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Our single soul

As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul

Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about

Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place

Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey

I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth

When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away

Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it

Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away

I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?

I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need

The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail

So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears

Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you

And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul

A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above


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That Old Red Barn

I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.

We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.

The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must 
be

Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that 
brave
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story 
within.


If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue

And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain

That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants

But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature

Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That 
Old Red Barn”

Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date: 11/13/2010


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The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.


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GUIDING MY ROAM





There is a room in my mind where panic raids And there I wander into my own bleak shades, Where floors of phobia creak come midnight and dawn As first breathing sounds of uncertainty are born, Here, a wicker of fear wrestles more than it seems More a fading face lost in the dark from screams, Trying to wax this anxious, riddled heart again As the mind races on visions of traffic scenes and rain. Yet, there is an inner candle that never snuffs out It lights brainwaves, and banishes deep doubt, A halo gleaming from so near, never too lame Though it knows not my name, yet it knows who I am, For years, it has slid like waves in shimmering glade Guiding fingers of hope with lit instincts I have made, Until peace glows in the soul, telling me I am home Knowing trust is the giver of life to end of my roam. © ‘.’.’.’’’….’’’’’’’’’. Debbie Guzzi’s Contest: Fear/ and Brian Strand's Any 2012 Poem By nette onclaud


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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.

She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.

And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.

I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.


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Peer Pressure of the Worst

Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's

Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man

What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams

For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you

For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow

Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php


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Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.


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Spirit of Chantel Noel

The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
 
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

God bless you Chantel.

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne



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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


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"Act of God"

“Act of God”

 Past all understanding somewhere deep within,
 A desperate need to realize something must begin,

Can't touch it with your finger, you must sense it with your heart
 Life’s lessons take a lifetime few chosen vessels start.

To comprehend forgiveness, to feel mercy fall like rain,
Could never live within us had we not suffered pain.

Took a lifetime to discover, so long to understand
 LOVE is the only act of GOD that we can do as man.

 So love without abandon, just give and never ask
 Be free from fear forevermore, discard the stifling mask

 That keeps you from your destiny, that robs you of your peace,
 God made you such a lovely soul, when will that self doubt cease?

 Fear tells you you must keep it, Gods shows you… give it all
 Your choice to live with open hearts one ransomed from the fall

 Truth calls for you to hold her and embrace her child named Joy,
 Hear these words, oh dear one please, my broken heart implores

 To look into the cosmic mirror, find Christ in one's own soul
 To hear these distant longings, see life’s mysteries unfold

Behold the love unseen; hear the whispers of one's heart
To gain true treasure sought of kings...now's the only time to start.



APOM

Lawrence Schrank and Caron Balman
( the 30 year poem) 


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THROUGH ROUGH WINDS



A turbulent dome rattles  overhead
Gathering a vault of electric threads
As lightning of fire mangles night, exhumed
Like a maddened howl piercing the frail moon.

Vivid the streaks deepening my own fear
When tempest grows and splintered clouds appear,
To assault human lives with its rough course
A power so defined without remorse.

Moments pass while the maelstrom twirls around
In vicious terror of its breaking ground,
While flash floods rise against a muddy sky
And prayers  bow in need of dire reply.

In a slow dash , heaven’s wind shifts its trail
Lightening the boughs as clear coast prevails
Through intercession, I see doves of peace
Blessed at last from my inner angst’s release!


Justin Bordner's Divine Intervention Contest
by nette onclaud




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THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


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DON'T WORRY - YOU'RE COVERED

Copyright © 2013
07/27/2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
  



by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm


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We Are Just Specks

We are just specks on a ball in space
Yet we think our actions some how run this place.

Trees, living organisms tower all around
We build things bigger them just to tear them down.

The smallest arachnid can hinder our fragile shell
Yet we send our youth to die amid a warring hell.

Our ideas are out growing our human form
We give ourselves freely to the devils storm.

