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EXPRESSIONS OF AFFECTION

Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!

Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness! 

Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!

Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?

Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?

This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by  insidious influences!           

Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!


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She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
eyes 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
sleeping. 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
color. 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
better. 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 
it.


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THE KIND-HEARTED MRS ADAMS

We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and in return she gave us 
three yellow flowers 
as a token of her gratitude... 
no one else could have cared more!

"These flowers are for you,darlings,because
you helped me plant them in the soil,
and they've grown to be tall and beautiful
in a garden so tidy and nice!" 
she exclaimed in jubilation;
"Remember me by when
I'll reach my home...to dwell
in the presence of the Lord,
and I'll be looking down on you and
pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!'
she gladly said with resignation,
foreseeing what  she couldn't explain...

She told us about her sweetheart,
whom she loved indefinetly:
from the moment they met,
to the day he peacefully died:
a lovely and faithful wife
was all he wanted and dreamed;
and their marriage lasted 
longer than they expected to be...
to be taken with them,
not being afraid of death!

"This is the grand piano I sed to play
for my husband on his last birthday;
he laid his arms on my shoulders
and sang along with me for hours:
on those snowy nights without moon...
when romance was rekindled with kisses
and the sentimental tunes
took away our winter's blues!"
she murmured with deep regret,
until her light eyes became wet...

The decaying house was put up for sale,
and only these kids have a story to tell
about the nicest person on that block,
who once was the prettiest girl-scout...
who loved us as much as her own children;
but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone?
And if you wonder what her name was,
she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


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Please Give Him Back To Me

I just don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be free
I cannot be without you
But all that’s left is me
I lie here in the darkness
I scream, I shout, I cry
But no one seems to hear me
As I pray, I pray to die
There is no daylight in my world
No sun, no moon, no glow
No smiles or laughter; only tears
Just tears, sad tears that flow
I put my hands together 
I pray to God above
To take me from this lonely place 
And to the man I love
But in the deafening silence
I know I face defeat
I know I'm still alone, because
My broken heart still beats
He took you from my loving arms
And walked you through His door
You belong to Him now
You belong to me no more
I know I live on borrowed time
I know it won’t be long
Before I'm in your arms again
The place where I belong
And I will keep on praying
Until he hears my plea
To take me through the gates of Heaven 
And give you back to me...


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Scars Left Behind

Scars Left Behind

As a slave I was a product of the broker,
and a commodity as a result of the purchaser.
Both of them made me to be,
valuable and hunted like honey bee.

Hunting and ambushed done in the village,
killing and plundering had become prestige.
As children and women when left died, 
I was taken with others and then caravanned.

The Chief and Mtemi had war waged,
For Guns and Cloths were then paid.
The Banyans of India paid the capital,
Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival.

Some servant some prisoners all were slaved,
With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked.
From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy,
Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy.

Hundred and million were shipped forever,
The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother.
And slavery life had became our song,
Plantation and domestication had been our belonging.

Some died some survived with loosing hearts,
A misery generation maintained the scars.
In the neighboring land with pain results,
As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts.

LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem. 


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Praying For The Day

I pray for the day,
That my sweet child comes home,
To my loving arms,
So, I can love and hold them tightly,
Each and everyday of their lives,
To be there for them and guide them,
As they learn to grow,
Into a wonderful adult,
That I know they will become,
For they have such a wonderful heart,
And as people will see them grow each year,
Learning along their way,
Having their own imagination,
To shine and guide them,
To be a very unique person of their own,
But they are already very different,
In many different ways,
By their looks and their loving heart,
And of course being very smart,
Their beauty will shine,
In many different ways,
Both inside and out,
And I pray for the day,
They will come home,
To stop these painful, loving tears.


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...in Mean Streets

Gray sidewalk into a back alley 
Off some low, dead-end sign 
Walks a man, past 
a shadow of himself 

Who is he? Is he a brother? 
He is the least of these, the teacher said. 
He is friend to the cold and dark places… 
Do you know him? 

Listen to the stories… 

Over bridges, under streetlights; 
against the bitter wind 
These are the places they live… 
where we call ourselves “them” 

Listen to the stories… 

Where highways turn to gravel 
And lanes into sewers 
Forgotten, under glass, turned away 
By those who would not share 

It’s you, it’s me…we are they 
who sit alone in the cold 
Sleeping in the park, 
While a moment wanders by 

Listen to the stories… 

They are the beloved, 
orphans of us all, adopted by God 
They sing of wounded silence, 
longing just to know… 


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Always Remember Tooth Paste

Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.


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I Miss You

I miss you so much that I am sick
I fear forgetting your face will stick

I fear growing old not remembering
I wish your spirit is at rest and not lingering

What did you think of me in your last moment
I will never know if I was bliss or torment

Why do I suffer so about you
I don’t recall if I ever made you glow

It was so hard admitting how much I loved
You when you left me for above

I wasn’t allowed to go to your funeral
But my love for you will be eternal

Take me by the hand when I find hollow ground
The wind is a whisper in my ear just make the sound

If I saw you now how would I explain my pain
Would you just laugh at me, jeer with disdain 

I get a feeling in my stomach that cringes
It makes me rip doors off by the hinges


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NotBroken

introduction: We have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet but one soul.
We came to this world for many purposes, for many tests. And among all the tests, we are
here to find our perfect companion to make our lives actually complete and start a new
expedition. Two tracks merged into one that can never be separated. And to make the ground
not get cracked, we need to be that strong enough…no matter how many earthquake drives by.



When the glowing sun will shine,
I’ll start my quest to seek my fate
The moment when you will be mine,
You will know why you’re so great

Now, I’ve tried so hard to make you realize
You really don’t have to be afraid,
Of all the things you feel alive
Your soul is as elegant as a pure jade

When time comes we all have to go,
Because life never stays all frozen
And when the night falls upon your door,
I need you to be Notbroken.

When I’m gone, you be strong
I need you to wipe your tears and believe,
No matter how far away, I’m always here with you
As you’re my truth, my fate, my everything... 


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to know

No one seems to understand 
Why I can’t let you go. 
If only it were that easy 
And there were things I didn’t know

I’ve looked into my heart 
Blessed and broken though it is 
I still see you in there 
Like a mirror of a wish 

Your picture still resides 
In the eyes of my mind 
Perhaps a fond remembrance 
Of someone I’ll never find… 

Is there a problem, child? 
Why do you cry so soon? 
Is there a hidden secret 
Laying dark inside your room?

I think I understand 
Why you had to leave 
But it doesn’t make the pain 
Any easier to grieve 

Each tick of the clock 
Life’s minute passes by 
One more song to sing 
Another question “why” 

Someday seems so far away 
When time goes so slow 
A melody of soft restraint 
Wonders what there is to know… 


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~COAT OF ARMS~

COAT OF ARMS


Last night I couldn't sleep,for thinking only you...
As I wrapped in warm embrace,your spirit tinted blue
To oust away thine pangs,in hopes to see thee smile...
I'll yoke ye 'pon my shoulders,to carry through this mile

To trade your tears of sorrow,and see them shed in joy...
I'd jest for thine amusement,and be your favorite toy
For thine malady been expelled,I'd invoke it banished 'way...
Taking it 'pon mine self,so you've strength to seize th' day

Though I'm not an king,nor prince 'pon ivory steed...
Th' possessions I've procured here,are thine if felt th' need
I'll sweep thee off thy feet,if not familiar with th' waltz...
To breathe ye 'cross th' ballroom,as an feather floating 'loft

Mark mine words I state here,and hold me to their true...
I'll prove I 'steem thee precious,as unfeigned I surely do
Just promise me one thing,that next time when your down...
You'll wear these words as armor,'til I mend thy broken crown

~AZAZA~'09


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The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing gold can stay.
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Something close that u can touch,
But in the end it was to much,
Like a flood flowing through a city,
Life is hard when u live in pity,
Things may be good but turn bad,
Sometimes it makes u really sad,
Days and nights may go,
Just have to live life nice and slow,
Maybe somethings may not be right,
Its never good to pick a fight,
Sometimes u find it slips away,
Nothing gold can stay.


