV
right now
i wouldn't
know,
i threw mine
out
the window
about 10 seconds ago
got up from
my chair
walked behind
the TV
unhooked all it’s
colorful wires
and rested it in my arms
up against my chest
stepped back and threw it
(through the shattering glass)
then up
to the keyboard
to play
msic for your eyes
and trees
(with me,
poems come at all times
the way animals went to St. Francis)
i hear the tenants gathering outside
like cockroaches
around a
big metal
piece of
electronic food
the cops should
be here any moment
i walked down to
the pool yard
and introduced myself
to the neighbors that I’ve been meaning to meet
(the television now a bonfire)
i knelt down to a young Mexican
girl
in a little sun dress
worn out by another little girl
years ago
i whispered
“Emerson believes in a natural flow of energy”
went back upstairs
i’ll stay inside
with
my broccoli
Door
Knocks
Cops
how the hell
do
i explain this?
i’ll hand them this poem.
i'm gonna
get put away for this
i could of killed someone.
Boom!
another one.
dm
TEARS OF THE HEART
TEARS OF THE HEART
They roll down to every toe, to every finger
Tears that spell sorrow and hunger
They blind my soul with anger
Leaving me in a pain that linger
Until love expels the dinger.
Tears, salty and corrosive
To my soul they are abrasive
Wearing me down to non- creative
For in my heart is the expletive
That soothes the tears that love leave.
How tender is the heart that travail?
How dear is a soul that wears a veil?
When in it’s midst it holds the veal
That poisons the tender zeal
Of a heart that’s not so real.
Tears that flow to no one’s notice
Pain that takes no novice
Bringing tears to the heart’s iris
Blinded by the lack of lories
Just tears of the heart’s sorrow.
THINGS FALL APART
To the day of my last lie
I say hail to the Queen of lies
For I will know you to the day I die
That you wanted my heart to fry
Your undying ego never knew why.
I am free at last, I am free
My mind and soul will be clear
For me to keep my love free of fear
To give it to those to me so dear
To soothe the tracks their tears tear.
To whom can I lay the blame
For a time my heart was lame
When nothing I knew ever came
For me to see if I gave a damn
About the love I laid a claim.
Bye -Bye my Princes of fire
Now you are up for hire
Hope you now can tire
And find the love you sire
Now your Prince is up for hire.
Head on North my dear
Maybe you find the love to bear
In your heart so sincere
But remember to look to the rear
You will see you lost one so dear.
WHO SEES WHAT I THINK
Can you allow me to count
All the things to my heart bring grunt
For it’s not just empty runts
When from them I hear just taunts
From a world so full of fonts.
Just allow me to ask about the new day
Why Jesus was never black for a day
Just tell me why the wise men from the East would pay
To see a King dabbled in hay
Tell me why, why the black man was left away.
For four hundred years plus he was a slave
Just forty years in captivity, children of Israel were saved
By the stroke of a stick to the Red sea their way was paved
But four hundred sea deep tears muffled the cries
Of 40 million black slaves from heaven.
Shame on you Satan, you wouldn’t be black
For if you were our lives wouldn’t be dark
So why to your type you wont go back
And enjoy the blood they already drank
To their guts so filthy black.
Tell me why the world was so mull
When the Blackman’s head was a trophy
At Nyadzonya, at Chimoio, at Sharpeville, even Daffur
Tell me why, when the stab was of a white spear
The world looked the other side in fear.
Why for years Ian Smith was a poet
Who sang of the Blackman’s demise
Who never saw Pik Botha paint the picture
Of an Africa, home of the Boer, snow white
Why would we pretend the debt was paid
When in our hearts the wounds still bleed.
Steve Biko dead, Malcolm X so, who cares.
Patrice Lumumba, wasn’t he killed?
Even the peace loving Martin Luther King?
Tupac Shakur never chose to die
But the killing machine never seized.
Why wouldn’t I believe that they tried
To stop the black race through science
Why wouldn’t I think AIDS is the product
For culling the black race
Why would I trust a whiteman’s intention
When all history speaks of his treachery.
Why now do they shake in their pants
About a Zimbabwe reeling in poverty
When Angola I in a decades long war
Sudan, Congo, Somalia it’s no white man’s land
Black women and children cry to death
But how precious is black life.
Is it a secret anymore, their fear
Of an African resurrection, a new uprising
To claim back what’s rightfully theirs
Taken away by hook and crook
The same good world watched over slavery, apartheid
The same world stands for them in guard of their loot.
Do you see what I see
That when they cry I have to cry
When I cry they only pat me
Who cares about the tears I cry
Or are they just rivers of my sorrow.
Always
I rest thine eyes on thee
Feeling you wanting me...
Upon a shining star I make a wish...
Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss
I give you all I have to give
My heart beats if your does...so we both live
The tenderness in the words you say...
Reminds me I want to be with you always
I rest my thoughts on only you
Sharing tears, and laughter of all we've been through
You make me feel complete and whole....
You touched my heart, and reached my inner soul
I give you only what I ask for back..
Love, honesty, companionship....that's a fact
For once in my life all my dreams are coming true...
It's all because of loving you
ALWAYS
By: Geraldine Charles
FRIENDS NOT FLAMES
OH HOW I LIKE YOU
YOU ARE FUNNY AND BRIGHT
BUT BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME
FOR FRIENDSHIP IT MUST REMAIN
YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO
WHEN WE'RE TOGETHER
THAT YOU CAN TASTE
THE HIDDEN PASSION.
ONCE KINDLED AND LIT
THE PASSION IGNITED
OUR FLAME WOULD BURN SO HOT
NOTHING WOULD BE LEFT
BUT OUR ASHES
Love
What is love do you know?,
Is it something that you show?,
Does it come deep within?
Can you tell me how to begin?
Do you feel it deep inside?
Is it emotions that you hide?
Can you tell me what to feel?
How do you know when its real?
Can you see it with the naked eye?
Do you have it when you die?
Is it something you can explain?
Does it take away all your pain?
Is it like death where theres an end?
Does it come from a friend?
Will it come? Will I know?
Where do you search? Up high! Down low!
Only I can tell you about unconditional love,
It comes from my two angels sent from above.
Dreaded Good-Bye
Dreaded good-bye
You said good-bye
So did I
But neither of us
Really wanted to leave
The other one
So why did we say good-bye
We knew your mom didn’t like me
And you dad didn’t like me
But I guess we never realized
Just how much they liked each other
I sit at the wedding
From a distance
With you
We smile
Pretend that we don’t care
But we definitely care
Yeah…
So we leave
Into foster care
Where we tell everyone
The reason why we weren’t wanted
And people grimace
We said good-bye
As we left with separate families
Wow…the lives we lead
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
I hate this poem (It's about you)
So you say you like me
But you want her
What’s the point of that
You say one thing
But you mean another
You smile
Nod and smile
Keep going
You think you’re great
Mr. Oh look I notice your feelings
But yet you have no feelings
Yeah…that makes sense
I told you I liked you
You told me you liked me
But you can’t break up
With your girlfriend
Because you claim that
You don’t know me
WHY?
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
Falling apart
Falling under a spell
Of the life I supposedly live
Trying to put myself back together
But you know as long as it’s you…it’s ok
Falling apart at my seems
Trying to glue myself back together
But the glue’s not permanent
And it will only happen again
Why do you do this to me
Tell me I’m annoying
I dare you
Tell me I’m nothing
I dare you
Tell me something else
I dare you
I don’t understand you
I tried
But it doesn’t happen
I’m falling apart
Pretend like you care
Really, that’s a good idea
I’m falling apart
Tell me I’m wrong
That’s a novel idea
I’m falling apart
Can you put me back together
Or will you just laugh
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
Let them break you into smithereens
Your thoughts
Let them break
Your dreams
Let then break
Your ideas
Of what you think is going to happen
Let them break into smithereens
Irritableness
Let it break into smithereens
Anger
Let it break into smithereens
Every nice thought I ever had
About you
Let them all break into smithereens
Let me tear them apart
Into a million pieces
Let me throw them away
One at a time
Let me tell you what I think
While spitting on the ground
Let me break you image
Into smithereens
Little tiny smithereens
I’ll make you regret what you did to me!
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
Movie?
Let me tell you
How it would be
If we were like a movie
You would be the person
I was best friends with
But never noticed
If we were like a movie
You would love me
For me
If we were like a movie
You would eventually
Ask me out
If we were a movie
You know
We would live happily ever after
But we’re not a movie
You say you like me
But you can’t ask me out
Why can’t this be a movie?
I would play me
And you could play yourself
The movie would go something like this
We would realize our
Love for each other
Then we would be together
Forever
And have a happy ending
But I guess I need to
Realize
That we’re not a movie
Maybe I need to face
The reality
This isn’t a movie, its real life
Amanda Langley
June 2, 2007
Final Hour
Loving you has been the greatest gift in my life...
Sharing wonderful memories along the wat
The joy I have had being your wife....
Makes me wish I could stay
The doctors and nurses say its time for me to go...
God knows how hard they've tried
I'm not frightened because as always I have you....
Where I need you most...right by my side
I can feel the life slipping out of me...
Minute by minue the clock ticks...seems on full power
Memories of my time with you rushing through my mind endlessly..
I've loved you sweetheart...and even more
My Final Hour
By Geraldine Charles
"Best Friends Forever"
Best friends forever that is what we will be be
Right to the bitter end...
Me leaing on you, and you leaning on me
Always remaining trusted friends
There in the good times,and in the bad
Sharing all of life's ups and downs
Comforting each other when feeling sad
Giving smiles, and not allowing any frowns
There is never a dull moment or a gray day
When I have a friend like you
Your smile is the sunshine to light the way
And cheers me when I am feeling blue
Best friends forever that is what we will be
Happy in all we share and do
I thank the good Lord daily....
That I have been blesses with a special friend like you
God Bless You Friend
By: Geraldine Charles
6 Day War
Will we ever know enough
to truly understand
why men and women
are sacrificed for
a few pieces of land?
What are the secrets
hidden in the sand?
Me and You Song
I want to wake you
tell you there’s been
a change inside
my head
my heart
I’m seeing you
in that way
I want to start my day
waking up
sweetly
you by my side
smiling
me reassuring
it won’t be long
We’ll sing a song with onevoice
all day long
and the night never comes
no more pain and no more hurt
no more wars
and only dirt
where mountains
of rock used to stand
we’ll make up words for our song
and then we’ll roll in each other’s arms
like we’ve always been
in love again
me and you
Me and You
going to sleep
in each other’s arms
eye to eye
what we see
we keep
telling each other
there’s been
a change inside
our minds
and hearts
I’m seeing you
in that way
I want to end my day
lying there awake
sweetly
you by my side
smiling
you reassuring
it won’t be long
We’ll sing a song with onevoice
all day long
and the night never comes
no more pain and no more hurt
no more wars
and only dirt
where mountains
of rock used to stand
we’ll make up words for our song
and then we’ll roll in each other’s arms
like we’ve always been
in love all over again
me in you
it’ll never end
June 2007 (c) Michael
I think I was humming I want to sing you a love song, by Anne Murray when I wrote this but the tune doesn't go with the lyrics exactly, but I did want to write you a love song! 4/18 again!
test
We did a test today
Lost
I walk along this lonely road no place to stop nowhere to call home
My clothes they are tattered and torn the shoes upon my feet are badly worn.
The sky is dark, the clouds are rolling in it sounds like thunder, but it's just the wind.
I shiver from the cold cold breeze with these clothes I wear I'm bound to freeze.
So tired of walking my body aches Why did I leave it was a bad mistake.
I thought I would be better off alone, thought I could make it on my own.
So much has gone on in my life, sometimes I think it would be better to just give up this fight.
I thought I had some true friends, you know the ones that stick by you through thick and thin.
But as the days and the months goes by and tears begin to fall, they were never my friends at all!
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Sandwiched between the ends of the universe
I squinted my eyes and looked around in the starlight
Breathing with one hand cupped over my mouth
To filter out the vacuum
But the smell of stale cauliflower
came through anyway
Secondhand kleenexes littered the floor
The mailbox's red flag was down
The ends of the universe scrunched up like two giant bookends
As if all the stuff in the middle was just so much in need of a duster
What could have been the meaning of the missing rose?
I'm sure only the bookends know
Only the bookends know
Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus I can't count my tears
But you can erase my fears
Dear Jesus I can't be perfect
But I will show you respect
Dear Jesus I can't part the sea
But I am glad to be with thee
Dear Jesus I can't count the days
But I will follow all your ways.
One dimensional
You think I’m one dimensional
Well I’m not
There are many sides of me
Many reasons why I am the way I am
You call me two faced
I say I’m just listening
To what you’re saying
I listen to him too
I don’t agree with either of you
You get upset
Because I hang out
With different groups
Play the part of every friendship
You tell me that
I don’t know myself
Oh…But you do right?
Don’t get all upset with me
Because you can’t figure me out
I’m not meant to be figured out
Or understood
I’m meant to be loved
Amanda Langley
June 2, 2007
A Father's Poem
One of our gifts are our fathers
They aren't bothers
A father can be a friend
Until the end
A father can be closer than a brother
Just like any other
Fathers are like a gem
Don't mistreat them.
A Girl
There is a girl who does hope
One day to cope
There is a girl who longs for an earthly friend
To be with her until the end
There is a girl sad and lonely
Please don't let her be sad and lonely.
A Grandma's Poem
A grandma is someone who loves you
And cares for you too
A grandma is someone who will read you a book
And loves to cook
A grandma is someone who will tickle your feet
And loves everyone she does meet
A grandma is someone who spoils you
And loves God too.
Always
I will always love my twin sis
I wish I could give her a kiss
I will always think about her
And the fun we could have had
I will always wonder if she looked like me
It would have been cool to see
I will always miss her
And love her too.
Hurt
When I first saw you I knew I loved you
I would go to the end of the world and back.
I gave you make all and you crush my heart.
I gave you a child and you ran away.
I love you for ages and you spit in my face.
Hurt is what I feel when I think of you.
Lying in bed awake at night drying my eyes
When I wake up in the morning you are no where
No where to be found, where is the man I gave my
heart to.
He is no where to be found. He hurt me so much
Hurt feels like pain. And pain is a knife in my heart
Twisted and stabbing me twenty times over.
Hurt is what I feel when our little one has no dad
I just what to crawl up in a corner
Because you have hurt me so bad.
Hurt is what I feel, I need it to go away.
cradles of darkness n delight
in cradles of darkness
beneath autumn skies
the lonesome dreamer drifts on by
through years of torture
dreams of insanity
the words of comfort
writ in sanctimoniously
down pages of virtues
through halls of dust
the stars of heavens
offer trust
the words of scriptures
yet to be
offer hope and sanctuary
the coral reefs blow through sands of time
adrift on oceans
drank in wine
from faded virtues and hopeless spin
the dreams of men
were left reeling
from sages words and lines of rhyme
the transcript verse
Sanskrit and divine
the psalms discovered in words of grace
the master hides his other face
the ships that sail to foreign lands
with sails of gold and loyal bands
pirates treasures lost in time
deserted islands with fruit and vines
so many questions
virtues true
lost in time
fallen through
the hollow cosmos
heavens level three
gives comfort to the likes of thee
When Your Clock Stoped Ticking
We'd already accepted time wasn't on our side,
But we decided to push that to the back of our mind,
Wanted to make you comfy and make sure you were safe,
Doing besdie vigils so you wouldnt be alone whilst awake.
Then when I sat beside you I wanted to cry,
But you stirred and awoke so I wiped my eyes,
It was your strict order you din't want the tears,
You put on a brave face to hide our fears.
You looked so weak lay in your bed,
I sat right beside you feeling fear and dread,
What would happen when you were gone?
How would I find the courage and strength to live on.
It was all in those moments when childhood was gone,
Watching you become weak when you once were strong,
The bond we shared all those years then grew,
And it really hit home how much I'd miss you.
I held your hand and you gripped it tight,
Quickly the day slipped into night,
My mum came home and came up to see,
She crept inside and sliently hugged me.
I was shocked at how fast time had gone on,
My mum told me I was so strong,
She asked me if I was strong enough to cope with this,
So through my breaking heart I silently whispered yes.
On that day you died I wondered round in a daze,
Couldn't really cry I was just in a haze,
On the day of your funeral I was coping o.k,
Then heard the horse and carriage and my eyes gave way.
The time for you came round so fast,
Sitting at your bedside was a thing of the past,
On the day your clock came to a hault,
My heart stopped loving and life was at fault.
I earned to be with you I wanted also to die,
Just to stop this hurt and to not cry,
But slowly over the months I pulled myself together,
And realised in my heart we'd be one forever.
Vicki Wroe, 17. (c)
MATTERS OF SOUL LOVE
Things I know…
I know god did not give me this man.
He may have been my soul mate
But truth be told getting there I was late..
I also know some of us exist out
side of the time we are to lived in
Now…
Maybe we are the dead that do not know yet.
Like spirits snatched out our time.
Something because from the first
moment I knew your soul matched mine.
I know to catch a man and keep him you have
to keep your bags of tricks close to you.
I know…. it does not take much for him to stray
Some women just give their good things away.
I know
You can not get another one of these in a minute..
Not this kind of heart felt love.
No song to go with it…
to describe the intensity in it…
No win in it
I know that a soul mates love can kill you…
As well as get you kill…
Or worst than dieing a
soul mates love could leave you to live.
I know there are worst things than dieing.
I know that we can get to comfortable in love.
Take it for granted.
I know when someone threatens a love like
this it is rarely in danger
For the two involve will continue to find each other.
This life time or next…
A soul mates love will demand it’s proper respect.
I Know..
It is a power in itself.
And will not be denied
I know that
like a powerful drink you must be
mature to handle such a love.
This kind of love is so bright that the light of
it is seen by everyone near.
Very few will understand this.
Some go so far as to think their voodoo in your kiss
Because why else would he act like this.
They do not see anything special in you.
while they think of ways to get him from you,
they must figure out what to do.
I know that
Without the bonds of strength of this soul,
it will break away..
But the power of it will not let him
away from you stay.
Nor you him…
Times of the soul powered love will tell
it to screw them.
But no matter how much you struggle and
work it will not be denied
For a soul powered love will not hide.
So keep your cool…
Do not be made a fool
Cause he could cry for you far away
Yelling and screaming day after day,
will not make him stay.
Cause though the soul wants what it wants
And it hurts so bad..
Tears to keep you sad.
Comfort found in other places
Smiling faces
Friendly embraces…
Leaving lipstick traces
While looking for comfort or not,
It is just their and he does not turned away.
But take this advice, about it do not think twice.
You do not have to fight for what is truly yours.
Just be careful not to give it away.
Because the most important thing I know…
You cannot out bitch a whore.
Think about it….
it will come to you. Mz.
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Star Within
I look over at you,
And you return the glance,
You watch me sympathetically,
As I sit here and watch you dance.
You try not to stare,
But I've really caught your eye,
Because even though I have crutches,
I'm here to be an actress and soar really high.
You watch in amazement,
As I begin to strut my stuff on the stage,
What you dont really know,
Is that I've been doing this from a young age.
You suddenly stop dancing,
And sit in my seat,
As I face my Cerebral Palsy,
Which affects my legs and my feet.
You are caught up in amazement,
As I belt out my lines with such pride,
My talent outwits my disability,
Which for now is pushed aside.
Vixi Wroe, 17 (c)
Love Was Greedy.(M.P.Bridger)
When the rainbow soared above me
In the shimmering droplet haze
I think on when our love was greedy
Midst those balmy sun blessed days.
In Nightingales I hear your laughter,
Twinkling stars I see your eyes,
When your love was ever after
Neath those gentle moon-drenched skies.
When the morning comes to greet me
Nature calls me from my sleep,
Then I see your love so greedy
Never more was mine to keep.
You have left now for another,
Birdsong in your laugh has died,
I shall build now and recover
From this broken heart inside.
Silent now your cheering chatter,
Silent now your cries of fun,
To the gales your scent has scattered,
Stars have vanished, every one.
Darkened nights have spelt disaster,
Yet recall with silent sighs
When you loved me ever after
Neath those gentle moon-drenched skies.
Gutless (M.P.Bridger)
How many times have I heard
A man, pint in fist
Say he'll never understand women?
I've lost count.
How many times have I heard it said;
'Can't live with them,
Can't live without them'?
Perhaps millions.
Sitting alone in a empty bar,
Letting the beer and smoked gloom
Comfort my nauseating self pity,
The dim lights politely ignore my pain
As yet another adventure of the heart
Lies crushed and mangled on the floor
Beneath my bar stool.
I catch my reflection in a pint glass,
Distorted and confused like my aching mind
And realise with careworn certainty
That these pearls of wisdom are wrong.
I understand her well enough
But cowardice ensured once again
That I couldn't let her
Understand me.
'Faint heart ne'er won fair maid.'
Now that's one old saying
That's too bloody true.
When You Thought I Wasnt Looking.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You bought my birthday surprise,
When I was mis-behaving,
I saw those tears in your eyes.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You sneaked a cigerette,
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw a sight I'll never forget.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you cutting your wrists,
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You clenched your fists.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You sat and cried,
You must have knew I was looking,
Because my eyes were open wide.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you steal a kiss,
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You gave death a narrow miss.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You nearly burst with joy,
When you thought I wasn't listening,
You announced your new baby to be born.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You shivered with fear,
Just because you think im not looking,
Doesn't mean I do not hear.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed the birds,
When you thought I wasn't listening,
I heared you singing some words.
Just because we shouldn't be looking,
Sometimes you can't help what you see,
Joy, peace, or hurting,
Maybe a child in need.
People should be looking,
At the damage we create,
By opening our eyes wide,
And push aside jealousy and 'hate'.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
You wrote down your feelings,
YOU'VE opened you're eyes wide,
With THIS poem you're reading.
Vicki Wroe, 16. (C)
Soul Savers, Mind Thugs
SOUL SAVERS, MIND THUGS
Say, do some soul searching
To unravel the sense of the teaching
That has set the heart of my soul itching
For the truth keeps inching
Away into oblivion far reaching.
The questions bring to every being fear
For the myth is sacred to bear
How far do we have to come to be near?
When the heat in our hearts sear
Leaving the tenderness in our souls to tear.
Let me empty the puss from the boila
So I can ease the pain of the toil
For in the word , destiny we foil
When the wind blows the writing in the soil
Where the secret lies in the ship we sail.
A same Master for the Master and the slave
Or is it a fallacy we crave
Isn’t it in the interest of the master to save?
The soul of the servant so naïve
For the stolen mind keeps the master’s rave.
Hear them vouch for a God they own
With a voluminous Bible to pawn
In His name they steal from minds forlorn
The sheep whose wool they crop still prawn
Blinded in artificial light, never to smell the faun.
Life is a playground
Life is a playground,
In which we all learn,
Sometimes we’re taught,
Through pain and hurt.
Life is a swing,
It goes to and fro,
But that’s no help,
When people come and go.
Life is a sandpit,
Where people sometimes bury their head,
They don’t take the time,
To make strong sand castles instead.
Life is a climbing frame,
You can climb half way or go it all,
But as with everything else in life,
Just take care not to fall.
Life is a see saw,
It has its ups and downs,
Some days you’re as high as a kite,
Other days you feel low as the ground.
Life is a playground,
You learn as you live,
So be good to your peers,
See what joys they give.
Vicki Wroe, 16. (C)
CEILI'S WISHES.
Lay her where the lilies are,
Let her sleep the eternal sleep
Without the drudge or sludge
Of towns and such.
Let her hair rest
Where the birds nest,
Let the traffic of towns
And cities bring on
Her dying wishes
To be lain here
Amongst the hills
And trees she loved,
And rest her closed eyes
Where none may see;
But let her be
With the song of bird
And the hum of bumblebee.
Tomorrow
When tomorrow starts without you,
And You're not there to see,
People see two red and swollen eyes ,
Those Eyes belong to me.
I wish so much I didn't cry
The way I did today,
Whilst thinking about the last few years,
And asking why you had to go away.
Whilst I know how much I love you,
As much as you love me,
The emptiness is still to much to bear,
The way out of this tunnel I cannot see.
Angels came and called your name,
I do try to understand,
But knowing i'll never be able to cuddle you,
Is something my heart can not stand.
They came and sat upon your bed,
And said your place was ready up above,
The hardest task for you to face.
Was leaving behind the ones you love.
As you turned and walked away,
A tear fell from my eye,
On the outside they could see my hurt,
Which went on much deeper down inside.
You had so much to live for,
So many more things to do,
Plenty more things you wanted to say,
And so many things to look forward too.
I think of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought off all the things we'd done,
Ones that made me happy or made me sad.
In my head I relive the memories,
The ones you and I shared,
The Beautiful smile you'd shine at me,
Those times you where always there.
Memories are all I have of you,
And so I'll take comfort from the past,
Knowing you're no longer suffering,
And you're happy and safe at last.
So when tomorrow start without you,
I'll know we're never far apart,
A beautiful angel safe and sound,
And forever living on inside my heart.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (c)
ROSE-TER-RIE
Have you ever said something
On the quick..
And the room seem to flick..
Like being in the dark
Watching a horror movie
So into it you do not hear some
one come in to the room
With a click the light is switched
On and you almost jump out your skin.
In you and your culprit the laughter begins
You scared the hell out of me ! ! !
In my laugh, for the first time I noticed
I hear her
The way it came out so
Excitedly…
Freely spontaneously..
It is her in me…
In her is me
When I think about it like that
I suppose In a way I still have family.
Heart so open
Love for humanity..
That was and is my Aunt Rose-te-rie…
I love you!
I miss you..
I hope life is
treating you well.
Prisoner
I sit here alone in my cold dark cell,
Outside is brilliant but in here it's hell,
Locked doors and windows; lights off at nine,
Twiddling my thumbs to stop me going out of my mind.
On pins every minute when someone knocks on my door,
Tiptoeing gently across the floor,
Rain pelts down; pounds the window pane,
Like my sanity disappearing I'm going insane.
These lonely walls are my only view,
Staring into the darkness; don't know what else to do,
Can't go outside and feel the fresh air,
I am to scared that he'll too be there.
So I stay inside where I know I'm safe,
Can't sleep at night I lie wide awake,
Just incase he finds me and tries to get in,
what on earth did I do wrong to him?
Until he physically causes me a bruise or mark,
They just leave me to fear the silent dark,
Lock myself in fear waiting for him to come,
I just want to have back that feeling of home.
Switch on my stereo to drown out the noise,
Of the excited voices of passing girls and boys,
They know of my fear but don't want to know,
Scared they'll too soon become involved.
I'm deserving of this torment so you're proberbly thinking
I brought it on myself by being violent and drinking,
But the fact is this and this is my story,
I'm suffering at the hands of a neighbour's fury.
He is threatening my family so we live in fear,
But because he's mental we've got to stay here,
Nobody will help us we fear for our lives,
Eachday we wake up asking how longer we'll survive.
He kicks off with us and shouts obsenities,
Walks past our CCTV shouting "cheese,"
We are all prisoners because of this man,
Living like sardines in a very small can.
We pray everynight hoping one day we'll leave,
So we can finally be free and so we can breathe,
But until that day we're still living in fear,
I think I'm going to end up dying here.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
This poem is wrote about how I feel after being threatened by a neighbour. Me and my family fear for our lives but because the man in question has mental issues, there's nothing anybody will do to help us.
Love in Black Major by K. Dedman
You chose to love me when my soul was turning black.
You took my wedding ring and there’s no turning back.
On our honeymoon we went on a killing spree.
You don’t condone my acts, but still you follow me.
The blood I shed becomes a scab that cracks.
When we both fell in love you didn’t know all the facts.
I’ve slit a million throats and I’ll cut a million more.
You can not pacify my perverted lust for gore.
Friends
Friends are people that are there
Friends are people that care
Friends are people that laugh
Or even have a calf
Friends are people that share
Or even have a mare.
What a father
What a Father.
Daddy, daddy, daddy…oh Daddy
Is the sweet melody of comfort
Every child’s rightful composition
For a hero within, master of emotion.
Every son’s commander, every daughter’s dream
The Heavenly Father’s incarnation.
Absent, he creates pain and delusion
Present, he nurtures love and warrior illusion
He is the master of moral pervasion
Rarely appreciated, a father’s sanctification
But a day comes for his recognition
A happy father, leader of a happy garrison.
His sweat and toil comes in drips and drabs
It feeds the hungry earth’s innards
The tears he cries are soothing rubs
For the pain he silently endures
As he tries to protect his manly egos
For a father never lose battles.
Help me sing songs of praise
For fathers in different worlds
Their struggles are all but noble
They die to raise better fathers and mothers
Even in their transgressions they say wishful prayers
Today is their day, say Hooray to the best of fathers.
A Child Again
Oh If I was a child again,
I'd play from dawn til dark,
I'd skip and laugh til day was done,
I'd spend forever in the park.
To see the world through child like eyes,
And never know the meaning of pain,
To just be innocent and stay that way,
See life like it is a game,
To see everything with such awe,
And see the simple things in life,
Like the real beauty of being a child,
with no worries or strife.
To see the joy in a trapoline,
And nearly touch the sky,
To pretend I have wings,
And imagine that I can fly.
Those days of childhood have long gone,
But I believe you're as young as you feel,
And all those fantasies that I once lived,
Will always to me be real!
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
This poem has just been published!
PAINS OF THE PERIOD
Do I hear the women cry?
Do I see brave hearts crumble?
Do I see tears flow in spasmodic pain?
Does anyone feel the pain and count the scars?
What color is this heart that gives pain?
As unique as every human being
Like period pains that taunt not every being
Coming in unique colors with specific pricing
Tailor-made to suit, specific like dying
They are pains of the heart, emotional rotting.
Mother cried in my adolescence
Even sister cried in my incandescence
But when the wife cried, I gave in abundance
The pain I can’t take but dish
Emotional absurdity, soul severance.
Blessed be they who break hearts
Because theirs knows no malice
Nor do they get broken to pieces
They know no love nor hurt
Souls are paralyzed, emotions scarred.
Yes I can hear the sob, I feel the pain
When I am high, I know nobody’s but mine
The addiction has it’s own soul and mind
I am enveloped in a world not sane
Where the sound of shuttering hearts is norm.
Nobody hears my cry for rehab
For none thinks I am sick and tired
Nor see the enormity of my heart
They but count the indiscretions of my being
I am not a heart breaker by design, I just love to love.
God's Book
God's Book is the only book we need
It is like a mighty seed
God's Book teaches us what to say
It gives us wisdom everyday
God's Book fills us up
It gives us a full cup.
POETRY FROM THE MOTHER LAND: Every Step I Take
I have walked long through the fog
Long with the longing to get home
But home is a long way from home
Because every soul is sewn in the hem
Of every sleeve so damned.
I have counted the steps through the mud
For every step I take, I carry a load
Every load is a burden of the Lord
I have to tow it with due ode
For every load must make it to the Lord.
Every step I take is an open psalm
It sings of a new day, a new dawn
Every sight I see is an obvious pawn
Lives held at ransom, in abject pain
For a crime not yet penned.
Every step I take is a line of prose
I build a poem from every face I see
From hollow eyes, a distant sea
To goggle eyes, pretentious panacea
A world full of fantasy.
Every step I take is a brand new experience
New people, new laws, new standards
With skewed attitudes they prescribe
So that to their pain we subscribe
An unnecessary time sidelined.
Every step I take is a stab on my heart
I see pain, I see anguish, I see hate
I see war, coward warriors irate
Bent at destruction of souls at any rate
A struggle gone to waste.
Every step I take is a pinch of salt to my wounds
Brothers die, sisters die, even grandfathers die
Some of the inescapable AIDS, some of hunger
Poverty flows in the tracks of their tears
They pray endless prayers with no answers.
But every step I take, is a heartfelt prayer
I never forget the pain, the shadows of death
The tears of sorrow, the agony of loss
The orphans, the widows, the epitaphs.
It’s a prayer of hope, just my prayer.
Monotony
As I nestle in to a daily routine
I go to a place where lonliness walks
among us
And although dispair doesn't
become us
We're comforted by our daily routine.
Eat, sleep, work, home.
We're togeather but somehow always alone.
We may long for something away from here
May try to escape but fail in fear
of breaking our daily routine.
#00101 Remnants
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Oh river, like my heart thou rage and words as water fill thy page
Swift thou torrent steady stream, to stow my mind in foolish dream
Of youthful love in better days, whenst time was on my side
Whilst older now with weathered pride, thou course firms an un-sturdy stride
Spilling over tarnished walls; refusing not thy beck and call
Of youthful love in better days, whenst time was on my side
Copyright Taylor Crain
6/5/2007 6:43:05 PM
#00102
Nay ye heart; thou felt contrived, love ‘tis day assume to die
Whenst souls rest sullied and found deprived, less the nays’ and more ayes’
Nor thought or scheme by hands connived; whenst love discern a heart awry
Once thou lips were moisten sweet oh, my heart aired revived, ‘tis heart of mine would not deny
Attention absent never thrived, yet built a thought on wonders why
Thou love for me could not survive and hold that twinkle in thy eye
For faults are mine which, state derived; reveals ‘tis cold heart I sigh
Copyright Taylor Crain
6/5/2007 6:43:05 PM
#00103
Fair thou skin to drape as silk, against thy lovely frame
And whenst the whippoorwill croons his song, he genteelly sings thou name
I to hold in younger days the care free love, of come what may
Tender kisses from ample lips, still warms ‘tis heart to-day
Memories come and memories go, yet I linger thou the most
Wish on wanting dreams gone by, that crave to seize the close
Now merely, thoughts of long since days and memorize in shots of rye
Still in moments, I feel the pain a hurt of heart without reply
Copyright Taylor Crain
6/6/2007 1:38:17 PM
Heart Expressions #307
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Lord, give me strength to rise above
Indifference to speak with Love
The Wondrous and the Righteous done:
The rising moon, the setting sun,
The Victories, the conquests won,
And here I go—I’ve just begun…
The oceans vast, the open skies,
The questions asked, the answers why,
And, O, those times I can’t deny
That You were always there…
Inspiring with Hope and Grace,
Desiring to touch my face,
To dry each tear, to dry each trace
Through others made aware…
Who spent their time in prayer.
I give You song, I give You praise,
I lift You up in all my ways,
And know it’s true—You hold my days
Proportioned in Your hands…
To walk in Your commands;
To sing, to laugh, to run, to cry,
To hold a loved one when they die,
But never needing say goodbyes
For Life is found in You…
Who Loves us through and through.
God bless,
Lighthouse Bob
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have you ever been hurt?
Have you ever been hurt?
Have you ever been hurt by someone you least expected?
I have!
I use to think we would be best friends forever!
But my ending never lasted!
We use to always fight and scream..
But we would always make up sooner or later!
But everyone loses a good friend sooner or later!
And i geuss for me...
it is LATER!
It's More Important Today
(It’s not nice having to see friends or family suffer in the depths of depression,
all you can do is remind them constantly how important they really are !!)
I’ll lift your chin with my hand
Whilst looking you straight in the eyes,
Asking why you’re so sad and sorry today
As I proceed to stem your cries.
For life is not always as it seems
Depression merely a passing phase,
Like a tunnel on the longest drive,
Masking realities of happier days
Take your smiles from the depths of your soul
Surround them with people you love,
Then look in mirrors in the darker moments
To see your name shining as lights above.
There is only one star in your show
A life performance we can't do without,
There’s no audience or gasps from the seats in the clouds
If you keep taking your bows in self-doubt.
Remove all the demons that haunt you
Breeding in bottomless pits,
Where darkness spreads its fire’s of containment
Breaking your will to live.
I’m going to take away my hand
And watch as you face alone,
The pleasures of keeping your eyes full of smiles
As you rise to the journey home.
Being alive is better than drowning
Holding on is not slipping away,
Talking aloud is quieter than screaming in silence
Being loved is more important today.
©3/6/07 – Onwards Individual Authors of the Poetry.
All rights reserved by Nick Hawkins
Daddy Doesn't Love Me
Daddy doesn't love me when he makes me his second choice,
Always being everyone's friend,everyone's except mine.
Daddy doesn't love me when he gets so drunk,
He tosses us aside and forgets us for a while.
Daddy doesn't love me when he makes promises he can't keep,
Instead of coming home he just disappears.
Daddy doesn't love me every time he raised the bottle to his lips,
I told him to stop,told him that I wasn't happy,
But daddy doesn't love me so daddy never listens.
Protégé
Heart bleached sorrows' songs to fall undone
No less the fiddle; this lay unstrung
Now silent scenes of whispers, drape against the moiré
Testifies
Only time will fade the fiber, still the words they endure
Death to hush partial notes, of broken hearted sorrow wrote
By hands which lay motionless; crossed across a breathless sage
An empty house tolls his name and I the only one who came
To say good-bye to sorrows never sung
Cold the earth to steal and claim, sorrows' life that remains ~ undone
No ~ less ~ the fiddle; this lay unstrung
Copyright Taylor Crain aka coyboy
6/5/2007 11:30:31 AM
Revenant. (M.P.Bridger)
I shall paint our names on the darkening sky,
Draw your face from the memory of my heart
Onto the ink-black canvass of the night,
Tracing lines between the stars so all may see
Just what your love did mean to me.
I shall shout our names against the blowing gales.
Those seven sisters of white jealously shall echo
My voice smothered by the gathering dusk
'Til nothing remains but a careworn sigh
Of when I loved neath the darkening sky.
I shall murmur our names to the whispering trees
That bow to me in silent sympathy.
Gathering around my soul as protective friends
To shield my tears from the eyes of men
'Til I may kiss the sun again.
Dawn 2nd June 2007. Friston forest, Sussex.
Being Young
I remember when I was young,
Wondering what would happen next,
Where I would be going,
If I'd do well in the spelling test.
Nowadays, it's different,
I wonder what will go wrong next,
Where I will be dragged to,
If I'll fail this exam, though I've done my best.
I remember dreaming,
Of being able to sing and to dance,
To be successful and rich,
Having a life-long fairytale romance.
Now my dreams are plagued,
With nobody to listen to me sing,
Failing miserably, being poor,
And my best relationship being a pathetic fling.
I remember feeling so alive,
Playing with everyone else, our silly games,
Finding happiness at every turn,
Never running away, never feeling shame.
Now I just feel limp and hollow,
While they play mind games, and I feel cast out,
Crying at life's every twist, every turn,
Running from myself. The happiness ran out.
To Sleep
I am tired but cannot sleep
I am sad but cannot weep
As a man not often strong
I am old but still live on
I'm the dreamer without a prize
Experienced yet still unwise
Loosing faith in Cupid's lies
For I have lost the bluest eyes
To a dream I cannot keep
As I pray once more to sleep
§
Caught in the Mix
Music
Makes my mind clear
Music
Is all i want to hear
It takes away my pain
Makes grey skies as clear as day
but you know what they say
good things can never last
its not as fun as it was in the past
they're moving on as i get passed
by the world
leaving me no plan to unfurl
this is something i alone cannot fix
lets face it once again I'm caught in the mix
THE PRODIGAL PRINCESS
Her lyrical expression erupts
like volcanic fire,
igniting emotions extreme…
From…
Tearful empathy and hopeful joy…
To…
Cognitive contemplation and combustive consternation.
Life’s layered lessons leap from latent lines loaded
with love and lust,
and hearts touched,
and broken trust,
and moments when Eureka creeps
through cumulus clouds of confusion
and unions not meant to be,
setting her free like a prodigal princess
to roam
and grow
and learn
and know that…
Life is a gift to be nurtured passionately…
That…
Love is meant to be expressed unconditionally…
For…
When two nurtured lives are
finally touched by Destiny’s brush...
A portrait of true love emerges
framed by Eternity exclusively
for the prodigal princess and
her fortunate prince.
By Pablo
~ ode to LadyVee DaPoet, inspired by her first book of poetry ~
Visit LadyVee at www.myspace.com/ladyveedapoet
for more info on her book "Imagination Overload"
there is no one
there is no one...i am alone...my tears fall silently...my life undone...
there is no one...i am alone...quietly i long for sleep...long for a time of peace...
but know...i will get none...not until i am gone...there is no one...i am alone...
but i suppose...it is how life goes...we meet people...they go...like deep shadows...
sometimes nothing more...there is no one...i am alone...my tears fall silently...
hope is dispersed...on the dying wind...silence...there is no one...i am alone.
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Try and get into the head of this girl,
And discover a myserious neglected world,
A world of fantasy and regrets of life,
See all the strains of her trouble and strife.
Look into her eyes deep into her soul,
Don't try to take over she has control,
She sees the world as a child sees sugar,
Tries to help others and then gets in bother.
She is a rose that has grown from concrete,
With goals and self pride she longs to seek,
To everyone else, a quiet girl they see,
Don't look hard enough to notice her inner beauty.
Her smile is magical and her eyes are her heart,
They reflect one another but are easily torn apart,
She's been hurt in the past that's why she's withdrawn,
Her heart has beek broken and her self confidence is worn.
She is looking for the one who holds the key,
To open the lock and let her inner self free,
Her heart is waiting to feel no more pain,
Her eyes are waiting to see happiness again.
The girl gets up in the morning and goes out everyday,
Hoping that maybe love is on it's way,
But when another day fails her she goes home at night,
Reminding herself tomorrow brings a new light.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
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Abortion
Abortion is bad
When it happens God is sad
Abortion is a sin
It is killing your kin
Abortion is murder
Don't push God any further.
Eternal Slumber
Good night
Sleep tight
Forget the night
A lullaby of death be sung
To the sounds of forgotten church bells rung
Slumber sweet
Engulfed by dream
Let out your breath
In silent scream
Fall swift to silence
Fear not return
All doubts and defiance
In abyss be burned
Arise not for day
Be sheathed in night
Eternal slumber
Disillusioned flight
Sleep sweet for now
And return soft time
No reason to wake
No cause or rhyme
Just slumber eternity
Away once again
Return to the past
And where you’ve ne’er been
Eternal slumber
Come define our soul
Wake us from reality
For then we’ll surely know
This sweet eternal slumber
Eternal Slumber
Good night
Sleep tight
Forget the night
A lullaby of death be sung
To the sounds of forgotten church bells rung
Slumber sweet
Engulfed by dream
Let out your breath
In silent scream
Fall swift to silence
Fear not return
All doubts and defiance
In abyss be burned
Arise not for day
Be sheathed in night
Eternal slumber
Disillusioned flight
Sleep sweet for now
And return soft time
No reason to wake
No cause or rhyme
Just slumber eternity
Away once again
Return to the past
And where you’ve ne’er been
Eternal slumber
Come define our soul
Wake us from reality
For then we’ll surely know
This sweet eternal slumber
America
America is God's nation
It was made before Creation
America is the land of the free
And the home of the brave
America was not made to honor men
But so men could honor God
America cannot only be described in words
But also in thoughts
America needs to wake up
And know that God still fills her cup.
Solitary walk on The Downs.(M.P.Bridger)
How many broken dreams
Have I carried up those gentle slopes?