We are guided by things unmeasured or seen
Like fear, hate, love, and especially greed.

We act surprised or mortified when people are killed
Somehow we forget the things we thought of to build.

Did we not think that evil would learn how to use technology
Or as we create, consequences of them are not wired in our biology.

For as a famous scientist did find, for every act
You better be ready for an equal yet opposite impact.

Yet we keep trying to find ways to make life easier
Is anyone seeing the opposite, for it is just getting busier.

We are just specks on this ball in space
Wondering when something much bigger will smack us in the face.


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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


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Give Them A Miracle This Year

Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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Kitty Came Calling

A cute little cat would make her scream
Not as cuddly as it would seem

She couldn't look into kitty's eyes
Looking at him would make her fear rise

She was sure there was evil within
A heart that was dark and full of sin

Others thought it was all in her mind
Kitty came scratching now she is blind

He tangled her feet and made her fall
With his claw he plucked out her eyeball

As she watched her eye roll on the floor
The kitty came back looking for more

With its teeth it bit into her flesh
Kitty preferred it's meat really fresh

How had she become this kitty's feast
Would she escape this horrible beast

Mind unraveling starting to break
Brought to reality with a shake

All of it a dream but it seemed real
It doesn't change the way she feels

Kitty means danger she stays away
If he comes calling she will not play


Poems to keep you up at night


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Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.


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The second miracle,,,,,,,

Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer

Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air

Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands 

My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans 

So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word, 

to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd. 

To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised 

Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised. 

They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made 

With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed. 

I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose, 

with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse. 

This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run 

So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun 

I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use 

My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse


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The Priest and The People

"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light

Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession

Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory

The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word

The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail

The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur

The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder

With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell

The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around

But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings

The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave

As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out


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World Around Me




The first time I opened my eyes
To the world full of many lies

I learned something around me
Looking everywhere, so much to see

Killing of people, wars for selfish reasons
Fighting for positions, cases for abortions

Hunger for power, unstoppable
Drug addictions, uncontrollable 

I see death with my eyes, a horrible sight 
A bad experience, but I’m absolutely right 



For Debbie’s Contest
March 12, 2013






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Dark Woods JH

I’d started walking hours ago,
Content with strolling in the snow.
The woods fell dark and, lost, I found
The eeriness of snow white  ground.
And then I heard a fearsome howl;
I felt a presence, heard a growl.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
And what was there, I daren’t learn.
I ran and heard the heavy feet
Of something wild, not nice to meet.
I tripped and fell and cried in fear,
I smelt its breath, knew death was near…



I love the creepy way snow glows in ther dark






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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?


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Spritual Gangster

You don’t want to miss this
But don’t be confused this aint Christmas
You’ve gotta get real my brotha and kiss this
I’m a spiritual criminal with lipstick

If you’re lucky you just might make my hit list
Coz I’m a murderer killing *****es ego’s with fake riffs
If you’re a moral criminal and do the minimal you can’t hit this
We must stand together my brother to beat this

Pleasure - pain, generosity - blame, loss - gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 

I’ll mind punch you in the heart and give you a soul diss
Aint no big brotha gonna hold me and frisk this
You’re not lost or all alone coz my arrows fire straight and can’t miss
Things aint changed and love can still fix this

Pleasure pain, Generosity blame, loss gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 
Love -love- love is all you need


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My World Of Dreams

Tonight my ink runs down my cheek...
It flows past my lips to a place it speaks...

It catches paper dreams that can't be torn..
Like seeing through written pages not born...

I wink my eye to brush away a tear...
Then slowly the lines fade and disapear...

I crawl away from demons that know my mind...
Drifting into a place where words  are kind...

My eyes close in hopes of a peaceful night...
In a dream that spills into my morning light...