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All Alone, 11-19-09

Mommy, I know I left you here.

Ring ring went the phone,

Little did we know never again would I answer

Ring ring went the phone.

 

I was eating breakfast when

Open slammed the door,

That morning how strongly I would have denied

I would end up on the floor.

 

I tried to scream, Mom, I really did.

But he had me. . .

He used my garden tools to beat me.

He had me.

 

Those tools used to bring me so much joy,

But his purpose was to aid him.

I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green

It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them.

 

I shielded my face with my hand,

But soon that was broken. . .

The simple trowel was my doom,

All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . .

 

There was blood everywhere;

Mom I was so scared.

To stop fighting though,

I never dare.

 

The sleek black laptop I had

Been given for Christmas

Which held all of my

Favorite pictures of us,

 

With it and my purse,

He ran away,

Not knowing I wouldn't

Be here today.

 

The white-washed walls

Of the hospital room

Only all too well reminded

Me of Amontillado's tomb.

 

I left you in the hospital

Though.  All alone. . .

They caught him, have comfort,

Even if you're alone.

 

I'm sorry Mommy,

I didn't want to go. . .

But who ever gets a choice?

I had to go.

 

How little did we know, that

One day, ring ring,

Never again would I answer

That phone, ring ring.


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No comprehension

Is it me? Or do I just not comprehend? When I do comprehend you look at me crazy, when I do not comprehend you look at me like, “you’re just proving us right.” Or is it that you don’t want to comprehend on purpose? Because when they don’t comprehend with you, you kind of feel crazy then you think let me just go along with it because it is not worth it for you to get ignorant with a person who has already achieved that goal. My definition of no comprehension is not listening to one who speaks carefully or not paying attention. To all of you who do not comprehend LISTEN TO A PERSON FOR WHOM THEY ARE ON THE INSIDE, AND NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE. 


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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DEBRIS AT THE GOLDEN GATES

Tainted wits... blurred in 
clarity, 
a madman's coronation... our 
country's plight. 
atlas, we are home, choked in 
parity 
another to our last 51, the 
journey's so far. 
can we break the walls? 

This imagination, a shattering 
throne. 
when city's celebrate a 
thousand birth-years, 
then we recollect another 
bloodshed... 
52 million heads in 52 dying 
years. 
what a shame! 

My country of birth 
civilized cannibals, through 
kingdoms of ancient gods 
to masquerades in 
government house...our 
golden gates. 
BOKO HARAM? lies. 
another lie, 

Can of worms... debris at the 
golden gates, 
At 27,I look older than my 
country's age 
what years of tears had done 
to my teenly skin, 
my skipping heart would have 
been younger in Queensland. 

Another death rate 
on our golden birth...52? 
decades of misuse... reckless 
abandonment, 
while the slim pigs eats 
porridge, 
fattening to unconsciousness in 
American clinics 
once parading as good 
Shepherds, we are all gone, 
pocketted in their fat pockets. 
52 years of ferocious reigns, 
when he's gone.. 
yet another one 
Olusegu..abach, babangi, 
jona... No calling names, 
Yet they all wear the same 
masks. 
Maggots at the golden 
gates...snakes at the states 
secretariates, 
traditional money-bags... 
nothing is left to cry for. 
we are finished dry... 
the tears are all gone... 
though not fools, we only 
watch. 


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Please come back to me

It’s the 17th again today
Cant believe how time has flown
The day since you left me
All alone

At first I felt free
I spread my wings to fly 
Now I realise flying is hard 
If you have to learn it alone

Was I bad for you
Why did you pack your bags
I am bleeding by your words
Goodbye

I still look at photos 
Wanting you here 
I still put them in frame 
As if your still here

But realising you have left me
I’m bleeding in the dark
My feelings running around
I cant control my heart

Please come back to me an changed man
As I have worked to hard to let you go
I want to wake up in your arms 
One last time o, no


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Haven

HAVEN
By Tom Brown

Issues...

Never once the good coming into the bad but the bad slowly becoming good
Evolving from one into the other like a seesaw of drama and reality
Varying only by what it is now
Every time hitting just as hard
Ripping into my soul only to heal itself over the hard times

Questions from before become questionable
Usually leading to more confusion
Initially meant to ease the mind but becomes
The never ending cycle of life

In this time my will is tested

Judgment swings it's hammer in due time
Used solely to set me free from one hell and
Soaring into what could be another
Time consuming hole in which I may not return from...but

Faith is
Only giving me the drive to continue
Life is a test inside another
Looking from the outside inward
Only to test me further and
Warranting me my chance at something better in the future

Maybe my life has more meaning than I thought
Yet I still find myself tested

Hopefully I can still go on
Eventually the tests will end
And my efforts to survive this will be noticed
Rewarding me my freedom
Then maybe I can find what I've always been searching for...


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Breaking bread

Tiny dirty hands layered in filth, grim under the nails, what dread do you face as you toil and toil throughout the long frightful day?

There is no comfort behind broken walls, no comfort in mothers arms, no safety offered to your wondering soul. Tiny hands scavenge for food, finding only aged bones with little meat, few scraps to feed your aching abdomen. Those hands so small, so cold, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around your petite frame, your mind replaying “How will I survive today?” But you toil, toil on.

The water there is none. Only blackened pools of thick mud and how you long to taste the cool refreshing drips on your tongue, to soak your calloused and bruised toes, but that fantasy has long been gone.

Feeling as though you where made to suffer, made to grieve, want and never  to obtain you start to weep. Those hands, those tiny dirty hands reach up and gently push aside the free falling tears that seem to never stop.

Though you can’t see her, her pain is real.
A child of hunger, a child of fear, her wanting is palpable, honest, and correct, no lusting just dreams all shattered by circumstance and sadly she is not alone.

So as you sit in your homes surrounded by loving faces, grand objects and perfectly set dinner places, give thanks as your hands, clean and untouched by poverty break bread.


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My Reckless Ways

I'm drowning in the tears from the sorrows of my reckless ways, now its just facing the days. If only i could've realized sooner what i have done, now the bricks are crumbling by the ton. Open my eyes and now i see, all i want from you is to forgive me. So you bring that poor dog in from the rain, though he just wants right back out again. I always find myself making the same mistake, i change and things break. Now its tough to see the light, sometimes i wish it was bright. So it could be easier to face the day, nothing gold can stay. Like mud on the pavement, it eventually washes away.....


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Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain


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Night, Twenty First December

The dry breeze moves gently
Infecting the Hamlet with its cool temper
Even the birds shake and generate calmly
A young lady sat at the front of a mansion
Her oily body shines with the aid of the moon. Anon
She look up to the sky and she remember
Her head comes down like a withered rose, sadly.
Her maids calls her in, she refuses she is forlorn.

I was fourteen when our neighbor came to take me
My parents, happy that their daughter goes to the city
Gave her presents. My parents hugged and gave me a pea
She hold my hand roughly as we walk along the street some people pity
Me. She left me with some men. We didn't eat till night only a nut
We were twenty. We were packed in a juggernaut
We slept in the container till morn. We had all cried like a dying kitty
My good neighbor is nowhere and they stood on us like Mcafee
Fifteen of us where above fifteen. Each of them was to be a harlot.

Two years for me to join them I spent as a house worker
With a man a wife and four kids. No I worked more than break pads
It was a house of six rooms of which I am the washer
I wash clothes from pants to suits to wears mostly laces and jacquards.
The box room was where I slept like a rodent
Though delicious I ate twice daily, the dogs six times with content
I never went to school; to the kids I was a rival and always a loser
After my second year I flee to the streets where I prayed to meet some lads
All alone I was lost not knowing were to go I slept under a bridge tent.