To quietly bury them in the yielding chalk,
Concealing them beneath the silent grass
Waving drunkenly in the carousing wind.
I have lost count with time
Though they probably lay in regimental rows
Like those of Flanders fields.
This instead the tomb of the unknown lover
Like thousands gone before me.
Some men like to talk of their lost love
Over too many beers. Myself?
I gather up my shattered dreams
And my dented spirit and wrap them
Along with the latest broken heart
In a blanket of self protection and denial.
Finding a shady secluded spot
Among those careworn domes,
I place them forever out of the sight of men,
Their graves marked only by my tears.
no more
by noel utter
fade to blending colors
deep greens to dark reds
all my silent emotions
guiding past me
fleeting narrow sorrows
timeless tomorrows
life to dust changes in us
wandering travelers
translations fine quest
inter my fenced fortress
where slavery is broken
nameless ones are heard
with swollen hearts seen
they sense the new future
within the voice of travail
life’s blood forgiven
nights will recover
the stolen waters
from Salomon’s song
the stolen waters of pain
the harp the strings
the candles and wines
the eyes of a stranger
that you will never know
all your houses are gone
and your name is erased
they return evil for good
and hatred for love
beggars and widows
cloths that are never worn
skies and open fields
rivers and storms
blood for the forgiven
all my anger flows away
like the kisses of a stranger
their addiction remains
those who have brought death
to my home will receive
it in return seven fold
when the rocks that cry out
will remember them no more
© 2007 noel utter atmospheric breath
Us Girls
Us girls rule at what we do,
Our beauty is our need,
We buy so many different products,
The roots of our beauty grown from their seeds.
We think the expense is so high,
But we're willing to pay the price,
If they make us look and feel beautiful,
Who are we to ask twice?!
We spritz our hair and paint our skin,
Brush away our DNA,
Dance our way to a perfect figure,
Don't think about what we say.
Dizzy girls and beautiful girls we are all the same,
We love to play with lads emotions, we love to play that game,
We pamper ourselves and laugh out loud,
Girls are the best species there is around.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (c)
"Lesson of Love"
What would I give at this moment; with many memories
left to thought and numerous ideas left in mind,
I’d hold you close for all eternity, living forever in
your warm embrace
Seeking for nothing else; yet being complete in every other
way
Meeting nothing but complete solace, yet living in peace
as my security came; the simple beauty of seeking your face.
Being en tune with my love, this would be the only solution
that I find.
I would hold you forever and take but a moment to stare
into your warm, starred eyes,
Melting from deep within, and shuddering from my soul,
yet shivering from the excitement of your touch-
This, my dream come true has now become my reality; my
wish has ended;
The success of your presence is the reality that makes
me love you much.
I’ve learned much from life’s lessons and what it had to teach,
I’ve once again had my love yet renewed; when it was you that
entered my life;
This is a day that my life was reinvigorated and renewed,
Forever changed from a life that was dullened and unfulfilling-
You brought focus and corrected what was misconstrued.
How much more can one love and it still be returned,
How much more should I continue to try and love you,
Should I just forfeit any attempts and listen to the examples
of what life has shown me- listen to what should have
been learned?
While at the crossroads of question, I don’t know what
road I should take,
It now seems that anything short of correct will indeed
have been an error on my part, yet marking my biggest
mistake.
So, until I rationalize on what direction my life should go,
I want to thank you for teaching me, my-
“Lesson of Love”
070512-070605
lost creativity
coming of age
yet gutless
in her hatred of men
she was depraved and deprived
the hungry feasts within the sanctuary
through words composed by guilt
ageless in time
yet foresight and for sought
she rode the pages of inequality
shattered and broken were her dreams
of insignificance and yet
she was a child still
lost in her world of gloom n woes
unaware of her own loss and her pursuits
she strangled her dreams
like a child of the world
lost and forsaken
by her words of abstract meanings
stifled were her creativity and her graces
lost in the ranks of poetry
somewhere on line
forever burdened and misquoted
misunderstood and forever a guest
HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I HURT
QUESTION IS HOW MUCH DO YOU CARE ABOUT ME
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROVE YOUR LOVE
WOULD YOU SELL YOU'RE HOG TO GET ME OUT OF JAIL
IF YOU HEARD I WAS DIEING AND YOU HEARD I WAS
ASKING FOR YOU WOULD YOU COME?
I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU.
I'D GIVE YOU SPACE WHEN YOU NEEDED IT
I'D RUB YOUR FEET WHEN YOU OOME HOME AT NIGHT
I'D RIDE WITH YOU IF YOU WANTED ME TO.
I'D CLIMB A CACTUS
SO SHARE WITH ME HOW YOU FEEL.
IF IT'S NOT THE SAME, I CAN CHANGE YOUR MIND.
God
God is the mighty rock
He shouldn't be treated like a sock
God is the shepherd
We are his sheep
God is the Lord
And he is your sword
God is our master
And he is meant to be obeyed
God is our Saviour
And forever shall he reign.
An African Mother's Day
What a joy it is when you look into the past
Mind walking through the clouds of dust
Reliving the African motherly task
To see a blessing by the earth so vast
That her best day was always a fast.
Which one day would be her day?
When everyday was her toil day
What day would my heart hail?
When every day I drove her to hell
An African Mother’s Day, a lifetime sorrow trail.
What’s in a day for a special woman?
Whose life is sequestered by ungrateful man
Can’t I in a day let her sorrows flow down
Let the sonorous tears flood the river of pain
For just a day in a year she can remember the dawn.
Take her down an African mother memory lane
She sees it all through the sauntered pane
The steam from her tears she has to fan
For the tears of joy and pain she cannot fain
On an African Mother’s day to reign.
Say hail to the African Queen
For she has been the mother of all sorrows
From slavery to Jim Crow, from Apartheid to AIDS
She has stood up without notice
Happy Mother’s, all mothers of Africa.
Suddenly
The first time I saw your face,
my heart began to race, it was like
an irregular pace.
I caught your eyes looking at me,
when I noticed your brown eyes are
so lovely.
You walked my way, and Gods knows
you made my day suddenly you took
my breath away.
You moved your mouth to say hi,
that moment in time I thought I
could fly into heavens high.
I felt my knees weaken and my heart
slowly atart sinken.
I slowly said hey and felt more at
ease. with you around me it felt like
all my storms ceased.
Now it's 3 months later and it's you I want to carter to.
You are a great person and this
fire I have for you will never burn
out because my feelings for you is
no doubt.
And now I'm glad to say that
suddenly took me by surprise and you
were my prize.
A Mother's Poem
Mothers are a gift from God
They aren't God's rod
We should be thankful for our mothers
Just the same for our brothers
Even though mothers can be a pain
We shouldn't treat them like a cane
Mothers can be our best friends
They can fix our bends
When we are late for the bus
Our mother will make a fuss
But one thing is that our mother loves us
No matter what the fuss.
To Pastor Linda<A Life To God's Glory
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A LIFE TO GOD'S GLORY
So you're another year older, a year of living in the Lord,
A time of changing, a time of growing,
A time of learning to use His Sword
Maturing more as the days go on,
Telling others what Christ has taught you,
Touching hearts as you travel along,
Living love - your family sees what God will do.
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A miracle is working there in your heart,
A new beginning as a Pastor, He changed you right from the start,
And now you KNOW there is no turning back,
With God's grace, I decree: you shall never lack.
You're confirmation of what our great Redeemer can do,
When you walk in His love, you make an excellent view,
You are changing on the inside, it's really plain to see,
Like a stranger to this world - living for eternity,
You're committed to our Savior, you are resting in His hands,
He planned your future long ago, before "Linda" even began.
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Oh, delight yourself forever in the living Lord,
Wait on His gracious love and receive His Word,
Taste and see how good our God is,
He is awe-inspiring and His name is Jesus!
You know He's your refuge when your times get tough,
His provision will always be enough,
Your steps are directed, not by man, but by the Father of lights,
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Shine out, my dear friend, and show all you meet, the way,
Light up the darkness, hold the shadows at bay,
Free the captives, as Christ has freed you,
Tell others the wonders of what our God can do.
Praise God and live a life pleasing to Him,
Lift up your voice and let your heart sing,
Seek the Lord's guidance and live in His will,
Stay before Jesus and learn to be still.
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Though this life seems so hard and you may feel weak at times,
Stand on your feet - there are still mountains to climb,
When you reach the highest peak, there will be joy without end,
God will say, "Well done, My servant and friend."
HAVE A VERY BLESSED BIRTHDAY!!!
June 4, 2007
©Evang. Ethel L. Buchanan
All Rights Reserved
Pastor Linda: My precious prayer partner. I pray God's richest
and most anointed blessings over you and the ministry He has
entrusted to you. "Be thou faithful unto death, and He will give
you a crown of life"
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Psalm 30:12
"To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever."
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How can I say thanks for the things You have done for me?
Things so undeserved, yet You gave to prove Your love for me.
The voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude.
All that I am and ever hope to be I owe it all to Thee.
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To God be the glory, to God be the glory,
To God be the glory, for the things He has done.
With His blood He has saved me
With His power He has raised me
To God be the glory, for the things He has done.
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Just let me live my life and let it be pleasing Lord to Thee
And should I gain any praise let it go to Calvary.
With His blood He has saved me,
With His power He has raised me
To God be the glory for the things He has done.
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To God be the glory, to God be the glory,
To God be the glory, for the things He has done.
With His blood He has saved me
With His power He has raised me
To God be the glory, for the things He has done.
© Written and sung by Andre Crouch
1976
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Eurotrash. (M.P.Bridger)
To my suprise he told me Eurotrash
Was his favourite programme.
Sitting across the table from me
In our local pub,
Wearing his trademark bush hat,
Tache and glasses, dead ringer for Whicker.
I asked why it was his favourite show.
He answered quite simply;
'Becaused it's different.'
He was much older than me
Though we shared the same eccenctricities
And a weakness for dark mild and Kipling's 'IF'.
When I walk in the bar now
I still look over to our old table
And remember him with affection,
Knowing he now shares a living room with God
Watching Eurotrash forever.
FROM A DISTANCE #2 [ we danced ]
So close to her Lemanja face;
breath by breath
I combed the lunar curls of her Orixa hair.
Without wish to further linger,
held her pretty presence by the waist
and walked; as if across water.
In an unquenchable act,
sipped from her sweetest Latin lips,
the salivary chemistry of her empyreal kiss.
Until the surprising sun woke up,
soaked my deepest secrets
in her body’s boiling Brazilian dance.
Haunted by events occurring in the past—
my holiest of holy dreams to enhance;
I, from a distance adore her.
Copyright © 1996 by: René de Beauville
All Rights Reserved.
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Walking in the Rain
I love walking in the
Rain
Because no on can see I'm
Crying
How can you know I'm
Hurting
If you can't see
Pain
I wear the scars on my
Body
They say what
Feelings
Words cannot
Explain
And all the hurt runs
Down the
Drain
I love walking in the
Rain
She's There
The essence that surrounds me,
The star sparkling in the sky,
It's twinkling is her laughter, it's presence
Is her smile.
Sometimes I can't feel
Her there, but I know she's always
There to guide
And pretect me.
Wherever in the world I
find myself, when I need her
I whisper her name and feel
Her handprint on my heart.
For she is eternity, the highlight
In my life and one day
I'll not have to look deep inside my heart,
Because I'll be standing by her side.
Vixi Wroe 17 (C)
She
Again all alone, she takes to the slide,
To think about everyone who's taken her for a ride,
The people who leave her feeling down and alone,
The so called friends who never come round or phone.
All because she has crutches and doesn't walk the same,
They say cruel things; call her nasty names.
She suffers in silence,
Because of her peers,
They can't see she's not all she appears,
They eat her confidence like a shark eats meat,
When she gets on the tram they wont give her their seat,
She feels let down by her neighbours and such,
Who treat her like an invalid you must not touch.
Feels unwanted in her community feels it's wrong,
She shouldn't have stayed here for this long.
Walks down the street with her head hung low,
Feels un accepted whereever she goes,
Now she's in college and so she is thriving,
Showing all of those people she has carried on surviving,
All through this poem I bet you cannot see,
That the girl living like this is infact me.
Vicki Wroe, 17. (C)
Chasing Butterflies.(M.P.Bridger)
There's something buzzing round my head
But I can't quite catch it.
Perhaps it's a thought, I'm not sure.
I hope it's a flight of fancy
But I can't quite catch it.
There's something being whispered to me by the breeze,
Momentarily I hear a snippet of something wonderful,
Briefly my heart lifts with excitement
But I can't quite catch it.
Then there's the odd moments
When my mind begins to formulate what it is
I desire from this one chance life,
What that wondrous thing is
That will fill my soul with happy content.
But I can't quite catch it;
And secretly I'm glad;
For when the moment arrives
When we've nothing left to search for
Are we not then lost in a swamp of exquisite dullness?
Not me.....because I can't quite catch it.
Nor will I ever try.
A Poem About Christmas
Christmas is on December 25
It is not a myth
Christmas is Jesus' birth
It is no time to surf
Christmas is the time to remember that Jesus loves you
After all He is the One who died for you.
Ask God
If you need help ask God
He will be your rod
If you feel alone ask God
He will join your pod
If you are scared ask God
He will be your God.
Babies
Babies are sweet
You can tickle their feet
Babies are clean
Their soft skin can be seen
Babies are small
They smile when you call.
Sunlit Orbs
Music springs from wells not dug
quenching every thirst
love expands and fills my lungs
as sounds overflow the earth
leaving me alone with you
with feelings I have never felt
and yet, my love you are still young
and yet so old
that the hold you have upon
the moon
will keep it in it's orbit
all alone
and share it's light
with everyone
as love it gets from you
it's sun
gleams in splintered light
upon the orbs
we call our life
together as one
a single voice
calling out at night
I love you’s
sleep well!
June 2007 (c) Michael
Water Colors (The Dawn was Blue)
The world was blue in pre-dawn light
—She hadn’t seen many sunrises
But came to realize they’d not exaggerated the perfect stillness
She was in the first and greatest church: the world
The music had stopped playing; she didn’t know when
But this silence was far sweeter than even those notes
The solitude would soon be ended
She didn’t need the large glowing digital numbers to tell her that
So once more she closed her eyes and called the sandman’s secret name
Hoping, this time, he might return her call
If, that is, he was not also transfixed
By the gently water colored dawn.
God's Gift
God's gift to us was his son
The burden on the cross weighed a ton
God's gift to us was the greatest gift of all
It's up to us to answer the call
God's gift was a gift no one else could think of
Even though some of us give love
God's gift was the best gift.
Shoe String Freedom
SHOE STRING FREEDOM
My Great-great grandfather, my own blood
In the caves of Chishumba, on the Hills Of Harare
They never slept, bonfire guarding every night
Crying and fighting for freedom
Their’s stolen by soulless white men
With a Bible in hand, religious parasites.
Chimurenga, Chindunduma they fought
From the holy land of Chaminuka
To the Nharira of the Vahera
The seeds of freedom they sowed
For generations to rise and up-rise
Because in their soul freedom was writ.
We, We, fought for freedom
Then freedom came, but free we are not
For ours has been taken away, swindled
By our own fellow brothers, our heroes
The ones whose backs we watched
Until freedom we thought we found.
This pain, everyday we take
Is a pain we love to hate
Inflicted by our own blood and flesh
When we cry they scorn for the world to see
When we stand they chop us down with bullets
For freedom they know is in our soul.
Everyday, every chore is a battle
Every one, every soul makes hearts rattle
Because those who yearn for freedom battle
Until those who oppress settle
The pain and the suffering masses handle
For freedom they will vandal.
The tears they cry are the venom
The tracks they leave are reminders
That one day they are going to be free
For freedom is their heritage
Time is their judge
Freedom in their soul is writ.
The Circle Of Life
The circle of life begins at birth,
When a newborn baby is sent to the earth,
Warm and innocent like new found love.
A bundle is sent to bing peace from above.
When growing up see what life brings,
Like photos and memories and other cute things,
Tears and emotions with actions and words,
Getting educated about the bees and birds.
Teenagers and adults and relationship issues,
Sometimes bring joy ] or a lot of used tissues,
The good things in life outweigh the bad,
It takes less muscles to smile than it does to be sad.
Animals and plants make the world complete,
Given a little time and care to find their feet,
So when a baby is born to a loving mum and dad,
Who guide them through all trouble and strife,
Like a flower who lays its precious roots,
To start their journey in the circle of life.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
Innocence
The days, the nights,the minutes pass,
Raindrops explode like a piece of glass,
Accept the things that we cannot change,
Life's not for us to re-arrange.
The sun, the wind, the thunder and snow,
Life is a roller coaster pushing to-and-fro,
Accept with love the things we see,
The beauty of life is part of me.
Heaven we know, accepts us all,
Be it large, or short or tall,
Each passing person equal to the other,
In the eyes of nature's mother.
The natural beauty of God's short plan,
All being ruined by the hands of man,
Across the seas, grains of sand,
In the future let man walk hand in hand.
A butterfly, a spider, a dog or cat,
All part of life, in their habitat,
Natural beauty is for all to see,
Leave life as it is, just let it be.
Vicki Wroe, 16. (C)
Walking Out. (M.P.Bridger)
They had been walking out together,
The familiar expression of that time.
His life about to change for the better,
Finally breaking free of the farm.
High time he followed his brothers
Down the aisle in search of love.
I never knew him,
But I sense he'd have made a good father.
Then his love walked out with him no more.
Instead walking over and out of his heart.
He wrote to her once or twice, months passed.
He seemed cheerfully resigned,
Still saw her working the pumps
In the local Tavern.
On such a night he bid those present
With tankards in fists good night.
Climbing the moonlit track
To his father's farm above the village,
Sitting in the silent kitchen,a single candle burning,
He placed his mouth over the cold barrels
And pulled the trigger with his thumb.
The coroner said suicide.
Whisperers said a broken heart.
A century has passed since that night
But I would like to think
That God soothed his tortured brow
And forgave him.
M.P.Bridger.
In memory of my ancestor J.B. 1880-1909
'All that shall survive of us is love.'(Phillip Larkin)
March On
The choice was not mine to make
You left - suddenly - no clue in your wake
Something is dying within me tonight
And nothing ... nothing at all feels right
Tonight ... I've no voice ... aching silence, instead
And my only choice
is to raise my head ...
pretend to be strong ...
as I try with all my strength
to simply march on.
Pomes R Me
Pomes R Me
Pomes R Me
and this is why
I write them pomes
with a gleam in my eye
cause no matter how much
life makes me cry, bitch, and moan
nothing cracks me up
like a real bad pome
Especially
when it's written
by me.
New Day
I wondered down the road
I know not how long
Lost and alone
Not knowing where to turn
My heart broken
My soul in pieces
Darkness it seemed to surround me
Bearing down upon me
when out of that dark
A sound came to my ears
It beconed to me
Drawing me on
Till I found myself once more on a new road
And up ahead I saw a light growing
The darkness fades away
And a new dawn comes for me
Welcomeing me in the new day
And I hear the sound once more
It is he chorus of voices calling to me
Welcoming me back to life
The hands of new friends reach out to me
Gathering me in
And I know yes I am alive
my heart and soul they can heal
And soon I shall be one with the new world
And that mythical road less taken
For we only die
Once we stop tring to live
And we are only truely alone
When we close our eyes
Life is all around us
We need but look and see
And a new day can start for all of us
And we can walk hand in hand
into the light
Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate pudding is good
You would make it if you could
Chocolate pudding is dark
You would find it in a mart
Chocolate pudding is sweet
You'd love to meet.
Come
Come and the Lord will give you peace
He will cause your fears to cease
Come and the Lord will save you
Cause He loves you too
Come and the Lord will see you through
He will always be true.
dead or alive
One bright day in the middle of the night
to dead boys got up to fight,
back to back they faced eachother.
Drew to knives and shot eachother.
A deaf cop heard the noise,
came and arrested the two dead boys.
Unknowen Auther
Mitchell VanSkiver
06/06/07
HE IS HOME THERE
Like the jail I keep writing
To him in..
he was always in..
and out of my life.
I grew up with memories of him.
like the names he has
We go through so many changes.
At 15 he was an authority figure
to me by the name uncle.
At 19 he was my crush.
His name uncle Pep
To my cousins..
See I grew up in Philly..
He was no kin to me
So when ever I came to
Florida it was on vacation I be.
Just plain ol’ Pep
No handle to him I’d step.
At twenty three I told him baby
You, you ain’t no kin to me.
I give you respect cause you
friend of the family.
At 27 he was a dream I had.
And I was a girl who was
gone just a little Bad.
He…
was the real bad boy.
My own personal toy..
He became my under
cover lover . .
For we new it was
best to tell no other. . .
When I was 30 I would
see him again
We were best kept
secret kinda friends.
At 38 out of the blue..
He was my pen pal
Writings of I love you..
And yes I had a clue
what else in jail did
a brother have to do?
Writings of God
How he gon rock
my world..
Maybe he thought he was
dealing with some school girl.
At 39 he was my
body guard/lover/the other
I did not know who the
hell he was trying to be..
Speaking with the words of slang
Like jitter bugs from the street..
I realized his reference
in time is just from behind bars.
Locked up all his life.
In between this he manage
children and I think a wife.
When he had time
Always a question that
ran through my mind.
Now I am closer to 50
than I like to be..
And he says he reads a
real grown woman in me..
So at his age of about 68..
He was trying to
hope it is not to late. . .
To live a life before
he reaches the great gate. . .
Like a time traveler.
Drops in at different
Places in time.
Not fitting
for this is
not where he
left his mind.
Still now back home
in jail he be..
Once again writing
letters to me..
Seem to me,
he has finally become grown.
Because he talks of
his children and
actually coming home.
His pen more stable now,
he writes of meditation
Life’s celebrations…
All the things that he miss.
Like the gentle warmth
of a granchilds wet
goodnight kiss…
I write telling him
I am feeling this.
I ask him to not waste any more
time while doing time.
Try to reach some of the young folks mind.
He never writes to me of this.
It’s like those few words
in my letters he missed..
Still as I put the
stamp on I wonder.
How does he
really see the world.
An old man now
dreaming of his baby girl.
Will he be able to fit in.
Will he ever
get that chance again?
At this writing. .
I,
I am his friend
Just trying to get
him around the next bend.
Sending prayers up for him.
Remember this every criminal
was once somebodies best friend,
uncle, brother, son, daughter.
Try to write keep them
in touch with their humanity.
If they get out you will
be glad that they are.
Mz.
Summers over, so your lifes over
Summers over, so your life’s over
You think I’m going to let you walk all over me
You think saying this that and the other thing
Is a smart idea
You tell me you want to break up with me before
School starts
Fine, your loss
But you must know the following things
Summers over, so your life’s over
Summers the time of your life
My life is yearly
You may have ruined my summer
But you didn’t ruin my life
I guess your life revolves
Around the summer
Well mine doesn’t
Walk all over me, you will not
I’ve had it up to here
And you don’t even realize
Just how much you mean to me
But playing with my heart is something
I can’t take
Break up with me, it’s your loss
But you must know the following things
Summer’s over, so your life is over
Summers the time of your life
My life is yearly
You may have ruined my summer
But you didn’t ruin my life
I guess your life revolves
Around the summer
Well mine doesn’t
Do you get my point?
You don’t matter
You can walk away
Just get off your butt
Turn and go
Why are you still here?
GO!
Amanda Langley
June 4, 2007
Dislike
I really dislike people dissing my sister
Cause I really miss her
I really dislike people dissing my brother
Cause he's nicer than my mother
I really dislike people dissing my sister
It's like poking my heart with a burr
I really dislike people dissing my brother
He's not like any other.
test 2
tes 2
Your not gone
your not gone
and will never be gone
people care
whats inside is mirrioring out
but not showing
its taking its toll
but not draining you of life
it is consuming you
yet your still here
life is too short to leave forever
while your still here
live it like its the last day you will be alive
love life
care and show it
because without it
we would all be in the abyss
Dedicated to the closest friend I ever had, Brittney Lynn Daigle Ashland
A Lover's Pledge
Witness;
as they make public and official the bond and commitment
-- already held in their hearts and shown in their lives…
The Lover’s Pledge
Through, this act of faith;
faith in ourselves, faith in one another, and faith in our destiny:
I take you— as my friend and my love
– beside you and apart from you,
in laughter and in tears,
in conflict and tranquility.
I ask you— to be no other than yourself,
I love what I know of you and
I trust what I have yet to learn of you.
I give you— my hand, my heart, and my love
from this day forward,
for as long as we both shall live.
(Autumn and Ed, 2006)
Don't Cry
When you feel lost don't cry
God will help you if you let him try
When you feel alone don't cry
God will not sigh
When you feel disowned don't cry
God will not pass you by.
Ease and comfort
God made me and i am happy in his arms last i shall fall
once and for all
Made me and you accept who you are in ease and comfort we all are the same
All humans just because we look different, but stop saying God is the blame
Satan is the poison that over does the flame
We're all the same all returning to the same God so we're all beautiful no matter what we are or who we are; are we all not just Human?
Yes we can be mixed or plain.
What more is here for anyone to explain.
Its in perfect sense God made us this way for the very best reason and soon we shall understand.
We shall understand.
Whoever we are in the eyes of God we are all the same and beautiful to Him.
I Wish....
I wish that i could wipe everyone pains and sorrows, i wish that could make life better for all
i never want to see anyone down, its really kills me inside seeing tears in peoples' eyes. I wish that
i could take people hurts and i wish that could heal the broken hearts... i wish i could... but God will.
i wish everyone could find peace, i wish that love could cover the face of the earth.. i wish that i could bring smiles to faces
If only this world wasn't like this... Life would have been so beautiful, i wish that i can reach out to all out there and tell them about
the goodness of God. I wish that the world accept Jesus, as their lord and savior.. I wish the hearts of human wasn't so mean and selfish
i wish we had more nice people in this world... i wish that they could stop all wars. I wish that my friend hadn't die on that fatal accident
i wish that life wasn't so complicated... I wish that we all could love our neighbors as God loves us.. I wish more hearts have forgiven spirit.
I wish for everyone hearts desires to be granted.. i wish that nice people get treated better, i wish that good memories will last
i wish for everyone to have a true friend. I wish my families finds it in their hearts to have love for one another.. I wish my dad
and mom was together, life would have been so much better for me... I wish that people will stop misusing me, and hurting me..
i wish that i can accomplish all my dreams. I wish i can be able to reach out to souls, and hearts.. I wish....
Disturbing Eye
What is with the disturbing red eye?
It makes me want to quickly fly
off of Poetry Poem dot com.
To me it looks so.....wrong.
Falling in Spring
ERROR sending e-mail. isn't that always true.
just like it is when I'm trying to get in touch with you.
to care, long hair, truth or dare?
your stages are pages that Ive already read.
red cover, red face, red flower in the vase.
wilting.
dried green stems,
ripped up hems,
missing gems in the ring i used to wear.
the knot on my choker has been broken down.
this town.
your clown shoe is too big.
weave tripped over too many twigs,
smoked too many cigs,
and choked on many fibs.
lie. lily. limber. lisp. leave. leaf. let. lie.
try to tie it up,
down,
together.
never.
release and please breathe.
just remember...
WHAT WOULD YOU DO
You know nothing about anything
that does not concern you.
Not really.
Truth is passion is gone,
and you are a lil chilly.
A call out to all my
sisters and brothers.
Black , red , purple or white..
We are not all a like.
Tell me what would you do…
If this e-mail were sent to you …
Help me and I will spend the
rest of my life helping others.
What would your answer be…?
Would you help me fight poverty.
Make sure my own children
have food to eat.
We live on 730.
Social security
And the gov allows 27
food stamps to feed us three.
Would you help me to keep
my baby girl safe while
At night she sleeps.
Our house has been broken
into by 3 different creeps.
Would help me to educate
my people enough to say
this is your neighborhood
stand up for it., start today.?
Will you give me the answer
when your people come to me
without a clue
About the things I go through...
One problem at a time you
want to address,
When most of these
things make my life a mess.
A child of a child of
a alcoholic mother
Things on the inside I
try to cover,
For this is a family disease
with all her sisters and brothers…
Will you donate condomes so
I can take around
Cause A.I.D.s has an name.. .
In my life it’s mom.
Will you take a look at
the laws they pass?
Have you notice the only ones
they really hurt seems
to be my poor ass …
They tried to kill my child…
Because we raised him to be mild. . .
Six bullets this child took.
For the one who did this they
no longer look
So to gangs he soon turned
for he believed they got his
Back..
For keeping him safe was a
skill his parents did lack.
He wont stay in school
and you blame me…
He’s upset for the things
he see.
And who thought taking his l
icense make good sense
It only serve to make me
more tense ..
I know you did not think
that would stop him from driving..
Might as well be ,
an invitation to keep him from thriving.
Making ends meat his father sells fish
600.00 dollars the court charged him for this.
Then theirs the law
That wants to take away my car.
For in my yard it sits..
Cause I cannot afford to insure it…
Will you Open
the church day and night,
So we can see Gods shining light …
Will you help me explain to
all the daughters
That blood is always thicker than water…
Everything that shine ain’t always gold. . .
As her parents we just trying
to save her life and soul.
Will you stand and speak up for me ,
while I try to save the American family.
I have no insurance for ills to come,
But then you people treat me like I am a bum.
We try to work so honestly ….
But the laws you write prove no
one gives a dam about me.
Lost every thing I own,
right down to my underwear..
And it feels like no
one gives a care.
So letters I write to
young men in jail..
Hoping to once out they follow
a different trail.
I tell them of life’s destiny..
And Jail is not
where they are meant to be. .
Will you donate stamp to
keep this going?
For this is the start,
to help keep them growing
Before you can go forward
the key is knowing..
Know of the past,
what your ancestors
went through..
All the while hoping to
make a better life for you
There is much more to this..
Way to much to list …
The things that really
works my mind …
I have only to open my
door to like me
find other kind.
So what would you do if
this is put to you..
If you help me I will
spend the rest my life
helping others...
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SOME FIRES DON'T BURN OUT...
Dedicated to my daughters on their never endding quest to find the ultimate
Fire Of Love.. Be careful what you wish for. BECAUSE she wanted to know why
I do not throw out that ol tired Red Shoe...
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This shoe, this one shoe
It tell a story...
It is only
one shoe... a red shoe..
My heart warmed and I am full
of memories of you...
The year 1979
Daytona Beach Florida
Not far from
Bethune Cookmen College..
But for the heat in me
Not even that school
had the knowledge ....
To stop the rising flames
We are at the drive Inn
The pictures I do
not even remember the names..
I do remember it was spring fling
College kids, doing their thing..
The Wild Bunch, My own blood boils,
Motorcycles, and heat every where..
We thought,
cooler to be out in the night air
Waiting for the movie to start.
You came back with drinks...
I am trying to remember
all the lessons I'd learned
about being spicy not being to forward
How to be a young lady...
Real women never act shady
But the lessons in me
did not tell me how
to put out the fire
Beat of the body desire
The pulsation, and the
rhythms of the love below
leaving me to want
to hurry and go
This song plays on the 8
track in the background you hear it?
Somewhere between the begining
of this song
when you touched me,
The fire, was felt so deeply...
And when we went home,
I realized
I lost my shoe..
Blamed it on you...
You and I neither one
knows how that happened..
And for the life of me
I do not remember
if we even saw a movie..
Don't want to make no
mistakes with this one...
He is different...
The good in the male species
He does very well represent
My father said in boys and men..
There are BOYS and then their are MEN
I WOULD., IF HE DONE HIS JOB RIGHT
RECOGNIZE A MAN WHEN I SAW ONE.
Needless to
say in you I saw one...
And to this end I
was not to be out done..
Determine to
show the woman in me......
Belonged together
the whole world could see...
I do not remember my drink..
But the taste of your kiss
I don't have to take a second to think...
Back At the hotel
together we shower..
Though the door was clearly mark for men...
With you I still went in...
Lock the door Our love was new
We did not think what this would begin..
I can think back
to that point
Feel a warmth run down my spine..
How easy it is to go back in time..
To remember for a moment I was yours
And you were all mine...
You ask what I want..
I want my lover Back..
The man that thought I was
Better than a late night snack..
Who kissed me so Passionately..
And loved the heat of my body...
The man who smiled so tenderly..
Loved unconditionally
Though I be a mother to children and his wife
Could reach in bring the woman in me back to life..
If he wanted too...
I want the man I believed you were..
Or was this my imagination..?
A wishful minds creation...
Hell, dreams of you still
feels of sweet sensations..
Certain Vibration..
In ways I can not write of..
How, what, who, throws
away that kind of love..?
A fire of this you have to hold tight..
Keeps you in love of light...
A different kind..
Not many find...
Sparks the wrong way..
Can put out the light that begins each day..
Always walking under a cloud..
Quiet, no longer able to live out loud..
Maybe we are both to proud...
Trust has gone..
And together we live alone.
I suppose this is why we never kiss..
For we know the power in this..
Funny how memories like this
Can come from a shoe that I miss.
A red shoe that sparks..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ FIRE ~ ~ ~
Ballad to Tonya
self killing prophecies holding dead flowers near her tomb so sure she feels more worthless now than ever before so self sacrificing for someone or anyone in need amazing how someone can care so much and the one cared about is also wandering oblivious to their surroundings trying to take her place in a comforting nana but it always results in ruins she still tries but lacks the willpower to care so much anymore and yet she still tortures herself with the thoughts of abuse and she has left a place somewhere cold and dark only for herself inflicting guilt if failure of failure as a daughter and sister but making up for it with her own children refuses to let them grow up the same way trying to pave them a path so they wont be lost in this messed up world blame is tossed upon her like a wave is tossed upon the shore this family leaves a lasting imprint of their problems and agony is all that surrounds her as she sits alone writing meaningless poetry with endless meanings
TIME MARCHES
Did you see that?
Right there….
See it….,
there it is again…
I been so busy reflecting on my yesterday
and worrying
About the future of tomorrow .
Today just went right on by me, I……
wait,
there it is again.
At this rate before I get to enjoy the day..
I’ll be old, not to mention gray…
I have so much to accomplish before the morrow comes
Not to mention in nearby distance I keep
hearing this study hum,
And I got to check to see
Where the hell it is coming from.
Just look at this room it is a mess.
Serves as an office, classroom, factory, studio
Need I mention it is my bedroom, non the less.
It has 2 computers, a t.v. , sewing machine and bed,
and my mothers pedestal complete with urn
It is shared by me and my baby girl 12 she now be
One day I hope this kind of life will be her history
Oh what a mess not even room for just one more dress.
Tomorrow I will get up and bring some order
My mind is running like a recorder,
There it goes again the day has gone by…
But then it was yesterday I said I’d give order a try.
See to my husbands naked eye it may seem as if I do nothing all day
He believes my life is in such disarray.
My daughter is home schooled, I dabble in art.
I design my own clothes. And this is just a start…
Theirs a woman group I founded, help make my sisters strong…
I write letter to prisons so the world sons do not feel all alone.
I live like in a rooming house in what should be a happy home…
For none of this I get no pay,
Just the promise of tomorrow may bring a better day
I have been sick for 15 years, they said I would die.
But as gods entertain, I did not blink one eye…
The sadness only catches up with every me now and then…
It is at this time I wish I had just one friend.
When the cupboard is bear and no one seems to care
I have no stamps i pray to god the boys know In spirit I am there.
So time marches own and I’ve lost another day…
I hope someone out there for me will pray.
Tomorrow I am going to clean my room.
Right after my daughters school, and i look for that hum,
but most definitely after I finish this dress.
Oh brother ask god to bless this mess…
PEACE BE WITH YOU
Mz. Of W.I.N .ST.
Tell Me Why
Tell me why
it was my heart
you were determined to break
why was it my emotions... my heart
solely at stake....
tell me why
what did I do
that was so wrong
while waiting for you
and what I thought
was your loving arms.....
tell me why
I became your enemy
this instant -----.
why did your love change
for me..
your emotions just suddenly quit...
tell me why
one day you loved and needed me
then the next day
you could'nt wait
to get away....
tell me all the words
your heart....your lips
did'nt say
tell me why
you did'nt come home....
leaving me with this loneliness
and all alone...
tell me why
you lied and played
those games...
at times I felt
I was going slowly insane...
tell me why
you lied and I cried
while pieces of my heart
slowly died....
tell me why....... now
you've changed.... you're
so self reflected
is it because you've been
painfully rejected....
tell me why now
after all I went through
why is this ---- now
happening to you.................
MR MAN
I told you your whole foundation be loose…..
Now you run around like a child playing
duck, duck goose…
Suppose to be king to my queen…..
While all the time your action make a sister mean.
Let me try to explain something to you my brother….
I am a full grown woman not just your lover…
In my future things I see, capacity for great love,
while heading towards my true destiny…
Now you can chase fantasies while on your butt sit back.
Keep stressing me and this will be one queen you shall lack.
Baby I can cry here all alone…
Don’t need to swim in tears in what should be a happy home…
Think you’ve found better ?
Then go to it baby git....
Cause momma no longer want to deal in s**t.
Honey.., I’ve got the love, but you need to understand…
To be with me you have got to know when to take
the child out of the man.
God has blessed you with me…
Open you eyes next to you is where I be..
So straighten out step up to the plate…
Do not loose a good thing, the day is getting late.
Search your heart check your path…
again check the time., you do the math.
And one more thing My maybe future king.
Of these words please ,take heed….
With god and me your queen we shall
supply your every need...
And time shall be wasted no more.
Mz.
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THE BLESSING
Things I know…
I know god did not give me this man.
He may have been my soul mate
But truth be told getting there I was late..
I also know some of us exist out
side of the time we are to lived in
Now…
Maybe we are the dead that do not know yet.
Like spirits snatched out our time.
Something because from the first
moment I knew your soul matched mine.
I know to catch a man and keep him you have
to keep your bags of tricks close to you.
I know…. it does not take much for him to stray
Some women just give their good things away.
I know
You can not get another one of these in a minute..
Not this kind of heart felt love.
No song to go with it…
to describe the intensity in it…
No win in it
I know that a soul mates love can kill you…
As well as get you kill…
Or worst than dieing a
soul mates love could leave you to live.
I know there are worst things than dieing.
I know that we can get to comfortable in love.
Take it for granted.
I know when someone threatens a love like
this it is rarely in danger
For the two involve will continue to find each other.
This life time or next…
A soul mates love will demand it’s proper respect.
I Know..
It is a power in itself.
And will not be denied
I know that
like a powerful drink you must be
mature to handle such a love.
This kind of love is so bright that the light of
it is seen by everyone near.
Very few will understand this.
Some go so far as to think their voodoo in your kiss
Because why else would he act like this.
They do not see anything special in you.
while they think of ways to get him from you,
they must figure out what to do.
I know that
Without the bonds of strength of this soul,
it will break away..
But the power of it will not let him
away from you stay.
Nor you him…
Times of the soul powered love will tell
it to screw them.
But no matter how much you struggle and
work it will not be denied
For a soul powered love will not hide.
So keep your cool…
Do not be made a fool
Cause he could cry for you far away
Yelling and screaming day after day,
will not make him stay.
Cause though the soul wants what it wants
And it hurts so bad..
Tears to keep you sad.
Comfort found in other places
Smiling faces
Friendly embraces…
Leaving lipstick traces
While looking for comfort or not,
It is just their and he does not turned away.
But take this advice, about it do not think twice.
You do not have to fight for what is truly yours.
Just be careful not to give it away.
Because the most important thing I know…
You cannot out bitch a whore.
Think about it….
it will come to you. Mz.
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Guns and Bibles
Guns and Bibles
Rick (Redshoes) Ellis
Guns and Bibles faith or fate
Separation of church and state
Peace and freedom, democracy
Politicians, hypocrisy
They confuse us and complicate facts
Fool us and use us and increase our tax
Guns and Bibles, land of prosperity
Fossil fuel oil, Christianity
Oil pipelines and war machines
Sons and daughters, U.S. Marines
Guns and Bibles, land of the free
A perfect union of enemies
Things ain't like they used to be
There’s a blindfold on Lady Liberty
Guns and Bibles, evangelical right
Revelation, the Anti-Christ
Terrorism, a world in fear
Jerry Fallwell, the end is near
M-sixteen’s, Cellular phones
Aladdin’s Carpet in the no fly zone
Guns and Bibles, men in business suits
The sands of time beneath combat boots
House of Commons, common sense
Talking heads on our TV sets
They talk for hours and then they’re gone
Two hundred channels and nothing’s on
Guns and Bibles, gavels on wood
Compensation for the corporate good
Halliburton, Enron
Barbed wire around the White House lawn
Dirt and water turns into mud
The Potomac River flows red with our blood
Guns and Bibles, international law
Invisible Angels, shock and awe
Swallowed words, swallowed pride
Chemical weapons, somebody lied
Stars and stripes shattered and frayed
Red, white and blue, colors fade
Guns and Bibles, live and let die
Listen to the man from his pulpit in the sky
Remember North Korea, Viet Nam
Germany and Japan
Broken promises, broken bones
World War Four, sticks and stones
Guns and Bibles, lessons learned
Stand too close to the fire
And you will get burned
Finger on the trigger, finger on the Word
The bullet strikes harder, it’s all that is heard
trapped by our morals, there's no place to run
Guns and Bibles, Bibles and Guns
Guns and Bibles, land of the free
A perfect union of enemies
Things ain’t like they used to be
There’s a blindfold on Lady Liberty
We are trapped by our morals
There's no place to run
Guns and Bibles, Bibles and Guns
The Lady Dances (To Mary Ohno, My dear friend and Kabuki performer)
I could wish you translucent moonbeams to light up the stage as your graceful footsteps lead the way
Or,release crystal clear doves to land in the palms of your white gloves,
to hold you still, and settle your life peacefully
I could give you strength in a spiral of bright, as it travels toward you to chase,or to follow
I could lead you to take a new chance, as you poise yourself
Untangle,and unwrap the music around you and begin to dance again.
I AM TIRED
LORD I AM TIRED
I AM TIRED IN MY BODY.,
IAM TIRED IN MY MIND,
AND LORD,I AM TIRED IN MY HEART.
BUT MOST OF ALL LORD I AM TIRED
DEEP DOWN IN MY VERY SOUL….
THIS PERPETRATION OF A
FREE NATION IS LIKE A
SMOKE SCREEN,
AS IS THE RELIZATION OF OUR
CHILDREN UNABLE TO READ AT HIGH
SCHOOL GRAUDUATION.
IS IT STILL AGAINST THE LAW
TO TEACH A SLAVE TO READ ?
DO YOU FIND IT HONARABLE TO
PAY A MAN JUST ENOUGH TO FEED?
THE SON OF MAN STILL HAS NO WHERE
TO LAY HIS HEAD.,CEPT
HE BE RISEN FROM THE DEAD.
AND I..
OH LORD I AM TIRED.
I SEE THE ENDANGERED SPEICES
ON EVERY CORNER IN THE HOOD….