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Succubus

Three nights in a row, exhausted, no sleep
Catatonic state, inner demons shall creep

Dose (Was I asleep?) jerk violently awake
Heavy pressure on chest, the weight of heartbreak

Arms spread; you were nailed to the living room wall
Struck dumb; I could not heed your faint, pleading c... 

***Succubus is the female form of Incubus, demons believed to torture their sleeping victims by lying on there chests


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Scary Moments

Something’s lurking in the shadows. Something’s hiding in the dark.
Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something out there wants to get me! I am losing my sang-froid.
Something wants to disappear me. I’m not being paranoid!
 
I used to have a neighbor woman--We cannot find her anywhere.
When I called for some patrolmen.  They did not show ‘cause they don’t dare!
Something outside isn’t human-- or at least not anymore.
A cannibal or psycho axeman, or just a clown covered with gore.

I’ve got the willies something fierce. Those shivers just won’t go away.
I’m not ready for the hearse. Too scared to run…too scared to stay.
Someone’s walked over my tomb, or given me the evil eye.
Something’s out there in costume--Trick or treat, it’s time to die!

Something’s out there by my window, so why doesn’t Fido bark?
Something’s lurking in the shadows.  Something’s waiting in the dark.


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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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Inner Gehenna

Over The Past Years I have Become Increasingly Obsessed
By The Fear That Surrounds Growing Older Alone.

However, My Constant Instability, Combined With Intuitive
Intellect, Have Shown Me That To Be Utterly Knowledgeable.

                                 - You Have To Experience Fear -
                                          - And Nourish it -

Where I would Usually Indulge Myself in Repulsing Even The
Slightest Idea of being in Isolation, Maybe it's Become Necessity.

Hell, Maybe I'll Kill Myself Just To See if I've Got The
Necessary Testicular Fortitude To Embrace The Everblack

                                 - There's So Much New Misery Around -
                                        -Mine is Becoming Obsolete -

Nothing Hurts More Than a Summer Spent Fitting Sanity
Back Together Like a Child Attempting a 10,000 Piece Jigsaw.

However it's refreshing to be able to Feel to such a depth
That the eyes become Wet, Narrowed and Bloodshot.

                                 - The Realisation That Pride and Masculinity -
                                       - Is Just Another Product of Society -

Hopelessly Built Upon Thousands of Years of Irrelevant
Hierarchies, Throwing us Back into a Feudal Cage.

We are The Omnipotence. We, The Human. Not Some
Dreamt Up Creator Who Disguises Fear as Faith.

                                 - Maybe This is Hell -
                         - And We're All Burning Together -       










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shame

Why do people look at me
as if, I'm fruit from a poisonous tree

I'm not strange and wouldn't hurt a flea
yet they act, as if they see a killer bee

Avoiding eye contact, then running off
I'm brand new and not feed from a trough 

I'm not beautiful, just a piece of fine art
take a look, you'll see, what sets me apart

I may look big but, I'm an average weight
When you pick me up, your fear will abate

You can hold me with your hand, to investigate
If you want to learn the truth, don't speculate

People segregate, perpetuate or regulate fear 
Please let me educate you, about my sear

Put my butt, on your shoulder, and hold it there
As you learn, practice safety and always beware

I'm strong and powerful and benefit all mankind
Vision and sanity required, I can't read man's mind

I'm a new semi-automatic weapon with many a name
Man made, blame his greed, insanity for the shame


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Your Arms Around Me

Your Arms Around Me

Put your arms around me, hold me 'till I feel safe
From the fears that hound me and hide their evil face.

Let me feel your body, so warm while holding mine,
Until I can not see the fears that steal this time.

Let me feel you breathing,in symphony with me
Releasing all the pain, that longs to be set free.

Put your arms around me, and feel the stitching start
Each beat, that's resounding, will heal this broken heart.

by~Deborah Burch©

3/18/2012


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My Fate

I wish to find that gate...
Whoes track meets my fate!