Then I turn to the markets to carry loads for lords
Before then I had been raped twice
The token I got I used to maintain despite all odds
By then I had known the city. Going to my parents was my one vice
They received me with high expectations
But they saw and got nothing. They asked me questions.
I promised not to tell the truth I told them good words
They wished to hear. To come back home three years after was very nice
I cried, I had to endure the shame, villagers taught I should be rich I got no 
ovations.

She now leaves in a villa 
As the governess. Her maids call her in once more
With their dry lips. With her face now unwithered
She rise up to retire at the door
She looks back at the sky and her smiles awaken.
Twenty first December she was taken
Twenty first December the day she was raped at the street corner
Twenty first December today. Her name? Bimpe Oladapo
Twenty first December the day she will die. That day is waiting.


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September 11th

Today’s the day
When it all went down.
The pain and sorrow,
And the worlds big frown.
It shouldn’t have happened,
All those innocent people,
Who had to be there,
Now have God as their keeper.
It wasn’t their time to go.
I feel horrible for their families.
I just want to ask you,
 To pray for them please.
The terrorists that did this
Will get what they deserve.
They’ll get Satan’s kiss!
They must be heartless
To even think of this!
There are people to thank
Like the firemen and cops,
And a lot of people gave blood.
Even if it was just drops.
When the towers got hit,
The world thought it was an accident.
No one would’ve guessed
That it was really terrorists.
So don’t forget this day.
Its part of our painful history.
It’ll be in the books.
But why it happened,
Will always be a mystery.


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I Hate Society

I hate society, I hate society
I hate society for a lot of REASON
Am in a society where society has no VISION
They only have a trend and if you don’t follow that trend
Then You Are  MISSING
And it’s a CONTRADICTION
I hate society but this same society I am LIVING
So when ever am around people in the society I don’t feel like BREATHING
Cus when I do, I will probably have all the trash in me due to the process of INHALING
I know by now you want to ask
What is this trash that society has?
But before I continue
Let me define society
“It is the aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered COMMUNITY”
Which one may say, society is suppose to bring about UNITY
But what do we see?
Society looking down on TEENAGE PARENTS and SCHOOL DROPOUTS
This same society campaigning and preaching against Abortion
Voicing out loud, ABORTION KILLS!!!!!
What if that teenage girl took some ABORTION PILLS?
Will society get the chance to criticize her for her mistake?
NO!
Am not saying that abortion is good but society aint acting cool
Now back to the school dropout
Have you ever bothered  to ask that young boy what drop him out of SCHOOL?
NO!
But why do you jump into conclusion by calling him a FOOL
What if that boy did what you did as a kid but never got caught?
Society is throwing dust into our eyes but expecting us to see CLEAR
We all have DREAMS,VISION and INTUITION
But we can get to our target due to society LIMITATION
And they say!
You are no body if you don’t complete a higher INSTITUTION
Society puts you on a Mission but don’t care about your FINISH
Society is the blame but the people is the majority of it
Where adults are COLD so the kids cant be BOLD
They mask their words so the truth is UNTOLD
I think society is the reason our forefathers got SOLD
But lets put that aside
Why can’t someone be different?
Why can’t someone be themselves without been mocked at or look down on
Society is a MASKBALL
Society is a Maskball, where we hide our real character and reveals it by hiding
But all I came to tell you is
Don’t let society be on your WAY
But rather be on society’s WAY
Cus’ after all it doesn’t depend on society
It depends on YOU
But until then,  I HATE SOCIETY!!!!


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Jatlo Jatla

      Jatlo Jatla 					
				

'Jatlo jatla is my name
 I shall seek no comfort that came
life had made no good for me
 I am like a camel on the sea'

'Look my kids are gone beyond
 one by sickle and the other in pond
the next day she joined in London
 leaving me in the dawn to mourn'

 'Rose ran away to Region 
 With a Wally and my wagon
My money! Millions are gone
 O maker what will make it come'

‘My castle burn to ashes 
  I am rich with no more riches
I slept in the field all day 
 On thorns and termites were I lay’

'On clothes I had more but one
 Food I gave now a grain of corn 
Friend left me with hugs and kisses
 O maker what will make me please'

'I aim to end my lone life
  The sword was blunt and the knife,
It gave me more than hell’s pain
 Death did not come one my plane'
 
'Who am I to have a name 
 I shall seek no comfort that came 
Life had made no good for me
 i am like camel on the sea"
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                  
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The War Part 2

NOON

The infantry open up for the cavalry
At full horse power speed they attack
Too late to use artilleries now
But it made some horses tumble, about a fifty
Six hundred horse ran to the infantry

Infantry too late for squares ran to the cavalry
They fired there muskets, brought down some sixty horses
It was the time of the cavalry lances where release
Unlike arrows it killed two at a time. The cavalry ran 
On the infantry. Head out of necks, arms out of scapulas, and legs out of hips.

The whole army retreats, they send their whole cavalry
Cavalry meets cavalry. One thousand lances released on a four hundred
Horrible! Men were carried from horses to horses, lances
Horse were raise up high, neighs turn to roars, lances
Now nine hundred and fifty to sixty, the opposite retreat.

The colonel seeing the sixty running ordered a chase. Fool!
The opposite's Brigadiers laughs, he ordered his brigade
To get ready. After their sixty drove in
The infantry made squares. At their captain's orders.
Salvo's were head, two thousand shots on a nine hundred and fifty.

Sympathetic bullets entered heads and hearts horses tumbled
They caused confusion, de-horse horsemen ran back.
It was only a ninety that penetrated killing a forty
Twenty horsemen retreated with wounds
There was silence, scout men where sent to count losses


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HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



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MORE FEAR THAN CERTAINTY

I speak with clarity and honesty,
and don't hide underneath pretenses;
never my promises turn into lies!
How long have you known me,
and yet you fail to see my sincerity...
when the warm light of friendship glows?

More fear than certainty
is a weak and recognizable trait
that strongly and deeply affects
any or all feelings humanly;
be logical and overcome distrust,
there are other ways to show love...
without being touched or felt!

Be sure to be true to yourself,
and not resent the unsaid words tomorrow;
open up to the noble truth, not false belief!
I am not demanding anything,
or foce you into doubtful giving;
isn't this friendship worth more than love?

More fear than certainty
makes gladness fall away,
thinking that being ungiving
is only a sign of selfishness ,
or unfelt sweetness;
each heart should be guided by self-defining,
not by self-scrutinity...
or a constant improbability!


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A Shame

I failed to defend my precious eminence 
That all I've heard is the sound of disgrace
The news had speard without my innocence
That flaps its wings conveying my face

I sat aside in the dark corner of my room
To shy to see the word outside
In me the secret that will trigger my doom
The shame that forces me to hide

Those smile I saw had broke my heart 
The voices I've heard had brought me pain
The hateful stares wishing me depart
A sorrow fall of one's in vain

These nightmares appears when I'm in bed
That I vow to death to take my life
The blood that flows well never shed
The pain in me not caused by knife

Ill paint this sorrow upon my lonely grave
This shame torments me until I die
Forever more hides in forgotten caves
And kiss them all to say goodbye 


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A Soldier's Sorrow

I looked out across the land 
and saw all my comrades falling down. 
Bodies of wounded and dead for I can 
see were miles around, so I took a breath, 
then I took a step with my rifle on my side, 
then I charged into battle with fear in my 
heart 'cause I knew it was time to die. 
And just the other week I saw my baby girl. 
She pleaded me not to leave, but I had to 
save the world. 
So I looked upon her face 
and smiled as a tear ran down my cheek 
o'my little baby Angela who I only saw last week. 
Now it's months and months within the battle. 
Many have done died. 
Goverment letters were sent to their love ones 
only to make them cry. 
O'why O'why do we live like this in a world that 
should never have been? 
It's the world that we're living in, 
a world that was forged from sin. 
but the walking dead keep marching on. 
Hoorah! Hoorah! 
The walking dead keep marching on. 
Hoorah. Hoorah. 
souls who thought they were coming back, 
now they find themselves all alone 
in a shallow grave, far away from a place 
they once called home..