WOULD YOU SAVE THEM
IF YOU COULD?
YET IT IS ILLEGAL TO CAGE ONE IN THE HOME
OR AS I SO OFTEN THREATENED TO
KILL ONE BE HE BECOME A
THREAT TO SOCIETY.
BELIEVING IN HIS...
COOLNESS OF NOTORIETY,
FILLING THE COMMUNITIES
LIFE WITH ANXIETY.
LANDING HIM GONE, ME IN JAIL,
FACING MY OWN CERTAIN HELL EITHER WAY...
COULD THIS BE THEIR WAY OF POPULATION COTROL.?
LORD THESE STORIES OF CONSPIRACY HAVE
GOTTEN SO DAM OLD…
AND I ….
I AM TIRED,DEEP DOWN IN MY VERY SOUL.
WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?…
WELL WHAT WOULD YOU?
HAIL MARY, THE LORD IS WITH THEE….
WHY COULD SHE NOT LET HIM GO AND WALK WITH ME SOME?
AFTER ALL THEY SAY JESUS IS THE ANSWER,
WHAT THEN IS THE QUESTION?
AND WHY DON’T HE TALK TO ME?
I WANT TO SOMETIMES BEFORE I DIE
TO RUN UP IN THE CHURCH AND
SCREAM HELL NO!
WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD DO ?
WHAT WOULD YOU.
AFTER ALL HELL IS
WHERE I AM TRYING NOT TO GO?
IF A DRUNKARD WALKS UP IN THERE
THEY GET HIM OUT AS FAST
AS THEY CAN….
MAYBE THEY FEAR TO LEND A HAND…
HOW IS IT POSSIBLE NOT TO WELCOME
IN ONE OF GOD’S ON?
IN THE LAND OF RIGHT..
I TRY TO LIVE AS IF I MIGHT…..
BUT.
NEVER EVER GIVEN A CHANCE
TO SHOW ME…
TO BE MYSELF.
IT IS AS IF I AM A GHOST
OF THE STRANGE FRUIT.
CAN YOU FEEL ME?
MAYBE THIS EXPLAINS WHY A WORD FROM ME
IS NEVER REALLY HEARD …
YET I KNOW THAT I AM HERE.
SEE A TRIP TO DISNEY WORLD
WAS THE LAST TIME HE WAS A CHILD,
OR
MAYBE THAT WAS THE LAST TIME HE WAS
MY CHILD.
I remember like they say…..
I remember it like yesterday…
Still today I lay here wondering,
where did it all go wrong….
I search through my mind
for that moment in time….
That I can just take back…..,
be the mother he did lack…
But I can not find it….
Watching my baby’s life
GO TO S**T.
And lord I am tired .
I am tired in my body.,
I am tired in my mind…
and lord I am tired in my heart.
But most of all I am tired
way deep down in my very soul.
And lord today I am feeling rather old.
But rest do not come easy….
As I lay tossing and turning
one way and that in the middle of the night….
(did I leave on the outside light?)
Listening for that tap,tap on the door…
hoping my baby will come home once more.
Scared it will not happen today….
And when he does come in, hums a
"hello", at me and
"hey"’…
Is the only word that I can say.
Cause, I’m tired and my heart breaks
a little more,
and and he smelling of streets and weed..
As I tell him of the food left for him to feed.
I prayed for the lord to send a angel clear…
But at times it feels like he does not hear,
Hail mary full of grace, the lord is with thee….
Please pray then mary and let him walk with me..
SOME
Afraid to answer the phone…
Someone to tell me never again
my baby to come home.
Lord,
oh lord please rescue me, for I am tired…
I am tired in my heart..,
for a brand new start….
But for a new rising of the sun….
My son, his day, this day., he may be done.
Almost funny and is ironic…..
That for this freedom that we
continue to fight…
has my child wish for forever night…
Like a vampire, a demon afraid of the light…
To hide behind building and cars ….
And like track stars take flight.
Runing from masters hand…
Not realizing he was born to be
A POWERFUL MAN.
And lord I am tired…
Seventeen years he’s been on this earth,
Not even long enough to
understand his own worth.
And yet I must find a way
for this bubble to burst…
trying finally to break this generational curse
The question be can we fix this mess….
bring my baby back to the nest….
Holding on to his form
This time keeping him safe and warm.
But how lord,
for today I am tired,
way deep down in my very soul..,
and feeling a little old
And today I am tired of being tired..
And all the mommies
THEY STILL CRY..
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Free Verse By Senseii 5.14.07
Disolved in the distant voices
wake up from your euphoria
the utopian dream you see
when your lids are shut
that paradise that you seem to picture
time and time again
but everytime you open your eyes
the prize disolves into reality
and that trip of fantasy and flight
dissapears
thief in the night
a fog rolling back from your sight
and then distant voices and sounds
roll into your mind
a shell of humanity
blanketed by the mind's eye judgements
and false senses of security
Someone is crying Lord....
Our father in heaven, how beautiful and faithful thou art. In your time you make everything beautiful
Lord i am standing in the gap of many souls out there, lord there is someone who is sick in bed, God they
are about to give up because the doctor said their sickness can't be treated. Lord your word said that you
are the great physician, you said that by your stripe we are heal, my God and my savior someone is crying lord..
Lord you said that sickness is not of you but of the devil i pray that you will heal all those sick in bed right now
Lord they have no one else to call, they are at the end of their race and they feel weak and frustrated, lord i know that
you know everyone desires, but lord my desires is for you to heal all those who are sick in bed..
lord some are trusting you for jobs, happiness, and peace, please lord i want you to visit all of those needs and show yourself strong
My lord its really kills me inside to know that someone is sick... someone is crying lord kumbaya...
Lord some can't seem to sleep at night because they have a heavy heart, lord you said to come to you if we have heavy hearts
lord hear them call on you to take the load out of their hearts, please lord take it away from them and give them peace..
Lord i pray that you have mercies upon this world for we don't deserve you, but dear lord someone is crying have mercy...
some are starving lord please provide for their daily bread... someone is crying lord please intervine... in Jesus name i pray amen.
TWENTY YEARS AGO
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Like a shotgun blast from the dim distant past
She exploded into my life on that April day.
Many years ago I thought I'd seen her the last,
Now some quirk of fate had sent her my way.
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She daintily alit to the ground from the train.
I hid behind a corner and silently stared,
Felt my courage flowing slowly down the drain.
For a shock like this I simply wasn't prepared.
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I believe there no longer is any balm in Gilead,
And one no longer can find surcease there.
I believe you can't recover anything you once had,
And to try to, surely for someone, is unfair.
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She glanced my direction with a disdainful moue'.
I know I have changed but was it all that bad?
She left me so flustered, I hadn't a thing to say,
And I really couldn't tell if she was happy or sad.
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At this moment I did not even want to be me,
As she headed my direction, my mind just froze.
She was kind, cheerful, as nice as can be!!!
I should have at least said hello, I suppose.
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I stuttered and stammered as I stood there shaking,
As she said "good to see you, how have you been"?
I believe every inch of my insides was quaking.
Then she turned, was gone, I never saw her again.....
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JUNE 6 MMVII ANNO DOMINI
Persistence
I knew a bloke in life I did
A quite bloke in his way~
Just did things the best he could
To find happiness and love to stay~
But because he was a nice bloke
A target he seemed to become~
They say nice guys don't get the girls but
He just rolled with what life does and had done~
A bloke that gave all he had to give
Be it all he had on any day~
But always someone wanted and expected more
Never happy with what they had no way~
He end up coming to the conclusion
That maybe this was not his lot~
Left all he had worked for and went away
And yes he was soon forgot~
He met after the longest while
By accident another one~
A year or two they went through
Same old song,same setting sun~
Not willing to always keep leaving all
To selected memories~
To always trying to please every one
When non of them one can ever please~
The longest time it seemed to pass
Yep ... another came along for company~
Who really only wanted to improve the bank
And play mind games at family~
No more .. No more he said to himself
The longest time goes by~
Does true love exist at all he thought
For real true love this bloke would die~
It seems forever and a day
He spent all on his very own~
Got himself a dog and some chooks
Made himself a little home~
Got talking to another after awhile
Seemed they both had walked that country mile~
Experienced the very same things
But still had the stamina to smile~
They talked and they talked and talked
No one had ever cared to do so before~
Getting to know each other so
They opened up ever so many of a door~
Everything they seem to agree upon
They were like soul twins in every single way~
This went on for almost a year
All he had searched for , forever and a day~
Got to be that they both got to be
All to each other more and more~
He had searched for this very entity
And she was what he had dreamed of for sure~
She and he both feeling just the same
About all in all honesty~
Closer and closer they became
Walking towards the same destiny~
Persistence it had paid of
For this bloke and his love of his life~
Both of them now welded together
And soon she will be his wife~
If you have a picture of perfection
And it does mean only within~
And if you are determined to one day find it
That very prize you well could win~
But true love is when two very souls
Feel exactly in every way the same~
Want the same very things in life
Having already known the feeling of true pain~
Then you have what is known as real true love
And yes it lasts forever and then some~
This bloke and his angel not only found it
But they protect so what they've found and won~
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
Still Me
Look at me different now what do you see? I'm still me what did you see?
Didn't look close enough you stared from a far,up close and personal here we
are,now you wanna get to know me seems quite bizarre. Same old person on the
inside just changed on the out, looking good now all the fellas wanna shout.
I like it now, but not really, to much attention is not always good you feel
me. I see it like this shorty wanna get to know me better than before. sorry
no thanks remember back in the day all you did was ignore.
Be Blessed,
Shana
Waking Up Next to You
I want to wake up
by your side
it be at the
same time
look into your
smiling eyes
and ask
Did the words of love
I said
mess with your head
too much truth
get in the way
or I am just dreaming
as the morning light
peaks at your eyes
wakes you M in your bed
silenced all your cries
of the lonely night
I want to wake up
by your side
it be at the
same time
look into your
smiling eyes
and ask
am I still dreaming
and we sigh
are we still dreaming
of a when
together
every morning
from the silent love
we shared last night
or did we ever
am I still dreaming
or did I die
thinking you were in my arms
and we cried
cause that’s what we wanted
all along
just to love
hold each other tight
and keep each other warm
through the night
and sigh
I want to wake up
by your side
it be at the
same time
in the same zone
look into your
smiling eyes
and ask
do you love me
or is it just my song
you like best
and only it
all along
or is it us afterall
I know
shh don‘t answer
I already know.
June 2007 (c) Michael
E-VOLUTION
Revolution-
1.)A sudden radical
change in a situation.
2)an abrupt political overthrow
or seizure of power brought about
from within a given system.
3) Activities directed toward
effecting basic changes in the
socioeconomic situation….
To be a revolutionary you have
to be human being..
You have have to care about
the people who have no power.
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I said it before and I say it again
it is not a black or white thing
it is a human being thing..
I am the same person I was yesterday..
Please listen to what I say
Remember the saying……..
If not us ,who.?
If not now ,when?
Evolution~
the gradual development of something
into a more complex, or better form..
If not us who?
If not now when?
This is a wake up call.
The alarm has gone off..
There is no snooze button.
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Sirens are going off..
And this is only a test…
Or is it?
And WHERE THE HELL WERE
THOSE SIRENS DURING- 9/11
Was not the twin towers
a national emergency?
Maybe that’s just me.
Suppose they gave an
election and no one came…
How about this if you want
the power that politics afford
you have to accept minimum wage..
Or when you declare war you have
to fight in that war.
And not from camp David.
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Start a revolution …
Show the world our evolution
That we are the dream,
working a solution to this mess.
First we must bring the
babies to the nest.
Stop with the neighbors
trying to impress..
Lexus and escalades
When mothers rent
can’t get paid.
Most hungry and homeless.
Have family.
We got to find a way
to bring in a new day.
Teach them the way to go…
Tell them the things
that you know..
How did we get this far..
If something do not
happen now..
There will be no tomorrow.
If not us then who?
If not now , when?
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Evolve into the people
we were meant to be..
Let them know,
that what they doing,
We see..
The powers that be are
watching not only me…
And you so worried
about safety..
You can’t see..
Piggy back laws,
hiding behind the cumbled
minds of humanity..
You figure it is alright
as long as they ain’t
after thee…
Most of us are a paycheck
and illness away from poverty…
Don’t believe me,
keep doing nothing and see..
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Put your faith in god
but hitch up your horse..
God will see you through
but you must choose and
navigate the course..
Looking across the
water at the enemy..
While you sleeping with them…
Politicans on live t.v.
basically saying
screw you and me…
And it is not about our color….
Again take a look and see.
We, you and me have
fooled around long enough…
This world is caving in on
itself this is no bluff..
Show the world that we are tough
We must start to take care of our own.
Every community needs to raise up
and become a village..
Want to complain about
the way
I talk like you
can not undestand
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When laws are written for
other lawyers not the common man..
Hell the legal justice system
is just another form of slang.
To-with the party of the first
part here after
called Lawyer and judge..
And the party of the second
part shall be called..
Don’t matter what they are called
cause you cannot read this anyway..
And we complain about people
coming to America should
learn the English…
When we don’t really know what
the hell our language is our self…
What is the real
purpose for legal jargon..
Making you hunt for a
lawyer with a bargin..
Rights and freedom
going out the door
Each and everyday
a little more…
If not us, who?
If not now, when?
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politics?
the collision of your kiss makes your heart wigh it down it makes it so hard to let myself allow you to see the truth hidden behind my bloodshot eyes the tears leave a mist that resides when there is something bothering me the things you said still quiver on my lips it feels so awkward letting my wall down i feel so naked in a world full of conservatives who can't be entertained by the life they lead so they search for an enjoyable trip so terrified of letting themselves be seen they dont see a possible route as an escape from this world that supports their views but passively they believe in liberal fun just not in the government? come on now do YOU believe this bullshit?
purpose in life finally met
this sadness and obsession overcomes me in fading shades of grey my parents deserted me this led to my fall from grace the distorted portrait of happiness sits on my dest portryaing my once controlled common sense all the while youre too embarassed to look at my face but on the other hand it portrays the pain youve casted into my life but no longer are the shadows there for i have new ways of dealing this tiny blade is my new friend it has no heart no feelings to mend it wants to slide across my delicate wrist the best friend i ever had it listens while i cry it falls to the ground with a glimmer on its face it has achieved its recreative purpose
This Moment is Forever
You spread your love
like petals on my path
fragrant and soft
intense for the moment
that it lasts
reminding us both
the transitory nature
of living, death, passions, strife
fear not my love
our Lord is with you
I am with you
now, as real as light
moving in waves of eternity
for such is life
fleeting in it’s richness
whether oil or minerals
mental prowess
or talent rare
all you are
to me
is
now
I am there
my heart and soul
in words alone
right now
beside you
with all your cares
I carry with you
to lighten up your load!
I love you this moment
as I always will.
June 2007 (c) Michael
I was going to just mark this untitled.
WORLD
She at first impression
seems rather shy,
maybe a bit brand new.
Still it leaves me to wonder
if she had a little bit of a clue
late at night the house
she slips through
to be with him.
I hold my breath.
Trying to remember at what point
I decided this was o.k.
When did I figure to trade a lil
of what I thought to be respectful
for my selfishness of trying
to save my sons life…
So much danger,
The struggle, and strife.
The blame of what he has
done to her..,
Is it part my fault for
I should have said honey run. . .
He is just to have with you some fun . .
But I really did not know. . .
That for him it would be
some sort of pimp show . . .
In the light of day he ease
you out quietly the same way.
And from the window I saw..
What I thought was the beginning
hopefully of young love. . .
He walks down the street with
his arm around you.
I see him pointing out over the yard,
he seemed happy...,
You seemed happy.
I smiled remembering.
Maybe this is the key,
To find someone he
cares for more than he...
If he can find warmth and..
Understanding in her arms..
For every moment he is with
Her he is away from some harm...
Here in the family house,
In his room wrapped in world …
Maybe his brain can fall
into his heart..
Swirl, and he becomes unfurled…
And it will be alright…
I know it is wrong and
I am being very selfish.
But if these two can find love..
Maybe they can in a
round about way be saved.
But it is to say. . .
Oh what fools these Mortals Be ?
For I was to trade my hopes
for the respect,
And her heart at risk
along with mine,
Trying to save him by swapping time.
With them...
Rationalizing as long as he
is the room with her at night,
He is not on the street
Going to jail or getting shot at.
Or worst.
She is studying to be a nurse.
But she also is street savvy
which in our world is needed.
She cannot go through this hood.
With the mind...
Of what a 18 year old should.
In our world..
To survive there is more needed.
There are some street rules
And swaps that must be heeded.
I was left to hope world
had what was needed.
See before their was them
he had been sentenced
some time to do...
Not much just 15 days to get through.
So while their love was brand new ..
This new love seemed to turn her
very life askew ..
Just 3 months in she had to say so long.
15 days for new love sometime,
you have to be very strong.
But sister girl had it.
She...
Was standing along side me
On that day
Me and her waiting on he...
When he walked through the door,
I felt I knew the score.
Threw her arms around tightly
Hugging him I through my arms
Around tightly hugging them.
This going to jail son just don’t
work for me,
wanting him,
Along with the love to see
the pain and misery.
It has only been a few weeks now
I hear the tears in her voice.
Is he there?
No, baby.
My heart is heavy,
As another what I thought
Was love has run it’s course.
And world is her name.... Mz.
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SHADES OF GRAY
Shades of grey coming at me
Hard to tell the difference of this time
Night and day run together.
Most of life now is bad weather.
I do not recognize the union of family.
They all go about like zombies..
Looking for turning straw into gold,
promised through bedtime stories
of Rumpelstiltskin.. .
Or big pockets brought together
from pigskins, promises of the game ring .
Education is just some thing . .
to talk of..
730.00 a month dad get retired,
worked hard for it.
And bubba throws a ball arguing if he do not
get another 2 mil added to his contract
he not gon sign,
Dad rent up another 200 wonders is he
gon make it next time?
Shades of gray coming at me.
Leaving me a momma learning harmony,
so that I can sing
Precious lord, for that bullet
that caught that child,
For drugs he thought was the only
way to make it one more mile.
And the comments directed at me..
Why was he out this late..
Where were you?
Trying to justify why this mothers
child had to die too..
Shades of grey running coming at me..
And I do not understand why you cannot see.
This is the picture you do not care to see,
while you looking to point a finger at me,
Mother of them all.
Shades of grey keep coming at me.
Writing letters, praying prayers,
And just when the grey seems to
define itself into another
lighter brighter color.
I awake and realize,
there is no escaping this
for another has gone down and yet three
has gone up for his going down.
Practicing harmony and looking for
my pen for the cycle to start again.
I am left to count pennies,
to pay for stamps.
Writing letters by the nights lamp.
Trying to find the humanity,
in this insanity…
Then I realize no words from those
who profess real Christianity.
For the church is locked tight…
way before the gray turns to night..
And shade of grey keep coming at me.
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Our 48 hours
Day 1
A flutter in my stomach,
a shutter in my legs.
Palms sweaty,
was I ready?
Cold was the air around us,
darkness swallowed us.
Dim were the stars high above.
The moon was our light on the land.
One thought was racing in my mind.
A bliss were we.
The fog snaking threw the valley below.
I never wanted to let this night go.
Day 2
Sitting at the edge of a sluggish river,
in my arms trying to stay warm.
Talking about our lives, wishing right.
A star screams past, silent we watched as it died.
I felt like we belong, I feel like it is destined to be.
This is a new Chapter in my life…
I hope this has a happy ending.
Dibs On The Girl In Blue
Charlie wants a red head
Jimmy wants a Blond.
Jerry wants a Brunette
Like the ones with Bond.
All my wild eyed friends
Have got a girl or two.
But thats not good enough for me
I got dibs on the one in blue.
Shes got the sweetest lips
With the most alluring curves.
And I'll go claim that girl right there
When I can calm my nerves.
Yes gentlemen take your choice
And do what you want to do.
But when you go remember
I got dibs on the one in blue.
DISEASED MIND
World so cold…
Is it this cold?
Diseased mind..
So many thing happen
Did so many things happen?
Children roam the street.
Who are these children?
Can you keep them in line?
Mothers crying
My diseased mind
I am no longer sure
Drugs everywhere.
Whose drugs are these.
Where did they come from?
Gun shots
Church locked.
Where are you?
Am I lost.?
How much does safety cost?
Has all this come together inside her
combined..
All the things she has been through..
Maybe what she sees as the world is untrue.
Maybe it is all of a diseased mind.
An untrue
Anna-
A body lay in the morgue
Mother fights over ownership.
Willing to dig up her grandson so she can feel recognized..
Is this civilized…?
Drugs to forget..
Children forgotten..
Aids take’s it toll.
On both the young and the old..
Is this of the disease mind..
Clothes raggedy
Bullies coming at me..
Children with guns
Dead, playing thinking fun…
Hungry no food…
Tired no sleep..
Midnight thugs creep..
No rent money..
This is not funny..
Children locked in jail..
People
Education fails
No condom
Education fails
A.I.D.S Babies
Education fails
School uniforms
Education fails.
No leaders, less teachers
Education fails
Congress in recess
Yet children can’t play.
Education fails.
Oprah wont take my call
My diseased mind screaming.
This is not a lie.
Is this a lie?
Am I the only one that sees.
Do you see?
I am diseased in my mind.
Is this happening?
Do you see?
Am I really crazy?
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Suspension bridge
everyday comes so wonderfully
Suddenly
Something goes on
Can't stand the heat whats going on
Its so hard to breathe
Sometimes the tears are not controlled i cannot just roll up my sleeve
Nothing is here i just can't breathe
Words do bring us down
Is it really the words or is it who says what to who that makes us frown
Still forgiveness is more than saying sorry
Its a person accepting your faults and you could do the least to accept the forgiveness with the word sorry
At least try
Nobody asked you to show your sensitivity in a cry
Well you could at least try
Accepting you're not a sympathatic or emotional person
So much i have to accept so much more
Like i am alone
The boat is tilting to one side
Like i feel you do not care
If i drown i nthe tide
Its my destiny
I will accept
However God wants to take me
I want you to know how much i adore you
I never had noone that knew me like you did the way you did
Nobody listens like you do the way you do
Except other feelings so much confusion and Satan takes me for a ride like i am bumping on a mechanical bull in my mind i am sea sick or right now with my pen i just feel sick
So many options i don't know which ones to pick
Still i don't let Satan poison my mind
I don't just rewind
The past is the past
I only use it to remind me of all the good times we wished we could freeze and last
Now i will accept whatever it is
God has my destiny so i will accept whatever it is
So hard to sit back
Everything is so hard to carry in my backpack
So much pain, but i lost a burden by thinking the way i did and accepting several things and crossing over the right side of the bridge
Mending the bridge is like taking a cool glass of water from an ice cold fridge
Heart of the Matter
In the end,
my end of times friend,
all that will matter
is your heart.
Is it pure?
If not, overcome!
Only you know what you
need to do or change.
Jesus
Jesus is my friend.
He saids until the end.
I trust and believe in
Jesus my dear friend.
To guide me to the journeys
In my everyday life.
To help me from the struggles
that come my way.
No more tears will there be
in heaven where we will
meet someday.
jesus is my friend.
He saids until the end.
My dearest friend Jesus.
DIFFERENT KIND OF MOTHER
It is one of my lifes goals
To get control
Of this heart..
How do I stop..
Loving you
Caring for you..
Wondering how it is you do…
The things you do?
How do I make
myself whole . . .
If I can not
complete this one goal..
Over my heart get control…
Is this possible..
Can I take hold…
Get control..
Lest I lose my soul…
For letting the
Darkness that is in me
Spread with visions
of killing sprees..
Because you believe your
gang got your back…
While we believe we
taught you better than that…
I told you a long time ago..
Before I let you
terrorize the community
You will in
the end answer to me..
What I do not understand
Is since you 19
believing you are a man…
Why you could not see..
The street in mommie..
What made you
think you invented it…
Bunch of babies playing
In the s***t
Introduce your troops to me..
Momma this is one of my O.G’s
Pa..leeezee you kidding me.?
Think you grown
You in the big league now…
There is a few
things you should know…
Momma she runs this show…
You declare war on me..?
O.K. what you made
of I think you gon see …
I’ve always told
You I would die for you..
Guess you want
to make this true..
Explain this to you…
I’d give my life to save yours…
I would also give my life to
keep you from taking another…
Yes I’ll be
the bitch. . .
Cause I am a
Different kind of Mother... Mz.
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Seductive
He was not the dreamy, or handsome type
More like a mental morsel in a slim bowl that dished out looks from his cocoa brown eyes
And, I didn't even have to think
I knew that I wanted to fully indulge and be his meal of temptation.
F-CAT PLAYERISM 101
Let me school you
on a thing or two
What a real female
player can do
I can pick up a phone
to a man that I ain’t
seen in years…
15 min after I replace
it to it’s cradle..
Be signing my name on
a western union label..
You think you hot cause
a few Ballers
you share and got..
Please baby street
level will always
be your spot..
Tattoo’s and tongue
rings give impressions
you do nasty things
The real deal knows a
lil mystery is what
really pulls
the best strings..
Cause everybody
wants to know
If the real deal
really the queen
of her show..
Thinking Red Lobster
is anything more
than a glorified
fish house..
Proves you only a
rapper away from
Tip drill
The real con is the
one where years
later the mark
does not know he
has been conned..
This dear heart
is elementary
playerism 101..
Of course a Baller
will throw you
a dollar or two..
Cause that is
what Ballers do.
Get a real man
with a plan
And make an
investment or 3.
Preferably not
on your knees…
You’d be surprised
the length he’d
go through..
Cause this queen
they wanna please
SAYING ..,
please don’t go.
They know they
will never get
the keys to my heart…
Told them that
from the start…
But the real deal
does this in a way
He has hope for
maybe one day…
You think the
world is
jealous of you
Wake up boo..
My mother taught
me a response for that..
Tell me how to
pay all my bills
keep all my own money…
Then maybe I will
find something
to be jealous of…
Right now you just
a cold street
level that can’t
even fake love.
But you cool . .
drive that
FLASH on home
You deal in
disposable people..
Street levels
usually end up alone…
Lucky for you..
You stuck on you ..
So you wont feel alone
When the real
bill of life becomes due.
But when you tired
of acting the b***h
through scratching your
childish itch...
Give momma a call,
teach you the
trade that goes
along with the tricks
TRICK
Oh and for the record
The real movers and shakers
Do not worry about labels.. they set the style..
No profit in chasing someone else's dream
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The most precious gift we all seem to forget
Don't drop out of school
God has given you a precious gift thats called education so don't drop out and be a fool
If you wanna be cool like you all say i wanna be cool
Sit at the front of the class listen to the teacher doing all your work and getting the a*
Then you will see applications flooding in for you to go to college doing what you wanna do then someday you'd go far
Like a star is so high you will get high
Remembering doing a job is better that will help you in this life and the next
Don't just do a job and keep collecting and kissing the coins as a see some do
Why not help an orphan through a tough time and give him the precious gift of education so he or she can help themselves to a better future
A gift so pure
So easily forgotton yet why is it
You friends go out for a bit of something just being fools maybe a drag of tobaccie or just some weed yet they say its abit
A bit can still cause harm and is still against the law
So why'd you lick their paw
They're evil cats getting you into bad situations they aint friends you can do so much better and have so much fun with better friends
Not what are trends
At the time...
They don't last
Put that feeling in the past and go back to school
Don't drop out coz then you'd just be a fool
Stay in school
And see your future will be a ray of sunshine
In this life and hopefully in the next if you keep being faithful to God....
HERO SCAR
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You came upon my dim doorstep
In my center of critical needing
Brushing blonde curls from eyes
These very eyes spill torn tears
Confusion rushes aside absence
Of you and no ache shall split
My universe into hurricane pain
As only the love of my lifetime
Wrongfully you walked distant
Thru corridors of painful past
For now alone I shall die slowly
Without arms who once secured
Left alas to taste deepest wound
That leaks stain beyond incision
From hero who then rescued me
And my life only to vanish abroad
Written by,
Abby lynn
(c) 2007
Dedicated to, M.G.
The love of my lifetime...
W.B
He was Osum as himself in Gladiators i also heard he was a Professional footballer i couldn't get info on the net yet i was wondering if anyone could help me out... xxx Pleeeeeease
Also i thought his rapping was cool and his dancing was great and this guy could jump over cars WOOOOOAH i could not believe it even my brother liked him
I thought he was a very very nice person too i wanted to know what he is up to nowadays too coz its been a long time ago since he won on gladiators.
Anyways i hope somebody replies
Japan, World War II, The Sugarcane Fields
The natural high and sweetness of the sugarcane fields gives way to row upon row of rushing spindles
Women cry in labor crouching in spaces they carved out to give birth in
Rustling and whistling, back and forth
Is is safe now??
Shield your babies from the flying round eyes above, whirling to dive into your rapid hollow and lock you away.
Dad
Oh why, oh why
Did you have to go?
It was Gods choice
to take you own home.
The pain you suffered
while on this earth.
You lived your life in vain,
until you meant the Lord.
The peace you will have
with God up above.
It is still crossing my mind.
Oh why, oh why
Did you have to go?
Remember this
I love you Dad.
Salvage me for the future of your kingdoms
If you can salvage a few pieces of my work
i dont back up
if you can hold a few pieces of my art for the future to one day read
that perhaps they never would have
out of the thousands of pages i have written
im not sure which pages i would pick or why or when or how
but i know
i have written many great things ahead of my time
i have written things i cannot truly completely describe
i have written things inspired by dreams i wish to cross into reality
I know if the shoe was on the other foot and i wrote like me
you wrote like you
you felt superior for you were doing things the way you thought they should be dfoing
and i the author uneducated
and thus a fool
i should be shunned
but the future needs to know needs to see
needs to be subjected to me
I don't know why i feel this way
perhaps this is your free will religion
I'll never get published but the ones you like
you can take for granted today and pass on and keep alive
and forever everyone will wonder why Troy Nelson knows soo much about the mystery of shadowfiend
Salvage some of my work
i beg and plead
i wont be here forever and with soo much gteatness to write
and i try soo hard tro be different
to be me
to be outside of the box
thatys what you wanted
is it not?
thats whay you craved?
so am i behind before my time?
or straggling along?
salvage me
save me from the nothing i am doomed to become for the fact of spelling mistakes
which may not be mistakes at all
save me from this generation of mindless drones of everything has to be perfect
and show the future how you gave the present this scar i am
as we push the next envelope farther
salvage this end of the story and make a toast of your five or sdeven poems you just ripped off like the perfect crime to one day
show that someone who wroite differently than millions of billions of writers oncve upon a time did
so who am i?
a nobody a nothing?
in the middl;e crying begging to be relewased from the torture of all these eyes watching
when noones aropund
and dno one would believe these silent wars of drugs and paranoia and malfunctioning doctores
salvage me from the wreck and see the sinking ship
save mne from my own disgrace to see one day if i live out this nightmare and ytou catch ont o my freudian past nightmare freedom of speach freudian slips
that indeed there is rerason to express what i am expressing and always have and did
save me from the nothing i am
for the betterment of man to pick apart a book of one lunatic guinea pig
menatlly ill genius
instead of diagnosing thousands of sane and insane men and women alike
save thes pages to be studied for the future uncertain of prodigal children
psuychology psychics and insight
and see the fountains of words and men and mice
salvage what you can from this site
save what you can from today to bring to tomorrow
who teaches what as aleader
as a good follower
who brings logic to the disorder
to show you contrrolling manipulation
and all he has to do is dodge bullets as he crosses the border
without a compasss nad amap
andf i payed my price with pills i have swallowed and a guide to an insane mans brain
now write my life story
figure out the dates i wrote what when and why
my emotional scales
and so begins your puzzle
and the mensa geniuses psychologists psychiatrists can doctor me up forever my friends instead of them playing guinea pig with someone
that needs nothing
make this your life lesson
a sane man gone mad
a mad man pushe dover the edge
my life story burnt down and passed around and this written by me
and all we need is the truth of my literature and accurate accounts of the man in the middle
to be diagnosed picked apart and understood
misunderstood
judged and applauded
to desensitise all of you turn you into yoursleves and free you from the conventions of silent wars paranoia
and psychotic delusions of every sentence
Salvage me
my life story and my beliefs
my thoughts and derlusions
my time and my dreams
my hobbies and resumes
my truths and my lies
interview my friends and lovers
and then try your hardest to not control my life
and see if struggle to not learn anything from you
to turn the tables and claim a victom from the man playing god over me
as i play to lose only for soo long
before i reveal to you
who is truly the king
Here i am politicians
here i am U.N
The man in the middle whose life is a complete mess
now come save me from it
or have my illusions placed upon you
around you
these tricks upon my sleeves you will need to understand completely fully
or i will rule you all
over you
while i am alive
from beyond the grave
and then never have to come back again
or plan to fail to save me
and realise that was my plan all along on how the conspiracy works on how i am truly ruled an unfit king
to trick you all
to put myself in this predicament whatever it is
ask for help
see who my friends are when i give the call
and whoever does not answer their kingdoms will fall
I will replace those who deny me refuge
near or far
Salvage me from the present and bring me to the future
i plan to fail to help you
this mission is your own
I plan to bring you down king unfit
for when the time is up
i am placed upon the throne
faced with the feat of unequal measure to one day be given the call
and the amazing race for aid will and shall begin
the man in the middle will plan to fail
psychic prophet or not
and when he outsmarts the kings of men he will be placed above them
and rule them
so come salvage me
from this wreck i am
show me your amazing grace
for i am not allowed to mention how sweet it sounds
come salvage me from this disasterpeace i have found myself among in this silent war in an unclaimed land
of current affairs of Canada no one pays attention to
because the Queen of England washed her hands of this land
Here is my call for aid
anyone denying me my aid shall fall
salvage me to the future
bring this to those who need it heard
deliver this message and i will be a rock not to roll
and remember if you pull the trigger
you better throw away the bar of soap you wash your hands on from the gun powder
then clean your bathroom sink
I made you the victom says the mayor
so you could one day have my position he says humbly
as if he has outsmarted me
Scene 3 act 2
I'm not interested
I was born into this been to black and back
and i have whited out my name
Every single right i have to my name i have wearned one by one
call to help
deny me aid from near to far
your kingdom shall fall
Salvage me
and many will prosper
deliver you from evil
for perhaps i am here to deliver you to world peace
and together we can live happily ever after and laugh like super villians again anyway!
{ On The Wings Of Pure Sweet Love }©
"dedicated to my mom on high:i miss her more as time goes by"
You'll be in my life forever,
through the path you walked upon.
Your legacy i will treasure,
a pot of gold and beyond.
Your life's lesson was nothing short of,
a miracle in disguise.
For it was taught with such love,
i now see the world through different eyes.
Farther than any eagle can fly,
with memories as my angel wings i'll soar.
Lifted by your undying spirit i'll never fear to try,
what i can do to live out my dreams and more!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~
^high as^a^ kite©
It gets confusing when you are tired and weary,
to never know you have a place.
You were content to be nobody,
you always feared to show your face.
I was the one who was so strong,
while you were the one with all the pain.
A beautiful soul yearning to belong,
a beautiful soul feeling such shame.
Did you ever feel that you're a zero,
and nothing you set out to be?
Well no need to cry on my shoulder you need to know,
how much fun you bring to me.
So go fly now on eagle's wings,
as you soar high as a kite.
You'll soon know the feeling your presence brings,
whether morning,noon or night!
Now wake up and smell the coffee,
for your whining depresses me!!!!!!!!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~
SWEET SILENCE MY LOVE
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Straight lines run from the misty sun
Beams on foliage inside the village
Along the canal the melodic chorale
Leads to enchantment, I become evanescent
Serenade me blithely in the twilight nightly
A gondola ride, along the glass we glide
Take off our guise under purple skies
Release the gypsy that longs to be free
Caress my brow and eternally avow
With undying plight, to each other recite
Rue des Martyrs we walk, as others talk
On the quay we stand with hand in hand
Taste not the bitterness of yesterday’s emptiness
Nor dismiss my face in this bewitching place
I yearn in my soul for this day to be whole
Come silent my love, sweet silence my love
Je amour tu
SH
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BUTTER PECAN ICECREAM
Butter Pecan
He likes butter Pecan Ice Cream
He love to fish.
He loves everything about fishing.
Catching his own bait, be it saining for shrimp or throwing a cast net.
He loves to get in his own boat and gloat on the fish he has caught.
From his boat he loves reeling them in.
He loves standing on the end of the jetty and reeling them in.
He loves standing on the bank and reeling them in.
That hot ass sun don’t bother him at all…
when in his head he hears the fish call.
He do not tell tall fish stories as he may mention the one that got away.,
He just thinks of bringing them home,
while he fixes his rig for tomorrow will be fish and fritter day.
He loves the children when they are small, doesn’t mind changing diapers.,
feedings, laying them on his chest as they sleep, as he sleeps,
even when it is not., his nap time.
He likes corn fritters, collard greens, buttermilk cornbread,
hell any kind of corn bread. And he can cook it himself.
Very well I might add.
And trust me… at that I ain’t mad.
He loves his family, his mother, sister, brothers, grands ,daughters,
sons all…
He can almost take you back in time when speaks of he
and his cousins adventures, and oh, what a ball!
He loves his dogs, sometimes more than most folk…
And sex with him really ain’t no joke.
He likes butter pecan ice cream.
And his laugh is from the gut… with this., his eyes beam
You really have to push his buttons to make his actions mean.
But don’t get it twisted He is a hard man, that like butter pecan ice cream.
He is not big on gift giving, Christmas is for kids, and to him holidays are family days. His mother, sister, brother dayz
And at it’s core.. He has a soft heart but I am the only one who knows it.
And I am tired….
See I do not like butter pecan ice cream… I can taste the salt around the nuts, not to mention the taste of butter. I have said this for over the thirty years I have known this man.
I buy Neapolitan because in it there is something for most everyone , but I also buy butter pecan, cause he likes butter pecan ice cream.
As a child living with my aunt and seven kids, when from my father my mother was on the run…., Meat was minimum …. truth-it it just wasn’t none.
We use to make flour pancakes with borrowed eggs from the neighbors.
So these days I am not a big bread eater …. I need meat for my sanity.
To keep my humanity… if god did not want me to eat cows he would not have made them out of meat.,
and besides I need meat to remind me of the fact that I am not at the very bottom of the food chain…
Yes I know for some it is accomplished by the bling and the pop of a bottle of champagne…
But me….. I need meat.
He does not really like toast because it makes the bread tough.
Same thing about steak.
He has a tender tongue and do not like a lot of pepper, hot sauce. Or condiments for that matter. Says I do not really know how my food even tastes.
He does not like loud women…. women that smoke, curse, or run the street.
Yet, he…. got with me.
Warnings everywhere, but I suppose he just did not want to see….
So I guess I should feel lucky that his Mrs. I be…
Cept for the fact he really don't like me.
Yes I was young and he was older…
But my willingness to get up to go down made me much bolder…
See god did not give me this man….,
I set my sights on him and I made my own plan…
But I am tired…
I am woman that wants to some time feel desired…
Not just a wife waiting on the midnight booty call….
Being married in a house with your husband and still all alone….
Does not have the makings of a happy home.
And yes, I like air condition when it is hot.
And yes I know about the money we ain’t got.
And do not think for one minute I do not know his misery,
a great deal is because of me.
Mostly for the summer/winter relationship in which we got caught.
See I was young and I knew in my world….
what it meant to have pride when born a girl….
See truth is when the day is done….
Real girls just really wanna have fun…
But I am a woman now… full grown..
and despite my abilities to throw a really good tantrum…
I can hold my own.
I am just his spouse…
I am never allowed to ever forget it is his house.
I need only to start to change things to make my living in it
a little better..
And I could read his dismay like an open dear john letter.
I tried to explain to him a woman needs to feel some control
over the inside of the house….
I would get excited like a roaring fire start to paint,
make curtains, only for him to douse…
I don’t like turnip greens, cottage cheese,
or any cheeses on my hamburger, Why? Cause I need meat.
When I order subs I like all the ingredients that are wet
wrapped separately cause I do not like my sandwiches soggy.
I think parents have to work together when raising children,
show a united front.
I think the world is borrowed from our children and
we must be their roll models.
And we can never give up on them no matter how old they get.
I do not like mosquitoes in the house so one must keep the door closed.
And no I did not just let them bite me.
When I cook I like leftovers case I get hungry later.
I hate washing dishes with a passion so much,
I have actually thrown some out because they were dirty.
The logic being if you have a sink full of dishes and
people are still adding to the pile you have to many dishes.
I like to dance or at least listen to good music on occasion.
I do not like to be alone, although I do not like people.
I do not like him fixing his boat with me in it.,
in the middle of the ocean because something jut did not sound right.
I do not like getting dressed to go out only to wait
in the car while he been sitting in it decides to get out and
check the oils.
I do not like going to family gatherings only
to be left sitting somewhere alone.
I do not like staying at other peoples house when visiting out of town.
I love getting or giving gifts.
I think family starts at home and a husband
should always be willing to stand up for his wife, good or bad.,
not agreeing with the bad but remembering she is his wife.
I believe no woman gets married to be lonely.
It is not a state for in name only.
And I think unless abuse is involved…..
divorce should be outlawed.
I hate the fact he don’t know this about me.
And if you are looking for the fountain of youth,
my husband is where to be …
Cause you will never really celebrate a birthday with he.
I know in January is his birthday,
I know he love to work on things.
I know he likes homemade cakes, and loves butter pecan ice cream.
Because I can taste the salt around the nuts
I do not like butter pecan ice cream …
And after thirty years the fact that he don’t know this
makes me want to scream……
Actually I believe he does not care to know this about me...
As I look at him today eatting butter pecan ice cream..
I hate butter pecan ice cream.....Mz.
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Predators
Where do these misfits come from what a terrible waste?
They’re suddenly preying on our children such a terrible taste
All at once they’re everywhere across the United States
They’re preying on our children even our teens how this aches
All of a sudden these misfits are making themselves known
They leave behind a sorrow that is horribly very wrong
All they leave behind is a sad story song that don’t belong
Preying upon our youngsters before they’re even grown
Everyday we read on the news being cast children missing
Seldom do you see where they’re recovered how long will this last?
Many a family pleading for their children for a safe return
If only we could find the Predator his soul we’d love to burn
Predators are out in large number never know where they will be
They’re nothing more than misfits with animal desires not easy to see
If we could find more ways to detect them before their deadly plight
We’d catch them in the act and capture them day and night
So, don’t forget to notice whose stalking you in your daily path
To stay in focus would keep us from having to reap this awful wrath
I wish that I could catch them and make an example of them
I’d erase their pitiful lives to deter what they’re doing that’s so grim!
Copyrighted 06/07 © By: Michael R. Powell
Dedicated to: Stopping the Predator killing our kids.
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Moving home
It seems to me these animals
are forever moving home,
yet they always keep the same four walls
no matter where they roam.
REBIRTH
Understanding forgiveness cleansing rebirth is my very soul...