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MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT

Make every moment count...
this is the promise I make to myself,
to deny the certainty of death:
an assumption stripped of all reality;
and it daunts others, not me...
as long as I get that glimpse of eternity!

Be an essential part of the living:
sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving...
instead of rebelling against society,
and fighting against an invisible adversary;
but if your  aspirations
are the strenght of your goals
everything takes on a new meaning,
even making your story worth-telling!

Make every moment count
by being clever and not indignant;
never live by pride and greed,
or expect a bountiful return...
when nothing is being achieved,
and praise can't be earned!
 
Be of a keen mind and love patiently...
revive a broken spirit with the kindest word,
and reduce your worries to nothing:
and though the world's vanities cannot be changed,
make an effort to have your voice heard;
what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily!

Make every moment count
and ignore the ticking of the clock,
to let awareness guide you through anticipation;
time is like roses with thorns:
it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless
you show meekness and sympathy,
it won't hit  you low...but grant you victory!


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The War Part 3

EVENING

Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there 
heads
Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs.
Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groans
But they are killed by the other wounded enemies
The cloud turns red. More still to go.

They wait for whom to attack first, the opposites did
They never touched their artilleries when their bombardiers did
Guns danced in the air, hands up, heads up, mouths up all down.
Their artillery returned fire, the same happened
The opposite had more arms, the killed more.

It was now time for the royal armies.
Each sides commanded by the Field Marshals.
White horses took to the fronts the whole army at the back
Seeing their Field Marshal’s Very Light the horses moved
The clashed was not ordinary. It was spiritual.

Heads rolled in the air legs and arms dance alone
For an hour the war came to its peak.
Artilleries were fired, square where made
And the cavalry moved like stampedes
The war was now disorganized swords were drawn.

Swordsmen reined while musketeers failed
Ten thousand men all dead of a course side will have to win
It was only a difference of hundred men. 
The reason for war?
A princess who is now married to a charming peasant.


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WHAT DO I TELL MY CHILDREN?

If you've lived in outback Queensland just as I have,
you must've faced at times the scourge of drought. 
You'd have watched the senseless dying of your livestock
and felt completely drained and numb no doubt.
Did you ponder on why life can bring such sorrow,
when other times you’re dealt a joyful hand?
Though the bitterest of blows is when the children
express, "Dear Daddy, we don't understand."

How I hate to see the hurt upon their faces,
but more so when they give your hand a squeeze.
And the question that forever haunts my thinking,
"What do I tell my children?  Tell me, please!"

Then one balmy morn way back there in September,
my children settled down upon the floor,
as they planned to watch Play School on television,  
but little did we know what was in store.
How they sat perplexed at seeing the explosions
of buildings there upon the tele screen
and the aftermath then left the children reeling -
left wond'ring at the images they'd seen. 

Though I sensed the children's minds took on the notion,
that things they viewed were happening overseas,
how that question still forever haunts my thinking,
"What do I tell my children?  Tell me, please!"

Hosts of men, who searched the mountainous piles of rubble,
live vividly within each young child's mind, 
plus the endless walls of pictures of lost loved ones,
placed there by anxious folk now left behind.
In their classrooms children talk about the horror
and can man stop the threat of war somehow?
Though our home is miles away from New York City,
our children know that life is altered now.

As my children leave the light on in their bedrooms,
lock windows which exclude a nightly breeze,
yes, that question still forever haunts my thinking,
"What do I tell my children?  Tell me, please!"

We had planned to fly the children to their grandma’s,
who lives just north of Brisbane on the coast,
but the thought of going on a 'plane is not on,
as flying is the thing they fear the most.
So as parents we have organised this summer,
a camping trip with some of their close friends,
but I fear the world will never be the same place,
though live in hope the terrorism ends.  
   
All I wish is for my children to be happy,
that innocent young minds can be at ease. 
Though that question still forever haunts my thinking,
"What do I tell my children?  Tell me, please!"





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Crazy Mick

Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
Wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat,
His hair was long and curly; spoke words barely understood,
His manner gave impression, he's up to no flamin’ good.

Shopkeepers grew an extra eye, toward their advertised outside,
Watching Mick out on the street, as up and down he'd ride,
This man was on outcast; different to the folks they know,
A little dirty, is a vagrant, and he acts a little slow.

Mick’s first stop the butchers shop, bargained for a ‘snag’ or two,
The butcher he felt pity, threw in an extra few,
This pleased Mick no end, as he left the butchers door, 
His feast was quick and final, ate the meat been given raw.

The pub through past experience, had little time for Mick,
For beer became his nemesis, urged forward his fighting trick,
Too many times Mick’s antics, had forced him to the street,
With bloodied nose, blackened eye, always getting beat.

Compromising was the bottle sale, take half a dozen and then go,
Sit over by the railway line, and then drink them nice and slow,
Young kids without feelings, teased Mick in his toxic state,
Laughing as he chased them, for he'd stagger and gyrate.

When Mick disappeared, our town wondered where he went,
Had he found a home! Had he died! Where has his time been spent!
It seems in potato season, when the pickers were required,
Mick was slogging in the paddocks, where potato tops had died.

The 'swampy' people honoured Mick, for he had no fear of sweat,
He'd bend his back the furthest, earn't the spud farmer’s respect,
They seen a different person, than the townie’s man un-trusted,
Hard working in the hot sun, not the drunk so often busted.

Mick perished one cold winter, alone inside a pickers shack,
Long after picking season ended, so what had brought him back,
He must have known his life was ebbing, left for where he felt no shame,
Spud farmers heads bowed 'round his grave, but not one townie came.


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Nobody's Child

Where was I born, who do I know,
All that I own is all here on show.
I’m nobody’s child, a child of the street,
Does that make me wrong, am I incomplete?

The beginning was the end for me,
It was all downhill for all but me to see.
I reached out for the sun and moon,
Not knowing that soon, they would both be in tune.

The drunken, shaking hand rises up again,
Leaving me alone with my new pain.
I only wanted to show that I can grow,
Have I learn’t more than I should know?

I can not cry, I can not show any fear,
I haven’t cried at all this year.
What is happiness, alcohol knows no limits, 
The futures not bright if I’m not in it.

As sure as the night will follow the day,
I’m destined to wander, you know I won’t stay.
The road is my bible, the stars my guide,
From winged creatures, I must run and hide.

I’m nobody’s child, asleep at the wheel,
Uppers and Downers, I will pop any pill.
Into the darkness, awake to the end,
How do I know that you are my friend?

I never looked for two paths, even when I had a choice,
I can hear so many people talking but only one voice.
I can not get even, let alone even the score,
I’m nobody’s child, do you see anything more?

The holes in the floor are round and not square,
Sometimes I think that they are not there.
Where do I stand and where do I go,
I’m nobody’s child, does it really show?

There is someone standing over me, smiling bright,
I am pulled in two directions, from the dark to the light.
Maybe I wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t all my fault,
I’m nobody’s child, perhaps I just wasn’t caught.


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A FORBIDDEN THOUGHT

Unconvincing words
is what I hear...
and need, not want
keeps bursting out
of your pathetic thoughts;
all is gone so sore!

A fobidden thought,
not spoken for your own sake,
what you hide is plain and clear;
when that voice starts shaking,
and those eyes start rolling:
I lose faith in everything you say,
look at me, and be as true as yesterday!
Have I ever kept a secret, or been insincere?
Sympathy wouldn't be in me today,
unless you revealed that forbidden thought!

Secrets can cause doubts,
enought to destroy trust and confidence;
are you still hanging on pretense?
Go beyond the storm and foresee
things that can't  ever been seen;
put it all to rest ...it's your last chance!    