Crying out oh, who is me... begging for relief..
Life is not that hard the breathing in and out of it.
It is the living part of it that makes me sick.
I know a lot of this place...
This earth., this earth existence..
My very soul cries for relief for this is not mine...
Nor this life is not mine..
And as my soul searches, I only hope where ever my life is,
it to is searching..
And yet as my soul cries out to be free...
The only jailer is me...
My days and night they run together..
i look out at the world and I see...
But since I am invisible No one sees me.
Forty years on this desert I be, round and across...
believe me I want to get off...
What is the fee Oh invisible me?
Reach out touch, to show, let anyone know.
Here, here go me...
but they don't know nor do they feel for I am invisible., you see.
OH Jesus I call as I fall...Help me Lord...
give me the strength to tie the cord.
I did not choke, the cord was not broke...
He was holding me up a smile on his face, one my very soul embraced.
I cried and cried until the darkness did subside.
He never said a word...Yet I love you I heard.
The brightness is still there...
It is Jesus who cares.
The world may not see me but
I am no longer invisible because of he.
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Why do men have nipples?
I do not mean to be rude
I do not mean to sound crude.
But my curiosity has the best of me
Although this may sound lude.
I do not mean to stir up controversy
And this may cause waves and ripples.
But I really have to know
Why is it that men have nipples?
What is their purpose?
What decoration do they give?
Are they really that important?
Do men need them to live?
Someone please help me answer my inquiry
Come and join me on my quest.
Why is it that men have nipples?
Are they needed? or a jest?
I am dying to find the reason
Yes I really must know.
Why on earth do men have nipples?
What purpose do they show?
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I’ve been drifting along for some time alone
No signs of water, I’m dry to the bone
I’ve made up my mind to make it or die
I need new refreshments, an extra supplie
I feel a slight ripple of a wind blowing nigh
There’ll be a change coming by and by
My voice is not strong to shout anymore
But I’ll try my best to bring out a roar
Rain on me Jesus!
I’m reaching the end!
Rain on me Jesus!
I need to get soaked!
Your loving compassion is hereby evoked
I pray for a deluge of rain that You'll send
With confidence I'll pray till the end
Ive searched for an oasis so that I can rest
Allow me to lay my head on Your chest
A shower of blessings that’s all I need
For raindrops of peace I desperately plead
Dry and parched I’ve been searching for You
There’s no-one else to see me through
The sky is heavy with rain clouds on high
Thank you, dear Jesus, you heard my cry
Pitter patter here comes the rain
By Your grace I will be sustained!
I’m panting,
Gasping
Crawling for more
On worn-out knees which have become sore
Alleluia! I’ll drown in this downpour!
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WHEN I THINK OF YOU
When I think of you I think of oceans and sea breezes things that make moment in time freeze…
Like colors that dance on skins of sun fish, Fried mullet, grits, corn fritters some of your favorites of dish…
Sitting in moon lit cars,sweet music under the stars,,, like smokey sings cruise with me baby… on sunny days under trees that are shady… Love making for hours, for the love of it no need for candy or flowers…
Hearts prancing and dancing while dreaming of future romancing
When I think of you I think of time wasted, dreams lost but mostly how much stupidity cost.
When I think of you…… I…. think ….of …… you.
I think of being alone…
For their was not enough of you .,for all the things you need to do.
See I can finally admit for me love should have come with some special kit
Understand this……., I was not worried about being the only one I wanted to be number 1 out front.., top shelf., I never believed anyone had love to themselves..
When I think of you I think of tear cried, hearts that break
For no real value or good sake…
Like broken windows crashing to the floor.
Cause love don’t live here no more..
But there is love…. Me here you there…. Still there is love.
When I think of you I thnk of the other half of me…
Brought together one strong force with one heart beat cause when I think of you….. I ….. think …. Of…. you
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The End of Time
An angel spoke to me,
Of the end time to see;
Time will come for to know,
Where everyone will go.
Some in shock or dismay,
Finding out on that day;
Not going where they could,
Even though thinking they should.
Suffering comes to an end,
As the chosen ascend;
Upward into God's place,
For He has shed His grace.
Now with tribulation,
Will be jubilation;
You will be filled with cheer,
That will replace the fear.
If you truly believe,
Then you surely receive,
A true peace in your heart,
Through Christ in a new start.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Storm
Do you hear the storm
thats passing your way.
The rain drops dropping
from the heavens above,
so heavenly so.
That smell of the storm
gliding your way.
A flash of lighting
hitting as dangerly so.
A drop of hail falling
from the clouds above,
but you know in yourself,
that the storm
is passing your way.
Do you hear the storm?
THE GIRL FROM KILKENNY.
A fine body she has on her,
Enough to send the boys
Over the hills and seas
In search of her like
Amongst the foreign tribes.
The hair and eyes,
That’s what has them most,
The way she walks and talks
With that slight drift of words
That makes the boys
Stand open-mouthed
And want in their hearts
To fly with the birds.
NOLIN
NOLIN IS A FAMOUS VAMPIRE
KNOWN THOUGHOUT THE EMPIRE
IT IS SAID HE IS SO HANDSOME
WOMEN OFTEN LOSE CONTROLL
THEY SAY THAT NOLIN IS
SO HOADNSOME THANN WOMENAJECTIVE
FuNnY SpElls
Well i want you to laugh
Its good for you
Except i don't like those calling me things
I am not a comedian
I am not Robin Williams
I am just wanting to make my friends laugh
I am Hiqmat Humaidan
I am a normal person
Regular life
I want to make you laugh i like to make you laugh
Endorphines are released
Stress is reduced and you feel relief and lightness like a feather flurring down from the sky
Like a leaf gently swaying in the breeze
Such a feeling of relief a feeling of such fun
So nice to make your friends laugh
Except still Satan gets in the way
When you keep forgetting i am just a normal person...
Susan Shang -- reflecting that abuser
He likes to wear red
just as the mushroom shining out from a dumpy ground,
He stands straight, seems a plank be bond,
He swings ass back and front
seems the whole world's women looking him upon,
He special studied half brain of human
that is where your will located around ,
He calls love as soon as he wants,
He determinds every secrets with his smile still on.
Female is his specialty
dragging each skirt whenever he feel the need
to climb and bond:))
He smiles quick while a little gift is found
He takes back his face fast while the ex is around:)
He is just the SMALL MAN
the east 3 thousands years ago describing among.
Caution Caution Caution,
This is ghost is still around!!!!!!!!!!!!
No Child Left Behind
We have to keep in mind
US education is in a bind.
Money isn't getting to students
fast enough to compete
in the New World's Fair.
People are too cheap to care
so each ghetto child is caught
in society's hateful snare.
Children today are dared
to lfail,
encouraged to die,
or land in jail.
The corrupt pillaging of education
will become everyone's travail.
Stop allowing education to be
derailed.
No Child Left Behind is the beginning
not the end.
There is so much more work to do
and all the answers begin with you.
Learn where your tax dollars are spent.
Christening. (M.P.Bridger)
They were all there.
The family.
Save those with private piques
Noted by their thunderous absence.
I have been guilty of this myself
But thought 'what the hell',
The baby is my niece and the first of our name
To be born for thirty years.
Soi I went. Sitting in those pews
With my mother's people,
Half listening to the Vicar's cheerful banter
And mumbled replies from Godparents.
I toyed with my watch chain,picturing myself
On the other side of that heavy door
Having a smoke.
The gathering up the village street
Twenty minutes later seemed sombre to me.
More like a funeral.
I made straight for the bar
And stayed there for the duration.
Wearingmy dead Father's face,
Using his mannerisms,my performance
Shielded the real me from prying eyes.
I spoke with her;
That girl who had pulled my hair as a child
And secretly complimented her in my mind
For growing into a young woman of rare talent;
That of making me smile.
My Uncle, the milkman stayed with me,
Giving me free reign to curse and bluster
And act like a big man.
Silently thanking him for being patient,
For humouring me.
Stopping at the village pub homeward bound,
My brother,teetotal, discovered scotch
And thought he liked it.
Though beer-sodden myself I sat with him
For two hours as he crawled around the toilet
Praying for death.
Cleaning him up and sending him home
I sank onto my bed and slept a solitary sleep,
Shivering from the coldness of being lonely
After the brief warmth
Of having my people around me.
LIBBY.. LIBBY ...LIBBY
Ode to Olivia...
She has side pocket hips,
the kind in those velvet colored posters
of black women dancing in the clubs….
You know the really real sisters…
The kind who knows the most important sex organ is the mind.
And though the bumper is good eye candy
No matter the junk in her trunk….
The goods are locked under the hood.
Head held high she walks with a certain pride…
She has this infectious laugh that tickles herself…
Though is a big girl,the 44 or so hips
makes the backbone slip just right to
support the top shelf that are her breast….
And she..... She is a hot mess….
She has that waist that doesn’t stick out when she looks down…
See… that would be a gut…
And we all know ground round
belongs on the butt.
No she ain’t fat….
But she got it like that.
Many will concur …
Cause grown men love to look at her.
In her a queen but she does not know …
She takes care of her on for real, not to put on some show….
Inside her you can see her heart strings…..
By the care she puts in raising her 3 future kings…
Where ever they are she makes for them a home…..
Believe me she knows how to take care of her own…
Sometimes funds get low…
And she knows family is the way to go…
Cause her goodies ain’t for sale
I want to tell her how proud I am of her…
How the mother she is I wish I could be …
But hell the way I had no back-up for me.
I want to show her exciting things …
All the beauty just plain living life can bring…
Being young is and never have been an excuse ….
To be a female that is loose.
Yes she keeps her head held high..
If you are lucky she may even speak
to you as she passes by.
Though her battles are many…
She rarely walks away from any….
As her mother I must admit….
Trying to figure her out sometimes
I just want to quit.
For it is the stupid things that tend to make her pout….
And words like doggone it comes out.
And lord she speaks her mind…
With words I sometimes want to bind …
For she leaves me hoping she is not trying to be so unkind….
She calls em like she sees them,
any other way for her just wouldn’t fit…
Leaving me the urge to shake
the hell out of her, But just a lil bit.
She has big plans for future she sees..
Home ownership with hammocks
swinging between the trees…
I am confident she can see this through.,
Eyes on the prize, she knows what she needs to do…
Oh, don’t get it twisted, as with most mothers and daughter,
we disagree on how some things should be.
I know she has researched how they could be…
And since I am always right ,
That would make her sometimes wrong…:)
But she gets through it, for she is a woman who is strong….
Still,she takes care of her own..
She uses real funny words when upset with people….
Like I would say, "look at this O".
She would say "make me sick ol bo bo"
Although her father has her heart,
Always have right from the start.
We are connected…,
we are connected in ways only I
as a mother could Understand.
For we both see the ironies of the world and man…
We talk of things that can make some blush….
From today’s headlines to just plain mush.
So when she said to me,
"that’s why nobody wants you"
This because of some past wrongs she believed on her by me.
I wanted to say keep living honey,
As a mother someday you will see…
But as a black mother my pride got the best of me….
From my mouth the words that came,
"Do not think your age, and being at
your house gonna let me …. Let you…. Disrespect me."
Because as a female of color I must keep the upper hand…
Demand respect from my child rather they see themselves
Grown woman or man…
But this is just to let her know...
Dear girl as mommy I understand…
Mz.
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You Don't Know Me
Put A label on me,
Say you know how I feel,
Tell me what to do,
As if it'll work.
You don't know a thing,
You've never been through
What I've been through,
You don't know me at all.
You think I'm sad,
Always will be,
That I'll always
Be the same.
You never told me
You could predict
The future,
Because you can't.
Your college degree
Doesn't proove anything
Your title goes
To waste.
You don't know
The first thing
In how to deal
With me.
This is a waste
Of time
Of money
Of your so-called brains.
Just go away
Leave me alone,
You never knew
What to do.
You think you help
But you don't.
It's all a lie.
I'm no different than before.
So put away your files
Your scans
Your notes
Your pictures
And leave me to my life
Without you telling me
About how I have such a problem
"But don't worry, It's common."
Pandora's song
This life is in great travail.
Like a screeching train it tempts it's rail.
Perpetual tears pour out, as I wail.
My soul waxes exceedingly frail.
Will any stand witness to recount the tale?
Only the heartless prosper in this land.
They consider us as a grain of sand.
When we stumble, they offer no hand.
With venom they pleasure an unjust demand.
Filled with cruelty they cause much mourning.
Who can heed the shadow of warning.
Abiding without compassion;
no mercy; no love; no kind ration.
They snicker and sneer;
Abandoned in fear.
There are none who draw near.
When I call out, who will give ear?
Forlorn, worn, broken, and torn;
Flooded in scorn, without esteem in which to adorn.
Every day we die every night we’re reborn.
This burden is too heavy to bear.
We wander aimlessly in our despair.
Without hope and lost as sheep gone astray,
Naked, destitute, and without a shepherd we have lost our way.
Who will deliver us from this valley of sorrows?
Verily, this life shall see the dawn of many tomorrows;
And yet, though my spirit be in exile;
Taking refuge in that we suffer only for a while;
Through the promise was conquered bitter revile;
Persuaded now, our apathy transfigures into half a smile.
Now as the sun sets on this letter;
The curse is lifted, light as a feather.
Finally free from the flesh altogether
Behold the end of this mortal tether.
At last! My respite endures forever!
Loinlyness that is felt with in me
So many friends, so many family members, so many special people in my life
too many to count, yet I feel lonely...
Isolation from a severe work accident has left me isolated from the world,
it is summer time, and I'm stuck in between 4 walls, cabin fever should have been long gone
Middle East
He walks the streets of Baghdad
Last night twenty people died
A hail of gunfire
Ending innocent lives
Sirens wailing
Lights from distant fires
Sadness hangs over the city
Like a veil on a widow's head
Families are torn apart
Brothers and sisters killed
Murdered by a senseless war
Iraqis killing Iraqis
Neighbourhoods in ruins
Bombs doing their damage
Nowhere to feel safe
Their haven now rubble and rocks
A boy in Israel
Walks the streets of Tel Aviv
Last night twenty people died
Victims of a walking bomb
Sirens wailing
Lights from distant fires
Sadness hangs over the city
Like a veil on a widow's head
The Middle east is smoldering
Muslims killing Jews
Jews killing Muslims
Shiites killing Sunnis
A powder keg
The wick is burning
Each day it inches closer
To ignite human devastation
What will it take
For peace in the region
Get rid of the Jews
But Muslims are killing Muslims
These people hold the World
To ransom with their oil
Without it they'd be third World
Riding around on camels
LIFE
LIFE
life is only a moon made up of paper............
moving over a cardboard sea,
but it would not be believable for u if....'
u don't believe in me, because..............
i can believe anything, which is UNBELIEVABLE
Kicking the Downman
the man on the balcony
threw rocks at me
"what the hell!" i shouted back at him
he smiled and laughed and looked me between the eyes
"would you say that if you were a woman?"
"if i were a woman would you throw rocks at me?"
the man in the scaffolds
threw clouds at me
"what the hell!" i shouted back at him
he smiled and laughed and looked me between the eyes
"would you say that were you in the sky?"
"if i were in the sky i would taste clouds rolling by"
but clouds hit like a ton coming down
the man on his high horse
kicked me off mine
"what the hell!" i shouted yet again
he smiled and laughed and pulled me back up
"would you say that were---"
i punched him and left him a bloody nose
took both horses to carry my ego
rode off into the sunset without stopping to weigh the weight i was carrying
i'd had enough existential riddles for a lifetime or more
"good luck in the next one"
i heard him say as i rode off
There's always a bad guy
Saddam Hussein is dead
Osama Bin Laden is not
The World is a better place
But not better enough
Hitler died in 1945
He was an evil tyrant
Russia stepped up and
Became the major threat
Communism no longer a force
Islam took it's place
The World shakes in fear
They don't care who they kill
The World Trade Centre came down
Killing nearly three thousand
In the middle of New York
Scaring the World into hiding
They came from the Arab World
Death was their reward
Planes hit the twin towers
Arabs danced in the streets
You can't do that to Uncle Sam
He picked up his guns
Marched on the Taliban
Rescued Afghanistan for it's people
Not finished not caring
They headed after Saddam
We might as well invade
We're already in the neighbourhood
Expecting cheers and love
Uncle rolled into Baghdad
It was not to be
The Sunnis and Shiites faced off
Killing more Iraqis
Than Americans
We can't stop them
They need a dictator
Stumbling blocks
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Stumbling Blocks
I use the word stumbling blocks because you can't move
a head Theres a detour on the road So you can't move
a head an obstacle or difficulty keeps you where you
are or something to slow you down So you won't get
that far
If your walking in the flesh Theres always a stumbling
blocks Grace came by Jesus and him crucified Thats the
only way you can walk By accepting what he done
on that old rugged cross When you accept him Then
theres victory for the lost
You can't do things your own way It's Gods way or no
way Stumbling blocks will be put up Because you can't
fight the devil your own way Submit yourself to God
and he will flee from you Walking with Jesus love
Let love be part of you
If God puts up stumbling blocks Then check your walk
with him Could be for protection With God you always
win God sends out warnings So learn to do things his
way Jesus said I am the way The truth and the life
There is no other way
A Promise
Do not be afraid,
Do not be ashamed;
Just because you strayed,
Hear what's been proclaimed.
Don't be discouraged,
Of about your past;
Rather encouraged,
Of life ever last.
Leave the sinful you,
To when you were young;
Prepare to start anew,
As the joy be sung.
The Lord will embrace,
If you're coming back;
He will shed His grace,
Blessing what you lack.
But you are the one,
Who will have to start;
Accepting His Son,
Opening your heart.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
Stay Awhile
When I open my eyes,
I wanna see your face
And gently wake me
with you smile
When I wake I want,
to look into your eyes
Could you stay awhile?
I don't want to miss,
not one more second
So could yo tell me
can you hear my heart?
If I saw you here tonite,
would you stay awhile?
I have you under my skin
You had me with your smile
So tell me,
can you stay awhile?
As you run your fingers,
down my spine
I melt beneath your grip
You know I need you
in that very instant
So tell me love,
can you stay awhile and
wake me with your smile?
tw
6-5-07
LIVING LIFE WITHOUT YOU
LIVING LIFE WITHOUT YOU I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY.
NOW I'M INCARCERATED SITTING HERE WITHOUT YOU IN JAIL.
THE ONLY WAY TO TALK TO YOU IS THREW THE MY MAIL.
I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE WITHOUT YOU FOR A FEW MONTHS IN THIS LONELY ASS CELL.
I SIT AND WORRY ABOUT YOU BEING TRUE, BUT THE ONLY SOLUTION I CAN THINK OF IS.....
NONE THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO.
I PUT MY TRUST IN YOU TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT.
BUT REALLY I GUESS I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE LETTER SAYING "I AM DONE" OR "I AM THROUGH"
WILL I REGRET TELLING YOU "I LOVE YOU" NO BECAUSE IT'S TRUE.
I'D NEVER THOUGH TIT WAS POSSIBLE TO HEAR THOSE WORDS COME FROM YOU.
YOU SAID THOSE WORDS AFTER A MONTH OR TWO.
HAVE YOUR FEELINGS CHANGED IN THE LAST MONTH?
ARE YOU GOING TO SAY WE'RE THREW.
I'LL KEEP THINKING YOU LOVE ME UNTIL YOU SAY THOSE DREADFULLY WORDS OF "I DON'T WANT YOU"
LIVING LIFE WITHOUT I'D NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY.
BUT, I'VE BEEN LIVING LIFE WITHOUT YOU IN MORE THAN ONE WAY.
I'LL CONTINUE LOVING YOU AND THINK THE WAY I DO UNTIL I AM UNINCARRCERATED AND OUT THERE HOLDING YOU.
I MAKE PHONE CALLS AND THEY SAY YOUR NOT BEING TRUE.
BUT THERE'S NOT MUCH I CAN DO.
IF I'D FIND OUT IT'S TRUE MY LIFE WILL BE OVER JUST LIKE ME AND YOU.
IT WOULDN'T BE MUCH DIFFERENT THEN LIVING LIFE WITHOUT YOU.
BY:MICHAEL BAUGHN
Tell Me
Tell me all our secrets
I'll tell you some of mine
No one ever has to know
Feed me all your lies
I'll give you all of mine
Give me all your troubles
I'll hide all of mine away
No one needs to know
After the fires have burned away
Into the haze of it all
Down the road of shame
Just to do it all another day
Tell me all your secrets
I'll tell you all of mine
Tell me all your dreams
I'll try to get them all for you
After the rush has gone
After the smoke clears
And the road comes to an end
We had it all back than
So tell me,
where'd it all go?
tw
6-5-07
KAUN HOON MAIN??
kismat k haton roz bik raha hoon,
janwar na bhagwan insaan dikh raha hoon,
SHAYAR hu main,loog kehte hain ye,
ho chuki ghatnaon ka anzaam likh raha hu....
sikhane se jyada khud hi sikh raha hu,
kar dikhana kuch din raat chiik raha hu,
TEACHER hu main,kehte hai students,
future k liye unka paigaam likh raha hu.....
kambal dusron ko oodhkar khud hi chhik raha hu,
khushian baatkar raat-din preshan dikh raha hu,
janta nahin par main,kehtin hai DOST,
jindagi apni sari unke naam likh raha hu......
dil ki dunia me roz bik raha hu,
khooni kalam se kisi ka naam likh raha hu,
thik hu bahar se kehte hai LOVERS,
andar se par main bimar dikh raha hu.....
white coat pahenkar physhian dikh raha hu,
roz nayi bimari ka description likh raha hu,
kehta hu gurv se PHARMACIST hu main,
bhale k liye kisi ka prescription likh raha hu.....
HARISH ARORA
THE GREAT POET OF FUTURE INDIA
HANSI, HISSAR
All of her charm.
She was put in my arms,
And from that moment on
She graced me with all of her charm
Separated from me physically, but for ever bonded
We will be
I had a child and i pray
She stays a while
Waiting anxiously for her first smile
And when it comes
That smile that she gives me with grace
Putting the biggest smile on my face
She made my day
And intriques me in every way
Still i pray
That she stays
With me a even longer
You see, I want to believe
She belongs to me,
That I am not capabable of setting her free
Unselfishley, unconditionally,
At times, so unrealistcally
As her mother, I must
I will have to trust
That i have succeeded
In giving her what she needed
My baby girl, in a frightening world
All grown up, but still a little girl
How hard this is for me
But I pray she will be fine
because i know she is not mine,
Not that way
A possession, or an extention
All thats mine,
Is my love for her
From the moment she was put in my arms
And my first born daughter
Graced me with all of her charm.
Written for my daughter Natalia
who has enriched my life, with hers.
A Sense Of Duty Done.
There was something about O’Brien
She couldn’t figure,
Why he said Hail Mary
Before he pulled the trigger
On the soldier, just like that
And blew his brains
Over his coat and hat;
And without bye or leave
Went to the church to pray
That the soldier’s soul’d be ok;
And it was no kick or fun
Just a sense of duty done.
Now sixty years on,
And he sits by the door
With his pint of porter,
Without, wife, son or daughter
Just a sense of duty done
On Mick Collins’ orders;
And a feeling not forgotten
Or regretted along the weary years.
Quiet Soul
For me , a quiet soul in despair ,
Words are plentiful , bvut conversation is rare ;
Keeping to myself .... constant self-inventory
history repeats its self , with the same damb story......
pollutants of the mind " fictisious illusions" ,
I swear to God , a different conclusion
Conditions and Warranties Before Marriage- (Caveat Emptor)
I liked you most,
Loved you for your sake,
Do cry your pain away, secretly,
Do smile your pain away, nearer you,
Do everything for you, unnoticed,
Love your friends; damn your foes,
Collect- store your favorite things,
Do pray when you are ill,
Memorize your checklist,
Do tell everyone high of you,
Shoo them who tell badly,
Keep awake when you are asleep--
See you are undisturbed.
But you see
I am precious, they say.
And don’t come easy.
All I want you do
Are all of the above and more?
Before I take your hand
And rest assured,
I shall return the favor in kind,
Post our .first-born--
better it is a female one.
Dragons Eye
Great lie I cant escape
Great love I wont forsake
Another day in the dragons eye
Another way to tell the same lie
Shout and scream
The pain must come
Run and dream
It's the same to some
Pain and blood
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Rain and flood
The unknown sage
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took a trip to brownsea island
just a ride out from Poole bay
where baden Powell created
the scouts movement one fine day
with just 10 public school boys
plus ten boys from Poole town
he led the first scout camp
at a cost of less than half a crown
on brownsea was a hermit
in the 7th century
he lit fires to warn boats of danger
perils on the sea
now in august this year we all celebrate
the scouts 100th year anniversary
took a trip to brownsea island
to see the pheasants on display
the red squirrels running freely
the cockells in the bay
the sandbanks at Poole quayside
see all the grockells here to stay
the boats are in Poole harbor
on such a lovely summers day
see the camps all on the island
the zunners all at play
hidden pain
I have a bad feeling about you
so i plan to block you and keep to myself
but somehow you keep bringing me back
more likely its me, addicted to the pain
i know you can never feel for me
the way i could feel for you
you don't play like that
i'd be just another girl to you
even with knowing the pain you'll cause
I still keep putting my heart in danger
whilst giving you the hammer
but i've done that too long
its time to stop these ways
putting myself in dangers path
so i'm guarding my heart tightly from you
so you can charm and flirt all you want
you can't be a danger to me anymore
no more self abuse for me
you can say how good you'd be for me
but i won't bite, you'll see
the coexistance of love and hate when it comes to boys
boo
"His Eyes Are Her Home"
Moved by desire
Loved by his fire
With arms long to hold me in the night
As they reach for the wisdom of delight
A curious feeling of lonesomeness
Crept in when we were least accustomed
Eyes wide open in the end
As we said I do to our friend
Impossible odds were against us
But someone wished us well
From the stars above
We found true love
Now living in the land of many
He talks to me when ever I am ready
He speaks of convictions
Said he has lived them
Then we go our married ways
I listen then grin for our coming days
With soft words he caresses my heart
Filtered by wisdom and his sweet smarts
Never before has a love so belonged
In hearts that hurt from past songs
Blues made to glitter
With many times to submit her
She now knows where she can roam
His eyes are her home.
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I'm a rebel on a cause
i ride the seven seas
my master is the servant king
i kneel on bended knees
though my harbor is his sanctuary
yet my home lies on the wane
il ride the rocky mountains boys
till i come home again
I'm a troubadour of words you see
with my trumpet majors calls
i create a world of comfort
for lost maidens on life's shores
I'm a ragged rascal poet
with a heart of love and grace
I'm happy in this moment
in time of peace and space
there's many sacred cows out there
amidst the war torn tears
where ships lay stranded on the rocks
amidst life's woes and fears
these humble words they still taunt me
though the spirits all gone dry
i looked to heavens victory
the cross of love i spy
i ride the road to paradise
skip others on the way
then i sing the masters song
for all ships that went astray
i greet the brand new day
That Night At Kings Lounge With The Back of the House Guys
i was shedding tears
with a smile on my face
Solomon Burke was telling me
how he got to Memphis
i'm ready to go
but not quite as ready to
sacrifice
comfort
it's all intentional
this
self-perpetuated state of
cognitive dissonance
Block Island is the Rolling Stones
Naples is the Beatles
i'm at war with myself
all the time
and as it turns out
its just another Vietnam
when wars are fought between
the merits of Bette Page
and the intricacies of Marilyn Monroe
Exploration
Exploration
Which explorer, I leave one day.
I made my way into the jungle of life
where poetry could walk
hidden
I found it
in the sunset tenuous light,
in the molecule, atom, the quantum of energy,
in Newton's laws, in the concept of entropia.
I found it
in the light reflexion, in the impulse on air,
the sea smell and in the seaweeds,
in the dew, frost, rain,
in the moonlight.
I found it
in the lowest and in the immense that sight does not reach,
in the wrinkles of an old, in laughing child,
in a fabric, a concert, a dance.
I found it
in a seagull flight, in a petal of a flower,
on fire that flutters and multiplies in color
and that radiates energy in the form of heat
I found it
In the stars, in the most distant galaxies,
in the passionate glance of those two lovers,
in the extinct giant dinosaurs.
I found it
In medusas, corals, in deep oceans,
in the blowing winds that agitate the trees branches,
in rupestres paintings with several thousands years
I found it
In the hidden violet in a corner of a garden
and in the bottle that was containing jasmine essence.
I tried to guard it just for me.
It was so that she evaporated
and again I am here
looking for it.
HSS
That Rainy Night
A long slashing rainy night, my lone wretched heart
drummed aimlessly, as my eyes gazed at the murky
horizon, filled with empty thoughts, searching
seriously for nothing - yet searching.
I heard a clatter and a feeble weeping
from the door; alas! “A visitor?” queried
my mind within, dragging my slothful legs to open
the door; amazed to see her standing before.
Drenched to her tender bones - stared at me
with those dreamy pair of eyes;
articulating volumes within my
purposeless mind and heart.
Timorously walked into my wet chalet,
yet her eyes fixed gently on me,
perhaps probing to read my thoughts.
I offered all that I had to slake her hunger.
She In return stood gazing lovingly
wagging her tiny tail; a lost puppy that she was.
-FRANCO-
Alone and Weeping
Cheery fragrance of love in the air
amusing music of kisses wasn’t rare
but stood aloof was my dear soul
away from the romantic funfair
singled out in midst to be glared,
Ho Lord, how is it fair?
Friends’ love-song was burning acid I couldn’t bare; impish pals’ readiness to poke their ruthless
fingers into my burnt and blistered heart,
little did they care.
Me a mourner is not my choice to be,
Why display thy love to taunt me,
my heart too longs to be dancing
to the tune of love, yet never with thee,
but with the her; she who flew away, left me
to melt by my own bitter tears.
My soul too shall rejoice when time showers its kindness
as she comes dancing through the fog of time; while my soul blooms out from my mortal self to blend with my love.
-FRANCO-
Sweet Tears.
Fierce inferno roared within,
fusion of sorrow and envy as a fuel, I fumed
as she strolled with her newfound
love - to be bond in her wedlock.
Just the day gone by, warmness of her
tenderness yet warm over my chest,
whispering promises of desire vibrant in my
ears; now, vaporized like a distant dream that gone by.
Sopping tears drowned my sinking heart,
as she planted her passionate kiss on his lips
echoed her voice within, “money talks sweetie”
crashing my soul to fragments.
Fighting a bloody battle in my heart,
braving a smile on my face my fingers
balled into a hard fist, heart though blessed her best;
seizing back the rolling tears with a wide smile.
Love - a divine instrument of sacrifice;
tears shed for love is sweeter then celestial nectar.
-FRANCO-
Missing Years
To My granddaughter Charlie Jade who is 14 today.
I did not see you growing up
Last time you were a baby
Now my darling you`re fourteen
Every inch a lady.
I have missed so many things
I wish I could have seen
But I won`t think of days gone by
And all that might have been
Now is what`s important
And all that you will be
Already I can feel the love
Just like when you were three
I do hope we keep in touch
Sweet granddaughter of mine
Making memories we can share
Throughout the rest of time
Be gentle and be caring
Make all your dreams come true
Fill your life with kindness
And good things come to you
So my darling Charlie Jade
We shall meet again
Have a lovely life my dear
Au revoir, Good luck, `till then.
Circles in the Sand
Circles in the Sand
Shifting flowing breezes
Soft currents in a stream
Drift along the winds of time
It is the perfect dream
Through valleys of the pharaoh's
They'll glide upon the air
And leave a trail of magic
Which is far beyond compare
For once great Kings and Warriors
In these deserts could be found
And every single speck of dust
Would swirled around and around
Forming circles in the sand
They'd paint a timeless face
And then they'd quickly disappear
Into the emptiness of space
Like seconds through an hour glass
These grains would float away
Never to be seen again
On this a perfect day
Copyright © tm 2007
forgotten childhood
Forgotten childhood
A quiet place
memories forgotten
sad eyes
busy rooms
decaying hearts
unexplained words
fearful noises
strange faces
angry heart
pain,sadness,alone
"oh and a rag doll that I've seen in a photograph,
I looked happy, i must of been happy, why don't i remember
The fear behind the smile
The fear behind the smile
A smile painted on with the blood
of the wounded from the battle within
No one sees the cuts of a knife
beneath the undamaged skin
This smile protects only them
from all that is raw
The Armour worn while i fight my war
The silent beat is all i hear
They see the smile I feel the fear.
With my eyes and my mind
With my eyes I bless, I curse, I undress.
I make love to you when you are not noticing, please do'nt be stress
because in my mind it seems as if we had an agreement.
WITH MY MIND i BUILD A WORLD FOR US WHERE CLOTHING FABRICS DON'T EXIST BUT
OUR NUDITY IS APPRECIATED.WHERE WE MAKE LOVE IN THE SHOWER IN THE AT LEAST AN HOUR
i HAVE CREATED AND FOUND A MASTERPIECE IN YOU EVEN MONA LISA CAN'T WIN COMPARE TO YOU.
Duty Done.
Duty Done.
They have nailed Him to some planks.
Now they walk away.
Duty done, butchery for mere pay.
All that's left is to dice awhile.
Until these unfortunates die, fade away today.
Sabbath Eve on Calvary.
Jesus dead, Jesus gone. Apostles fled.
They can't go on.
But Monday starts another week.
Every soldier and Sanhedrin slave will seek,
Him, the one they dare not call The Risen One.
John Francis Missett.
Complaints
Going through life
complaining about
everything doesn't
always help.
And we sart to blame
everyone else for the
faults that we have
in our lives.
We should really stop
and realize that it
maybe just our own fault.
So we should stop and look
at ourselves.
We need to look into the
mirror.
The Greys
They come for me at night,
out of the blinding light.
In the darkness of my room,
staring with their black,
reptilian eyes.
In the coldness of their ship,
held in an invisible grip.
Curiously they probe,
my body, mind,
my soul?
And when the night is past,
and I'm back at home at last.
Was the nameless fear I dread,
all inside my head?
Will they come again tonight,
out of the blinding light?
Take me aboard their ship,
or will it be you this time instead?
MY LITTLE FRIEND
So long ago it started
my love has never parted
to think of us again
I miss my little friend
wrapped up tight beside me
my baby she'll always be
Swinging on a Swing
Hello: My 11 year old Grandaughter Caitlin has been reading my poetry on my web site. Two weeks ago she emailed me and said she had 2 lines of a poem and could I help her with the next line. I emailed her back and told her we would write a poem together. So with her 2 lines I sent her 2 more and she sent me 2 back. Over the past 2 weeks we exchanged lines without discussing each others lines. This is the combined effort via email. I am very proud of her and we hope you enjoy this little piece.
Swinging on a Swing
That little freckled faced girl
Her brown hair full of curl
As she flew through the air
Ruffles on her skirt would whirl
Swinging on a swing
Singing without a care
The melody so sweet
Ribbons fluttering in the wind
Nearly touching the ground with bare feet
Swinging on a swing
Those big blue eyes
With them my heart she buys
What a darling is she
Such a beauty to see
Swinging on a swing
That little girl holds the key
That unlocks my heart
And when she is grown
In sadness I must let her depart
Swinging on a swing
Out in the big world
All alone
My heart warms just to know
After years she still loves me so
Swinging on a swing
Caitlin Avery Salyer
Edwin J. Smith
June 2007
The Beautifulness Of True Love
There is simply nothing that can ever
Compare to real soul to soul true love~
Two feeling exactly the same about each other
With his blessing from above~
Many they try to describe it
I myself at times how I do as well try~
But words they simply don't get very close
To tell of what gives the heart this special sigh~
I tell of two notes of music in perfect harmony
Two birds flying as one within the sky~
Two leaves dancing down together from a tall tree
Two fishes swimming together slowly by~
Two clouds away above the ground
Slowly becoming one~
Like two hearts becoming one heart
Together till forever till kingdom come~
When two souls decide to be together
In every possible way~
Thats when they know they have found real true love
To last forever and a day~
Perfection in poetry and in motion
Two hearts making love , both creating a whole~
To match any and all romantic tales that be
Back as far as days of old~
Two entities becoming the same one thing
Inlove in every romantic sublime way~
The perfection of real true heart felt being inlove
That will last forever and a day~
But even though I am knowing this feeling
As does my one true live it's true~
It's so wonderful,so beautiful,So heavenly
I still can't explain how grand it is to you~
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
Rats ride when pigs swim _
In the year of the pig _
Cancer throws the dice when the comet runs
through Eden, seven parts draw fire by lot.
Lands of the rising sun, drowned in salt floods
as guardians of the deep observe LAW.
Asia turns inside out, India's east cracks
open, the islands washed in tidal fear.
The caymens in the west vanish as well
the keys witness lost Atlantis rising.
The bushmaster's assassination fails
the madness of the man lost in mirrors.
The trickster at ease in the ice white house
survives, the brat is drawn out in the fall.
Oh Leo, again you carry the load
the solar sun ignites, the ALL's breath burns.
The triune is set, dogs of war howl their
madness, the world bows down in righteous fear.
He disappears into adolescent
fantasies of cowboy hats on a make
believe ranch. Congress never in control
as generals change shape under a virgo moon.
The great squawker leaves town as the euro
takes the lead, water, oil become as gold.
Christmas just past, a birthday present in
France, her new leader just right to be plucked.
It starts in the dark continent, triggered
by religion, Algiers a likely place.
Temper tantrums rule the stage, the whip is
cracked, NATO performs, Israel surely weeps.
All hell breaks loose, banshees wail
in feted fear, the genie's bottle smashed
in Syria, Iran then Pakistan
disease spreads, germs learn how to go to war.
From the year of the rat _
Evangelicals cry out for their hells
on earth, the great deceiver in the bush
picking his nose as Gabriel on the
pale mount named history, draws ever closer.
Save for just one man, the world comes undone
the bush burns in venomous black hatred.
South Africa's bosom feeds peacemakers
Mandella found Gandhi, now it's his turn.
Two withdraw from the race, the democrat
draws deep within an essence of the ALL.
The peoples will has it's way, the statesman
rises up, a life always in danger.
A woman second in charge helps unite
the races, the corporate back is broken.
Greed and arrogance left to bury their
dead, a focus on spirit lights the way.
His reign will herald the Apocalypse
a new beginning for humanity.
Systems shed, the earth bathes in twilight
as the star born heal all skins, blessed in love.
The island nation, where fire creatures dance
in song, the human cradle lies untouched.
Blue skin blackened by the sun never a
war raged till invaders hit edens shore.
Saved by the starborn, fleshed out in sure grace
will they now hear the lone bull roarers call.
Direction given, the pathway shown, an
ethnosphere of peace to soon be reborn.
- O -
© june 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Mi Ángel
I woke up this morning
Took one look at her
An angel so sweet and sexy
On the way to shower
I’m singing Isn’t She Lovely
Dancing to my hearts new beat
The way she has me
Can’t help but be light on my feet
She’s my one, my only
My lady, my lover, my homie
Her heart I truly cherish
My life enriched
She opened her wings
And they embraced me
Fulfilling my every wish
She’s got this melody
Stirring all through me
Would you believe
My life now magnificent
Yes I know
She is Heaven sent
I’m telling everybody
How Blessed we must be
Her album’s climbing charts
Her love making its way
To number one in my heart
I’m over here in a zone
While she’s inside
Making my heart her home
Can’t believe
How much my life has changed
With her by my side
There’s nothing we can’t withstand
She’s made me superhuman
Such a better complete man
So when they say soul mate
Now I understand
¥☼MOI☼¥ 4 Jun 07
DREAM
DREAM OF ME WHEN TIMES GET BAD
THINK ABOUT MY LOVE FOR YOU
REACH OUT FOR ME AND I'LL BE THERE
WITH NEVER ENDING PEACE,LOVE,AND SERENITY
WHERE YOU CAN LAY WITH YOUR HEAD IN MY LAP
AND I WILL SOOTHE YOUR NERVES AND FREE YOUR SOUL
FROM THE HE*L THAT SWIRLS AROUND YOUR WORLD
LEAN ON ME AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE
DREAM OF A MAGICAL LAND, WHERE A HORSE CAN FLY
LET YOUR IMAGINATION LOOSE, AND LET IT GLIDE
OVER WHAT COULD BE OUR WORLD, IF YOU SO CHOOSE
LIFE WITH A SWEETNESS, AND WITH OUT STRIFE.
DREAM MY LOVE, DREAM.
WHAT MANNER OF MAN!?
What manner of man would gather and gloat,
As you gagged and choked,
And your black neck broke
From the long drop and deathly force
Of the hangman’s rope?
What manner of men, women and children,
All raised as beneficent Christians,
Would, in the county square congregate,
And the fifth commandment violate,
And sinfully celebrate,
as blood vessels burst from your bulging eyes,
streaming red rivulets of brutality and inhumanity
down your ashen face,
over your compressed neck
and collapsed lungs
and broken heart
and lifeless limbs…
and drip
from
your
dangling
toes,
now
rigid
and
cold,
to stain the collective conscience of this storied society…forever!?
What manner of man would hang a young black fellow
For simply saying “hello”
To a woman white…!?
god created
GOD CREATE A WORLD
WITH HIS DREAMS
OF MAGIC
WITH ROSES,MOONLIGHT
AND SUNSETS TOO
THEN HE PAUSED AND THOUGHT
I NEED SOMEONE TO GIVE
A WOMAN THE LOVESICK BLUES
TO LOVE AND CARESS AND WHO
TO BE SO BLESSED
ME THATS WHO
WHEN GOD CREATED
YOU1
Never Sleep
You come through the door,you're always so late
Always so quiet as to not wake anyone up,
But I'm awake,I never sleep when you're gone.
I hear every footstep,every breath you take.
Your breathing is heavy as you make your way to her room
I can smell the smoke and beer as you pass by.
I know you watch her when she sleeps,
She looks so peaceful you know she's not dreaming of you,
You killed that dream a while back now,
I can hear you whisper to her even though you know she can't hear you.
I hear you tell her,"I love you so much,I'm sorry."
Yeah,you're always so quiet she never wakes up,
But I,I never sleep when you're gone.
You
Theres no kindness in your eyes
The way you look at me is just not right
I can tell whats going on at this time
Theres a stranger in my life
Your not the person
That I ones knew
Are you scared to let them know its you?
If they could only see you like I do
Then they would see a stranger too.
I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
& powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I am miserable
Sometimes I am pitiful
But that so typical
Of all the things
I AM
The writing is on the wall
This is the dream
is it not
(a way to leave the lies to the liars?)
I'm sitting in this room
the room i think is full
full of ghosts
ghosts i want to throw around
ghosts that know me better than i know myself
Because the writing is on the wall
I figure its cause im always up on the same antics
but i dont feel the same
I turn around and read the writing on the wall
what wasn't there before
What once was a room opf bare walls behind me i am reading this writing
(you got to let me know)
(I'm dieing inside to know)
and as i read this im thinking feeling
feeling and thinking
as if this ghosy haunts me more than it should be
these ghosts haunt me more than they should be
as if i had written my owm thoughts on the wall and forgotten about it
Now im standing there in this room of ghosts
in this classroom
thinking about it
to turn around to see there is writing on the wall
my thoughts
about the writing now behind me
a refection of thoughts there for tyhe ghosts
and in the corner of my eyes
i can see the wall writing itself
to my left and to my right
tearing this moment apart
My thoghts turn to prayer
and i turn around to find the writing on the wall
my prayer i was just thinking behind me
I read it
turn around and see behind me are the thoughts i was thinking
as i was reading over my thoughts
and in these moments
the walls to the right and left are continually writing
The classroom of ghosts
the ghosts who know me better than i know myself
smothering me
the ones who want to be the one to call me all the time
the ones who want to let me
spin in circles in shock and horror
The room i begin to decorate in this dream
with mirrors
and clocks
with paintings
of angels and heavens and hells and spawns from nightmares
to place in this experience
For i need to know who i am
and what is going on
the ghost are now students
people and flesh and the ghosts are watching the people among me watch me
as they watch them
i move this and that
and watch the walls
recordding my thoughts
and emotional footsteps
as each item changes everything and tears me apart
for when i stare at the clock
and think about time and then go back to ponder it
my thoughts have extremes to reason with
leaving me spinning in these circles for the ghosts and men to learn
eventually i wake up from this dream screaming and frustrated
throwing desks around with a new understanding
of how to master or malpractice an art
i just hope you learned something on how time can take you there
and what a mirror can say to your thouights and emotions
everytime you turn around
what a poem means when its written spinning in circles
in a room built in this aspect of ghosts and footsteps
so when i writer on my walls
and have mirrors and closks
all around me
and go out to buy paintings and this is the method i obsess over my works
for which you never knew
i lead myself in circles obsessively
pondering the ins and outs of subject matters that work for me
of thoughts i thought then thought before and after and later in circles
to tie in my emotions
and objects around me
my apartment is a gift for writers if you know how to use it
for now i have no paper taped to my walls
for the pens would scratch the paint
but notebooks on every wall
focusing on these tangents
with myself in the middle of whatever i cvhoose to discover
as i look into mirrors and time running out
what do i need to philosophoise or discover?
where do i begin to start over to move on and begin again?
when and how does the television play into this?
when and how does the stereo romanticise this aspect of my art?
and with me in the middle of my artistic fengshiu of my apartment
built around my madneess
of order in order for me to focus and write
what of exercise and beauty
vanity and shallowness
visions
and the future
yesterday and tomorrow
will tomortrow walk in here
give me some money
and allow me a new place to live
keep this place as it is
and let me ponder new things
as this urban legend exists for as long as life is?
Infectious Disease
I want nothing more than for you to stop.
Who's face flashes through your mind before your razor breaks your skin?
I know it's not mine.
Are you blind,can't you see what it is you're cutting away?
Who's voice rings through your ears as you watch your blood seep out?
I know it's not mine.
Are you deaf,didn't you hear me begging you to stop?
What future do you wish to gain as you cut deeper into your skin?
I know it's not ours,so what do you really want?
I battled with myself everyday after my promise and you can't even last a whole day.
I laid down my walls for you,for us,for our future,for love,the same reasons you had,
They were enough for me,but they don't seem to be enough for you.
I kept my promise,but you didn't keep yours,so go ahead and brake it as much as you want,it's too late now,
You knew it was empty from the start.
I was always a broken promise before you came into my life,
It's not the first time I've been a second choice,addiction always first,
And now you're like all the rest,I know I'll always be second no matter how much I beg,or cry,or hurt,
I know I'll always be second to everyone else and now you too.
ARE YOU WILLING
ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE THE RISK? THE RISK THAT US AS SOLDIERS TAKE EVERYDAY
SHIPPED TO A NEW WORLD, A WORLD WHERE NO ONE WANTS YOU TO BE.
SENT THERE TO FIGHT A WAR THAT'S NOT EVEN OURS TO FIGHT.
ARE YOU WILLING TO DIE FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S FREEDOM? SO THAT THE PROTECTED STAY PROTECTED.
FOR THE PEOPLE WHO PROTEST AGAINST WHAT YOU BELIEVE IS RIGHT.FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T THE SAME RACE.
FIGHTING FOR LAND AND FREEDOM FOR PEOPLE WHO DOESN'T EVEN WHAT IT HAS TO OFFER.
ARE YOU WILLING TO FIGHT FOR A GOVERNMENT THAT FEEDS THE ENEMY'S CHILDREN SO THAT ALSO CAN HATE US LIKE THEIR MOTHER AND FATHERS?
CHILDREN WHO ARE BEING TRAINED AS YOU READ THIS TO KILL US OUR FATHER'S,MOTHER'S,BROTHER'S AND SISTER'S.
BUT YET BILLIONS OF OUR HARD EARNED MONEY IS SPENT BUILDING HOMES,BUILDINGS,AND LAND THAT WERE DESTROYED BY THERE OWN PEOPLE.
ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE THE RISK? THE RISK THAT MAY MAKE EVERY MOTHER'S,CHILD,AND WIFE'S NIGHTMARES COME TO LIFE?
To Steven
Steven, so slowly you drift away from me
until there's nothing left between us
but the shadow of what used to be.
Steven, I need you;
I want so badly
to wrap my fingers around your hair
in a tight fist,
and to never let go
until you tell me what I want to hear.
Say it to me--
Say that you love me,
that never will you stop loving me,
that not even this can separate us,
that not even death can destroy our undying love,
Tell me that you NEED me
because I'm the love of your life.
Then,
Look at me,
Look through my eyes
and into my soul
and mean it.
Admitted! (One Of My Personal Favorites!!)
Ward A1 was a busy place,
With people to and fro,
Barked at by the nurses,
Made to stay when you want to go!
Now Mary Mint was sickly,
Her 'bits and bobs' were sore,
She was feelin' nauseous,
And couldn't take no more!
So Doctor Mitty told her,
She had to have the operation,
He said when its over,
She'll feel total elation!
Now Mary Mint was iffy,
She'd had her bits some time!
And she would feel quite naked,
She wasn't feelin' fine!
But the doc' he did assure her –
It was time for them to go!
These haemorrhoids from hell!!
And the bunion on her toe!
Now Pat, the postie’s wife,
Was feelin' rather ill!
She'd stuck her bum with glue,
Upon the windowsill.
So duster in her hand,
She shouted out for help,
And the potato man, Mr Ed,
Heard Pat scream and yelp!
Well he tried so hard, he did,
To prise her sore bum free,
But her knickers were stuck too,
And everyone could see!
So they brought her in to ward A1,
To see what they could do,
But they couldn't get the glue off,
No-one had a clue!
They sat her in an ice bath,
To soak her achin' bum!
All took turns to pick it off,
And just like that, it's done!
Now down the way in bed No. 9,
There was a Mrs Towers,
Who was sufferin' from flatulence,
Been in agony for hours!
But no fear, no worries,
The Matron was on her way...
With a big rubber tube and a greasy lube,
She'd discharge this one today!
Time went on and bed No.2,
Was gettin' so irate!
Poor thing, what a mess,
She was in such a state!
Known as Mrs Nosey,
She pretended to cut the grass,
But while listenin' to her neighbours,
She got stung in the ass!
The problem that she has is...
Her knickers are unreal!
She had a great big bum,
So her knickers were made of steel!
So the firemen were called in,
to try to cut them off,
But they slipped and sliced her rump,
when Mrs began to cough!
Now as you will have gathered,
This ward is for the 'rear!'
And believe you me, its iffy,
Something you should fear!
Now the surgeon for this ward,
The notorious Mr Mitty,
By the time he's finished,
All should be sitting pretty?
Except for Mrs Pip!
You should hear her squeak!
She should have had her tonsils out,
Just the other week!
But the surgeon got mixed up,
And cut the wrong end you see!
And now she'll never be the same,
Cos her bum's not as it should be!
So that is why I'm tellin' the tale,
Of how ward A1 used to be,
But alas it is no longer,
It's a public house you see.
Poetic justice you may think,
But the patients disagree...
Cos when they all shout, 'bottoms up!'
They all bloody flee..!
http://Troy-nelson.last-memories.com
Gay Edmonton wanted me to commit myself
to a hospital
Several people i spoke to in that chat room
i protest too much
do i not?
I later called myself suicide King
for dozens of them told me to do myself in
and even though they will never know if i cried or died or not
Embraced for being me i wasn't
so here world
let me let you in
this is the link to what it is to look like
when im dead and gone
far away to some hell
tortured endlessly
(where you or they will be there)
(on hands and Knees)
(we crawl)
i just pollute
im a bitter fruit
doesn't matter who i cyber serenade
it was too sour of lemonaide
i couldn't bother to go on this way
too many flame wars of disgruntled poets
and gay men alike
too many ill fated people who i weas tired of cryoing for
self lessl;y and selfishly so was it murder or did i ends my life?
Heres what a satan trap looks like
here is what it is to white your name out like manson suggested
will i ever come back from black
these are my last memories of this generation
my eulogy of im not afraid to die for me and myself perhaps not you
and little did anyone klnow
i helped bring down
shut down there crackhouses in a very dangerous neighborhood
(some say it was a warning)
(some say oit was a sign)
The drive by in my parking lot
the police say they werent aiming at me
(it was up to us)
but they were all blind
i'm becoming violent
(we've been watching you with all your eyes)
(and waht you value most)
All my greed self importance and arrogance....
why did i piss it all away
please come and interven before this is our last memory
and time you know keeps
Tick tick ticking on marching backw again
in this time machine can you stand to look at yourt face?
(time is tick tick ticking away)
Last memories
hello
thank you for everything
come in
but cant i have a minute to myself
my neighbor lives alife on the pot
its really the ships mispelled t
am i not godgiven
do i protest to much on everything i know is wrong?
so for now is it murder or a suicide
you did nothing anyway
so here is my last memories
here is the world dedicated to living on without me
go to poetrysoup and listen to me beg for help and please
detective sing along
know im right when you see the light
everything ive tried to show you what happens
and how one person touches thousands of lives
Last memories
get them while they last
and then see if you wnat to be at my funeral
and slide around to poetry soup
to see how ive been trying for two years to get help on two sites and no one has done anything
so its done
my own site there forever for me to remind you
what apathy can do
I was here but now im gone
that wasnt my note that turned you off or on
but im not done here
just moving on
another piece of why
you'll never know
until you understand the sphere of inmfluence and the truth of all my lies
and how powerfull i have become
see what i look like dead or alive
and now i whited myself out
(can we make it go faster?)
Me im not
not anymore
just another person to leave in a terrified wreck to see if i can figure it out
prove to you im crazy and they all had reasons for their conspiracy that surrounded me
to ask me to do myself in
for the medication and malpractice
why i reached out across the seas foerr amnesty on two sites
anbd thopusands reasd hundreds did nothing now im dead
cant wait for ever so all of you lose
guess im not important enough
guess my grandfathers estate doesnt matter
so go to my last memories and see
come into my home
mome into my life and see my last memories
im gone because of your apathy
i couldnt have tried any harder to stay alive
and now im gone
dead from the idle hands of thousand of people whoe enjoyed reading me
write myself to death
as i tried to escape my living hell
THANKS FOR NOTHING EVERYONE
and your welcome for all my tears!
Puzzled?
We had some fish a swimming,
In a bowl there were three,
One afternoon, they disappeared,
My son shouts out to me…
‘isshy gone,’ he tells me,
‘Isshy gone, down there!’
Well he points his finger down his throat,
And rubs his tummy without a care.
Oh God, I thought, he’s ate them,
But surely this can’t be?
So I ask again, ‘where’s the fishies, son?’
‘Down there,’ he said with glee.
Well I looked behind the freezer,
And I looked behind the door,
I even looked in the sink bowl,
And scoured the kitchen floor.
At last I found one ‘fishy’,
By now it was almost dead,
I couldn’t reach it to pick it up,
And it was lifting and moving its head.
Then at last…I got it,
And threw it in its bowl,
At first it didn’t move at all,
Then it started to wriggle and roll.
‘Where’s the other ‘fishies’?’ son,
I asked my two-year-old,
‘All gone, down there,’ he repeated again,
He was much too young to scold.
Later, when my hubby came home,
I told him the little tale,
‘Our Joseph’s ate…two live fish,
Well didn’t he go pale!
Yes, well we were puzzled,
Cos we stripped that kitchen bare,
We had no choice; we had to agree,
He’d ate them live, and didn’t care!
P.M.T. And Us!
Me body's achin', me bones are sore!
I can't go on, can't take any more.
Me tummy's bloated, me eyes are red!
I'm in so much pain…I wanna stay in bed!
I'm feeling narky! I've just battered the cat!
The kids have run, I can't have that!
Me head is flushin', I'm hot all over!
Me life is not…a bed of clover.
I've got water retention, and cryin' fits!
Me life is really…the total pits!
Menopause, what a joke, life is so unfair!
Men get away with murder, they just get thinning hair!
First we have P.M.T. then, the menopause!
Being a woman it seems, holds a special clause.
Well not any more for me, I've got rid of all me pain!
No more crying; no more upset, no more going insane!
HYSTERECTOMY! What a word! And if I come back again,
It won't be as a man, and it definitely won't be a dame!
Accept
What’s with the change?
I always felt I had to rearrange.
For some reason I wasn’t good enough
To please people it was too tough.
I cared about what you thought
If I could, a new body I would’ve bought.
A new personality I would’ve stole
And to be pretty would be my next goal.
I’m tired of trying to please people
Being yourself is not illegal.
You don’t like the flats you like heels?
Try them and see how they feel.
I like my home made sweater I’ll wear it everyday
I will not change it no matter what you say.
Don’t like my hair
I’ll shave it and go bare.
If I’m too short don’t look down.
Too dark you may think we are- well this is how it stays.
we will not change our ways.
we will stay the way we are.
Not enough make up or too heavy?
Or too much make up?
I finally like me
So don’t tell me who to be.
Don’t tell us to stop eating
Don’t tell us to stop crying
Don’t tell us to let it go.
Don’t tell us were immature
Don’t tell me I’m a liar.
Don’t tell us were fake.
All the times I’ve stopped eating
And bulimia I was leading.
Just to feel worth a dime.
Now- I’d rather be squirt in the eye with lime.
That’s what I say as I pound on my drums without a beat.
Maybe we’ll stop doing our hair
Maybe we’ll stop wearing makeup and never wear hi heels.
And maybe I’ll never smile again
Or maybe I’ll never stop smiling.
We are us.
I am me.
We accept.
Do you?
Look At Me! It Doesn't Mean We Will Die...
Ooooop's! It's LONG!!
But maybe it's worth the read?
Maybe?
Because I’m Tough!
Yep, I am all that and more,
For my life has been a trial,
And no matter what - and no matter when,
I will ‘always’ walk that last mile!
This life of mine has been tested,
Beyond the bounds of endurance that’s true,
And at times it’s been a mess…
Over the things this body’s gone through!
Everything that could go wrong,
Believe you me, it has done,
But no matter what has happened,
I have always, always won!
What can I say, where do I start?
Well at the beginning I think is best,
To try and impart a little information,
Of how this body’s been put to the test!
Now trust me true, you may think I jest,
And you may even think that I lie,
But it’s for that very reason I am here,
To prove it doesn’t mean we are going to die!
My body, well let me see now…
How do I begin this tale of woe?
I think I had bette do what I do best,
And let my mind open and let it flow.
First I had some oprations…
Cos my body was in a bad way,
So they had to makeme better,
Well, they tried to anyway!
Then I had a tumour upon me brain …
This was when I was sweet 21,
But the ruddy thing grew back!
Oh blimey, that wasn’t fun!
So there I was witha baldy head,
My stitches all on show,
Good job I didn’t have nits!
Cos I had no hair to go!
Then 4 operations later,
I got a little unwell,
And had another operation,
Cor blimey it was hell…!
Then I got knocked down by a lorry,
An articulated one actually,
My life all flashed before my eyes,
It was just hospitals I could see!
By then I’d had five operations...
To try and put me right,
But alas, all’s not well,
Hysterectomy, what a fright!
I’d had that hysterectomy,
Cos me giblets were in a mess,
But I have to be quite honest,
To look at me you’d never guess!
Then I got another tumour,
Cos the ruddy thing grew back again!
Black and blue and baldy all over,
Oh blimey, me poor old brain!
So they thought they’d give me a surprise,
And left a hole in my head,
No skull where there should be some,
It’s a wonder I’m not dead!
So now I’ve got a head like a sieve,
And in winter it hurts like mad!
So I have to wear my hats…
Cos the pain is really bad!
Then everything went really wrong,
And I came as close to death as could be!
It was so serious, and the worst I’d had,
And it feared the life right out of me!
It meant yet another serious problem,
Out of the blue, no warning you see,
And just like that, another operation,
It was as bad as bad could be!
For 11 months it was a living nightmare,
No respite when I was awake,
For the nightmare was 24 hours long…
My sanity was all at stake.
And during that 11th month,
Things were really in a state,
Another operation he said,
Before it was too late!
So in again, another operation,
To put the other operation right,
But everything went wrong,
And my surgeon got a fright!
He had to use his judgement,
And that one operation became two,
He had no choice, it was needed -
There was nothing else he could do!
So my life was in his hands,
But this I tell you true,
Had I the choice in the entire world,
No other surgeon would ever do!
And yes, he put me to rights,
And what a star that man is too!
Not only that, but he’s also my friend,
Yes, that’s most certainly very true!
And so now let me see;
Is there anything else to tell?
Yep, I’m afraid there is,
Cos this life of mine’s been hell!
Well all in all I've had 17 operations,
Oh goodness golly me!
What a lot of money I cost the NHS!
I've had them up the wall you see!
I shall have a bash at listing them,
The complaints this body does bear,
And you will see that my writing is a gift,
For I have empathy and I care!
Let’s see, Diabetes - and Epilepsy…
Arthritis and Angina too,
Thyroid disease, Osteoporosis,
Oh what hell this body of mine goes through!
My liver’s had it really tough,
And this I tell you true,
Its cos of the tablets I have to take,
They’ve worn my liver through!
And of course, to top it all,
My auto immune is packing in,
Yep, I have to say it – I’m tough!
Because my body’s fit for the bin!
But do I falter, do I waver? Yes,
Of course I do, of course,
And sometimes I have a little cry;
I’m allowed to show remorse!
Now I could go on and on,
But I’d probably bore you to tears,
And anyway let’s be honest…
It would take me flippin’ years!
So anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, this gift that I have here,
Is to let others see, we don’t have to die,
Just because bad health is there!
And because I walk the walk of many,
I can show empathy for ill’s and ails,
And many people relate to them…
When reading my little poetry tales!
Now this isn’t about self-pity!
Its bout getting the message through!
To tell how it doesn’t mean we will die,
So no need to panic and feel blue!
Just because the body’s a mess,
And everything seems to be falling apart,
It doesn’t mean we will die you know!
So always stay strong of heart!
Cos if anyone’s body was going to expire,
I think I can safely say to you!
It would be mine, cos it’s knackered!
You can see what it’s gone through!
But I’m here, I’m telling the tale,
Of why our life isn’t really down to man,
But more, it’s down to God, this icon,
He makes the decision as only He can!
And that’s what it’s all about for me;
I use this gift from God above,
To help and support others in need,
Of a little understanding, and love!
I have walked the walk of many,
And the roads that I have tread,
Have been so harsh and serious,
But here I am! I’m not yet dead!
And though it’s God’s decision,
I truly believe this to be true,
That if we hold onto our belief,
It can help us to pull through!
I Did…Because I’m Tough!
...And...
I wake up every morning;
I breathe God's good air,
And I thank Him for this very life!
Me And Me Mate Upstairs!
I have to tell it true and say;
I have Him up the wall!
And every time I have a problem,
I always give my God a call!
I raise my eyes to the ceiling,
And shout; ‘God, are ya there tonight?’
And no matter what the time is;
He will always make things right!
For He always answers my call,
Well, I guess He tries his best,
And after all, when said and done,
I always put Him to the test!
But recently things have got worse,
And gone, oh, so very wrong,
And I said to Him; I did,
‘God, I’m not feeling very strong!’
‘That’s ok, kid!’ He said this night,
‘It’s allowed you know, to feel sad!
And it’s also ok to say;
That sometimes you think I’m bad!’
So I said to Him, I did;
‘Lord, what about when I question you?
And shout and rant and rave!
And blame you the way I do!’
‘Nope, I don’t get mad at all,
You’re allowed to question why!
But be sure of this, for this is so;
You won’t get the answers until you die!’
But God I said, ‘don’t you mind
Don’t I do your head in at all?’
‘Listen kid!’ He replied to me,
‘When you want me, just give me a call!’
So I lay in bed and thought about it,
About all the chats I have with my mate,
And though I must have Him up the wall;
I still think this fella’s great!
So as I settled down to sleep this night,
I whispered once again;
‘Thank you very much my God,
For letting me drive you totally insane!’
Now I though that He had signed off,
And didn’t expect a reply from Him!
He whispered right back at me;
‘Catherine, you make me grin!’
‘Well thank you very much!’ I said;
But I really thought you had gone!’
Nope, not yet,’ He answered,
‘I think our chats are rather fun!’
‘And don’t you worry kid!’ He said,
You’re not a pain at all!
And the same goes for you every day,
When you need me, give me a call!’
So I smiled myself a little smile,
After another nightly chat,
And thanked Him very much,
For putting up with me like that!
Can You Hear The Silence?
Can you hear the silence?
Can you hear a sound?
Can you even imagine?
The noises all around!
No, for there is no need for imagination,
Because you can hear everything you see;
But the deaf, no, they can’t hear!
They live in a different world from you and me!
What do they think when they look around?
Picturing it in my mind;
I realize that they feel nothing at all,
For they live in a world without any sound!
Deafness isn’t contagious!
You can’t catch it like the flu!
It’s just something that deaf people have,
In that way, they are different from me and you!
Can you ever imagine the silence?
That surrounds them throughout their life!
And see the wonder within them…
Do you ever consider them in strife?
For they can’t shout for help,
And they have to struggle in what they say,
How frustrating is that?
Can you imagine being deaf today?
Do you think you can comprehend?
The silence all around!
No hearing, nothing at all,
For the deaf can’t make a sound!
They can’t all shout for help in trouble,
Nor can some scream in fear!
Because they have no hearing or voice!
When a threat of harm is near!
So open your eyes and look about,
Tell me, do you at all care?
To take the time, to learn to sign,
For the deaf – for deafness is there!
There for everyone, someone, who knows?
But we are not all born deaf like me,
Because it can happen to anyone,
No-one is immune you see!
So open your mind, clear your head,
And learn to sign and you will see,
That not only does it help the deaf,
It may even help you, as it helps me!
I taught myself this skill many years ago,
And became a communicator for the deaf, yes, fluent sign!
Before anyone knew that I would lose my hearing,
And now communication will always be mine!
So the benefit is not only for the deaf, but mine too!
Will it be yours if you walk my walk like many others?
I Feel It…Do You?
I look around this world we live in,
And see the sad and sorrowful sights,
It comes between me and my sleep,
I have trouble winding down some nights!
I take onboard every sorrowful sight I see,
And it hurts my heart so bad…
To think of others in a world of pain,
It makes me so very sad.
I feel their pain like I’m living it,
And with every step that they falter,
I want to tell them not to worry,
For their lives will improve, and alter.
But deep down mostly I know it wont change,
For they have lived that way all their life,
For them, it’s really quite natural,
To live with poverty, sickness, and strife!
But still it hurts my heart so much,
For their plight upsets me so…
I try to remember we all struggle on,
But the feelings of guilt won’t go!
I sleep in a soft bed and have comfort,
I have the warmth of the fire at night,
And I never have to fear the harshness…
Of living with the fear of a common ‘gun fight!’
For I live in a place of relative safety,
No tyranny, no dictating and not much strife,
For I have to admit it, I feel very guilty,
That I live such a comfortable life!
I feel for the poor and the lonely,
And I cry with an ache in my heart,
For the poverty that surrounds others,
For those who’ve not had a very good start.
And for everything good that comes my way,
I never take it for granted at all,
For I am aware, every day,
That this comfort of mine could take a fall!
And when I see the pitying eyes of the children,
Who suffer around the world this day!
I have to raise my eyes to Heaven,
And ask for help for them when I pray.
When I see a dead baby in its mother’s arms,
So sorrowful a sight to see,
No food, no water, not much help,
It cuts deep into the heart of me.
I see children in the third world countries,
No shoe’s, and rags for clothes they wear,
How can we close our eyes and ears to that!
Tell me how can we not care?
I care, I care very deeply,
And I wish with my heart and soul for them, release,
Release from their suffering, pain and torment,
And wish for them, instead of pain – peace!
My heart hurts, it aches from sadness,
For the plights that I often see…!
And as I raise my eyes to the skies,
I remember well, that could so easily be me!
We should never take for granted,
What we have today,
For one day that may be us out there…
So pray for them this very day!
I don’t know how to find the answers I seek,
And don’t know how to ease their pain,
So all I do, is ask for divine intervention,
And pray for them all…once again!
…I Was Born In Liverpool…Under A Cabbage…
I was born in Liverpool under a cabbage!
One early morning bright,
Me mother had been in labour…
The whole of the flippin’ night!
She got knocked down by a wagon…
When she was crossing the road,
The wagon skidded harshly,
And shed his entire load!
Me mum was rushed off to the hospital,
A man took her there by car,
It was only down the road,
And not really that far!
She was crying - her leg was cut,
And the driver ran off at a blast,
But a fella at the bust stop ran after him…
And grabbed the hit and run driver fast!
Me mum went into labour right there and then,
And suffered labour all flippin’ night!
And when I was born she took one look at me,
And almost died of fright!
I was born 6 weeks early,
Oh dear me, that wasn't good!
Only small and looked wrinkly red,
As only a baby like me could!
She told the midwife to take me away,
Said I was so ugly and sad,
But the midwife went off her head,
She was really blazing mad!
She said she should be ashamed,
For saying what she said!
Me mother went a bit sheepish,
And blushed a bright blazing red!
Me mother told me where we were born,
And she sat with a smile on her face,
She explained it as only she could,
About each of our birthplace!
Me younger bro’ was under a book,
And me older bro’ was under a rose,
But me, well I was under a cabbage…
That explains me looks I suppose.
It always used to upset me,
The fact she turned me away when I was born,
She said I looked like a wrinkled prune,
With no good looks for her to adorn!
And actually, she told me she meant it…
And that’s a very sad thing to say!
But what can I do, I am what I am…
And I prevailed at the end of the day!
I may not have got the looks,
But I sure got the strength alright,
At the end of the day, that got me through,
Cos looks can’t help you fight the good fight!
…I Fight The Good Fight…
…And I Fight Good…
Even if I was born under a cabbage!
Hmm, do you think I’m a cabbage patch kid?
Mr. Big Guy
Hey! How are you? Hi!
You're Mr. Big Guy, right?
Oh yeah, I know you;
You control my life and everything I do.
You don't appreciate, you abuse,
but I keep running back to you
and I let you misuse
me.
I'm not happy!
This is not the life for me!
This is not what I was meant to be!
I just want to be free-
Free from seeing the world from on my knees.
How the hell did you get a hold on me?
You corrupted my mind-
You took advantage of me just because I was kind.
I devoted my life to serving you, and I gave you my time.
I'm sick of this life and I'm
Sick of being both the victim and the commitor of this crime.
I'm tired of people calling me a hoe.
I'm tired of struggling to make this dough.
Why do I love you? I don't know,
But I'm through with this, boo
and I think it's time for me to go.
You keep saying that things will be okay,
as long as I bring in the most cheddar,
But I'm finally ready to stop living my life this way,
because quitting this job is all that can make my life better.
I keep tryna tell you I can't take this no more,
But you say you'd kill me before you watch me walk out the door,
So when I try to leave, you throw me to the floor,
And I'm forced to do what I tried to stop doing before.
If I do this to live,
I have nothing to live for.
I Learnt Some Very Valuable Lessons.
I learnt some very valuable lessons this year,
Something that made me realize…
That no matter what happens in life…
Like a phoenix I shall always rise!
I learnt that a broken heart mends,
And no matter the length of time,
Mend it will, back to restore,
And we return one more to feeling fine.
I learnt that life is far more precious,
To be thrown away because of a broken heart,
So I found my positive head one day,
And made my brand new start!
I learnt that trust can be restored,
And that people are not always the same,
And to allow your trust to be lost on others,
Is really such a shame!
I learnt that there is life after a lost love,
Because I live for more than one man!
I live for me and all I believe…
As only any one of us can!
I learnt that love is unconditional,
And if that love proves to be wrong or bad,
We have to let it go and move on,
And make our lives happy and not sad!
I learnt that the strength within me;
Is more powerful than I ever thought!
And from now when my life takes a tumble,
That strength and determination will be sought.
I learnt that no matter what happens in life,
Nothing and no-one can destroy happiness for me,
Not unless I allow it to happen!
For I am stronger and better than that you see!
I learnt that people who really love me,
Will support and carry me through,
And also that no matter what…!
They will always love me true!
I learnt that life is more than one man,
And that no matter the outcome for me,
I will always prevail, always…
It’s the right thing to do you see.
I learnt that trust has to be earned,
But not to judge all by one!
For only this way, can we know…!
The battle of the broken heart has won!
I learnt that life does not depend…
Or on the love and trust taken from me,
For it is not the right thing to do,
Not everyone is like that, you see.
I learnt that I have to love myself,
And put my faith in me…
Look at the world with open eyes,
And realize what it is that I see.
I learnt some very valuable lessons,
This will forever live within the heart of me!
For these lessons are of paramount importance,
I believe these lessons are important as can be!
So like the phoenix that rises from the ashes,
So too did I rise and move on…
Walked into the light, left behind the night,
And realised at last, that ‘I’ won!
…I Am The Phoenix…
Life Is A Mixture…
Life is a mixture of many things;
There are many commodities in life,
Nothing worth having comes easy,
If it’s worth having, it’s worth the strife!
Many an ingredient makes a cake,
But the cake of life has a lot more!
For the cake we bake is of importance,
So we need to know the score!
So you put all the bits in the bowl,
And mix them together for the cake,
Bind it, and set it aside for a while,
And see what it is in life we make!
We put into the bowl a little sugar,
To add to the sweetness in life,
And make sure the bitter doesn’t show through,
That way we rid our life of strife.
Maybe we’ll add a little extra flour?
Just to make sure it will hold,
And strengthen the mixture within,
And that will help us face life and be bold.
For the mixture that goes into the oven,
Will bake and mould the life that we lead,
And help to hold us together,
So we can bend like the ear of seed!
Then we add the eggs to bind it,
For it to hold it all together,
And when we’ve sealed the cake,
We can face any stormy weather.
And when the cake is baked at last,
It brings our life to completion, that’s true,
And then and only then can we see…
The reason for the life of me and you!
Everything that happens is for a reason,
And every cake that we bake is meant,
But the reasons are not always shown to us by God,
For they are Heaven sent…
So when life changes and alters,
And you don’t see the reason why,
There is no point in worrying at all,
And there is no reason to cry.
Because worrying changes nothing, but tears,
Well, they are sometimes okay!
Because they help release the fear,
That was caused through life’s changes this day.
So smile through all of the changes,
Accept that it’s the better that you’ll see,
And put your worry in the past;
Face it with constitution and strength, like me!
NOT FACING REALITY.
WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME
Beaten,beaten down to the ground
Sick, sick to death of shouldering it on my own
Whipped, whipped like a dog gone wrong
My head spins from all you say I should do
Never mind I can't walk, and that means nothing to you
Understand me, open your eyes, this is real
And that's why I cry. I'm left here alone day after day
No consideration if I eat or even if I need someone to stay
When I fall, you curse my clumsiness, even though the book
tells you to expect this. Well you never read the book
I begged and I pleaded to no avail
I'm suppose to get up and be what I use to be
Why? Please try to understtand me.
You hate that I work all day on my computer
That's not real work, a book?
Don't you realize it keeps me from going insane.
And I want to be remembered before I change
Into that person that can't use her brain.
Life’s Changes!!!
Well I have a little tale to tell,
So bear with me if you can,
Tis all about life’s changes,
And a very special man!
You see it’s a little like this and that,
I am as knackered as can be,
And in truth with the problems I have,
I thought no-one would ever want me!
But I am a very happy bunny,
And didn’t need, or want a man!
Cos I have a great life, knackered or not,
And I am all that I am!
And happiness was in my head and heart,
What a lovely life I had,
Even though my body has many problems,
And the pain is mostly bad!
Still I love my life, oh I do,
And I will always smile every day!
And no matter what; and no matter when,
My life is really ok!
So I plodded on in my life as we do,
Strong, determined and true!
Face it head on, fight the fight,
And do what I have to do!
I decided; determined in my mind,
I wanted to do it alone you see,
That way there is no rejection,
Cos I thought no-one would want me!
And though through my life;
I’ve had many troubles and trials,
My life has been good,
And been mostly lived in smiles!
And I got a beautiful home one day,
And surgery isn’t a thing of the past!
I’ve a song in my head, a smile in my heart,
And I was happy at last!
I have a zillion friends!
And a family that you would die for,
Tell me, what more could I want,
What more is there for me to ask for?
And because I thought no-one-
Would want a wreck like me;
I made that choice that was no choice,
But more, all I could see!
So happy in life, with love in abundance!
For me from all around,
I made my peace with my body,
And look what I’ve found!
I found that my determination!
And strength has carried me true…
And there is nothing in my life-
That I can’t fight my way through!
And my decision was made;
To stay on my own and live my life!
No man, nope, not for me,
I wasn’t going to be anyone’s wife!
So on with my life, happy inside my heart!
I plodded and happily so,
Sure of the choices I made,
Knowing down what road I was to go!
For I am a fighter, have been all my life,
Oh yes, this is most true,
No matter what comes to pass for me,
I do what I have to do!
For who would really want to take me on!
With my health in their life!
When I have so many awful conditions-
That causes me such awful strife!
So along came cupid with his arrow…
One bright sunny day!
And brought me the love of Rich;
To be with forever and a day!
I can’t clean home without help, make meals,
Or peg out washing on a line,
In fact I can’t really do that much,
But my Rich say’s that just fine!
‘It doesn’t matter what you can’t do!’
‘Because I love you!’ That’s all he says,
‘And I will love and pamper and care for you!’
‘For the rest of your days.’
And wham, just like that!!
Life’s changes took place for me one day!
There he was, my Rich, my Skanky,
Who’s in my life to stay!
My eyes met his; and suddenly;
Life’s changes changed my life!
And what a wonderful thing,
I am going to become his wife!
…He said;
…‘Because God made you as perfect as perfect can be!’….
And the wedding is set for this December!!!
2007
Who says miracles don’t happen?
Not me that’s for sure!
Cos they sure the hell do!!
The Man I Love
The man I love has gone away
maybe he'll be back some day
the man I love has eyes of blue
I just wish he loved me too
I long for him to wake by me
for my crying he doesn't see
I fell for him hard and fast
now only if it had last
I miss him being here with me
his smile I'd love to see
I miss his touch so soft and gentle
if only he weren't so judge mental
the man I love, I think he's a hero
while others say that he's a zero
what others say don't bother me
I just don't know what to believe
the man I love has gone away
maybe he'll be back some day.
Written by:
Karesa (Robertson) Austin
Losing You!
Why do I feel depressed?
Blame it on being stressed
This will become the past
Lately, I am declining fast
Days of sudden crying
Desperately trying
To be strong
It cannot be wrong
Showing others a different face
When in my heart, feeling out of place
Losing you, has made me very sad
Losing what, I once had
My hopes of you and retirement
Our wonderful years of enjoyment
Finally, time to settle down
No more rushing to leave town
Long gone are the days
Of spending our time in so many ways
I must go on, I know
Strength is what I must show
One day soon, I will retire
It will then be my desire
To retire for you too
It's been so painful, losing you
What I Fear The Most
My cheeks are stained black
My eyes are drowning in tears
You think I can’t stand you
When all I want is to hug you
Can’t you see what is happening?
Our world is becoming two.
I try to escape
Before I become trapped
But it seems as though
You locked the door
And threw away the key
Now I am trapped
Slowly you destroy my protective walls
Slowly you destroy my soul
Soon it will be just you and I
Nothing to protect me
They tell me to keep my head up
But that is impossible
When you are forcing it down
How do I hold it up again.
I’m fighting fire with fire
This is only making it worse
And when the fire dies down
It will again be just you and I
This is what I fear the most
Blood , Red & Fire
The fairest creature I may desire,
From the roses of blood , red and fire ;
Denie me your sweet self
Oh how to cruel ,
For only can my devotion be held so true
Though right now I cant see your face , and my mind starts to wonder,
Brought together by coincidence , or for a reason I ponder ;
When that moment comes ,and only time will tell , we’ll see each other face to face ,
And no more will I dwell
ICE COLD
WHEN YOU COME AT ME I TURN ICE COLD
IS THIS BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU TREAT ME
OR IS IT BECAUSE I LOST DESIRE FOR YOU YEARS AGO
WELL I'VE LOST TRACK OF WHAT'S REAL OR MAKE BELIEVE
IT'S AS IF I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A CHARACTER IN A BOOK
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THAT HE CAN GIVE IMMEDIATE FEEDBACK.
ICE COLD
FOR YEARS I DIDN'T MIND IT BUT NOW I'VE TASTED FORBIDDEN FRUIT
OOH DEAR LORD I'M LOST, WHAT DO I DO,
I CAN'T LEAVE HIM ALONE, SEEMS HE DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME.
IF WE CAN'T BE LOVERS, I'LL SETTLE FOR FRIENDS.
MOUNTAIN OF A MAN
I'm in love with a mountain of a man
He picks me up and swings me around
To be loved by such a man is thrilling
He makes me feel tiny as a mouse
And when he lies beside me
I can just melt into him
But never the less we fit together
He's romantic and the words from him mouth
Send shivers down my soul
Just lie there and talk
Forever more
Waking up
Silent for too many years,
lonely for so many more.
now i look at my future,
and what next may be in store.
I said i would never do it again,
give my heart away,
but now from that conviction,
i have began to sway.
For someone has arrived,
my world they have refreshed,
yet it is still too soon,
their name, on my heart, to etch.
But their laughter makes me smile,
their voice i long to hear,
it makes no sense as to why,
now they have appeared.
I feel as if i have been asleep,
for years, just could not shake,
that feeling that this could be my life,
but now from dreams i did awake.
Reality is fantasy,
dreams now could become true,
but i have just awoken,
and all in thanks to you.
A KING AMONG MEN
BE NOT UNHAPPY, FOR YOU HAVE WORTH
ALTHOUGH YOU THINK NOT
THINK NO MORE OF PROBLEMS THAT SURROUND YOU
THINK OF WHAT EVER EASES YOUR SOUL
THINK OF A GREEM VALLEY WITH KNEE DEEP GREEN GRASS
NO ONE'S AROUND FOR MILES AND MILES
SPREAD OUT YOUR BLANKET AND LOOK AT THE SKY
JUST WATCH AS THE CLOUDS FLOAT ON BY.
SLEEP IF YOU WISH, DREAM OF LOVERS LONG GONE
THINK OF LOVERS OF THE FUTURE
DREAM THAT THIS WORLD IS A PERFECT PLACE
WHERE A MAN LIKE YOU HAD HIS PERFECT MATE
DO NOT GIVE UP, FOR TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY
YOUR QUEEN MAY COME IN SEARCH OF HER KING
FOR YOU MY DEAR ARE A KING AMONG MEN.
HELP.
why wont it be simple
why wont it be short
why dont i forget me
and start over
why dont i think for myself
why dont i live
why dont i move on
why dont i just give in.
why wont i surrender
why wont i die
why wont i let her move on
why wont i try
why am i so selfish
that i wont let her grow
shes just too damn stupid
just like my own show.
why am i so childish
why wont i move on
what am i forgetting
where will i go now.
where are you God
I know youre right here
please help me grow older
i need it right now.
Thought
Thought
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They thought eye was but eye was not
Eye thought they were but eye was wrong
At least eye hope eye was
Eye was not the way they are
Eye was someone else inside
They think eye am just dust
And thought has made me so
Dust to dust I am and will undone
But some will want me whole
Some make clay and some make mud
And some make blood to floe
And one makes dust to rise
And love makes man to live and love
And want makes man to thrive
A flower bears my heart and thought
Thinking of me she
Making all my memories flee
All my thoughts on thee remain
On her to care for me again
I thought on her good name
Loving Deeds
Why do we think of evil things,
Items of what that Satan brings;
As it seems not to cross your mind,
To love each other and be kind.
Love is more than word on the tongue,
That is spewing out from your lung;
Rather by truth and every deed,
Going through life with planting seed.
You were told from the very start,
Of loving God with your whole heart;
As well as loving your neighbor,
Help them in leisure and labor.
Tis up to us showing we care,
Throughout our lives as we share;
Helping others exhibits love,
That only comes from God above.
If no love the power of death,
Still controls you with every breath;
But in your heart love does abide,
Then the living God rules inside.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
LAST LAUGH
DOWN COME THE DRAPES OR CURTAINS, SAME THING
MOVERS CARRYING BOXES OUT TO THE TRUCK
IN THE TRUCK ARE MATTRESS' AND PILLOWS TIED WITH STRING
CONTAINERS FILLED TO THE RAFTERS WITH NOTHING BUT JUNK
GATHERED FROM THIRTY YEARS OF TOGETHERNESS THAT NOW IS BROKE
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO, I'VE NEVER BEEN ALONE IN MY LIFE
YOU FOUND YOURSELF A MUCH YOUNGER VERSION TO STROKE,
SO I GOT THE MONEY, THE HOUSE, AND THE CAT LAST LAUGH.
BUT I SOLD THE HOUSE AND PARADISE HERE I COME.
I was Just Fine
I was just fine until you held me in your arms
My feelings for you had been locked away
Trapped behind a wall
Lock and key
With a guarantee not to crumble
Not to fall
Why is it that you still affect me so?
I hate you but yet my heart screams your name
And your face dominates my soul
As much as I tried to fight it
My love for you never diminished
Never once flickered
Never finished
But it’s not fair!
I can no longer have you
So why haven’t these feelings left me
Why do I still care?
Why do I still need you?
Why do I long for your touch?
Crave for your kiss?
Still want you this much?
I was just fine until I slept with you again
Feeling your body heat
Listening to your heart beat
My wall shattered
My heart raised the white flag
My soul gave up in defeat
But why damn it!
Why is it love for you I possess?
That even after all this time
I don’t love you any less…
Why do I still want you?
Need you to hold?
Why do I still get that spark?
That sign that what we have is so right?
Why do I tremble at your touch?
Why do I melt on sight?