A forbidden thought 
locked inside so shamefully
is another reason to fear truth;
being so untrue and silent
doesn't make easier for me
to forgive you like I would like toI 
A forbidden thought
lingering on unspoken lips
makes me sad and wonder why
it seems hard to face
the consequence of a lie...
when all you have to do is apologize!

A forbdden thought so unspoken,
never sheds light on anything too foregone;
something lost to time that only  love can
bring back from its deep darkness!
A forbidden thought follows a gloomy dawn,
afraid that the silence will find a voice!




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FOR THOSE I DIDN'T KNOW

They slowly walk to Ground Zero
to grieve for someone they lost or know,
I came to this site for all the fallen;
great sadness mixed with supreme joy,
because they've reached the ultimate glory...
in that place where no one is alone!

My poem is for those I didn't know,
for someone who needed help, but wasn't there;
I would have given up the very breath of this life
to have saved,at least, one soul...
not to make another bell toll!
This loud and deep voice
would have called out to them with infinite grace,
to pull their trapped bodies out of the flames;
and they would have answered me with a whisper...
to lead them, from the mortal darkness, into the living light!

Seasons change colors,
and every year one seems
different from the other;
I stay the same forever...
remembering that nobody 
is safe anyplace, or anywhere!
Be alert and vigilant as they couldn't be...
our enemies are full of treachery,
and trepidation is a sign of sure weakness;
they intimitate us with another menace!  

My poem is for those I didn't know,
and being that stranger I feel even more;
I would have offered my kind arms,
and let their wish,to stay alive,
fall in this caring heart flowing with kindness:
I would have taken their place and gladly died!


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Pope Puiu(2)

Lonely, singing "doina" in the magic corn field,
With a wooden sword and a little green shield,
I follow my elder brother and kids who secretly go round…
The naïve clouds and…a bee dancing in the air blond;
The kids smoke a cigar made from the corn`s moustache.
At sudden, a snake hisses near my flower… "Don`t touch !"
Puiu said and my brother repeated: "Don`t touch it!!
Soon after that, was I ready to cry and scared a bit;
But Puiu taught me "to smoke just like a pope".
So, by breathing ,I said: "Hoooo! Horses of Pope!" 

From the "Ballad for two violins"` landscape,
I remember him : happily eating a big grape;
Admiring the flock of thoughts with a thick thrill;
Since honey dawn, till the tender "Evening on the hill";
Then , running to open the gates for the bishop.
Then, waving his hand and calling the nun Hope.
Stroking a withered rose ,still  red in his hand… 
His smile in the no time light trying to mend…
Then, drinking hard and angry, good ready to rape
The monks` sacred silence blue; stroking his nape…
Again, with much faith praying and ready to nap.
I think good night was coming from his old cape.

I imagine him crossing the Grigoresco`s glade ;
"Here, God visited us…!" he happily  said.
"If I go in the heaven, I `ll send you a postcard."
The scent of onion tried to hide he had drunk  hard.
I imagine him guarding the heavens` blessed gates,
And… keeping us for a long time , his good mates
In front of them, as he did it with the bishop , once …


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Outback Duel

There are no laws designed by man, that mean a thing out where,
The drying sun on pastel lands, can’t lead all to despair,
Where frightened eyes can see for miles, across the saltbush plains,
Where death becomes a great relief, to those who suffer pains.

And I who after all these years, look back and still recall,
What I consider in my mind, the worst death of them all,
When near finished droving, what must have been ten thousand sheep,
Out there on those lonely plains, two deaths near made me weep.

My dogs and I were droving, the last two thousand for the shed,
On a station north-west of Balranald, where I’d always see ‘em dead,
Bogged in the tanks, or near the tracks, bleached bones and dirty wool,
Eye-less sockets, (blame the crows), or dingo’s never full.

Yet nothing hit me harder, when I noticed white and dull,
In the distance to the left of me, an old merino’s skull,
With spiral horns of mammoth size, fit for a bar room trophy,
Still where the old ram met his death, entangled in a tree. 

I tried to judge the reason, tried to reconstruct the plot,
I could only guess the ram, went to rub an itchy spot,
On that Belar of tender age, a trunk still straight and slim,
One horn wound like a corkscrew that soon entangled him.

Lord knows how long that luckless ram, walked around the tree,
A deep circled trench gave evidence, walked ‘round endlessly,
Alas though if it was not thirst, his dilemma doomed him prey,
Torn to pieces by a pack, or wedge-tailed eagles had their way.

I remember lifting up my head, and took the time to ponder,
The vast emptiness surrounding me, and that struggle over yonder,
One Belar had met its fate, where there’s no referee or rule…  
One merino lost its life, in this tragic outback duel.


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Creator and his love of People

The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for  his Glory and right never wrong 
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there he dates a child and give her to his other ministers and
they laugh and say a angel made them do it, of cruse your
child not thier now children will think that a angel well
will, of course he will meet his maker like the hornet
Queen and ice Queen and of course the person that
make the child scream in the ear of the creator. you
can make money of i want nothing Dailey


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The Great Actors of Love Loss


Its nothing now, I guess it’s whatever right

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting

Now all I can do is give you a hug,
a friendly unaffectionate hug hello and goodbye.
But when we hug goodbye
I feel what used to be,
your body close to mine. 
And I flinch, remembering,
The familiarity of your warmth
And I want you again.

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then acting is in my future

The guys remind me “women are there for your good,”
and that’s how I think,
you’re just another girl,
yeah that’s how I think,
when in not thinking of the times we got close,
times I would feel you soft kiss.


We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting

Funny thought, I think,
About the times I would kiss you
And the kiss would take my breath
Do I really miss you?
Or do I miss your kiss?
No, I really miss you laugh, no I miss your smile,
no, I’m sure I just miss holding you.



We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care,
Then I’m just a natural actor

Now we’re “just friends”
I smile and agree
But a piece of me wants to scream out in contradiction
Do you really mean we’re “just friends?”
Do you really feel that way?
Do you really feel that way after we shared that little time?
What I’m saying is I really do love you but 
Like a friend Tim once said
“Its only love when you are loved in return”

Its nothing now, I guess it’s whatever right

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting









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Your love is gone

Your love is gone

You, told me  that  you love me forever
Oh girl, you promise me you never say goodbye
Why can't you stay
and why did you lie
Now our love, is it over

I still played the loved songs each and every day
to reminisce the time that you say
I love you
and i hope you stay with me my baby...

Your love is gone
i miss you girl so much
your love is gone
Oh baby your still the one
i am down on my knees each day
and pray
but your love is gone


So many memories we had in the past
But seasons ended and it didn't last
you have the change of heart
now girl were both apart...


Your love is gone
i miss you girl so much
your love is gone
Oh baby your still the one
i am down on my knees each day
and pray oh wohh wohh..

Your love is gone
i miss you girl so much
your love is gone
Oh baby your still the one
i am down on my knees each day
and pray
but your love is gone..

Bridge
i give you my all
with my heart, and soul
oh girl,you give me pain
now my tears begins to rain
why didn't you wear this ring...

Your love is gone
i miss you girl so much
your love is gone
Oh baby your still the one
i am down on my knees each day
and pray
i am down on my knees each day
and pray
but your love is gone
your love is gone
oh girl your love is gone











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I ADORE MODEST WOMEN

I adore modest women,
so soft-spoken and
very elegant,
who aren't looking for men
to seduce without being
atrracted to  them!

There's a shortage of men,
and they try to get whomever they can,
ugly, handsome or good- for -nothing;
all they want is pleasure, not a friend! 

I love simple women
who are fashionable 
and very sleek;
I love women
who can look in their mirror
and say to themselves,
" I'm beautiful! "
Honesty can make any man weak,
enough to give them much more!

Be careful of women who touch their face
when they laugh and pretend to like your kisses,
giving you the illusion of a full moon...
in the middle of a hot afternoon:
you will burn, but won't remember a darned thing;
and all that wasted energy for a quick sling!
 
I adore modest women
who don't wear lots of make up...
to hide a despised face;
isn't simplicity
another form of beauty?
I adore modest women
who undress you when they're hot...
they make you feel wanted without words:
and that's when my passion starts up,
and I become a real man!


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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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Ballad for Pope Puiu(1)

 If in your veins ,you still hear the horses` silver hoofs,
And the copper moon escapes its smile on the roofs ,
Don't let them go alone as Pope Puiu did before to die :
He watched the empty wall and said his dream was just a lie. 
His sleepy devil darling,
And lots of angels sing…
The song of  Falstaff-Pope Puiu , my dear old mate:
Half is lowing as a mule: grave, grim and obstinate; 
He crushes the dark with white hoofs ,                       
He asks Coco , his brother to stand aloof,
While the fire was consuming their old roof…
The rest is mixture of lullaby and gospel …
The ember of desert slowly trying to spell:
JOB lives in me:
Lonely like a tree…
Coco wore white chilblains after long sleeping on snow.
Puiu wore heartburns ,and other inner wounds that grow…
They knew the ice and rude Siberian wind that froze
The parents` soul, the smiling sun, the rare rose
Of our old recollections with crossed golden swords…
But now, the grass knows a new play upon words:
There my thoughts were turned into stone.
I drink, friend, because I forget things; I feel alone
Like a syllogism burned by the life's light;
Like a hoof of mule crushing the night.
Under the rusty leafage and grass` oppression deep,
The unseen roots, much loneliness and secrets keep.


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GoodBye

Baby please don’t cry
I would rather see you smile 
Its time to say goodbye
Why won’t we rest for a while?

I know that our love is there
But I guess no body feels
Let’s both settle down to be fare
Let’s wait for the time to heal

You know what I also feel 
We both now we are depressed
But then again it’s isn’t real
There is something to confess

We both know that we are wrong 
Why we’ve come up to this
From the start we don’t belong
For there is something that we miss

I guess the fault is with both of us 
Nether it is yours or mine
For we have done mistakes in the past
I guess we were both so blind

Then so we’ve com e up to end
That we don’t waned to go back to start
I guess this love never mends
For we waned to be apart

Be happy where ever you may go 
You will always be part of me
I loved you, I want you to know
Let this love break and free


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The Road Fight

The crowd surrounded the side of the road
Looking at the scene.
An old man shouted on a young lady
He ordered her to keep quiet.
But the lady was very sturbborn.

She pounced on her opponent,
A man, a big man, she bit the man on his biceps
The man showed the arm, with blood, to the old man.
The old man slapped his daughter.
The young lady pushed her old man.

The old man fell in the hands of the crowd.
The big man saw this he then attacked the lady.
The crowd had tried to stop the big man,
But two were deposited on the lady's face.
The lady's eyes had sworn and her lips was blood.

The lady's supporters moved away to call another huge man.
Before the huge man came the lady had off her blouse.
Her bra was exposed as she was ready to die.
When her boyfriend came, he attacked the big man with a green bottle.
It landed on the big man's head unhappily.

Her boyfriend then stabbed the big man in the stomach.
The police came, then the crowd scattered and the police made no arrest.
That was the end.
Because the old man wanted her daughter the big man,
and the lady wanted to marry her own boyfriend.
That was the flesh of the contention.

Nobody in the world knew this.
It was only God, me and the reader.


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OH, MARIANNA GRAZIA!

Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!


She had a Grand Piano, made of cherry oak,
not covered with a speck of dust, and smiling
she played an improvisation with style; 
and it depended on her mood! The rays of sunlight
entered diagonally and rested on it, while
her feeble fingers played the same, harmonic melody;
and her hubby liked to hear those notes enthusiastically...
that's how I remember Marianna Grazia at her best!


Oh, Marianna Grazia...
went to church every Sunday,
and passing by my gate, she always said
hello, and asked how things were going! 
She gave every kid on the block candy
and flowers she grew in the back-yard;
oh, I miss how you hummed that song... 
oh, Marianna Grazia!


Today I walked by her house,
the Venetian blinds were closed at noon,
I was overtaken by a sudden gloom;
her youngest daughter approached me
and mutterred very grieving words,
" My mom has passed away in a tragic way,
she slipped and fell, and hit the cement;
she passed out as blood gushed from her forehead."  


Oh, Marianna Grazia...
never will I have another conversation
about her experience in Normandy, 
and the stories of a nurse during World War II,
were as inspirational as her vocation!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
look down below and wave gracefully;
life is not as everlasting as that love given by you,
oh, Marianna Grazia!


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Nothing To Find

Torn apart the dreams turn to tears, Going back to anger are the only fears. Trying to find a safe place to hide, The only thing is hate and guilt to the side. Nowhere to ease the mind, Nothing to find. 

True values of pain, Like a cowardly leader in battle to be slain. Rise to fall, There's no feeling to feel at all. Torn apart the dreams turn to tears, Going back to anger are the only fears. Trying to find a safe place to hide, The only thing is hate and guilt to the side. Nowhere to ease the mind, Nothing to find.


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A STRONG SPIRIT

Be dauntless
and show a strong spirit
when others stand back...
denying their help;
one is never by oneself,
if courage does exists!

Your rivals have gotten the best of everything,
love,luck, joy and prosperity...
and you still don't envy their riches;
while you stride through your battles,
and feel your anger and their mockery...
your judgement is stripped of all reality! 

Be fearless when confronting adversities,
find sense even in the most compelling strides;
others will show their sympathy
when you're stricken by calamity,
and their soothing hugs are as comforting as words...
with courage, not disperation, you'll head
down the promising road
and somehow you'll find your gold!

A toddler crawls before he learns how to walk,
you followed only your past...
causing you to ponder your regret;
tomorrow awaited others, not you,today
you can change your luck and even your destiny...
learn from your mistakes, be ready to fight!

Dare to be different,
with a strong spirit,
among those who seem dissident;
be that someone who reaches out kindly,
who has no fear in his heart...  
when he is treated humanly and fairly!  



  



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Burden In My Hand

I was coming down the mountain,
Run away children.
Everybody has their own opinion.
Holding it back hurt so bad,
Jumping out of my flesh and I said...

Follow me into the desert as thirsty as you are,
There's no station to fill the tank so do not drive your car.
Cause down below the truth is lying beneath the river bed,
So just close your eyes and bow your head.
Pain is suffering the torment of blood He shed,
Fall to your knees and drink the water that flows under her head.
I lost myself below the tree,
Would you cry for me.
I left everything deep within the sand,
Its just a burden in my hand.


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Fight The Mere Fight

So it begins, A man falls into his reckless sins.
Believes in God, Talks to him everyday.
Little does he know, The pain is sure grow.
Acts of guilt, sorrow and self retreat brings him crumbling down.
God is more than what others think of to him.
He's Almighty, Glorious, Powerful, Freind, Creator, Lord, and Father above all.
Thus he learns everyday what he reads in the Bible to which he takes in at heart, He breaks into tears wanting a new start.
God and his friends are the only ones he can talk to, No one else seems to understand thus making talking about what he wants too to them very difficult. He doesnt know what to do.
With little time and so much weight on his shoulders its hard to see a brighter side, Before he knows it he will lose his pride.
So much negativity is surrounding him where he calls home, He talks to God explains what is going on and awaits a message.
A message so clear only he could hear, Though some cannot stand to wittness any longer.
Repenting God is something he cannot do, He wouldn't stay true.
Hes in a never ending battle with himself on giving up and fighting the mere fight growing stronger under God.
But its a tough battle.
He doubts himself.
Making a stand from living or dying is one he may never break free,
But he knows he's not alone and he suddenly can see.
The burning passion of a light,
WIth it he learns to fight the mere fight.


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Fading Star (Part Two)

Her eyes sparkled and a smile played on her lips,
She looked all around the room, held her coffee, took two sips.
‘The world is still a beautiful place’, were the first words that she spoke,
‘I haven’t been here for a thousand years.’ I thought it was a joke.