I was just fine until I woke up
And you were laid there beside me
You have gone from a dream
Made to reality
Now a memory
A re-occurring fantasy
I was just fine until you ruined my guard
Giving me a hope
That you’ll trust me once more
I’d taken back your key
But yet you still opened the damned door.
I hate you but yet I love you so much it confuses my mind
Damn you why you’d do this to me?
I was just fine!
December 27, 2006
(This was written for Spencer when we were broken up but still kinda talking
it was an awkward stage)
She Left
Tears hit my pen
Heart falling apart
My love my life
Has left for another
She was Juliet
To my Romeo
My own tragedy
How can it be
Where have they gone
Those happy days
Joy and laughter
Now filled with sorrow
We laughed we loved
We shared the adventure
Through our 20's and 30's
It was for eternity
I was twenty-one
She was nineteen
When the love bug bit
Linking us together
We grew alike
Answered for each other
Those knowing looks
We were soul mates
Along came the kids
A boy and a girl
We had love to share
Nothing was too hard
Twenty years later
Two beautiful teens
Four beds three baths
A Jag and a Benz
It was for naught
I'm all alone
Plenty of questions
Without any answers
Can I love again
It'll take a while
I still dearly love
The mother of my kids
Its So Hard To Love You
I could love you but my heart won't let me,
I could hold you close but my arms hang at my sides...
I live with a thousand of masks over the real me.
That I struggle and fight so hard to hide.
Can't be the girl I once was,
She died sometime a few years back.
No longer the girl capable of love.
So I stand here in my tower, in my cage,
As you beg me to let you in just a little,
one inch,
one crack.
But I can't!
When Its so easy to love you,
Its so damn heard at the same time!
I want to run in terror,
in fear
But yet I yearn to be the one you claim as your love
and to claim you as mine.
I can see you waiting for me at the end of the aisle,
as I make that trip to you to seal our lives together with a kiss,
a few words and a smile.
But yet I want to hitch up my dress and run.
Clearing my face of my veil,
Hating the fact that in my heart I love you still.
Damn it! Why? Why me?
Why do I still hold the flame of love in my heart?
Why do I know deep in my soul that my love for you could never end?
Especially since in this game we live to hit the play button only to stop and then again restart?
I dont wanna love you
Because I've been hurt so bad.
My hearts broken and my soul is shattered
No longer am I the love sick girl you could have had...
Damn I can’t love you but I know that I must.
I have to let down my gates and fire my guard.
I have to let you in and give you my trust,
I have to love you so says my heart
Even if my mind tells me its gonna be so damn hard!
February 23rd, 2007
Playing The Air Guitar
I am a star
With the air guitar
Never miss a note
I really rock
I duet with Thorpie
We do Time To Live
Or Most People I Know
The place is jumping
I try the drums
Gil Matthews can have them
I'll stick to what I am good at
Belting out a riff
Angus Young is another
We wow the crowd
He crosses the stage
I just stand and jam
There is not a tune
I don't know
A song I can't sing
My air guitar howling
A stop at the lights
Time for my fingers
To stroke the strings
Together with Clapton
Will be as close
As most will get
To being a rock star
We were born to be wild
Happy Birthday To a very special angel.
When God made you,
He harvested something for me too!
How do you give something to someone that holds the world in your eyes?
How do you brighten a smile that brightens the sun?
How could I offer a gift to one who gives everything she has?
What could there be that she would want?
Instead of Roses, that die, I offer my love
In honesty, Integrity straight from God above.
Longevity,meaning forever just like i said before.
For God put us together to ride out our journey's storms.
Instead of Riches, that are no good to us until they are gone,
I offer a shared thought,then I am moving on
I am so honored, proud,and blessed that God put me with you.
I pray for God's blessings,and abundance to follow you through and through.
This year will bring you blessings, more than you can see.
For in Him it is always more,no matter what we wish or dream.
Your loved ones will prosper and your loved ones will grow.
Most importantly because of YOU, They will all know.
Yes you give God the Glory that is why He has chosen you.
But you give your will to Him everytime you choose.
Such a "Good Little Girl" to make her Father proud.
He knows she listens well when He calls her out loud.
So on this special day of your birth,hold your chin up and smile.
Thank-you friend,sister, Pastor and more for going the extra mile.
Rest easy with your Father,and let this year be your best yet.
Blessings are growing right with these words you deserve each one you get.
Happy Birthday, I love you!
Love ;Jamie (Your God daughter) and my select Lay Minister
June 4,2007
Lost Time
Desperate for yours kisses
Desperate for your hugs
Desperate for forgiveness
That I know I don't deserve
I feel as if I lost you
Somewhere along the lines
I hope to find you soon enough
So we can make for lost time
Write For Me A Poem Of Truth
Write for me a poem of death
Of blood and pain
Of loss without gain
Write for me a song of destruction
An internal war
A melody of night
Deprived of all light
Write for me a lullaby of darkness
That would engulf my soul
And open my eyes
To this sweet disguise
I cant take these lies anymore
No more happy endings
Or ‘love at first site’s
I want a story of truth
Of bloodied nights
Of murder and rape
And of fallible humans
And their endless mistakes
I want some of your darkness
Some of you knowledge
And some of your wisdom
So write for me a poem of truth
Of the darkness that truly exists
Instead of this fallacious love and light
I don’t want anymore of this false sh*t
Write for my a poem of night
Devour my mind
And let me bathe in reality
In fallacy
And fatality
Please,
If you would be so kind
Write to me a poem of death
A poem that can really open my mind.
Angels
Can you feel the present
of an angel among you.
They are everywhere.
Fill the touch of the
hand of the angel
watching over you.
To keep you safe from the harm
of this old world.
To be by your side
through dangers
that can come unto you.
Oh angels sent from God,
they are everywhere.
Momma
You are my friend,
when theres no one there.
You tell me you love me,
when no one else does.
You let me know you are there,
when I need to talk to you.
You reach out yours hands,
when I need a hug.
A tender ear to hear,
unto my needs of life.
When I get down you raise me up,
to the highest level.
Momma no one can ever,
take your love away.
Sunk
when pains sunk in you
you can reach but not feel
It's surreal and how do you deal with it?
call on the real 1 the true 1
The alpha and omega Religious fence sitting for the best of the worlds
Are the stories true?
do we believe in prophets?
like jesus?
(supposedly the son of god an or man)
What about nostradamus
the one who predicted the world was going to end in 3 waves
Tsunami anyone?
so here i am stuck
at this family reunion
literaly stuck
with one leg on one side of the fence
one world
my other leg on the other side of the fence
another level?
another world?
but i'm stuck
by barbed wire
oh the joke im not telling
Sure its funny now
as the sheep baa
and as my uncles and aunts and cousins
at one side of the fence
know nothing of wether or not i was trying to run away from the party or why
how i got stuck on the barbed wire fence
but here i am
with my feet one on two different worlds
one full of sheep
and as i scream for help
the wolves are coming from the forest
and me the man in the middle
what do i do now?
do i rip and tear?
injure myself?
wait to be ripped to shreds by the wolves?
and run among the sheep who will unknowingly guard me and die for me
as my cousins get their rifles and i crawl through the field
bleeding from my groin no longer a man
or do i shoe my cousins and relatives away and try to get them to stop laughing
at my predicament
for they truly dont understand
where exactly the barbed wire has me stapled
wire cutters would work
but ill be eaten alive by the wolves by the time you get them
and the sheep will be busy laughung at me
oh baa
whatever
come on now
you now just as well as me
sitting on a fence is not a good thing
and eventually you have to pick a side
the wolves or the sheep
your family or your friends
but whose gonna get eaten alive
or lose their life for making the wrong move at the wrong time
at the wrong split second decision
inbetween tears crying to the gods
laughing and mocking a man in the middle of it all
on his birthday
at his family reunion
God I'm screaming
I'll do anything to not be eaten by a wolf
baa say the sheep
baa baaa
and the wolves are growling and mother nature knows
i can now relate to this anger
this frustration
this dilema this predicament
winter is coming and the farmer needs the sheep
id like my testicles attached
i do not wish to be a woman
so i know my relatives will not open the gate let the sheep out or endanger
themselves
starve throughout the winter as the sheep clothe them and provide them with food
You wanted a new beginning for mankind and survival of the fittest?
you wanted to know the truth of what its like to bargain with gods
time death fate and flesh and blood and learn new threshholds of pain and fear?
Out come the guns
the wolves close by
guns starts firing shots close by
the wolves howling
as if in laughter
as you beg god again to not let a bullet hit you
but the sheep say baa
baa say the sheep
baa
whatever
makes no difference to them
the sheep die either way
wether you lose an apendsage or not
its all funa nd games to them
they get shaved and milked
they get eaten and tagged
they get herded and caught on fences
now you know what its like
baa says the sheep
and the wolves continue to howl
the shots ring out
with one foot on the green grass
and one foot on the mud on the other side
neither looking anymore promising
youd probably take your chances with the wolves and prove yourslef to be a man
if you could
but then that reduces the heavens to tears\
the foreshadowing of the wind
would have told ytou something
and now its raining
your feet is getting slippery
their running out of bullets
the wolves are good at dodging
your still stuck
and the sheep are still busy nonchalantly complaining and laughing
Whose been fishing too much you wonder
and why are the wolves not eating the fish?>
why are the wolves after the farmers sheep when if no one was poaching
and had mother nature not felt abused
i wouldn't be in this situation looking for refuge
to be madre this example of
I'm to be married tomorrow
dear god
baa say the sheep
i cannot make a husband for my wife if i slip dear heavens
for if i fall the wrong way i will lose everything
care you blind?
can't you see?
the wolves howling in circles
glaring at m,e licking their lips
choose a side to land on i must
as i wrestle with this knot inbetween my legs
and begin to slip
Where are the Angels when you need them?
always soo far away!!!
Today was supposed to be the best day of my life
for i was running away dear wolves
i begin trying to explain
to marry a princess
and trust me ive been fighting with my family
If i fall on your side let me be please
tomorrow is my wedding day and im going to be late already
heck if i keep what i want i'll open the gate for the sheep
If i fall on the other side
i still have to run away
my choice has been made for me by love you see wolves
and even though today is my birthday
and you were uninvited to my party
id hate for things to end up in tragedy for either of our families
I will find the fishermen stealing your fish from your streams
before the bears come to town
but seriously wolves im just a man in the middle of soo much right now
i need to return to the garden and if you like you can help me pick some flowers
for tomorrows wedding
I've already ruined my tix as ypou can see
and my honeymoon will have to be postponed
But you see what i deal with everyday wolves?
dodging bullets and laughed at by my victoms
as the gods torment me?
I dislike my family and you can have the sheep
I will talk to the fishermen once i get unstuck
survival of the fittest, but if we work together
we can all have what we want
or i can convince everyone to get what we want
and we'll go from there
Fence sitting with wolves and nightmares we're running away from
disbelieving the prophet who told me this would happen
and now the first wave has hit hasn't it
tsunami
two waves and the world is over
i must choose a side to fall onto
to become a wolf a man or a sheep
to die on the fence
fail or pass the test
and keep what i want intact
but the story is far from over
the sheep say baaa
the wolves howl an glare
my family all have guns and knives
the gods seem to mock me and i dont know what?
Endless Summer
sit and dream this dream with me
sit down here beneath the dreaming tree
the things we dream may spring awake
with subtle fury as spring passes away
take my hand and you'll see
the deepest dream of somewhere near
right there within the eyes
it's more than just belief
it's an uncertainty that fades with the dulling grass
but spring has found its rightful path
to dance in the fire, to turn to black
fade in specters, break up in ash
some fated encounter to copulate with wind
the stretch of anxiety comes back in
the thought of endless summer, burning skin
they'd call it the greatest holiday
but that was only because they were free as children
summer faeries sit upon my chest
my arms stretched back, resting upon warmer grass
to where or when the wind blows now
will the heat make up for its absence?
in some way there's doubt
this life is large and open-ended
but this path only leads back
melancholy wrests its hammock between the trees
slinks its tired, toughened knees
and reclines back in its rewarded rest
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and so i sit alone beneath this dreaming tree
the sun lulling all the dreams back to sleep
Be Careful of the Heart
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Be careful of the Heart they’re easy like glass to break
Never try to handle one without ease maybe a mistake
Never underestimate the power of the heart
But once it’s ever broken true love shall now depart
Never take for granted the heart someone’s sharing in
Cause if you ever mishandle it the outer walls get very thin
Once this change ever happens with hearts that’s sweet and divine
Trying to patch things up isn’t as easy as once upon a time
So, Hearts are like glass, be careful as they can break
It isn’t very easy to put it back together the soul is now at stake
When you first find someone to love you treat their heart with care
If you fail to offer tender love a life together you may not share
A heart that is loved without end, never shall need one to mend
As true love inside a heart is beyond compare till the very end
Two hearts beating as one shall forever set a newly proposed trend
Once they learn to beat together the beat shall now begin!
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Dedicated To: Anyone that wishes not to break a heart
We Loved Each Other
We loved each other so many years
now my eyes well up with tears
my heart used to be so full of life
back in the days I was your wife
that is when I was so happy
now life just seems so crappy
I remember you were my chief
now that time seems so brief
I think of you with each passing day
all I do now is look up and pray.
written by:
Karesa Austin
"Love At First Sight"
One day they met
Was love at first sight
Spent there time together
Most every day and night
They were so young
And full of life
One day he asked her
To be his wife
She was so happy
She started to cry
He looked in her eyes
And asked her why
She said she had to leave
Tears rolled down her cheeks
Telling him, please don't worry
I'll only be gone a few weeks
The years went by
Quick as a wink
So much faster
Than we think
He never forgot
When he saw her last
So long ago
Far in the past
If he could hold her
Just one more time
And remember the feeling
When he could call her mine
As the years went by
The older he got
She stayed in his heart
He never forgot
He awoke one day
Wracked with pain
She was holding his hand
Once again
She looked at him
And started crying
For they both knew
That he was dying
He never ask
Where she had been
As it didn't matter
He'd see her, never again
She was holding his hand
When he took his last breath
Yet he still loved her
Right up to his death.
Copyright 2007 Ron H Hall
"Love At First Sight"
One day they met
Was love at first sight
Spent there time together
Most every day and night
They were so young
And full of life
One day he asked her
To be his wife
She was so happy
She started to cry
He looked in her eyes
And asked her why
She said she had to leave
Tears rolled down her cheeks
Telling him, please don't worry
I'll only be gone a few weeks
The years went by
Quick as a wink
So much faster
Than we think
He never forgot
When he saw her last
So long ago
Far in the past
If he could hold her
Just one more time
And remember the feeling
When he could call her mine
As the years went by
The older he got
She stayed in his heart
He never forgot
He awoke one day
Wracked with pain
She was holding his hand
Once again
She looked at him
And started crying
For they both knew
That he was dying
He never ask
Where she had been
As it didn't matter
He'd see her, never again
She was holding his hand
When he took his last breath
Yet he still loved her
Right up to his death.
Copyright 2007 Ron H Hall
~A New Start~
As the sky bellows a sweet hello
I feel the warmth of the sun,
But then I start to feel the coldness coming through
As I see the darkness of my soul.
As I try to change, try to be free
I hear the beautiful sound of the birds singing to me,
They know me, and the try to help
But it's to late, to late for any help at all.
My life sinks slowly back into the ground
As the inner peace of my soul dies,
I can see the angels of Satan
And ask myself what happened and why.
Though I know I can never return to where I want to be
I still think just maybe again I'll be free,
My soul tears and rips
As I peel the outer layer off and start over.
Wasted time for me and you
What is it that I can say today?
So you understand why I feel this way
I gave birth to you, so I should know
How hard it is to let you go
Taken from my protective arms
Into a world, that’s full of harm
I don’t expect you to live this way
Not realistic for a teen growing up today
I will try hard today
Try to hear
What you can’t say
Our relationship is straining
And I find this draining
This fighting that we do
Wasted time for me and you
I know that living is hard to do
For I have been there just like you
This struggle and this fight
Brings me tears deep into the night
But you need to know
To the extent I will go
To show you love
Despite, your anger, your temper, your actions and reactions
Also your words
You need to know that you are heard
Even when the words hurt
As mine do too
This does not mean that I don’t love you
You know I do
And I know you love me too
But if this continues
It can lead to damage
The damage I am unable to manage
So what do you think?
So what do you say ?
Let’s keep trying
In hopes that we may see eye to eye someday
This will make up both happy, in every way
It will stop some of the tears
That silently fall one by one
Which will keep us from coming undone
I love you unconditionally
And I say this emotionally
This does not mean that love has no rules
Not all things are taught in school
I have never said obey
I hate that word, and that’s o.k.
And all I ask of you, is sometimes listen to what I say
Because I am your mother and would never lead you astray.
For my daughter Francesca
For all the things that you can do
That I wish I could have. April 3, 2007.
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the patriots dance
beneath the wareham walls
where frome and piddle run and play
where samways plays his fiddle
the sun it smiles on bestwalls crew
like any other day
whilst zunners laugh and frolic
gals roll in the hay
oh diddle diddle rode the hills
across the purbecks downs
we all met up on market day
i bought a pig for half a crown
where grass grows tall
where swans regale
ride upon the tide
i spied my love
that night in June
though lies i cant abide
the masters of the spinning wheels
spun their simple yarn
whilst boys and girls danced at dawn
down upon the farm
the crows they squawked and lambs did play
upon the hillside proud
the forests walks were rich in deer
though natures voice was loud
the cuckoo sang its funny rhyme
where stobough meadows lie
the cows were rich in cowslips then
that sunny summers day
the church of st Mary's rang
its bells so rich in tone
i stood upon the corfe hill road
a poet all alone
Tuna Fish
tuna fish tuna fish
swimming in the sea
i see you in the aquarium
always starin' at me
although i know you're tasty
to me you're not a fish
i mix you up with mayonnaise
and make a tasty dish
you're shiny and you're silver
but to me you're in a can
so i never know your gender
tasty tuna girl or man
you all swim in bunches
100 of you to me
tuna fish, i love you
my chicken of the sea
"Manuel To My Poetry"
There it goes a full year...
man homie things don't seem the same since you left here...
let me just tell you on how much it effected me..
When there is rain, I look for sunshine..
but once I learned on the pain....nothing felt the same...
how can you be gone?
how can a great person be taken out of this world?
When I think about it this is not meant for an angel...
you left us cause god needed you...
for a special task...
God covered it so to us it may seem to be an ugly mask...
and to make us stronger...by day...
which might effect us in any kind of way..
I never got to write you back..
To tell you how much your letter helped me...
Even if it was a simple three little words...
you helped me move on..
and to take a chance...
when I get done of praying and then I stand..
I know your right there and on my shoulder I can feel a hand...
I know in the future we shall see each other..
no matter if takes my life time..
And you showed me that there could be no other..
And I can Still Call you... My Big Brother....
By: Martin Nunez
Dedicated to Manuel....This is Not A R.I.P....this is a moment when
you are here with me...and i just wanted to say "I Love You and I miss you"
World of Solitude
In my world of solitude
I look back at the yesterdays,
And try to figure out what went wrong
Was it you or was it me?
You hurt me once
And I wouldn't let you repeat it,
We broke up
And I was hurting once again.
I wanted to take you back
I love you so much
But I couldn't
I didn't want to hurt again.
You pleaded with me
And I turned you down,
You cried so much
And I made you frown.
I look at the tomorrows
And pray that I'd find something so much better,
Then what it was before
In my world of Solitude.
All My Own
When I saw you at the end of the hall
You just made my day
Not knowing what to say
I left
I loved everything about you
Your smile
Your hair
Even your beautiful brown eyes.
I couldn't tell you how I really felt
So I sat in a dream world all my own
I found out that day
That I wasn't dreaming anymore
Now that I have the real thing
You
I have love now
And it's all my own.
Rocks Don't Talk to Stars
Rocks don't talk to stars
They're simply too far apart
No voice could carry that far
And of course by now
They probably speak completely different languages
Who could ever translate?
Rocks don't talk to stars
At least not these days
Not since the firmament formed
inventing up and down
And gravity's mother-hen chiding
scolded them for staying out so late together
so far from their homes
~When I Look At You~
When I look at you
I see the sun rise high in the sky,
I see my love ring true
And it soars just as a bird flys.
When I look at you
The dawn is just breaking,
I wake to something new
And the moment is breathtaking.
When I look at you
I see our child being born,
The moment is true
And to each other we were forsworn.
When I look at you
I see my future in your eyes,
They turn a deeper blue
My future goes on when we say these binding ties.
~Waking Up In Love~
Last night when the stars were winking at the moon
I lay awake on my cool sheets, on that hot summer night
My thoughts souly upon you
I reflected on your tender touch
And strained to hear your sweet voice amidst the nights air
I drifted into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of nothing but you
Of your gentle brown eyes
Like that of two mountains
Of your smooth hair, tickling against my neck
I drift into a land where time does not exist
And we are united as one in our hearts.
Last night I went to bed with you on my mind
And this morning I woke up in love.
CEILI'A PENULTIMATE DANCE.
It was her penultimate dance.
You should have seen her move,
The way her feet and legs
Graced the floor of the barn,
The way her eyes and hair
Flew to all and sundry
With that laughter cast
To all in a continuous fit of joy.
She loved the reel,
The passion of the sounds
Vibrated through her
As if caught
On the very nerve of her soul.
I wonder if she dances now
In that piece of heaven
Set aside for the likes of she
With angels flapping wings
To the well measured tap
Of an Irish reel?
Pooja to My Lord, Sri Sai
Thou art the Universe!
See all of us with equanimity,
Bless us despite our faults,
see nothing happens to us
that put a tear in each soul,
You wish one believes in him
As does in you or any other God,
Keep faith in our fellow beings,
Kind to the poor and depressed
who are your symbols living,
Spread kindness in every way
makes us live thus our full life,
all in happiness and contentment,
And all in praise of His glory, our Lord,
Om! Sri Sai! Sri Sai!
MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND PAIN
A AZsacra TEXTFILM
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
there
is no
flower
brain of Buddha
longs for Syphilis of
Nietzsche
bees give
their pollen back to
Dirt
to cognize
Blackness of
Dao
to cognize
the Executioner
De
personally
lynch
Lao-Tzu!
for too
long lied
Purity
Mark Chapman
shoots “the cover of
the record” -
in growing dull of
replete
nerve!
new attack of
females of Charles
Manson
The Mystery of
Coming of Ismael
Ax
Jesus of
the First
Warm –
Buddha of
the Last
Drop!
What
Terrifies
the Terror
Makes
frightened
the fear!
today
you will
die
breaking through
with thorns of
bumble-bees
Pure!
Impulse!
To Kill!
Non-existence of
Unbearable
Light
Mystery of
making it More
Enigmatic
the lizard of
nothing but
the tails
MUDRA
his tracks
are now
beneath the snow –
…
the tiger
passed
Daddy
I remember the day I cried
I remember the day you died
Your casket I could not leave
all I could do is heave and grieve
The little girl you left behind
became a woman who's very kind
there are times I need to talk
when I wish we could walk
I remember the cars you'd race
but now you're in a better place
you used to tell me all kinds of stuff
to be strong and very tough
If you could only see me now
you'd be proud and just say "wow"
"Daddy's little girl's done good
on her feet she has stood".
My little girl you didn't see
now she has one who is three
Dustin looks so much like you
tall and skinny with eyes of blue.
written by:
Karesa Austin
FORRREST
a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
christ is –
just a cross
for crucifying
Tree
and now –
the flesh of Tree
is crucified
on jesus
there is no longer
any
heaven
no god
except –
Spreading out of
the Boughs
from now on
here only will
the Forrrest
rustle
ASCENDING TO ZERO
a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
power
power
power of nothing but prices –
ascending of the worthless world
to zero
after zeroes
instead of bullets
holes are left –
there are no more
Great
Chinese
Walls
the rot!
Empire died
like a pitiful trembling
rabbit
in cash-machines there is
a “share” for each –
the Universe any more won’t be
rammed through by
the hawk
it’s clear now:
God didn’t die –
died
the Will
UNKNOWN SIGNS OF GOD
a wordcinema
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
Spirit begins
from the worship of
the mother-cocroach
from the fall of
imperceptible
drop
from the attack of
the invisible
dragon-fly
to gush out
as a flow of
blood
each
each
each
womb is
cleaner than Holy
Mother!
only thus
says
Spirit:
crucified
not Jesus
but the tree
moth resurrects
Before and Earlier than
Christ
unknown
signs of
God
trace of
the squashed
moth is
the light of
the heavenly
lightning!
wolf of the Spirit
is fed by
the shot
rage of
blazes of
the sun
the flow of Fire
drew the rose
in
drops
cripples
the rain
faster
lose
your power!
faster
lose
your might!
through
the smallest
speck of dust
exposing of
Great
Emptiness
just
moved
the leaf
SATORI OF SHOOTING OF SAMADHA
A AZsacra TEXTFILM
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
the world will collapse
from Great
Insanity
needed are
the New Forms of
Mania
needed are
the New Abysses
and Chasms
to kill!
Covert!
Chiefs!
trembles
trembles
trembles
every
bit of fluff of
the hawk
Satori of
shooting of
Samadha
carnage of
roaming
mantras
today
dies
Dao
Buddha
will overtake
death
only
for the reason
and to
be a scale
on the wings of
butterfly
extend
death for the sake of
War of Nothing
death for the sake of
Nothing of
No
not “measured”
and not “weighed
on scales”
to kill the most
beautiful
females
to live
amongst the rats
and eagles
Total!
Darkness of!
Dao!
"Prima Linea" of
liquidation of
Lao-Tzu
outside god
wild jerk of
Abyss
the killed
became Much
Stronger
MERCY
a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
Fire
extirpated
everything
and Itself came
out of all bounds of
the flame
out of all
limits of
dying
and then Nonentity
has understood His
Mercy:
no more
dies
no one
ORDEAL X
a ritualpoem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
be able
to put together God
from shattered
pieces
find in
dragon-flies their
essential –
Soul
find in
moths their
covert –
Spirit
Soul
and Spirit are –
You
kill
just yourself –
“a man”
give back
Emptiness
the emptiness
THE LEAP OF THE FROG OF BASHO
a wordcinema
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
the way of haiku
is the Way of
Abyss
theatre de
la Crueldad
Noh
mask for
tearing out
the face
with own
chopped off
head
to fly into
petals of
the rose
the Abyss
didn’t look into
the chasm
the Flame
didn’t become
the dragon-fly
too strongly
cried out
the Fire!
that’s
all for
the truth:
the speck of dust
in the Emptiness of
the Wasteland
Basho hadn’t
protected
the frog
just
still
pound
never
fallen
drop
to nowhere
didn’t fly
the raven
if
crucified
the worm –
eyelashes
run into
the tear
to stay on
broken
legs
stay, bitch,
on broken
legs!
this is Other
Flowering of
the Garden:
don’t want
to be
a Flower –
then
bloom with
blood
THE TIGER (TO SADDLE THE TIGER?)
a poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
in vain the leaves
bury themselves
in Heaven
in vain Jesus
hides behind his
shining angels
in vain
white butterflies torment
black spiders
themselves
the bits of fluff
knock down
the tiger
is anyone
to see
his
tears?
poets mindset
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can you slip inside the poets mind
where dreams and hopes are set in rhyme
where grace and virtues ride again
within the ferment of his reins
dare you look within his words so true
where doom and happiness comprise its tools
where faith and trust are sanctified
in stanza rhythm's and mornings tides
dare you look inside his brain
where flowers bloom amongst the drains
where words of lies sleep within
sharing true love and mortal sins
dare you read his testimony's true
where scenes of virtue set the morning dew
where trees of strength and weakness frames
hide their choices within the pains
where war and peace ride side by side
the antelopes and seagulls ride
there within the choice of words that flow
the prose is set far down below
with faded breadth and joys to thrill
he writes a sonnet to distill
a fancy verse with romance too
yet hides his tears
amongst his blues
his words all lost on love and fools
lost seekers of poetry
theres many say poetry is dead
still they write sad words out of their heads
text talk and cut their wrists
these sad damsels need a fix
they write of love lost and hate of men
they are so confused these women
theres many sad poets who know no verse
they just use lines to converse
theres many lost words here on line
im glad their not true friends of mine
untitled
See the lonely kid on the playground corner
with the black hair in his eyes?
What if I told you he's the All of the Universe
God, here in disguise?
Long pale thing hands, dusty sneakers on the road
Betcha ten bucks that kid plays the piano
But what's the Universe need with another Maestro?
Did anybody ever ask God what He wanted to be
when He got older?
Did anybody ever offer to let Him
cry on their shoulder?
Oh they say it's lonely at the to
And He's Top as Top can be
I wonder if He ever wonders
Why did nobody ask me?
I'm sure the world can do without
another player at the keys
But God's a job just one can do
No matter how lonely
Hey God, you know, I'm listening
I am trying to see
So if some cloudless empty day
I should be wandering
It wouldn't be amiss if I heard music in the air
I wouldn’t even tell a soul, but I know that fair is fair
I'm sure the world could always use a bit more harmony
And it would do more than one heart good
To see fair hands upon the keys
Didn't anyone ever ask God what He wanted to be
when He got older?
Didn't anyone ever offer to let Him
cry on their shoulder?
Oh they say it's lonely at the top
And He's Top as Top can be
But He should never ever have to wonder
Why did nobody ask me?
Million Dollar Pleasure
Million Dollar Pleasure
© Rick (Redshoes) Ellis
When she lights up her pipe
Her smoke goes up in dreams
Where life’s beautiful melodies
Are transformed into screams
She lives in the land of Euphoria
Under kaleidoscope skies
Where she views reality
Through stained glass eyes
Her moments in time
Are equally divided
Into half-hour segments
That are only one sided
She strikes up her lighter
Once again to inhale
The smoke that emanates
From the fires of Hell
A moment spent hitting her pipe
Is a day taken off of life’s clock
For a million dollar pleasure
From a ten dollar rock
Picket Fence
Full Circle
© Rick (Redshoes) Ellis
My mother was one at seventeen
She lived in a world of amphetamines
She shed a lot of tears, but never cried
I was born on the day she died
She sold her body on the street
Had sex in alley's with men she'd meet
She put her money into her vein
I was born without a name
My grandma raised me when I was a child
She was crazy, dangerous and wild
There was always whiskey on her breath
I was nine at the time of her death
I went to places where I shouldn't go
Hung with people I shouldn't know
I had some brushes with the law
A Broken nose and a broken jaw
Then you came into my life
Eventually you became my wife
You set me straight, you pushed me hard
Now there's a picket fence around my front yard
The Day Before I Died
The Day Before I Died
© Rick (Redshoes) Ellis
My eyes were closed
But my heart was opened wide
You could not look me in the eyes
But your message was implied
You said it had nothing to do with me
You lied
But that was yesterday
The day before I died
I fled, I ran away
And found a place to hide
Behind the bolted doors
Of my double wide
I drank a bottle of sour mash
And I cried and cried
But that was yesterday
The day before I died
We had our share of ups and downs
A real roller coaster ride
I could never make you love me
But, God, how I tried
We made promises to each other
Knots were tied
But that was yesterday
The day before I died
I used to be a happy man
I was proud and dignified
But life is complicated
Nothing is cut and dried
I thought you’d always be there
For me to stand beside
But that was yesterday
The day before I died
Ineffable
Ineffable
© Rick (Redshoes) Ellis
It’s ineffable
It can’t be explained
There’s no definition
It hasn’t a name
It defies all reason
It can’t be defined
Logic eludes it
It’s one of a kind
It lacks all description
It can drive you insane
Like heartbreak
With a lot more pain
Some call it love
It’s much more
It’s not just a battle
It’s an all out war
It’s ineffable
There are no words
That anyone, anywhere
Has ever heard
Losing my lover
Of all these years
Never more sadness
Never more tears
It’s ineffable
It does not seem real
No words
Can describe how I feel
No magic
No wave of a wand
Could bring back my lover
My lover is gone
Tears are Pouring Out From Heaven
Tears in heaven sometimes pour out
because of so much hatred in the
world not realizing what we are
doing to this world.
All the hatred and the killing of
innocent people and not realizing
what we are doing to the families
of the victims.
If we look at it in Gods eye's we
too would be crying for all the days
of our life.
Little children crying without their
families because of pure hatred.
May someday we find peace and live
together like one big family.
Listen to others
When we read about all the
things that happen in our world
we usually stop and realize what
we are doing in this world.
We should stop and realize that
there is so many people out there
that need us.
Whether it may be food, clothing, or
just a friend.
But we are sometimes too caught up
in our own things and think that we
have no time, but if we at least give
a few minutes that would be like a
life time to some people.
A Friendship
I have a friend who's a nurse
sometimes we sit and converse
she sends a message through cyber space
we work together in one crazy place
we both talk from time to time
we hate to deal with all the slime
we don't mind all the work
we even do it with a smirk
Candles she likes to sell
even the ones with a smell
the boxes she can hardly carry
containing cherry or even berry
she comes to work every day with a smile
even though she walks nearly a mile
written by:
Karesa Austin
Free Thought Media
Take is easy, take it slow,
learn what you need to know.
Incompatible truths need not stick,
who needs to develop so quick?
Define yourself through reading,
others' opinions ever misleading.
You've got your fun in the Sun,
is this how the West was won?
Narrow fields mean less space,
less chance to join the human race.
Wear me down til I agree,
take my ear and give your decree.
I reject you ideals,
you have nothing that appeals.
Enjoy your massive opium,
ignoring what you have become.
Ask And God Will Give If That what He Has In Store For You
Sometimes we go through life
wondering how we can do better
in life.
We normally want things so bad
and we don't always receive what
we want but the reason we don't
receive because God has something
better for you.
Or We haven't put God first or asked
him for the things we want.
If you ask God you will receive if thats
what God has in store for you.
Don't give up because it may just be
around the corner for you.
Always remember don't hurt God with words
that you may regret saying if you don't
receive what you want.
Always love God with all your heart and soul
and remember that God will always love you
even when you say you don't love him.
He is a loving God.
Oliver
Your name is Wendi
it sounds so trendy
we fuss and fight
yet we know we're tight
we make a good team
at times we want to scream
we do our job and do it well
even when it seems like hell
we are friends to the end
together we make a good blend
written by:
Karesa Austin
I think I'll just rest for a while
To feel like this is inevitably mine,
A feeling felt a passing moment in time
sighs and frustrated frown
the sense of failing pulling me down
Can't bear to give in but have tried to resist
this good damn feeling continues to persist
Frustration in my life seems far to at home
trying to beat the wearing dulcet tone
Wanting so much more and knowing how
as i wipe another bead of fear from my tired brow
I watch them play from my distant world and smile
I want to join in but i think I'll just rest for a while.
Supplied with fuel
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Supplied with fuel
Where do you get supplied with fuel Do you get it from
your church Your drive to do things Does your drive
come from church The fuel that motvates me I get it
from reading the word Accepting what Jesus done and
loving all his word
Your supplied with fuel when you fill your heart with praise
giving glory to Jesus and that cross at calvery for Jesus
did it all There was nothing left undone That cross and
the blood that was shed cleanced each and everyone
Are you supplied with fuel How do you come alive
Wheres your filling station Does your church keep you
alive or are you starving The word is watered down
Are you falling from your walk with God Is the
word watered down
We need supplied with fuel We need it every day
Not with just coming to church We need a supplied
every day Make time with God and pray every day
Take time to read his word Read it every day
TO YOU
TREAT HIM RIGHT, DON'T TORTURE HIM
IF YOU LOVE HIM THEN TREASURE HIS BUTT
MAKE HIM HAPPY, TAKE AWAY THE SADNESS
HE'S MY FRIEND AND I LOVE HIM
AND I WANT HIM TREATED RIGHT
DON'T BE THREATENED BY ME
I'M MERELY A FANTASY
I HAVE NO FLESH NOR BONES
I CAN'T HURT YOU
SO TREAT HIM RIGHT, MAKE HIM HAPPY
HE IS A DREAMER OF BEAUTIFUL DREAMS
ENJOY HIM, MAKE HIM YOUR KING
CALL OFF THE DOGS
GIVE HIM A BREAK
LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANYONE CAN
DON'T GET MAD, I'M BUT A DREAM
SO WAKE UP, TREAT HIM RIGHT
HE'S A WONDERFUL SAD MAN
FANTASY'S ARE HERE TODAY
AND GONE TOMORROW SO...
PLEASE TREAT HIM RIGHT.
Harlequin Devil
The shimmer of light caressed on the moon,
diamond black eyes, followed by a swoon,
a delirious dance with the love fool in red,
bewitched by the presence, a slave from the dead,
the charm and the wit that inhabits her brain,
her loyal servants that are driven insane,
only look once be spellbound by hell,
feel the pain as your heart starts to swell,
suffocated by love, cant take any more,
black smudged eyes, ashes fall your heart she tore,
clenching the thorns in frustration and grief,
passing the hours of broken faith and belief,
now i put the cold knife on my heart, and kill of my tears,
the blood splattered walls, realizing my fears.
NO REALITY
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I'M BUILDING, CONSTRUCTING A HOME FOR MYSELF
IN FANTASY'S VAST KINGDOM WHERE SOME OF US GO
WHEN THE DAY THAT REALITY SHUT IT'S DOOR ON ME
I'LL HAVE A HOME.
MY HOME WILL BE FILLED WITH A HAND CHOSEN FEW
WHO WILL STAY WITH ME AND HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE DAY
THERE WILL BE COMFORTABLE FURNITURE, AND COFFEE AND CAKE
BUT NO TV NOR COMPUTER, NOT FOR ME AND IT'S MY HOME FOR LIFE
GOOD BYE FAMILY, SISTERS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH
BUT I FEEL IT COMING, SO PREPARE FOR IT PLEASE
CAUSE I'M WORKING VERY HARD TO BUILD ME A PLACE
LUKAS WILL DROP BY AND PLAY ME A SONG
YOU KNOW WHAT IT'LL BE MY FANTASY WORLD
I'LL ASK MITZI TO COME BACK AND LIVE WITH ME
AND MAMAJONES CAN COME AND TAKE CARE OF ME
SO DON'T CRY FOR ME, I'LL BE HAPPY YOU'LL SEE
I FEEL IT COMING, SO BE PREPARING YOURSELVES
CAUSE IT'S GONNA BE HARDER ON YOU THAN ON ME
WHEN THE DAY COMES WHEN I NO LONGER KNOW YOU
DON'T FRET, I'LL BE IN MY HOUSE, IN MY
FANTASY WORLD.
LOVING A DREAM
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I am just a dream.
Don’t fall in love.
I have no flesh.
I have no bones.
Loving me only
will have you torn.
I'm a mirage
so far away;
I am over there
No where near
I am not here
not even there
I am not real
I am just an
optical Illusion.
I am a dream.
I’ll disappear
When you are
wide awake.
I only exist
In your mind
Don’t fall in love
With a dream
In your mind.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
New Path
I can almost smell the winter air....
Pacing in circles, my thoughts in despair ,
My world is calm , Serenity now
Outside is thrashig , overcoming but how ?..
If I gave up now it wouldnt be fair .
Lord, ge me the strength to make myself .
I do that ive fallen , myself ive been there
Lord show me a new path and the footsteps we shall share .
I Heard You....
As i was down on my knees pouring my heart out to the lord i heard a voice from
a far doing the same thing... i heard you cry, i got connected with you through my spirit
i try to reach out to you, to let you know that you are not alone... i remember how you said that
you wanted to give up because its seems that no one hears you, but i want you to know that i heard you
I know its really hurts sometimes, but God told us that he will be by our side when the road get tough and rough
its may seems to us that no one is listening but i want to assure you that he hears us...
My heart torn into pieces when i heard your tears drop, i felt so connected with you that i forgot what i was praying
for and started praying for you... when i heard you saying how terrible your life has been, put tears into my eyes
because its like we are both sinking in the same boat, but one thing that held me strong is knowing that my God has promise
to always intervine when the going get tough. I want you to know that i heard you....
Its might take sometimes for your prayer to be answered, but one thing you should know is that God is always
on time, i want you to know that our name has been spoken for by our father in heaven... You are never alone
i want you to know that i heard you... Ever since that day i have been praying for you and i know that God will
brighten your day soon. I am here for you, so hold on and wait just a little while. I heard you, and God heard us also.
Reggie
I have a cousin in Iraq
Lord keep him safe and bring him back
Nikki needs for him to be home
the other country he must roam
Lord stay with him at his side
so when he comes home he can ride
He has a thing for his bike
but for now he must hike
He needs to come home and be a dad
to the children he has had
We think of him every day
Lord please hear what we pray.
written by:
Karesa Austin
MY SON
I think about how much you've grown
wont be long and you're on your own
We've had our ups, we've had our downs
we've had our smiles and our frowns
my love for you has never stopped
even when you thought you flopped
I'm proud to say I'm your mother
this love you'll get from no other
I'm here for you no matter what
even if the doors been shut
A mothers love grows each day
I thank the Lord when I pray
I'm lucky to have you as my son
you'll always be my number one.
written by:
Karesa Austin
Kiss Yourself
You
Can't love anybody else
Until you first learn to love yourself so get ready to
Kiss Yourself
No you aren't ready
For anybody else
Until you get ready for another person all by your lonesome self
Kiss Yourself
So what's good in your's upcoming future
Nothing special
That is if you never learn to love yourself
Kiss Yourself
Kiss Yourself
Empower Yourself
Develope Yourself
Nurture Yourself
Then Place Others
Before Yourself
And Bless Other People
Just Like You First Loved And Blessed Yourself
Copyright 2007 Howard Keith West
A Poetry Garden
I sit outside and nature invades my thoughts,
Like the contents in a box of a game of droughts,
The sounds, the smells feelings and sights,
Work my imagination inside out.
A gardner digs and plants; then the roots grow,
Poems come together in my head and build up slow,
The roots are planted then the flower buds,
My poems end up sometimes in published books.
The world around me pours its magic in my ears,
Like a professional gardner who has been planting for years,
It's echoing power pounds around my brain,
I build a poem to express my delight or pain.
A fluttering butterfly or bird,
Can get me putting together words,
It doesn't take much I don't need a lot,
To make the most of this talent that I've got!
Was feelin random lol sorry!
Vixi Wroe, 17 (c)
You stabbed
you stabbed me
in the back
once i turned away
the frown upon
my face everyday
is from the tears
that flows down
my heart it feels
like a thousand knives
is ripping through
tearing at the interior
of my very soul
darkness flows from
my very heart
as it is being cut through
by a million knives
darkness clouding
my better judgment of life
the blood running down
my chest
staining my shirt
staining my very soul
the lifeless look
in my eyes
as my lips quiver
and my body shiver
all movement in
my eyes start
to slow
until they completely
stop
as my eyes darkness
and close
my world doing
dark
darkness consumes me
as i take
my last breath
All There Is Is You.
All There Is Is You.
All there is is You, hanging there in time and space
upon that gibbet.
All I can do is ruminate, meditate as to why Your own
Chosen People did that and to You?
Damning themselves as they did it.
Me damned if they didn't?
I wish that I had never learned to do wrong.