It was then that I really looked at her as the sun played with her hair,
I knew right then that I was alone and she wasn’t really there.
I was sitting with a ghost, who was worlds away from her time,
She sits here alone drinking coffee, just waiting for a sign.

So I raised my hat and bade her well and wished her on her way,
I left her some money and smiled and then I got up to walk away.
But I stopped and looked at her face to see if there was any pain,
I told her in the nicest way that I hoped that I would never see her again.
 


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OUR PRESENCE WILL GREATLY ATTEST

As the years and times will change this bustling city,
once almost invisible from Heaven itself,
we'll remember it as it took on the face of death:
giving each other comfort and asking why
would anyone hate so much this nation...
to demolish what took years to build with devotion!

Our presence will greatly attest,
and send a message so strong and sound
that their ears will not miss;
angels still fly over that sacred place,
and watch it with their smiling faces...
to please God with all their will,
because they know too well 
that our sorrows can't be measured!

As the seasons and the days slip away,
only that memory remains timeless:
faint voiced of family and friends
wailing in the thick smoke and burning flames,
and as helpless as they are, where they pray,
they think of us as their Guardian Angels!

Our presence will greatly attest,
but nobody can ever sway us from our achievement:
a tragedy such as this, will not be repeated...
we lost too much to be intimidated!


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Anthony's Poem

I look up to the stars and see your face smiling down at me,
I hear the wind rustle the leaves of a tree and it speaks your name.
So many memories and so many dreams, too much to love, too much fear,
Thinking about the good times and we wish you were here.
Our hearts will never mend fully but are merged in love and understanding,
If you reach out for us and we are not there, remember, our hearts are.
You touched so many people and made so many smile,
Remember you are only sleeping, we will see you again when the time is right.


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CARRYING ALONG THAT SECRET

Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs 
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, 
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about 
carrying along that secret?

When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine  disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much;  and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the  small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize! 
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?

Women  and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against 
every injustice and not carry along that secret! 

My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England  by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
  
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun:  suddenly power and pride...gone;   
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! 
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but  silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!


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PRAYERS FOR EVERYONE

Hope you can see us from high above.
Help us be strong and brave forever no matter.
Be with us always in every which way you can in your kindness.
I will always find your light and keep it in my young heart in my best way possible.
You left us for a reason and we love you in our hearts.
You saved my life to give yours away which l'll  never forget.
It breaks my heart in tears terribly.
Your star will follow me everywhere to guide me in good and bad times.
Your in presence when were in pain and in happiness.
Lead us where we will be safe like the star you carry for each of us.
Let us accept who we are and why were on this earth.
Let your angels carry us where you are so peaceful when our time arrives.
My Prayer, Your Prayer, Our Prayers
Forever in our hearts.
With love always,
Your niece, your family.


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Babydoll

Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll


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Marie I-- Covenant To Thee

We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee


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Oh God I Cant Do This

It's been so long since that day changed my life and darkened everything around 
me I relive all the time minute by minute cant go with out crying I find my self 
wanting to call you until I remember I reach up as high as I can with my arms so 
wide It just aint right to still be here with out you near me, I'll say it clear while I 
hold back tears I feel so helpless some days I dont think I can live through this 
oh god I cant do this. So many plans we envisioned about growing up and 
getting old what promise the future hold, I tried so hard to run away from that day 
because I just didnt know what to say still to this day I feel so helpless some 
days I just dont think I can live through this oh god I cant do this. Contemplate 
visting your grave after all these years with so many fears I cant bare I hope you 
understand all this just was'nt part of the plan I feel so helpless some days I just 
dont think I can live like this oh god I cant do this. What I would'nt give for one day 
with you to tell you how much I love you it was a blast the times we had from little 
kids so close to adults I'm totally lost I find strength in memories of you and me 
but its not enough to calm the hurt, I feel so helpless some days I just dont think I 
can live like this oh god I cant do this I feel so helpless everything has changed 
I'm not the same as day's go bye can I get through this your truly missed oh god I 
cant do this oh god I cant do this.


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I was willing to

I was willing to fall
for the lie in order
to be famous and
have it all.

I was willing to send
all of my money just
to have fame and a 
happy end.

I was willing to believe
I have a true gift just
to have some award right
through it they could see.

I was willing to give 
them my poem just cause
I wanted to be known a good
life I wanted to live.

I was willing to tell them
It was okay I had no idea
Through the trap I almost
fell.


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Lullaby.

 Too tired, my legs please to rest.
 Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
 Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.

 "Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
  Stars rushout and watch over you.
  Fairies come this and tell story for you.
  They give everything if you want.
  I wish your eyes go to dream.
  May you florish! May you florish!"
  I heared this lullaby, i trance in..

  One man out of this, unknown looks,
  I told an italian warrior.
  His face look like flash.
  He invited with his whole heart.
  He served poor food but delicious.
  I have only one son, grey man said,
  He has fond of military services.

  One day he has forsaken.
  That time my wife has become mad.
  Daily she sings a song to a stone doll..
  I know your arrival purpose,
   "my son was dead in the war"
  Middle in the sky the crescent shinning,
   My weeps burst out,

  Mother wake, in her sarie clean my tears.
  Her comfort words, my blood burning,
  My son sleeping just now, who's friend,
  Saying good-bye, but my conscience did not move,
  Sacred red powder fix on my forehead, mother smiled
  Father tether my hand with a holy thread.
  Worth seeing! painful departure,

  I think about this affection, when
  My memories dispersed,
  Fanfare announced the war begins,

  I arranged my weapons.
   In my path lullaby continuously......


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To a thief.

Were these not your words that I read,
  a poets thoughts or a stolen spread.
My write, my thoughts, my struggles, my past,
  written for others to read or stolen for others laughs.
A rhyme brought together by the pain in side,
  you stole the emotions I cried.
Gone are the thoughts of some day,
   mirrored by the stupid game you played.
I found a site that put my mind at ease,
   I thought this site was my destiny.
It`s true ....the words are all we see,
   what put them together ...life's sobriety .
Now in your pages with others believing there yours,
   you didn`t fill the pain you didn`t unlock these doors.
So to you a write ....Thief of words thug on a site,
  take this poem and let your craft take flight,
the words you stole were some ones write.
tell the others this was your poem you wrote last night,
and when your praised hold back remorse with all your might, 
let them believe your this bright,
and deep down you know you were not right,
for a poem is felt and in a poets heart it`s held tight,
to let it out and put it in others sight,
takes a lot of courage to bring it to light,
so thief take it without a care and let the guilt be your fight.


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The Day I Lost You

As I sit here in the morning dew
I think of all the things we planned to do
I think of how we were going to live
And of all the gifts that you used to give
I think of the wonderful love we shared
And of all the ways you showed you cared
When one day it all seemed to go away
I wasn't sure what to do or what to say
I wish I could take back the day your love died
And all the months when all I did was cried
I know that I might never get over you
Because it's been two years since you said we're through
I know you've moved on and met someone new
Your love has grown for her because I feel it, I know you
She came into your life in a time when you were still mine.
You said that you were in love with me, then you crossed the line
It's all left me with an emptiness inside
A void of shame, I wanted to forget you 
But I couldn't no matter how hard I tried
So I sit here in the morning dew
Thinking of the day when I lost you


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People In Bars

One more for the good times, one for the bad
Another round for the happy, then for the sad
One more to clear my mind for that long drive home
Your nights are spent at the bar, so you are not alone
Reality hits hard when you are at home by yourself
You put your loneliness where no one can see it, it is placed on the very top shelf
If you buy them drinks, they will sit and listen
But they never will define what you are missing
When you socialize with a crowd who has had too many
Your thoughts ramble and your words are plenty
Once again you make it home quiet and afraid
Behind closed doors, you are misery\'s slave
The next day you are back where everyone knows your name
At one time or another, we all have done it, so bare no shame
Strange girls, a frequent one night stand
The Bluebird of happiness never seems to land
Sometimes it\'s better to live your life full of dreams
So some things become not as bad as they seem
Every hopeful in every bar wants their place in the sun
The bars will always be packed, some dreams may never come
I guess it\'s just another place that allows us to be who we are
Another group, another click, people in bars 


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Life Goes On

LIfe Goes On isn't long nor short but  just right
Life can be called on anytime
God has been good to us
He gave us life to live
Things to be thankful for
So this is just the beginning
So just enjoy life while you can
Because you can die
today, tomorrow, or anytime
because when you die 
Theres no more turning back
because life is full of ups and downs
that comes and goes
Life Goes On

I pray that all people on earth
goes to Heaven
Thanks to God he wakes us every morning
and we should thank him for that 
While we are awake today
Others are dying
One day one of them could be you or me
So that's why never live a lie
Always ask for forgiveness
Because its never too late for anything
Before there is too late
Life Goes On
And doesn't it goes by fast


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WHERENEVER THE SOLDIERS GO

These thoughts will follow
wherever the soldiers go...
to be with them in the battlefield;
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them like a shield...
in moments of trouble and fear!