Following women, growing up in passions song.
But, I ask in my defense, whoever sinned alone?
If I sinned was it every day?
Even so. Was I ever sinned against yesterday.
John Francis Missett.
survival mode
I’m in survival mode
Relying on primal instincts as I walk through life with both eyes closed
Struggle is all I know
So I can’t afford to get knocked off of my feet, so I must stay upon my toes
As I strive to remain humble during my highs
While maintaining my pride during my lows
So I am forever moving forward no matter which way the wind blows
Shining and glistening, I am nitro glycerin
And I don’t mind you if you’re listening, just don’t get too close
The plot is thickening, and this is only the beginning
So I advise against trying to box me in because I just might explode
Because regardless of what direction I choose,
It seems to me, that people want to block my road
So now I am reaching for the stars, sun and moon
Like a plant ascending to heaven, I too need to grow
But many have opposed me as I have bloomed and rose
Simply because I have chosen to sew my seeds in fields the will never know
Untitled
your voice is as soothing
as the ocean's breeze
your eyes are as beautiful
as can be
your touch so soft
it makes me shiver
your kisses so deep
they make my body quiver
as your run your hands
up and down my thighs
i moan as gasp
as if surprised
i push my breasts
closer to your chest
my body aching
to feel your touch
your hands moving higher
up thighs to my ass
as you deepen our kiss
my knees getting weaker
as each second pass
in sweet bliss
you grab my ass
and lift me high
wrapping my legs
around your waist
and my arms
around your neck
your hands traveling
up my back
underneath my shirt
while you start
to kiss my neck
unsnapping my bra
biting my neck
sucking the blood
that starts to flow
you lay me down
on your bed
i took off my clothes
spreading my legs
you smirked at me
and licked your lips
moving closer to me...
My Baby
I smiled at her
Laying on my bed
Never in a million years
Would I have thought
She would be mine
My baby
Such beauty
Such curves
That beautiful brown complexion
My body yearns
To touch those curves
To run my fingers
Along them
To hear sweet music come from her
As I make love her
With my fingers
Sweet music coming from her
My love
My baby
My quitar..
Ever Lasting
A precious heart stopped beating,
To beautiful eyes now rest,
God broke my heart in pieces
To show he only takes the best.
Two working hands are empty,
Two aching feet stopped walking,
But in my memory you still live,
About you I can't stop talking.
The angels knew they needed you,
And that you wouln't go alone,
Because they also took part of me,
The day they took you home.
You will never be forgotten,
Never will you be in the past,
Because nana I love you so,
And I'll make sure your memory lasts.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (c)
'Else This Is The End
Too long its been
So far we’ve gone
To end this journey
Relinquish this bond
Our woven thread of hope
Our mutual sense of right
Has been turn has been cut
And forgotten in the night
No man be saved or killed or condemned
Not through the fallacies of humans and men
These ballads sung
And forgotten and destroyed
Vanquished through fire
Born into void
No sunlight can reach us
No darkness will fall
No man will bear truth
Not one standing tall
Our ignorance engulfs us
Our bloodied nature set free
Our bonds of faith
Our ceasing decree
It is all now lost
To be ne’er returned
By water and frost
Or by fire be burned
Too long it has been
Since peace was truly known
So far have we gone
It may never be shown
No man be saved or killed or condemned
If only self truth could sate evil men
‘Else this is the end
‘Else this is the end
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine, you say your heart has been fractured so many times you no longer perceive the pain, your emotions considered token, broken as if they’ve never mattered, busted, beaten and battered by Love’s cold souled freight train, but remember Sunshine that I’m yours and your mine on the warmest summer day or in the chill of a cold autumn rain and together we’ll weather the Demons of past wretched relationships until they are slain,
I never believed people really could laugh ‘till they cried, but you have awakened a feeling inside me I had thought long ago died, being with you happy comes easy, you never fail to please me on this rapid romantic ride for it is so simple to Love you it’s like you’ve forever been at my side, now eternally etched into my mind are your warm smile and inviting eyes,
No effort did it take to make these bonds between us that I hope never break, no pressures, no worries, no way this can be a mistake, because you are the one of my kind, the one I thought I would never find, but find you I did and it’s so goddamned sublime that when we are together there’s never enough time and from the minute that I leave you to the next moment I see you it feels like I’m committing some kind of crime,
While awaiting our next encounter I compulsively count down the hours knowing the freshness of our Love for each other will never sour, then comes the ring of my telephone carrying the sound of your voice inviting me back into your Heart, discontinuing my damning that we are at this instant apart, substituting swears with relief that I’ll soon be with you at home, Sunshine, you have rescued a very lonely Man from spending eternity alone.
MadmanINK.
Copyright ©©2007JoelBeauette
Feather
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Thank You For Visiting!
Little white feather that I do see,
Is it fate that brought you to me?
Are you my angel or are you my guide?
Walking silently by my side?
Have you malted off an angels wing?
Is it a message that you bring?
Is your long white tail where your wisdom ends?
Is it me that you have come to befriend?
Your soft gentle feel and golden shine,
Tell me that yes you are mine,
You've been sent to me for guidance and love,
A symbol of peace from those up above.
Your protection is amazing; your love is strong,
You help me through life you get me along,
I'll keep you forever locked in my heart,
That way our bond will never part.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
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I'd just settled in bed last night,
Ignored the outside landing light,
Was falling into a well needed sleep,
When suddenly heard a noise so deep.
I threw my duvet to the floor,
I was a sleepy head at this point no more,
Again it rattled throughout the house,
Surely this wasn't just a mouse.
I grabbed my slippers and slipped them on,
Looked at the clock it was half past one,
II felt more angry than I did scared,
As I headed out to the top of the stairs
All of a sudden the noise arose,
It came from the spare room but the door was closed,
I raced across; a baseball bat in toe,
What the noise was I didn't know.
I opened the door with a flash,
And soon came out an almighty crash,
The light flicked on and to my dread,
Lay my husband with an inflamed head.
He looked up at me with his eyes wide,
Tears rolled out and so he cried,
I nearly fainted at what I'd done,
I wanted to just turn around and run.
He asked me what I was thinking,
Asked me nicely if I'd been drinking,
I explained to him what I'd heard,
He looked at me with a glace so weird.
Said "I didnt hear it, I was asleep,"
Then suddenly the realisation began to creep,
The noise I'd heard was my husbad snore,
And felt guilty all the more.
Now he's having therapy,
Learning how to sleep and re trust me,
He's on tablets for his migrane,
But I bet for sure I wont hear that noise again.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (C)
"Out of Oil"
The five foolish women
huddled together
a motley crew,
like me,
like you,
in the womb,
of purple whys?
sister gloom,
and brother doom,
they sip cold tea,
nothing soothes them,
wailing,
weeping,
groaning,
moaning because the Bridegroom came
went,
He didn't know them,
their out of oil
lamps not burning,
too much becoming,
too little loving,
and the five wise women,
refused to share with them,
waiting on beloved Jesus,
they were faithful to His teaching,
kept their lamps lit just to please Him,
anointed,
humble such wise ladies,
He came and took them up with Him,
and every-time i read this scripture,
it says,
its not wise to be foolish,
seek His face,
listen for the sound of His voice,
do the right thing,
and don't run out of oil.
As You Lay In Peaceful Slumber
As you lay in peaceful quiet slumber
Let my love for you, your dreams unencumber
My love is like a woolly blanket warm
When wrapped in it you're safe from harm
When your nightmares make you fear
Just call my name and I'll be here
You make me laugh as well as really cry
Your spirit does that you don't even try
The day the test results said you were sick
You said, "Oh well Mom whens the picnic?"
You made me laugh in ways I never had
The fact that your gone makes me sad
Your wild and mischievous ways
Are what kept me going some days
Standing at your door watching you peacefully sleep
Showed me how much of my heart you would keep
Life throws us things that are very hard to understand
Some days throw us in turmoil while others are quite bland
The bland days seemed to fade away
With all you did in each and everyday
You got mad when Gennie went to preschool
Until you and I would go play in the pool
I'm glad for that special time we had
Sometimes the memories make me less sad
I wish I could still see the world through your eyes
Everything you found was such a very pleasant surprise
I miss the joy you brought to my heart
Now I fight everyday not to fall apart
Now that you sleep eternally
Its a really hard fight for me
As you lay in peaceful and eternal slumber
My dreams of you, you can not possibly number
~A Heartache~
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Nothing hurts more than a heartache
It cuts deep down to your very soul
Feeling rejected, neglected, and hurt
Wanting to run away from the pain
But you can't run from a heartache
It follows you wherever you may go
Your entire body takes on the pain
Your mind goes berserk and distorted
You can't think, can't eat, can't sleep
Everything gets all jumbled up inside
A heartache is the worse ache ever
It leaves you with an empty feeling
There is no medication for the pain
Only time can heal an aching heart
But you never forget how bad it hurt
Becky McCrary / a.k.a. ~Spirit~
Copyright © 2007 Becky McCrary
Published @
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I'm Your Place To Hide.
Your Place To Hide.
If you're lonely anytime,
And you need a good cry,
You know I'm always here,
To sheild you from your fears.
Call me day or night,
I'll come and make sure you're alright,
I can't offer you a miracle or anything magic,
But I can be a friend; my best trick.
I'll banish your tears they'll be gone,
And soon you'll see the smiling sun,
And when you cannot face the world outside,
Come to me; your place to hide.
I can always lie to you if it makes you feel better,
Tell you life can't get any worse and it wont get any wetter,
I could tell you life is always kind,
But people always leave and hearts are broken all the time.
Call me anytime you needa chat,
And I'll be there just like that,
I'll always be at your side,
Or if needed; I'll be your place to hide.
Vicki Wro, 17 (c)
Breathless
Deep shade of red draped upon the room.
My love for you, you consume.
Small beams of light shine upon my skin.
Our bodies entwined as we drink each other in
I fall back into your embrace.
For my heart it does race.
Holding on to each other like this is our last day.
Making love to each other come what may.
We move to the rhythm of our beating hearts.
Oh you know how to touch just the right parts.
Our mind and body are one in the same.
This heated love affair, heated with a burning flame.
As we fall from the bed to the floor,
I scream out your name to give me more.
Sweet pleasure rises and runs through me.
My climax is soon to be.
As we move with each other to reach our peak,
The awesome pleasure comes, for which we do seek.
Our bodies fall breathless into each other.
This pleasure we found is like no other.
By
Monica
Lee
Tucker
June 4, 2007
an emergent emergency WAS TRYING TO BOARD THE LEADER SHIP
IN Intuition Nation the peeps began
to suspect that the wunderkinder, that
violet kidlet who was way ahead of the
curve --having been sent on a mission,
was trying to access the mind of
the mushers,
treating us like dogs, our god-stuff
being spent to maintain a status quo
only a mother could love...
Big Mister Numero Uno
started the standard pontification:
GIVE UP/GIVE IN/ GO ALONG to GET ALONG
but it couldn't cover up that uneasy
feeling we had that His Bulk wasn't
allowing any new information
to fly right in formation...
Wouldn't the system back up,
like that of the freakin communist
who had tried to frenetically
flush and flush and flush
the new god-stuff until
his place earned
the trophy for entropy?
Wood nut?
SIR DANCER ANEW 6/6/7
to you
I didn’t know the pain I caused,
The sleepless nights,
And pain,
I thought that came naturally,
Who knew touching another mans hand,
Could ruin my whole world,
I really did love you,
And I believe you loved me too,
So please,
I want you to understand that,
I just cant be me without you.
God Speaks Quietly
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Have you ever heard a quite voice
Deep within your soul
A voice so soft that it calmed
Your fears
It comes in times of trouble
When things seem so grim
Other times it comes
For no reason
But that He is always near
God talks to us
In a way we will understand
Sometimes He gives us answers
Which we desperately seek
Other times He gives us words to speak
When we are confused
Not knowing what to do
Or which way to go
Then before you know it
The answer is right before you
Not only does God speak to us
In His still quiet voice
He actively moves to
Accomplish His will
And gives us a reason to rejoice
That soft calm voice
Has given me peace
Each time I ‘m
Overwhelmed with fear
And when I listen closely
He always speaks the words
I need to hear
And when I find myself
In trouble
He always hears my
Unspoken plea
He comes and sits things right
His perfect will
I’m able to see
There is peace inside my soul
No matter what might happen
There is one thing I’m certain of
I’ve heard the quiet voice of God
Assuring me of His Love
©Tamie Roth
5/26/07
in love with you
In love with you,
It gets me through,
I understand that maybe,
We fight,
But no matter what we go through I will always love you,
We can get through bad haircuts,
Other guys,
Other girls,
Being grounded,
Making mistakes,
Taking those really long breaks,
We’ve made it through a lot of things,
But we are still in love,
Aren’t we?
No Drama
It’s nice to meet you
Oh, so nice to have you
Been searching for you
All life long
Didn’t know where you fit in my life
Or where you’d belong
I am living with no distractions or drama
Let God get my enemies with karma
Seems the more money you make, more people you know
The more problems, more drama
No Drama
It’s nice to meet you
Oh, so nice to have you
Been searching for you
All life long
Didn’t know where you fit in my life
Or where you’d belong
I am living with no distractions or drama
Let God get my enemies with karma
Seems the more money you make, more people you know
The more problems, more drama
Natures Beauty
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The world is such a beautiful place
If only one would take the time
To sit down and enjoy it
To listen to the babbling brook
As the water flows day and night
It may have started
At the top of a mountain
And worked its way to the valley
Imagine the animals that
Have drank from its cool waters
The mysteries of the waterfall
Can you hear its call
As it kisses the rocks with love
Upon the banks flowers
Bloom for all to see
And the sweet perfume
Touches your senses
Listen closely as the birds sing
Can you hear the
Honey and bumblebees
The forest nourished by the stream
Tells the seasons one from another
This stream so powerful
And soothing to the soul
As it ripples upon the rocks
And soft moss upon
The forest floor
Shadows dance through
The foliage so green
With beauty to share
The wind blows softly
Through your hair
As the leaves quietly chant
Can you hear the cooing
Of the morning dove
As the shadows
Toy with the beauty you see
Watch the flowers as they
Sway in the delicate breeze
Look upon the beauty God has made
Come and look at this beauty so rare
Share a moment with someone special
So take the time to sit and enjoy
Before its to late
The decision is up to you
©Tamie Roth
5-28-07
The Fairies Garden
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Stepping amongst the bloom
Beware for they are fairy homes
Hidden near the ground
You’ll find tiny colonies
Throughout the colorful Four O’clock
The buds are as tall as trees
Fairies rest within the shade
Perched upon the rocks
Queen Anne’s Lace shimmering white
Blooms plucked in the morning light
Make beautiful sliver thread
For gorgeous wedding gowns
And veils to cover lovely blond curls
Baby fairies so sweet and small
Asleep upon clover leaves
With babies breathe as pillows
Leaves fall upon the stream
Making great canoes
For a divine moonlit night
As the moon rays kiss the gentle flow
Twinkling fairy dust
Falls upon the night
As it softly falls upon
The glimmering dew drops
So when you’re walking through
The garden of abundant color
Remember what I have said
And if you hear a tiny sound
Quickly look down
You just might get a glimpse
Of golden wings of faint footprints
Within your garden today
©Tamie Roth
5-28-07
Gifts from God
Gifts from God are wonderful
Gifts from God are joyful
Gifts from God cab sometimes be painful
but a gift from him is a gift to learn
From what life is about and what you can withstand
Gifts from God come in many shapes and sizes and kinds
So watch and count how many gifts u see every day
that God gave to you and me
Never
Never
The word hovers over me
Like a storm cloud
In a blue sky
I cannot accept
The pain I feel
It is not me
It will never be me
Tears are a sign of giving up
Tears show when you stop hoping
Stop wishing
I will never cry
My dreams will never die.
Masks
You say I can't be fixed
But you're the one who's mixed
You try to make me be
Someone who isn't me
I'm not the girl you see
That girl is not me
I'm hidden behind a mask
But all you need to do is ask
I will remove the mask for you
So you can see me true
But you will not like what you see
The real me.
this was an assignment so it sux, but it'll be better when i revise more.
He's my life
I'm a daughter, sister, mother and a wife
and I have the greatest man ever known in my life
his name is Jesus Christ....His love enthralls me
I'd never been love so unconditionally....Jesus touched my
soul and set me free...He unattached me from my deep depression
and relieved me out of my misery....He's my miracle, my personal
guiding light, and inside of my heart it shines so bright..
so many times I've fallen, and he was right there, to lift
me above grounds....I've been broken, shattered and torn..
but when Jesus enter into my life, I was healed, my heart
was reborn...and my soul yearns for him...every sec, min,
every hour...Jesus is like a rose my precious priceless blooming
flower...He holds all power in his hands..for Jesus, I will forever stand
I'm so addicted to Jesus, till Satan tried to give me patch..
But Satan is no match against Christ...no matter what that old
devil said, I was not about to accept his wicked advice...cause in
the deepest part of my heart, lives my protector, Jesus Christ...
I've contemplative in my mind more than a thousands times
how would I say thank you to Jesus for saving my life
I dedicate my soul to you, Jesus you're the only one who
help me through, and I realized I am nothing without you..
I'm thirsty every day for your words of wisdom and grace
with you I can withstand any obstacle that moves in my way..
I am enjoying this peaceful journey with you by my side...
thank you Jesus for giving me a better life...
Robin
A robin's feathers
Sway in the October breeze
Far away, dogs bark
Dark Hair (double haiku)
Her smile fades out
Left an empty light
No reason to shine
Sadness in her eyes
Shines even through her dark hair
Black cloths hiding her
Bleeding Words
The words spill out in a fury
Like blood from a gushing wound
That doesn't stop
The blood spills too fast
You trip over your tongue
And the words come out wrong
The words spill out in anger
You don't mean them
But it's too late
You see the sad look in their eyes
And try to take it all back
But it's too late
You're alone again...
It's Not Me
I'm what you want me to be
I'm not what everyone sees
I'm not sure what you see
But look at me?
Do you think that's me?
You see a girl
Happy and bright
I see a girl
But a much worse sight
Pain made the scars
In her wrists and hands
All alone
No one to understand...
perfect day
this morning i stepped outside
and felt the earth awake
with all her beauty she unfolds
a rare day to be told
as the wind roams through
fresh scents of amazing blooms
today she sings a new tune
echos i find of her unrelenting time
a hint of chill i love to feel
flowering seeds pop up as if it were spring
as her essence begins to emerge
displaying colors unknown
as few could only understand
appreciating from a distance untouched by man
she spreads her wings
whispering from the trees
a majestic show reciting art
as her clouds appear to be sketched
just so, as if it were planned before
allowing the sun to barely peek through
therefore creating the perfect day
4 years ago
man 4 years have flew so fast
and still im stuck with the past
on the outside, im shinning
on the inside, im just dying
how can i still feel like this
this feeling used to be so bliss
oh how i love him so much
every second of the day im waiting to feel his touch!
dreams, dreams, dreams!
i still wish for him one day to walk through that door
and tell me that he loves me forever more
FOUR WHOLE YEARS
JUST FULL OF POINTLESS TEARS
how did i fall?
i havn't gotton over him atall
nobody understands me
and everything i wanted us to be
at first i didnt think it was real
but still i said i deal
and from that day on
ive never forgotton
just a guy
i just want a guy who wants me
a guy who loves me
someone to hold
someone to hug
someone to kiss
maybe it could be bliss
im always alone
its not like i want a guy to own
im one of those girls....
whos truthful
whos honest
who just wanna be loved
i go for personality not looks
no i don't ready many books
i want a guy to call mine
i don't need to wine n dine
A Year Ago
It has been a year since you went away
But it seems like only yesterday
Our hearts they’re still so sore
Since you life became no more
You can’t imagine all the pain
Our loss of you, we bare the blame
You left behind for us
Our love for you please trust
I can’t explain the way I feel
Everything still seems unreal
We think some day you will come home
Never again to feel alone
We know you can’t, you’re gone for good
Wishing we would have done what we should
Missing you for the rest of our lives
Only meeting again when we finally die
I want to tell you how much you’re loved
And will always be, in your heaven above
Copyright © 2007 S.M. Wolf
*****For this poem, I just wrote it. My cousin actually passed away on the 24th of this month, but the poem just popped into my head. Wow, I can't believe it's been a year already. It doesn't seem like it's been that long at all. I still miss him so very much, and I think I always will.
IN TIMES
Comfort in times of need...with daily blessings
to come indeed,For warnings shall come for us to
take heed,In times to come to be thankful for your
seed.
Love one another then praise His name to rid the
pain,Or in times when we faulter His wrath we may
feel..Yes indeed.
Though He loves us from above...Our hearts can mend
for it comes from Him in time to heal,In times,In times.
Lord Jesus loves to comfort and heal as long as we keep
the faith and believe in Him by being real!!!!!!
alone
im scared of being alone all my life
nobody to make me a wife
im 16 years old
and love is still cold
i sit here and cry
wishing to die
i had one decent guy
but even that was a lie
i swear it's gonna be like this forever
im not selfish, neva!
lord ive been alright
learnt from wrong to right
these years goin so fast
i made up for all that i did in the past
why wont you let me be happy
lord i dont mean to be snappy
why i be punished for nothing
so god hear me sing
i wanna make something of me
so just let me be
i wanna have love
as beautiful as a dove
Roots. (M.P.Bridger)
I noticed those windows
Staring at me like sad eyes,
Eyes that seemed to flicker with recognition.
The house appeared to know
That I was of that same stock
That had ploughed the land around it,
That had lived,loved and died within its walls
For three centuries.
I stood pondering at the red brick walls
That had witnessed so much tragedy,
Sitting squatly in acres of lush green,
In a shallow screened by rolling hills,
Facing a track seldom walked.
The cream faded photograph of the farm
In high summer seemed to come alive in my hand.
Comparing it with the original there was little changed
Save the two Alsatians barring the gateway
Preventing me from going nearer
And indicating new faces on the farm,
Unknowing, uninterested.
The people in that old picture,
The girls in their sunday frocks,
The men in their Boaters,
Have long since gone.
Along with them went the farm
Slipping from our time-cracked hands.
I felt warm with emotion
At having seen where our roots began
And sad to think our people here have died out.
Happily the sadness evaporated
As I trudged back along that track,
Having realised that they didn't die out
For I have them in my heart.
empty
i dont wanna feel like this no more
just waiting for you to come through that door
man im empty inside!
theres no heart left inside of me
not like there should be
boy you really ruined me!
i see u smillin and laughing like you don't remember
but if you dig deep inside to the 2003 december
maybe? just maybe you might remember
~GodsGift~
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grew old,
He made her smle of sunshine,
And moulded her heart of pure gold,
He gave her eyes like bright shining stas,
Her cheeks like red roses too,
To her he gave the gift of a son,
And that wonderful mother to you.....
i want you now!
i want you now
i don't care how
i'll sing you a song
and you'r never be wrong
i believe in you and me
please don't say no say maybe
ive limetted time
to make you mine
our love could be bliss
you no everyday you'r the one i miss
you'r making me feel so blue
coz you no i love you
I am...
I am...
As if a distant sun
Longing to see
Its light reflected
In the depth
Of your eyes
I am...
As if a distant moon
Longing to feel
Its sweet pull
In each move
You will make
Love,
I am...
This distance
This closeness
I am ...simply the space
Holding you near!
© Sylvie Giroux 2007
who i am
i aint no girl with her pretty lil curls
and her shiney lil pearls!
im nowhere near perfect
so that's something you gotta accept!
i have dark blonde hair
if you wanna stare!
i see through green eyes
which shows no lies!
im 5 foot three
if you wanna be wiv me!
Following
Don't lie, don't cry, don't give up, don't try.
We're told so many things
That we can't say or do,
But if you follow what they say,
Is the person living your life really you?
Be happy, never be sad, for what we give you, always be glad.
Told we've got it so good from them,
Giving everything you want,
But is that what you live for? Material things,
Well I can assure you that I don't.
Do this, do that, don't be skinny, don't be fat.
This world has come to something terrible,
Living the same lives as each other,
Because of what we're "supposed" to do,
From government, teachers, father, mother.
Follow rules, follow laws, follow us, follow our cause.
We're told so many things
That we can't say or do,
But if you follow what they say,
Is the person living your life really you?
I won't follow.
just a dream
day dreamin
about reminisin
looking into your eyes
there be no goodbyes
i no im being stupid
but this is cupid
i wanna be the one to hold your hand
and share your promised land
i wanna be the one to
call u my boo
babie i can love you
and share your life too
What am I
What Am I
What Am I?
i am a strong,black,
beautiful girl
that has dreams
of seeing the world
Who Am I?
i am a girl
who's begining was tuff
i went through a lot of stuff
i want to do somethings so
enough is enough
Who Am I?
i am sensitive,polite
and gracious like a dove
i have been sent to help you
like an angel from above
Frozen Fire
Frozen fire
Wanting to break free
Blazing inside
But all his hidden
Deep beneath the ice
Looks like a small ice cube
In a tray with others
Waiting to be popped out
To let melt
To let the fire out
Basking in your sun
Traveling…within my own heart
Lead me to find…One
One to be
One to love
Then,
On the golden paths
Of immortality
I met you
Once again,
Your so sweet voice
Embracing my soul
Once again.
As I lay in the sand
I let myself bask tenderly
Into the sunny you
I remember quite vividly
That I have
Always loved you
Leaping…with you in embrace
I let go of me
And become one…
One to love
Then,
For just a moment
A brief holy instant
We melt
Once again,
Becoming all
Once again,
Stars and moons
Dancing within
We let ourselves bask suddenly
Into the simple truth
That remembrance brings vividly
We have always been
The Love that shines through
© Sylvie Giroux 2003
The Struggle
Suffocating, black and dark,
The forest of problems surrounds you.
Trapping you, hitting you, out to get you,
You can see the light but problems won't let you through.
Smothering, never-ending, scary and sharp,
You try and try, but you can't seem to settle.
Love is a thorn, work is a spike, people are poison ivy,
Life is just that which you lie in, the sharp bed of nettles.
Running, getting nowhere fast, struggling on,
The forest of life still chasing you,
Killing you, haunting you, never giving up,
You just don't know what you're gonna do.
Tripping, stinging, bleeding and cut,
You lie there overpowered as the forest begins to smother,
You scream, cry and breathe a sigh of relief,
As you lie motionless and the struggle is over.
Who we are
A single breath...
Breathed along my neck
Moves the whole of me...
As if you were the wind
And I, a rose
A gentle touch
Spread along my body
Bends the whole of me
As if you were the sculptor
And I, the clay
A simple stroke
Drawn along my soul
Colors the whole of me
As if you were the artist
And I, your sheet.
A single kiss
Placed upon my lips
Burns the whole of me
As if you were the fire
and I, the wood.
This is who we are...
© Sylvie Giroux 2004
A home full of strangers.
This place is not a home
A place where i feel so alone
I cant stand the stress and my mind is such a mess
These feelings only seem to confess that i do not belong here
I do not belong in this place where all i feel is constant fear
the yelling, the cursing, the throwing, the fussing
all i have left of my feelings are nothing.
Emotionless,careless, and tired.
I'm sick of being lied to
I'm sick of being used
I'm sick of being verbally abused
I'm sick of calling these people family when they know nothing about me
When they mean nothing to me.
And don't get me wrong,
I understand its normal to have your up's and down's
But I'm so tired of this meaningless frown
I'm tired of being around these fake clowns
I'm fed up with the misery
and done with the rivalry
I'm done with the lies
and done with the cries
The cries to just be heard.
So I've given up
My best has never been good enough
My dreams Will go nowhere
they'll stay in my head
I don't care enough to get out of my chained bed
And it just doesn't matter how much I've said
Ive permanently got this screwed up head
These screwed up memories
This screwed up family
I can only imagine because I can't bare to watch
I can only imagine
The sound of her breaking her.
Cracking and splitting
Pieces onto pavement.
I can only imagine
The sound of her heart pieces
Falling on the ground, sounding
Similar to glass.
I can only imagine
The way she watches it happen.
Letting words wound her,
Letting evil break her apart.
I can only imagine
The process in which she'll heal.
Picking the dirty pieces
And stabbing them into her chest.
I can only imagine
The amount of tears she'll shed,
Hours of sobbing and
Blaming god for her mistakes.
I can only imagine
The harm she'll want to do
To herself, unimaginable acts
Of poorly planned mutilation.
I can only imagine
What everyone else will think
As she walks on by, a
Self created scar upon humanity.
I can only imagine
Her black hole nightmares.
The stumbling about, the
Promise of a death that will not come.
I can only imagine,
And even that's too much.
April 12th, 2007
Suge
Oh yeah, like you're the first coke head I've ever loved
Hey you! Come here,
With those pretty blue eyes
Come here,
Come sit beside me,
But not too close.
It's not like that...
Anymore.
Come sit here,
And indulge my urge to chat.
We can talk about
Anything (everything AND nothing, BONUS!)
But we cannot talk about
The "us" that never was.
Let's dissect the "us" we suddenly
Find ourselves being (addicts to self destruction).
Let's play doctor
I'll be the shrink
Tell me everything!
(except that you never loved me).
Make up conquests
Journey's, thought processes,
Ideas, jokes, emotional attachments,
Girlfriends, heartaches,
Struggles, the fear of letting go,
Reasons you cry, lust.
But first,
You must make up with me.
I've stood in line
Long enough for an apology.
After all,
You stole my heart and sold it for coke.
April 12th 2007
Suge
But Not At All
I've been blistered before,
Not by your words but by
Your actions.
I've felt your kind of taint before.
So sweet,
I fall into a diabetic coma,
Yet, so sour,
My jaw aches from clenching.
You are a major,
The constant thought in my cranium.
But you were also minor,
You kept getting away.
I sloshed you around in my head
Until I was sure you
Had drowned in my thoughts
But I ended up
Overdosing on you and now,
The mention of your name
Puts anxiety in my belly
And fills my spine with cold.
I had you,
But not at all.
April 16, 2007
Suge
Hard: On
Much like an erection,
You don't stand tall for long.
Softened and weak,
You lay in defeat,
Pondering the next conquest
Of which I am not
A part of.
I don't cry for you anymore.
(yes I do)
April 16, 2007
Suge
Cold Sore
Stiff and blank
Like new pages,
Like almost nothing.
Falling off,
Not bothering
To pick myself up,
Just wallowing
In dirt, on a
Ground colder than
Your heart.
Listening to crickets
Make their song
While sadness rules
My heart.
Tears glistening off
Riddles of
Rainwater gathered
In despair.
Indicative of bigger
Things, sighing
In smallness
While severed scents
Roam around inside
The deeper parts of me.
Wouldn't a knife
Just kill her, no
Quicker than a gun.
And here we wait
In the mourning
Of dead silence,
Poking and prodding,
Guiding her back
From death,
Into an alternative
Reality where this
Moment ends,
And insanity
Picks itself up
Dusts itself off to
A mariachi band
And stumbles into
The light with a
Cigarette in one hand,
A fistful of neglect
In the other,
Just begging to be thrown.
April 22nd, 2007
Suge
Tattered and Faded
I saw you today as you passed over the bridge
No maybe not, just a memory a shadow a lost tear
I smelled your cologne on my pillow case
Or was it my own fading into the essence of where you were
My heart was almost healed until that music played
The tracks of tear stains finally gone from my face
Now they return when I saw that old denim jacket
Rose petals in a faded envelope fell upon my floor
Tattered ribbon from the homecoming frayed and ripped
A piece of paper that once held your words
Soft and faded now from the years of being read again and again
Go now memories forever let me be
Go with him to where ever he is and leave me in peace
Chains
Chains / chains
So many chains
Heavy are the chains that bind me
So heavy that they weight me down
I would be free / if it were not for
The shackles to which I'm bound
Tight is their grip / never do they slip
I've been a prisoner all of my life / and I long to be free
Free / for all the years that remain
Free from my fears / forever freed from my chains
Poet & Lyricist: Ismail Ali Adib
An Ode to the One I Love
From the topmost point of your hair
Down to your tiptoes,
Makes you
Lovable. Yes you are, you really are.
You are you, which make you so.
I love to touch your crown
That tells me that you’re the queen – that
Deserves to be served with most excellence.
Eyes that makes mine blind is what you have.
Like a diamond in a ring, it shows off.
Soft as cotton, is your lips,
And I could die with the sweet as syrup words you say.
With one kiss, you take my breath away.
When I’m next to you, lying cheek to cheek
Unending smile curves out my face.
Your stunning beauty reminds me that life is short,
So I would love you longer than I live.
With one blow to your shoulder,
I’ll see your skin shiver most likely the way I do.
You hands are smooth and they soothe
My heart when it’s untamed.
A heartbeat of yours reminds me how you feel.
More than the words you speak, your heart says so.
Like a pillow your tummy is - I like to hug all night.
It’s still, it’s soft, and it’s comforting. – you
Make me feel so protected from the cruel world.
Like talc, your legs are. It feels so good
Pressing my face next to these talc-like legs.
Even your feet, when you walk, tell me
That I am special to you – thank you.
I can kiss your feet just to let you feel how much you are loved.
Everything you are and everything you have
Is lovable and appreciated, respected and valued by me.
Take my hand, take my heart – It’s yours
And I’ll make you feel that
You
You
You
No one but you is the one I love.
Your going to Hell
I put a mile to hide the pain
Since that day I wasn't the same
You took advantage of how innocent I was
It hurt back then and it still does
Thirteen years later and I still cry
Thirteen years later I still want to die
I was so young no older than three
So young, so little, and so damn naive
I can still remember that night it's so clear
To think to my family you were someone so dear
You know the sad part is that we weren't even alone
Your wife was right there and she didn't even reach for the phone
To call the cops, my mom, or my dad
No, instead she told me "What he's doing's not bad."
She told me to trust you, that you wouldn't hurt me
But she lied, you scarred me emotionally
I could still feel your hands all over my body
"Let me do this to you, or I'll tell your mom you were naughty."
How can someone that preaches of God do something so wrong?
How can you hurt a child and the next day pray for sins that others have done?
I haven't told anyone not one single soul
But thinking I should have, and let everyone know
The kind of man you truly are
The kind of person that has me scarred
All families trusted you and so did I
Not knowing later I'd be wishing that I could die
How sad almost fourteen years later, I can still remember that night
I should of gone with my instincts and put up a fight
I remember both of you telling me never to tell
I didn't and I won't but you'll both burn in Hell
hang the cross upside down
She's daggers and ditches,
Rubbing salt in wounds and
Spraying her ugly words all
Over the folk who pass her by.
She's death and dissolving,
Terribly trite, a foul of
Emotion left bittering in the
Wind of a colder summer skin.
She's all yes's and no's,
Deliverance in a red and black
Dress with matching heels and purse,
For which disaster resides.
When words needed speaking,
She spoke them, with the taint
Of religion, the taint of god.
She wore rosaries to the rave.
She snorted coke off of the
"I Love Jesus" picture.
She drank the wine with a
Placebo of truth and OD'd
On the blood of christ, plus
Several pills deemed useless.
What a mess, in a dress of
Catholicism, foaming at the
Mouth and sticking the knife
Deeper through the slit.
She came, she orgasmed
At the sight of blood and I
Sat by, in idle despair,
Nearly aroused by the blood
That pooled around her.
I WANT TO BE HER.
But I was me, a poor version
Of nothing great, a heap
Of silent thought never to be
Uttered to her betters.
She was all wretching and fevers,
Until she dyed and became nothing at all.
Cause of death? Existence.
Her death, much expected and,
Dare I say it, wanted, needed,
Lusted over her slit wrists I
Did, until the blood infiltrated
My nostrils and suffocates me.
When she died, she took me with her.
june 6, 2007
The Demon Within
I dwell within you
i live in the darkness
that surrounds your heart
i feed on your fears
i take when you give
i rise when you fall
i am the voice inside
i will not be ignored
I am the demon within
I am always there
i will always be there
i am the fear inside you
i am your every realization
i haunt your dreams
i am your everyday
I am the demon within
I stand for you
i am within
i live through you
in the end i am you
you can not escape me
i will not fade
i can not be forgotten
I am the demon within
I am your saddness
i am the depression
i cause the despair
i destroy the happiness
i keep you alone
i am the only company
i am the cause of your tears
you can not escape the truth
I am the demon within
I am the pain you feel
you see no future
i see a new life
my pain is now yours
you feel what i see
you can not escape me
the pain inside is deep
it is forever
i am forever
I am the demon within
my chant
i am as the sun at your request
torched, spreading across
your brave new land
melting onto your flesh
when your passion calls
burning faster, euphoria brings out
your wandering soul at it's best
pleading eagerly to rise above
the persistence of your spoken quest
laced on the tip, my liquid
your tongue slivers into my chant
verses touched, to not be undone...
but exposed to that of which you desire most
confusion i.e. one of these things is not like the other
Sometimes,
And I use that word lightly,
I have to close my eyes when talking to you,
For reading lips in the dark is more calming,
More normal than forcing myself to understand
The faces you make when you run out
Of words to throw at me.
What a silent, gentle tool you've become!
How delightful!
The manner in which
You present yourself mirrors
Clowns feigning hurt at a circus.
How appropriate, your act that
Reigns disgust upon me, am I to pity you?
I have knives to sharpen,
Skin to slit,
Veins to severe as well as relationships so please,
Spit that garbage from your mouth and let's move on shall we?
I have to commit murder upon the self
And it's harder to do with those tears sliding from your eyes.
june 6, 2007
China biers with stones--cauchy3
China bier stones…
Control chances the change on paces.
Feel you best my moneys spin.
Cranny come to arches as sacked.
Order 23 give no CGI on bins.
Licit kissing licks the shapes.
Lying men depend on camps.
Lie in throats to deem our apples.
Lie in throats and call with AMP.
Evils watts are China ways.
Stop by OHMS the biers with stones.
Maoism rest and stop our asses.
Logged with powers leader loges!
---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------
Forever.
I'm sick of this beer
And this place "here" is never actually near
You missed the obvious sign
When i was choking on my words
Trying to explain i was fine
Forever is here, Forever is now
But how?
How do i know forever?
Forever is nothing more than when we die
And that is the end of forever
And I'm already dead
Don't get me wrong, I heard everything you said
But its been said so many times
Its been promised so many times
How do i know this time is for real?
How do i know you'll make these wounds heal?
You remind me of someone familiar
Who once promised me "forever"
"shackled"
behind ivy covered walls, heat waves dance upon the horizon calling the mystical shadows to appear
a face peers through the ebony curtain that is the night at noon
one moment a cool reflection of the oasis, the next sand djinn dance on the heated hem of the scorched dunes
the sparkling edge of the double edged sword, liquid in its transparency yet as hard as the sound of deafness falling upon the ear of the screaming silence
touch then wrap your weighty chains about her loins encircling them and shackling her to your shadow
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
3jun07
copyright © 2007
Unknown
My heart now aches
While my chest takes
Another solid blow
To learn of things
Another sings
Of what I didn't know
Trust for me
Is hard to see
Abandoned at every turn
And when every dream
Does always seem
To fail me with a burn
Where then should I go...
To my private solitude
Where my heart subdued
Leaves me all alone
Or to chase the stars
Chance new scars
I wish were never sewn
Now I'm lost again
And need direction
To lead me from this pain
For risking once more
A wide open door
May leave me quite insane
As answers remain unknown
§
Trying To Sleep (M.P.Bridger)
Smothered by darkness I am helpless.
Sleep proves elusive. It's 2a.m.
My eyes are jammed open,refusing to close.
Electricity zig-zags through my brain.
Thoughts entwine like tangled clothes in a heap.
Overlapping,tripping over each other,
Clammering for the reward of consideration.
The body screams SLEEP!
Eyes burn wearily in their sockets.
Two red-edged spheres of pain adding
Their demands for rest to the protest.
The barain's not listening.
It reaffirms determination to stay awake
By sifting facts and fantasies.
The body plays the trump card
By stuffing cotton wool behind the eyes,
Lining the brain with more of the same.
The body reclines smugly,awaiting the inevitable fog
That will cloud the brain and shut it down.
The brain won't be caught out.
It has knowledge of the body's weaknesses.
Electricity pulses,creating fantasies of a baser nature,
Sending messages of a cruder nature,
To that very stem of nature...
The body reluctant, rushes blood to its destination.
A familiar journey unfolds.
The brain now complacently smug
Turns its consideration to other matters,
Not noticing sleep gently whispering.
Six a.m. The clock screams its presence.
The brain screams back in childish petulance
But it is too late.
Deprived of sleep the weary body rises.
Hoping earnestly that tonight the brain will switch off
Or perhaps another battle of wils will commence.
Only time and darkness will tell.
Waterfall
My love is like a waterfall,
everytime i think of you i feel as if
i can never stop falling
Given Time. (M.P.Bridger)
Time has given me chances to escape.
Time has let me off the hook more than once.
Time seems to be my friend
Then will run out on me
Just when I'm enjoying myself.
Time has dragged its heels behind me
While I'm working in the rain
Or has dashed ahead of me
While I'm stuck in the glare of traffic lights.
Time has wearied my sparkling eyes.
Time has started pulling out my hair.
Time will forgive my sins.....eventually.
Time has gently pieced together
A heart broken a thousand times.
Time has wiped away my tears.
Time has calmed my fears in the night
By hurrying the dawn to my bloodshot eyes.
So for now time is my friend.
Time has done so much for me
Though I'm ashamed to say that with time
I have done so little...
How can you
How can you go on day by day
Knowing that you feel that way
Loving me with no words said
Yet wishing I was dead
You say that you're scared of...
You say that you're scared of...
You say that you're scared of...
the power i have over you
the fact that my thought counts
the way i look at you
the thoughts when no ones around
You have so many walls up
You have so many bars
You say that it means nothing
You bind up your own heart
I ask you now why do i try?
I live knowing I love you now
I live knowing I will till i die
How can you
How can you
How can you
Why?
My Heart
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Paint it in black,
or in deep blue,
the red will outshine,
my love that's true.
An outline in pink
an aura of true white,
a ticking in tune,
an invisible sight.
A touch of green,
colored in sweet spirit,
a brushed melody,
if only you'd hear it.
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#8 - THE MAGICAL CREATURES BALL
With the potions prepared
and the magic spells in tact.
They proceeded on their journey
wondering how the goblins would act.
The atmosphere was so thick
you could cut it with a knife.
They couldn't fathom living there
and would rather die, then live this life...
The Queen told everyone
to sing with all their might!
Stating this was the only way
they would make it through this night...
Ahead was the Castle they had to reach
but for tonight they would huddle together.
The howling and screaming sounds of the night
was apart from the thunderous weather...
As if in a trance, Candice told them
to repeat the words she would say.
That in order to enter this castle,
ancient words must be recited this way...
"Repeat After Me....."
"Oh Holy and Great One
Our destiny is finally here.
Please protect us from all evil
as not to stumble in fear."
"Lead us and guide us
through the depths of despair.
Our spirits must now unite
To destroy this demons lair!"
June 5th 2007
Copyright@WrittenBylucky90250
SEE ANKLESCAR FOR PART 9
Eponoh
With an anagramed phrase
His fate is sealed.
By what he is named
His true nature is revealed.
Depressed and alone,
For him all is lost.
When he passes his reflection,
He is reminded of his name's cost.
His eyes are hollow,
His face made of stone,
By himself he must confront
Demons of an evil world unknown.
With a daggar in his hand
And a sword by his side,
Hatred for the world he walks
Fills his every stride.
Used by others every day
Thought of only as a tool
No one cares for him at all
They all think him a fool.
His anger grows
And remains contained
He vowed to kill everyone
Who he didn't would live in pain.
He slew all he came across
Every lady, child, and man.
None were safe from his blade
Weilded by his mind lost hand.
Many lives were lost
To his hated blade
None but him will be remembered
He bears not the curse to fade.
Outrage swept through the land
After an innocent village he ramapaged.
Tens of thousands dead from him.
The villagers cry that he be caged.
Finally, they catch the fiend.
O how many hours did they conspire.
And now he is gone. Only ash remains.
All else of him consumed by fire.
Many millennia since that day have passed
And his story all should know.
Everyone must be told
Of the cursed one - Eponoh.
Journey
I want to have a journey,
to a place were i can have time alone,
a place just to relax,
no sorrow no agany no problems at all,
i want to have a journey
to a place where there is life.
Nova
Hair the color of blood and flame
Eyes such a deep watery blue
And her skin a pale snowy hue
She is inspiration without fame.
She is my inspiration, my fiery muse
She is half my heart and half my mind
No spells do the two of us bind
Against her will I will never her use.
Born under the shine of the new flower
Under what the planet Mars does desire
Embodying the element of fire
Born on the year's first hour.
Nova is what she answers to
Her true name, the one of power
The one of stars and the flower
Is known only to a few.
I owe my writing to my red haired muse
For if she did not inspire me
Pen and book would useless be.
To give her up, I do refuse.
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Just a poem dedicated to my muse. Gods I love her. She is so fun. Except when she torments me. But, I wouldn't trade her for the world.
#7- THE MAGICAL CREATURES BALL
A prophecy was foretold a long time ago
And since we’ve waited for signs to show,
The first was your Grandmother Candice
The second your mother left one last piece.
You are the third child and complete the set
Now just the prophecy’s terms are to be met.
This was sung as a song as they travelled
Still there was much to be unravelled,
As into darker lands they soon would walk
Then there would be no more time to talk.
So in a last glade the group all sat down to rest
Before they faced the final test,
Grandmother called for quiet as a story she told
Of why Candice’s father the goblins did hold.
You see child they know that you are the key
To all the prophecy says in time will be,
Their dark hearts were long ago turned away
From all other creatures that love displayed.
In the darkness they plot to destroy all hope
After some demon once to them had spoke,
Now they fear you and know you herald change
Their defence is to keep your father bound in chains.
Fear not though my dear child they will not win
And as for your father, no harm will come to him,
All we need is a lock of your hair and a tear
You mother and me will give the same my dear.
With potions and magic spells we will then mix
In time all our troubles will no longer exist,
Now we rest before the coming of the dawn
We will cross into their lands sometime in the morn.
BY CHRIS VAUGHN 05/06/2007
See Lucky90250 FOR PART 8
i miss you
Im miss you,
i miss the way you used to smile,
i want to see you even if i have to run a mile,
i miss you.
~Kiss Hate Goodbye©
USA-these letters hang so tried and true,
for they stand for the red,white and blue.
And each night as we lay down to rest,
may we be safe..................God Bless!
And if the heart of our nation is broken in two,
with one spiritual seal we'll be good as new!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~
~The House That Heart Built©
A house stands inside four walls,
but a home lives within your heart so true.
If this house should ever fall,
it would take with it a part of you.
A home is not just a place to live,
for it becomes a friend in time of despair.
It has so much love to give,
and so much comfort to share.
You would have to search near and far,
to find a friend such as mine.
For i feel just like a star,
living on hollywood and vine!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~
Midnight Madness Beyond the Door
A look into the irrational subconscious mind a darker state of affairs
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Mind-Mangler
I’m hidden in your subliminal mind
Lusting waiting biding my time
To take total complete control of you
In the offing for my chance to sneak through
Breaking your cognizant chains that bind
Seeding my disease to your conscious mind
Yes!" yes" you’ve tasted the lunacy of my madness
The sweet aroma of that lost empty longing sadness
Feel that pinch of fear you barley see that I am real
Given just one weak link and your chosen mind I’ll steal
With each crushing defeat your wretchedness your pain
Loosens my manacles and deteriorates the chain
There is but one mine enemy who can hold me at bay
Yet why, my lost in obscurity child would you pray
To the divinity of your choice that refuses, to hear
While emotion lay bleeding, he turns a deaf ear
I but I, you know me, I’m as you are we are the same
Though you refuse to see, still you recognize my given name
Say it and I shall calm your suffering and relieve your pain
Utter my name damn you declare it! Release these chains
You really think you have the strength of character to constrain me
To keep me lock away now, now what foolishness could this be?
I’ve been around longer than your worthless insignificant kind
Know this remember, I am always there in the back of your mind
Copyright Taylor Crain ~ 2005 ~
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#0016
Beyond Redemption
Would not stand to show
Now misery claims to prize
Whilst a heart crystallized
Into darken coal
With all my heart - n - soul
And all my might, I cried
Yet you only epitomize
Left me grave in the rain
Besmirch upon my pain
Down the winding path I heave
Redemption mislaid to sprites
Who whisper in the red moonlight?
Chanting songs for all to grieve
Each step I took you placed me there
Down, down the winding stair
Till the flames engulfed me whole
Now wide eyed you stare
Into the eyes of an evil soul
Copyright Taylor Crain ~ 2006 ~
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Black Rose
She is my thorn my lover
Who, rose from the blackness
Of a harden heart
In the darkness I see
Her beauty an empty void
I have so come to love
She divulges I am, needed
Adoring my hollowness
The dimness of lonely eyes
Black; rose my savior
Redeeming my desolation
Comforting my madness
With true insanity
Copyright Taylor Crain ~ 2005 ~
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The Walking Dead
Death flows as a river past the lives
Of the living Dead
Spirits who long ago
Faded within its murky waters
Only to walk the shores
Beneath the glow of a golden orb
Lost to love or vengeance creed
Their moans cry against the night
Shattering the silence of death
Unsettled seeking what once was
Yet will never be again
Such is the power of good and evil
Haunting the living with their ghostly past
Whispering echoes of undying love
Seeking justice for an untimely death
Validity against the slayers hand
Vanishing in and out of the living
In hazy shadows and darkened blurs
Copyright Taylor Crain ~ 2005 ~
Heavy Lesson To Learn
Paint me anyway you like,
tell them all about bad me,
make me out to be terrible,
how leaving me had to be.
Tell them how I was angry,
because you were someone unknown,
let them know you gave up,
the towel in center was thrown.
Explain to them your love,
which you proclaimed everday,
how money and reality killed it,
in such a remarkable way.
I would have done anything,
to be there until the end,
but you had other plans,
now I'm not even a friend.
You hurt me more than ever,
I know it is not your concern,
but I think that I get it now,
what a heavy lesson to learn.
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"UNCLE IKE"- A TRIBUTE TO
We are here today to celebrate a man,
who is his family's biggest fan!
You've been a tower of strength
to all concerned.
And when tough situations occurred
your back was never turned...
~~~~^*^~~~~
When Ike first met Julie
he was dazzled by her charm.
So he figured out a way
as not to cause her alarm...
To line up their first date
so that he could then see,
that his intuition was right
as he and Julie were meant to be!
~~~~^*^~~~~
Now, don't feel too bad for Aunt Julie,
as Uncle Ike was quite the catch!
He was handsome and fun loving,
and had a build only Tarzan could match!
~~~~^*^~~~~
They had many family parties
and really weren't aware,
that by bringing everyone together
it helped mend feelings and repair...
Because the old and young alike
looked forward to this party,
To bask in it's caring atmosphere,
feel the peace, and eat real hardy!
~~~~^*^~~~~
But Uncle Ike didn't survive
on his good looks alone!
He also taught chemistry,
and a thriving pharmacy, he did own!
So we're here to celebrate
a prize of a man!
A patriot to his country,
and still to this day
his family's biggest fan...
~~~~^*^~~~~
June 6th 2007
Copyright@WrittenBylucky90250
~a Raging River©
We could fill a river with tears,
upon awakening and peace not near.
Then in that river swim away,
to have not peace on any given day.
From sunrise to sundown
we'd cry enough tears to drown,
if we let hate pick up the pace:
for it would be the end of the human race.
From such peace we are whole,
embedded deep within the soul.
And when it's there the river flows peacefully,
sending a calm over you and me.
But God's tears make a raging river flow,
for he knows something we don't know.
There'll never be peace on this land,
as long as two people exist with such bitterness on hand!
Copyright ©2007~S@L
Sandra Fay Clark-West
Happy 25Th Anniversary
It is what it is Girl...
Both A celebration within a celebration
Both A celebration within a catastrophe
My Testerone and you my progesterone Co-Existing
Throughout the decades the years and months
The weeks and days the hours and the minutes
The Sane and the totally Insane
For better or for worst-er
In sickness and in health
For rich-er or for poor-er
Until death or divorce do us part single
In the 3 hours marathons
Of ours youthful perpetual french kissing and caressing
To the polite sensual kissing on the forehead and hand
Of ours middle aged passionate adventures
Somewhere in your 20's beauty without make-up
However in your's 50's beauty with plenty of make-up
I loved you when I loved you and looked passed all of the faults
And I loved you when I didn't even like you and could number all the faults
You are my lady by sheer weight of your position just being my wife
Non other will ever surpass you on the scale of life
Not even girlfriend not even friend or not even lovers
Husband is the bread or biscuit and wife is the butter
No listen up what was said about the girlfriend
And lover was just a inside joke haven't cheated on you
More than once in these 25 years of marriage
I pretty much obeyed GOD and sacrificed myself
and that's pretty much whats really scaring me
So baby..Baby..Baby Please come here and butter my biscuits...
Copyright 2007 Howard Keith West
~Don't Miss The Kiss©
What if God was one of us,
do you think he'd make a fuss:
over trivial things like we do,
for instance who's prettier me or you?
For in God's Eyes we're all the same,
anything less we've only ourselves to blame.
Besides it's not what is outside that matters most,
it is what's inside our hearts that makes us boast!
Some kisses are mere kisses,
and some are near misses.
But when it's from a love oh so true,
they swallow you up and take all of you!
For when you see with your heart,
beauty plays the lead part.
When you look with your eyes,
you can't see the beauty for the disguise!
Copyright ©2007~S@L~
Bad Signal (M.P.Bridger)
Wrenching my guts,tying them in unfathomable knots.
A current of life's electric pulse hums happily
Up and down my body,sapping its self control.
Paralysing thought process into numb wanderings
Before announcing the arrival of panic in my mind
With a scream.
She's not there. I have broken her heart
Or seen through her reams of falsehoods.
One of us must pick up the blame
But both are reticent,
Eyeing it nervously like an unexploded shell
That if hugged to a breast might blow pride up in our faces
Shattering self respect,covering us head to toe in weakness.
Anger sharpens my thoughts making blood bubble
Around my prickling head aching with the strain.
Self doubt kicks in whispering suggestions
That I am at fault.
My anger retorts with a contemptuous laugh
Tinged with regret.
My hand touches the heated redness of my skin.
Sorrow begins to soothe my fury into silent misery.
BEEP!BEEP! BEEP!BEEP!
My mobile announces 'message received'
Could anyone ever believe such a silly noise
Could herald the restoration of love?
M.P.Bridger 2003
Starlit Night
The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them
Throwing it's soft splendor
And lighting up the whole sky
The leaves lit up by it's rays
And spread it's tentacles to the whole world
Revealing it's unseen beauty
Beneath the faint cold starlight of heaven
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
The stars will awaken
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of beauty is scattered
Rainy Night
Once I began to count the stars
I almost had them all
Then a clash of thunder rang
And rain began to fall
I stood by the window
The wind was utterly strong
The sky was dark , moody and sad.
Rain drops sang a noisy song
No life was in sight
All creatures were gone
I reached out and closed the window
Walked towards my bed
And tried to get some sleep
Morning came , fresh air filled my lungs
The heavy rain had left the ground as a pond
Thinking Of you
Looking at the dark blue sky
On a starlit night....
Standing on a mountain high
Thinking of you..
Your absence deserting me..
But..still feeling your presence
Feeling the warmth of your hands...
And , echoing of your words in my mind...
My eyes longing to see you
My body ,thirsty for your touch
My heart aching for you.....
How am I supposed to live without you????
What happened?
Before you would talkt o me, but when you found out you stopped
Everyone says you feel the same way, so why do I want to drop?
Maybe 'cuz I think you're stupid, why are you so shy?
Could you possibly say ONE word to me? At least "Hi"?
Rumours start going around, about how you're going to ask me out
Well this is what I think there is no doubt...
I think you like to many girls, so why would you choose me?
The other girls you like they are also pretty.
There are people saying you don't like me,
then people say you do,
Now I don't know which one to think,
I mean, which which one is true?
I can't figure all of this out,
what is this all about?
Is liking me the way you really feel?
Or is everything so unreal?
~ Heartache Road~
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~ Heartache Road~
I can't turn around, I must keep walking
And this road ahead of me is so long
I've walked it many times before
It is the road of heartaches
Wondering why love has to hurt so bad
The pain cuts so deep in ones heart
My tears flow like falling rain
But I must keep walking
This road is such a lonely and painful road
And so many obstacles are in my way
But I know I will reach the end
When my heartache mends
Becky McCrary / a.k.a. ~Spirit~
Copyright © 2007 Becky McCrary
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Mystery
Our love will always be just a mystery to me
Sometimes your mean, but then sometimes your sweet
Sometimes I want you to feel the way I feel
To always ask yourself if your heart will ever heal.
You can never keep a promise, always saying "I swear"
Saying your always going to be there and yet you seem like you don't care
It's funny 'cuz I would probably do anything for you in a heartbeat
Unfortunately, I know it'll take you more than a week.
I'm not goign to continue walking around acting as if everything is okay
I'm not going to continue doing every little thing your way
I think there are some things that need to change
There are things that, for sure, cannot stay the same.
My Mom
She is beautiful
nobody is like her
I love her a lot
She is my mother
Someone kind
someone clever
Someone who loves me back
Its my mother
If I did something wrong
She would be clam
We'll talk it out
'Cuz she is my mom
She sticks onto me
just like a piece of gum
I wouldn't trade her for anything
'Cuz she is my mum
Liquid Sunshine
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The good witch stirred, dropping in all things fine.
The cauldron boiling over with liquid sunshine.
Splattered bits spilled over the edges to the ground.
Into the cauldron also went music by the pound!!
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Stir it once and stir it twice and stir it all around.
Drop in one by one all good things you have found.
She's a good witch, flavoring it with the very best.
Like the playful breezes from both east and west!!
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Soon it will be raining sunshine and other lovely things.
Soon we'll hear the finest music as the whole world sings.
Soon we will breathe the sweetest air ever made on earth.
Soon we'll be filled with infectious laughter and mirth!!
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Throwing out buckets of sunshine to chase away the gloom.
Come on and let us join her, there is room for everyone.
As the good witch splashes the whole world with the sun!!
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JUNE 6 MMVII ANNO DOMINI
Back to School Again
Summer is over
school is coming
Is it going to be fun?
Or is it going to be boring?
Waking up at seven
sleeping at 10,
meeting new teachers
makign new friends
Get ready to study
and use your brain,
piles of homework
is going to drive you insane
Good luck to you all
on your first day of school,
and don't you forget
to bring your tools
Civil War
Weird is the sight,
It stood upright,
Holding the knife with something
Which were hands,
Tearing its own flesh to parts.
Tearing…tearing…tearing…
The blood overflows…
Watering the lands
With darkness of fires.
No more a human being to be defined,
Nor a fable in the books folds.
Bestial it is…a glutton of no meat nor plant,
But of its own flesh, raw and damp.
Face…no more…torso…no more
And its legs it tears with a roar…
Exhausted, it could not but fall,
Dragging its trace.
Defeated or triumphant in grace?
Where death is the banner,
And the route is the war for war…
Fashion-New
My country is changing for new
Everything is modern in saturation and hue
Red and black for blood and blow
Guns are the new-children-game instead of seesaw
Fire is thrown on people instead of balls of sweet and snow
Harsh are the words, harsh is the blow
Death is the General, death is the Maestro
He scythes millions of souls and everyone must bow
People are numbers, names no more
Peace lullaby is hushed down to the orchestra of woe
The old is kicked out and a red carpet to deploy
New starring characters and actors in a new show
One says, “Yes,” another says, “No.”
If right is lost, this is not a considerable issue
This is the deaf democracy, long live Demo
Highly-developed prisons are built and Strangers to and fro
For independency is a flag, freedom is a motto
Standards are shut down and dishonesty to grow
Every separated group paddles only its canoe
Long live the new crew, long live the new crew
For all the above or below
The International family decides to bestow
The new actors a World prize for
Their killing, corrupting and destructive endeavor
And the Oscar shall go
To the hot Iraqi film “The Inferno.”
The actors came up on the stage, humanity nudes
And every empty-minded admires the new fashion and applauds
MY JOB
EMS is how I live
my community I must give
all day long the sirens blare
while the officer lights a flare
up and down all night long
the tones have dropped ding dong
there are nights we don't sleep
while the families cry and weep
there are things that I have seen
makes my face turn pale and green
the blood and tears that have shed
when we get called from our bed
to the accident we must go
keep on moving it's not a show
when you have us in your sight
please pull over to the right.
written by:
Karesa Austin
My Entirety
Your my baby, your my lover, your my friend, your my boo
your my star, your my wish, your my dream come true
your my companion, my protector, my angel, my love
your my life, my world, my everything sent from above
Anyone who tries to hold you from me
Anyone who tried to take you from me
Can try all they want, they won't succeed
Why?
Becuase i love you and you love me
And that's ALWAYS the way its going to be
Heart Wide Open
I want us to surpass
You made me forget about my past
I'm getting attached really fast
This feeling being extremely vast
Your someone in whom I can truly confide
Someone who shows me how he feels inside
Your a man with a lot of pride
Who will always be there by my side
No matter what people say or do
Our feelings for eachother will pursue
And for those who still do not have a clue
You are into me and I'm into you
A CRY IN THE NIGHT
Your sudden, sharp cry
in the night caused your mom
to groan and stir fitfully.
"I'll go," I said,
and left the bed'
When I lifted you from your crib,
your crying ceased, I held you
high, your head on my shoulder,
your breath gentle
on my neck, as I paced slowly,
and though I held an angel girl,
I softly sang the stanza from
Al Jolson's song, Sonny Boy,
words today you'd make a face at
and call icky:
"You were sent from heaven
and I know your worth,
you made a heaven for me
right here on earth,"
sang it tunelessly,
for I had no voice,
sang it shamelessly,
for I sang only for you,
and the peaceful rhythm
of your breathing gave
assurance of your feeling
safe and secure,
and I was instantly
puffed up
with exaggerated,
cotton candy power,
the ability to protect you
forever.
Looking
Jesus is looking to love you
No matter your view
Jesus is looking to us teach His word
In his eyes no one is a nerd
Jesus is looking for us to bring others to Him
Even if you're out on a limb
Jesus is looking to me for more
So one day I will soar.
The Antichrist
The antichrist will come
He will deceive some
The antichrist will come that isn't a lie
He will come in suit and tie
The antichrist will say he wants peace
But he wants christians to cease.
My Sister
I have a sister
That I never knew
This poem I write
I don't write out of spite
We are twins
But we are different
We were born August 6 1985
And she died November 9 1985
Her name is Tracy
And my name is Troya
Well she went up by God
And left me alone
But one day we will join again
Praising God forever!
The Trouble With The heart
The trouble with the human heart
tis oft to easily broken,
When handled with too little care,
or by words roughly spoken.
Far too fragile for a vessel,
which one would carry love about,
It shatters at the slightest jar,
When words would bring us doubt.
And grief is but another dart,
To pierce a heart straight through,
The heaviness of sorrow,
Will stain it deepest blue.
The trouble with the human heart,
Is where it dares to go,
Beyond the edge of reason,
Where the seeds of faith may grow.
Yet the more that it is broken,
With encounters in this way,
The longer still it lingers,
Through pain it learns to stay.
When sodden with life's sacrifice,
In pools of deep remorse,
The trouble with the human heart,
Even there will hold the course.
And when the life has ebbed away,
It beats beyond the grave,
Within the hearts of those well loved,
And those it wished to save.
by Brekkin Kranz
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Our Love
My hand in yours
With yours in mine
Together forever
We walk the line
Through good and bad
When happy or sad
Our love will stand
The test of time
As it is written
In prose and rhyme
§
Fading Shadows
Fading shadows of a world no more.
Leave foot prints in the morning mist.
Disappearing with the warmth of the day.
Leaving remnants of life, love, hurt, pain.
Lingering amongst the roots of this world.
Clinging to life with in the foundation.
Hiding in the walls of its structure.
Occasionally opening small windows into the past.
As like the snakes upon Medusa’s head.
Stopping to look turns you to stone.
My World
Two settings for dinner.
Two glasses for wine.
Two candles are burning.
Only one will dine.
Letters never answered.
Letters never read.
Letters never written.
Words never said.
What they see
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see,
Do you see a child who wants to be free,
Or someone who's hurt,
And is covered in dirt,
Wanting to be emotionally clean,
Has a low self-esteem,
Hoping nobody will ever know,
Someone who's words to everybody who tries to get close is "Go",
Hopefully not,
What they normally see,
Is a child who is free,
Someone who has dealt very well with hurt,
Someone who is emotionally clean,
Has a great self-esteem,
Letting everyone know,
Loving everyone to be close,
Having a good attitude,
Not always being rude,
Someone who is nice,
That never gets into fights,
Now and forever that what they'll see,
And that's who I'll pretend to be!
No Matter what happens
No matter what happens,
No matter what you do,
I hope that you will always stay the same.
I hope you'll always be you.
God made you specical,
No one can take that away from you.
So when problems call,
And the darkness falls,
Never forget someone cares about you.
Never forget your dreams;
They aren't as far away,
As you might they seem.
Let nothing get you down.
Untitled
These days, they go by so slow
what could have been, we'll never know
as every day will slowly pass,
I sit and think in the cool green grass
I sometimes think of me and you
in the summer, just us two
on the dock, by the beach,
teenage love barely out of reach
the waves still crash, the wind still blows,
the sand still feels good underneath my toes
but somehow something's missing.
I somehow feel all empty
like a summer day without the breeze
thinking of you, I still go weak in the knees
if you were still here, right here with me
I'd love just as you loved me
But the days have gone by the summer has passed
I guess good things just never last.
Shiny Star
You came to me
When I needed a friend
Like a brother you stand
With me till the end
Helping me to see light
I've been in the dark too long
Giving me love and hope
Reasons to carry on
Giving me your courage
Smiling now when I rise
From wisdom you shared
Sparkle returned to my eyes
Your shoulder I lean on
You're my shining star
You lend me your strength
Lifting me up from afar
How do I thank you
For what you've given me
Words do not seem enough
For what you made me see
So just for you alone
My arms I do extend
Giving you all my love
Forever my big brotherly friend, my friend to the end
Guardian Angel
A guardian angel is to protect and love
A true friend sent from above
We protect each other from our fears
We wipe each others tears
We have a lot of fun
We fix what each has done
We are meant to be friends
This special friendship never ends
Whatever lies ahead
We'd handle it together instead
We'd never be alone
protecting each other until our names are engraved in stone
LOST LOVE
When You're alone and need to talk
don't call me just to squawk
when you're alone and nowhere to turn
remember my love you have burned
The conversations you have started
when you were lonely hearted
my love for you was so rare
cold as you were you didn't care
soon you will be old and gray
this lost love you will pay
for you will be home alone
and your son will be grown
all the lies you have told
how could you be so clod?
I'm OK, I am fine
even though you were once mine
I am young and full of life
one day again I'll be a proud wife.
written by:
Karesa Austin
Sit and wait
I sit and wait
For someone to hear me
But the more I hate
The less they come near me
I can't seem to stop
What I'm feeling inside
Oh, I wish I could stop
I wish I could hide.
A BEST FRIEND
A best friend
is always there,
whether you need advice,
or a pep talk,
or even a shoulder to cry on.
A best friend
listens with her heart
and is always honest with you,
even though the truth
may not be
what you want to hear.
A best friend
knows all your secrets,
understands your fears
shares your dreams.
A best friend
never stops believing in you
even if you give up
on yourself.
you are
that kind of friend
to me.
And no matter what happens,
you always will be.
You are my best friend....
my forever friend.
Friendships come and Friendships go
Like wave upon the sand
Like day and night
Like birds in flight
Like snowflakes when they land
But you and I are something else
Our friendship's here to stay
Like weeds and rocks and dirty socks
It never goes away! A BEST FRIEND
A best friend
is always there,
whether you need advice,
or a pep talk,
or even a shoulder to cry on.
A best friend
listens with her heart
and is always honest with you,
even though the truth
may not be
what you want to hear.
A best friend
knows all your secrets,
understands your fears
shares your dreams.
A best friend
never stops believing in you
even if you give up
on yourself.
you are
that kind of friend
to me.
And no matter what happens,
you always will be.
You are my best friend....
my forever friend.
A friend is a person
to laugh and cry with,
An inspiration,
Someone who lends a helping hand,
though friends may not be forever,
And they may not end up together,
the memories of a true friendship will
last forever.
A friend is not a shadow nor a servant
But someone who hold
a piece of a person in his heart.
Someone who shares a smile,
Someone who brightens up your day
What makes a person a friend?
Is by saying your Love will stay
Lilies
Close your eyes to follow through
My garden full of lilies
Blooming in a design of brilliant artistry
Tempting all lulled at first glance
An exotic stargazer of crimson
Spiced by nature, I arrange in the night
The beauty, an invigorating sight
Absolute tranquility
The delicate sound of their blades
Opening to show a lovely display
White speaks a language unknown
The most unique vision shown
leaving a taste in your mouth, watering for more
In each lily found
In many ways they begin to unfold
In breath taking moments of fading away
This bouquet I send to you
For you, the finest array
Just Being Friends
Friendship happens in that special moment
when someone reaches out to another,
trusts, comforts, believes in another,
and makes a special difference
that no one else can make.
A Friend
A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way.
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day.
A friend is like a flower
That's worn close to the heart.
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
"The Fragile Light"
I don't feel
a dream anymore
my fears, my faults
are all a curve
to once more
twist and turn,
be broken into two.
The deal is set
and the daylight dawns
a time in truth
and dead be raised
to all who believe
in nothing more
than a razor blade.
Cut the life
of a string foretold,
the stories of
a sunset lies
beneath the tale
of a darkened child.
The day disappears
and nothing's known
it can not lie,
it can't be seen
all at once
will someone try
to resurrect them all
with a candle
and light the way.
Rose, (9/28/06)
always alone
When you leave to go to work who here with me?
I understand that your a man and you need your space but what about my place
I choose to play a major part in your life so why should I be left alone?
I want you here with me not running through the streets
I need you by my side through the good and the bad no matter the time off day I just wish it wasnt such a long delay
"The Silent Killer's Secret" ("The Silent Killer" Part II)
My only source of treatment
yet again tortures my soul
with a desirable interest
I've never felt before.
Every part of my body
collapsed with an instant,
my breath was taken away,
and I wanted more.
It soothed my mind
and awakened my spirit
swiftly, unexpectedly
it called my name.
Each word
was as deadly as the next,
and although half said "no"
the rest became addicted.
This silent killer
wanted nothing more
than to make me happy
and cherish the moment.
What could I do
to resist something so powerful
it yearns to be undiscovered
and used in such a way.
To tempt and persuade
every wall to fall,
intoxicating the core
with a chemical meant solely for me!
Rose, (6/19/06)
God's Watching Over You
God's watching over you
God's watching over you
He loves you in his heart
Pray to him forgiveness
He is your friend to talk too when needed too
I pray to God about my day
The best day of my life
I told God there is no tears to cry about
There is no sorrow and no pain
All there is happy thoughts
There is nothing be hurt about but to love there enemies
God is watching over us
He sees what we do each day
Each day that passes I pray to Him
Even the hard times that go by
When my mother hates me I pray for her to love me
Every time I pray for my mother's love
She never returns her love to me
God's watching over you
God's watching over you
He loves you in his heart
Pray to Him forgiveness
He is your friend to talk too when needed too
"The Resurrected Generation"
I see the stars
that can never be seen
The positive over negative
like purity in darkness
The day I reign others,
a result that cannot be.
I am the light of truth,
the joy behind every smile
I am the spirit
behind each decaying soul
I am the ruler
of my own special world.
The selected are chosen
in battles against themselves
to find who they are,
the truth in their existence,
and nobody will see it better
than the conviction you seek.
A new generation
to reveal the sensuality
of a magical touch
coming alive
before your very eyes,
being risen from the grave.
A resurrected revelation
of various terrors and fears
only to be banished
into faith, hope,
love, and charity for all.
Rose, (12/9/05)
"Guardian Angel"
Blindfolded, you cannot see
Slowly I guide you
Through twists and turns
Making sure not to hit anything
That'll cause you to fall.
A new found sense of trust
Puts pressure on me
As I lead you
Using every inch of my life
To protect you from harm.
Questions are asked
I give you hints
To where I am taking you
Unsure, scared, excited
Millions of thoughts run in your head.
I tell you to stop
And let you know
I will never leave you stranded
I am here to help, not abandon.
If I promise anything
It'll be that you can never go through life
Without somebody there
To take your hand
And show you the world.
I will never let you down
To always see you smile
Is something I don't want to miss
Using those happy memories
To brighten up any gloomy day.
So the next time I cannot see
You will be there for me
Taking my hand
Leading me out of the darkness
And into the light.
Trusting each other with our lives
Praying that you'll never leave me
I give you an image into the future
Clear as crystal
No evil in our sight.
This is how I want it to be
Showing the way
To eternity, a lifetime of happiness
Should the world end and darkness conquers light
There we'll be, never giving up, fighting to survive.
Promise me the same
And in return, I'll offer you protection
In exchange for your affection
Forever we will be together
Until the end of time, I wanna be yours, and you be mine!
Rose, (8/6/04)
"Daybringer"
Bringer of the day,
dealer of dawn,
embed within the fog
an understanding
of lives near and far.
The sky to the sun
and midnight in the moon
clothe the world
with the inner beauty
of a descending sunset.
A farmer's crops
or a river's mouth,
irrigate the land
with a fertile abundance
of a righteous trade.
To forgive and forget,
in give and take
fulfill the sensation
and dare to accelerate
every force of annihilation.
Death to all that sin,
forgiveness to those who obey
reducing each aspect
of fault in treason,
placing authority above superiority.
Experience over professionals,
children above adults
to reign an empire
no galaxy could control,
but where insects would conquer.
Rose, 3/10/06
"The Satisfaction of Fallacies"
The day is young,
but the night is solidified
into a magnification of liquid
that everybody fears
once the current drowns
their every being to nothing.
Only a select few recall
the famous event
when their possessions
diminished and denied
all they ever were.
Just a mere satisfaction
to bring happiness together
and sorrows to an end
for the doubting pleasure
nobody believes will exist
unless it is shown back to them.
An expanding fortune
in such a small reward
favors the true conviction
this very world fears
will reveal each fallacy
we bind our existence to
every day we live.
Rose, (1/25/07)
*"Unchained Melody"
Insanity in a cell
like a fortress
of dominating rivals
eager to unlock and retrieve
a prize so extraordinary
it contemplated the mind
to reconsider its thoughts.
Chorus
Path of trust and honor
guide me with the knowledge
of a powerful courage
to the spiritual serenity
of tranquil paradises,
worshipping its tender tone
in a caressing fulfillment.
Within the chaotic darkness
purity sweeps away
the morality of self-consciousness,
the uninclined decadence,
restoring its original beauty
inside a spectrum of facets
that enchant the inner soul
quietly, sweetly, and freely.
Instead of a suspicious toxin
rather the energetic compoundment
of hope and compassion
allowing the soul to set at ease,
revealing a history of stories
hidden from the majestic galaxy
of an ethereal conviction.
*Seduction inside the heart
in a wall of bleeding competition
discovering an intense war
where nobody can win or lose,
but battle against themselves
in a duel meant only for possession
of a result that can never be.
...Unchained melody
Rose, (11/21/05)
*I am rewriting these two parts. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I want it to center around how society will never be perfect because it will always be surrounded by insecurities.*
"Trail of Tears"
Bring into memory
a story foretold
not by word of mouth,
but by each tear
shed from the ones before.
A forgiven mistake
that led to their end
brought all who knew and loved,
saw and believed,
to their death as well.
My mission
is to resurrect this generation
back to the honorable community
it was known for being
so long ago.
So many, so little,
a sacrificed tear
within every loss
and my obligation seemed
impossible to every extent.
All this pain
wasn't worth the tears,
I considered giving up,
but then I met you
and now anything is possible!
Rose, (3/11/07)
who cares
My heart is broken but no one cares
when you left me that night i couldnt feel the urge to live without you there
Who was there to see our son being born
Who was there wen the only naming he was calling was yours
No one knows half of our story
but yo' family wanna juz keep coming around because they know we got money
What if we made another decision that can benefit us from them
We give the money we gave them the chance
What more can you ask for if you already have it
The love we share can never vanish
they dont wont us together and you know it
being her with you baby im loving it
no matter wat they say and how they feel you no ima be here
An Early Evening Venture
"An Early Evening Venture"
Turtle soup sounds nice
But the turtle he does strike fear
And often strikes twice
We slowly hesitantly come close
To what our anxiety brings
And God's designer's sings
As a beautiful creation
From hell's other outer beings
And we take a closer look
And your legs start shaking
Little do the birds that are singing
Know to our gentle vision
That we are seeing
The danger that's in store for us
And I take a poke
On it's rough and ancient shell
And to my surprise
This reptilian beast
Did make an unfriendly gesture
And did startle
This gentle picture
of an early evening venture
To think that this beast
Could strike terror and fear
Goes beyond all reason
For I'm a man
Well accustomed to the seasons
We turned to one another
And had something to laugh about
How this lowly tortise
Made us scream and shout
The turtle is gone now
He went back into the woods
Back to the place
From whence he's from
Back to the place
Where he most definatly belongs...
© Rick Weber 6/5/07
Over The Rainbow!
I watched a program on television tonight,
And it truly broke my heart!
All about disabled children,
Who haven’t had a very good start!
I watched as they practiced singing,
Because a challenge with Anneka Rice was on!
And they had to produce a music CD
So they sang for us, they had such fun!
And to see their faces beaming in smile,
Brought more than a tear to the eye!
As the cameras went through the audience,
I saw so many, many people cry!
The children, Bless them one and all,
Were delighted to be on the stage!
And they of course, will all be…
In the papers making front page!!
The CD is a charity CD,
To support the care home where these kids live;
So they need to sell as many as they can,
And that means we, as people need to give!
Give to the charity and aid them!
Buy their; ‘Over The Rainbow’ CD!’
Help and support in all you can do!
And go buy that disc, like me!
Every penny counts for them!
And every bit of support is great!
So buy that CD, hear the children sing,
Because none of us know our fate!
Those poor kids have those sufferings,
Their plights are second to none!
But to see them on centre stage tonight!
Oh wow, but so many hearts they have won!
I saw big tough men reduced to tears,
And oh how it softened my heart…
For the pain I felt for all of those kids,
Can never be set apart!
I will never forget what I saw this night,
Nor forget the stars of that show;
For it wasn’t the superstars that were there,
It was the children, and way to go!!
Cos they were great!!!
Their CD is called;
‘Over The Rainbow!’
And every penny helps!!!
Heaven Blew to Bits
All I wanted to do
was lay in the tall grass
Forever
at least one afternoon
Gazing up at the blue sky
complete with whipped cream topping clouds
Forgetting
about war, and death, and far-from-home-ness.
But the mine unexpectedly in the small of my back
blew any chance of that
Okizari Ni Shita Kokoro
He walks this land
Forever lost
Unable to find his way
Unable to sing his tune so sweet
Forever lost from the light of day
He writes his tale
Though no one hears
Engulfed by doubts
By pain and fears
Forever he is left behind
An outcast banished from the land
Forever to his eyes is blind
The light that once caressed his hand
This spirit that was left behind.
*I do not speak Japanese, so if I made a mistake in
the title please tell me. "The spirit that was left behind"
Itsuwari Ya Uso O Matoi
Engulfed in these fallacies
Unable to move
Unable to decipher
The light of the moon
Hidden messages are lost
In this silence
All meaning sheathed
In sweet defiance
This is the bottom
Of the bottomless well
All that lies beneath us
Is now as of hell
Wrapped in this falsehood
Surrounded in lies
The light eternal banished
From these golden eyes
He lies down to die
I lie down to die.
*I do not speak Japanese so if I made a mistake
in the title please tell me. "Wrapped in falacies and lies"
"Slow the hell down" is all you told me
Today seems like yesterday's drama
with a different beat.
You say it's gotta end
or slow
the
hell
down.
Response is everyday is over
from this point on.
And what's the point in
waking to drive past that chevy;
choking on the words you shot
at me. If you know the answers,
you'll tell me?
Keep your ears easy on the listening
and your eyes glued to the bloggers'
screen for the update on my life,
'Cause once you call it quits,
I'm gone for good (or bad in a realistic
scheme).
I'll leave if it means an easier day for you
because, baby, simply put,
I'd walk on fire to get to you.
Miss Cliche, you rang, but it's the things
you've got me doin'.
Heavy breathing.
Sweating.
The way you hold me in your arms.
You'll say no matter what happens,
you'll always care for me like no one else,
but tell me that when you're with another.
And I'm terribly unique, but that's only
because I hesitate to say no to you and those
sparkling eyes staring back down at me.
This child's misery
This child’s anguish and misery
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This child is suffering in pain and silence
Nobody knows the torment and misery
That he has to go through each day
But his sad angelic eyes tell it all
Each tear drop that he cries is full of pain
He has no one to confide in or trust
He wants to tell all but he is so nervous and frightened
That he will once again get another beating or thumping
He needs to desperately tell someone or anyone
About the mental and physical abuse
That he has to endure each day and each night
He is not allowed to mix with children his own age
He is not allowed to eat until he is told to eat
He cannot go anywhere without being escorted
He is treated as if he were a machine
Than a helpless innocent child
He cries out once again but his cries are not heard
He is an empty shell he a body with no soul
His heart is bleeding with each and every beat
Still there is no one out there to know about his torment
That is until it is far too late
He has now reached the heavenly gate
The angels had come to gently take him away
God had heard his anguish and pain
Never will this child suffer again
No more shall this unwanted child weep
Now God gently rocks him in his arms to sleep
Funny Thing About Life
It's a funny thing about life
All over it's much the same~
No matter where one ever travels to
It mostly comes down to money and or gain~
Ever so often ever so many in life
Will find no matter where they go~
So many things are always the same
And worldwide never change you know~
We are all only here for a short while
We come , we exist , we leave~
We do the best we can do with what we've got to work with
When we go if lucky someone will grieve~
One can travel this entire earth
And geraniums growing you'll find~
As well as the ever common pepper tree
And many other plants of the same kind~
One can travel this entire world
And real true friends will always be~
All these things you can rely upon
But seldom ones own family~
One can travel and go anywhere at all
And the sun will always shine~
The moon well it does much the same
In your life and in mine~
But ever so often it seems to be
The things that should be seldom are at all~
When times are good they all want to know
When they are not they simply cannot hear your call~
No matter what part of this planet you are on
When the chips are down you'll usually find it's so~
You'll then find who are your sincere friends
Often family simply do not wish to know~
Real friends they are always ever sincere
As they could as well themselves tell of this being so~
You can always choose your friends in life
But family ............... Well there you go ~
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
Cannot love him
Tried to love him
I know he cares for me so much
I know he would do anything for me
I know he loves me more than life itself
I know he would lay down his life for me
Tried to love him
But cannot
Want to love him
But cannot
I know he is a good man
I know he is not mean with his money or riches
But I cannot help it
I cannot and will not love him
Tried to love him but cannot
Want to love him but cannot
It is far better that we stay friends
Or just slowly drift apart
I do not wish to break his warm gentle heart
Tried to love him but cannot
2 poems
Your silence called out
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You would not even look at me
You would not even speak to me
But within your silence I knew
That there were many words that you had
Wanted to be said
But you had not the courage to tell me
I called you but you would not listen
I tried to hold you but you broke free
You would not or could not utter a word to me
I looked into your eyes
I knew there was no love left for me at all
Your heart and soul cried out
It’s over between us
Your silence told it all.
If
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If you were my teddy bear
I would hug you
If you were my present
I would unwrap you
If you were my hero
I would love you
If you were my thoughts
I would keep thinking of you
But what is the use
You are in love with someone else
That’s why I keep wishing if only ????
In love with you >>
SO IN LOVE WITH YOU
Did not want to
Tried not to
But had to
I fell hopelessly in love with you
You were the man who excited me
You were the man who made my heart flutter
You could do no wrong in my eyes
You were an angel in disguise
You were the one that I had fallen in love with
You were the one whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
Tried many times to walk away
My heart would not listen I then had to stay
Time just stood still when we would meet
You swept me of my helpless feet
Then there was nothing I could say or do
Except my darling I have fallen hopelessly in love with you
Post Office Box 183
I hold one gold key
For box number 183
I check it faithfully
A mechanism to speak freely
Only possible through 183
Freedom for a message guided by honesty
Unsure what his message will be
Now I wait patiently
Knowing one day I'll see
His secret letter addressed to me.....
Insert the key, turn once to the right,
Hoping I'll discover his letter in sight.
Keep the key safe, it's like the key to my heart,
Secure memories of our love since we've been apart.
Once excited, now apprehensive, but hoping soon I'll know
Answers I've been seeking, love's possibility "yes or no".
Ability and opportunity
To say anything he desires to tell me
Thoughts of fantasy or future reality
Good or bad, happy or sad, I seek honesty
Hoping and wishing I'll find beauty
From our past including his true feelings presently
So I continue to insert and turn the gold key
For post office box 183
Hoping one day he will reveal to me
Answers that will let me go or set me free
Or set in motion the beginning of true love's destiny
Broken
There is a time when you feel
the world has left you all alone
and the strength you have
is broken and almost gone.
All that's left is an emptiness
where pain is now in this place
each day is filled with regret
you wonder where is His grace?
I can tell you His grace
never left the scars in His hand
He has been where you are
you have to understand.
He once had the world against His back
His Father couldn't look upon our stains
broken and tired grace stretched out His hand
for the nails to feel the essence of our pain.
rhonda ramsey cash