This heart,penetrated by deep sorrow,
shares their belief humanly;
there will be many conflicts
appearing on their undistracted
and unyielding faces...
so that they must never relent or show
weakness when their lives are theatened
by the unmerciful enemy!

This mind,parvaded by sympathy and grief,
struggles with the thought of death...
why one must give up one's life
and free those oppressed by tyrants?
And would this life be enough to relieve
some of their desperation and frustation
by knowing that there's someone
out there willing to join them in their fight,
despite the horrible pounding in his chest?

This soul,obscured by unhappy news,
is not stripped of all hopes and visions; 
the unwavering war may last longer
and time causes its memory to linger...
to prove the dissenters that nothing
is more satisfying that the victory 
won in a distant  and different land;
is there anyone who disagrees? 

These footsteps will follow
wherever the soldiers go...
to make them stronger and proud,
fighting beside them to defend freedom!
 


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Silence has heard your cry

Silence has heard your cry
Emptying the heartache and pain
For you have captured our hearts
From the depths it will remain.
As you searched to comfort your soul
In the midst confusion appeared.
Transforming your inner most thoughts
Allowing anger to visit your fears.
For God knew your heart
As he visit that occupied space.
He saw your loving desires and 
wanted to take it's place.
Your willingness drew him near
Giving us an opportunity to see your smile.
Thank you for your presence
Now God may take home his child.



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beloved

you bring me to my knees
you make me feel so pleased
you brought me down from my high
your the one that makes me feel good inside

you r my beloved
and noone else should care
you said that u loved it
but i know to beware

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

you seem to have me in your grip

beloved (beloved)
beloved (beloved)

and now i really dont trip
you aree the love~ I~~ admit...


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Mother and Child

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy longs to hold his mothers hands

A mother’s angelic voice bids him goodnight,
She whispers gently to his little ears ‘sleep tight’.
And she gives a warm soft kiss on his fragile small head
She turns off the light, quietly shuts the door and walks ahead.

Mother sleeping in the night awakes as soon as she hears her son’s screams
And rushes with panic, soon she is comforting him of his terrible dreams.
Mother takes her son to school for the first time,
Scared and worried she reassures him and says you will be fine.
10 years later he is no longer a child but is still a young man
Still looked after by his mother who is his only biggest fan. 
Sadly few months later mother has slowly faded away 
Leaving her son to be independent, and lead his own way.

Some where out there in the lands,
A little boy no longer holds his mothers hands.


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Broken Hearts Bar

This is the place where they come to escape the stress in their lives 
A lot is from their husbands and wives 
This place gives them a lift 
The regulars start swooping in at 10 am from a long night shift 
At one time or another, everyone hurts and bears some kind of painful scars 
You can find all kinds of emotional burden here at the Broken Hearts Bar 
The doctors, the suits, the welders, we get them all 
Others escape by attempting to crank out a tune on the piano facing the west wall 
After a few drinks, everybody starts feeling well 
The alcohol numbs and strips away our protective shell 
Everyone enjoys talent night, it makes them feel good 
Distorted by the liquid courage, they believe this is their ticket to Hollywood 
A taxi driver of 23 years, complains about his back 
He has his pain killers with a double shot of Jack 
There is always a place for my down and out guests 
I lend an ear and allow them to get it off their chest 
The winners and losers come here because they are accepted for who they are 
Everyone is welcomed to the city's center of depression, the Broken Hearts Bar 
George tells me tonight he will be visiting for the last time 
He says this every night right around nine 
George takes a moment to reflect on the troubles of his past 
He tells me it's true, nice guys finish last 
So long, my time is near 
I will become a nobody and disappear 
He tells all his friends to keep reaching for the stars 
I smile and tell him, there is always a stool for you at the Broken Hearts Bar 
Yeah, I know here the door swing in and out 
I thought maybe at the bottom of one my drinks I would discover what life is all 
about 
The emotion in the air is thick like tar 
Please come again to the Broken Hearts bar 


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Death's Inspire

as I sit bye the fire 
I am intrigued bye death's inspire
Skeleton's move in organinized fashion
Filling the room with quarrled passion
Will join us now that u are the newborn
Do u reconize your own reflection 
Do u see your skin complextion
For u were stillborn
Raged from your ricies in a dire form of mislead conduct
Your kingdom once filled with flourishing material product
A striken life was promised with the vison of the world to come
Here u will bw washed in no blame
can u even remember your own name
u only lack this in my house
Mingle around and do try to find yourself a spouse
My attention drawn towards these sympathetic words
I am disturbed bye this walls are misshaped and deranged 
Captured souls in dysfunction while there bones are interchanged
The halls are filled with a shamful air full of evil deeds
I stand here out if existence and hormone


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THE GENTLENESS IN HIS BEAUTIFUL VOICE

In the early fifties...Elvis
was an unknown singer,
who struggled to be heard...
to be taken to stardom;
so he paid four dollars
for his first record
to cheer up this great nation...
'till its early inflation!

There was a certain provocation and gentleness
in his soft, unique voice...
enough to draw world-wide attention;
if boredom seeped into any soul,
it would turn into a feeling so joyful...
just by listening to his songs!
Ma and gradma finally gave in:
they listened to it without considering it a sin!

The gentless in his beautiful voice,
and the honesty in his warm looks...
couldn't be ignored;
and it was felt from Memphis
to Las Vegas..
from North America to Europe,
and anywhere Elvis' s
golden voice was heard!

Some folks considered rock and roll evil,
my generation idolized it...
it started to give music
an up-tempo that changed it forever;
and when he died,many assumed
that he would be buried along
with his legendary name...
they were so misled and wrong!

It's August...a sad month to remember,
and I sit by an old record player...
sadly playing his vinyl records
as if he were still alive:  frantically dancing,,
and singing his lyrics with ease!
Elvis, all that I remember...
all that I treasure of your rich life,
that ended in tragedy,
is the unsurpassed passion
you put into your splendid career!

Elvis, you didn't go without 
a remembrance or a tribute:
my thoughts are put into words with affection,
and my lyrics are set to music to up-lift me; 
and who's to say...that I am mistaken:
not to be proud  of everything you achieved,
and of the influence you had on me?  



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MARILYN

Marilyn,
don't displease your only friend;
yust for once take my advice:
your next step is simply wrong...
Marilyn,
your way isn't right to choose!

Marilyn,
please don't go now;
you will never know:
how much pain
and misery
you can leave me;
your farewell kiss
will be your only memory!

Marilyn, think it over...
don't give anything over...
this seems a sacrifice you never did;
hide no secret, I'll understand!

Marilyn, I have been the first
to take hold of your empty hand;
can you give me up so fast?
Yesterday you said you never would!
Marilyn,
don't hope
to find another man, 
who will appreciate
you as much as I always do...
it can be so hard for you!