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Living contrasts

two people telling their stories
one fighting, one worries
warm breath shifts into white clouds
cancer’s death a freezing shroud
I listened to the both of them
their trust a private  gem 
I felt their huge and intimate fears
while walking on both saw my tears

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012

GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 
Contest Judged:  12/17/2012 12:00:00 AM	 
Sponsored by: Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


5	Living contrasts        Ellie Daphne van Stralen




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What Do I say

I see you over there with a smile on your face,
that makes you glow and stand out to me in this place.

I watch you to see if you notice my look,
You make my heart ache like a fish on a hook.

It's hard to approach such beauty I know,
I bide my time to let my confidence grow.

I try to think of something unique and special to say,
but I know there's nothing that others haven't tried to play.

Looking at your hair and longing to know you more,
What could I possibly say that you wouldn't ignore?

Your smile makes me melt in my imagination of you,
One mistake could easily push you away and it's through.

How could I approach you with such a beautiful attraction,
I feel we could have such love all I need is a good reaction.

If I can't think of something to say you can't refuse,
I fear that you'll be gone forever and I would lose.

Why has it got to be so hard, it can't always be,
Give you my love, but my love you'll never see.


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Sandman's Evil on Halloween

A pumpkin at Halloween shows respect Known protection from the evil suspect One that travels in the deep of the night Pumpkin’s light keeps this soul away tonight The Sandman comes many days of the year But never with the vengeance one would fear That Halloween brings for the evil craft Where sleep carries dreams and nightmare’s dark shaft In your room, if you don’t have pumpkin cries The Sandman leaves his mark into your eyes Leaving evil nightmares inside your head Crawling with hatred wishing you were dead That’s why I always hold my lit pumpkin Protect me from evil that does begin On this cursed night, terror of Halloween The greatest night that has ever been seen
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Haunted

I lay awake in the midst of tonight,
Imagining scenes beyond my sight,

Overwhelming the darkness with the smallest of light
Witnessing my fears in full flight.

Thoughts prowling the shades of night,
Sweetest of dreams a true delight,

Echoing throes of peaceful slumber,
Flashes of faces amidst lightning and thunder.

My own thoughts haunt my faintest sleep,
Gruesome insomnia makes my eyelids weep,

Feigning bravado, I dive into the deep,
And pray that the fruit of my errors I shall not reap.


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Unravel Me

Tears stream like water, rain in the night
A heart that still hungers for all to be right
Stoned by a circle, mocked while on stage
Emotions grow heavy from pain into rage
Scabs that were healing I picked them apart
All to uncover, I had to restart.

The essence of the soul, Purity
Only in your arms, Security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You’re the one who saves
Hear me while I sit
In the dark.

Carelessness, comes from movie clips inside my mind
Walls built to last start to unwind
And I can’t take the ache within the knots
It’s as if all I’ve learned I just forgot
For the flames of bitter yesterdays just ignite
Restless with this walk, I lose my sight

The essence of the soul, purity
Only in your arms, security
For the ship is overtaken by rough waves
I know that You're the One who saves
Hear me while I sit 
In the dark.

But I’m not alone
No I’m not alone
Going to the otherside
I must resist this fear 
And
Come alive!


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 4-8-12
Song written for the piano


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Max and Alton Towers

Little Max to Alton towers did go,
He went with his granddad, who some trains did want to show.

He loves his trains does Maxy, his excitement was mounting fast
Until he went on the “Runaway Train” then even his granddad was aghast.

The train set off WOO, WOO said Max, enjoying every minute
Until the speed picked up and he could hardly hang on in it.

Granddad hugged him close and tight
And looked at his little face, all screwed up in fright,

Then he found it was a reflection
Of Granddads, own pale complexion.

They clung together through all the dipping and the diving
Granddad trying to be brave, and Max not be depriving.

Woo, Woo, went Max but in quieter voice,
 He didn’t really like this choice.

As the ride slowed down to stop, relief in Max and Granddad grew,
But oh they were in for a shock, when a second time round it flew.

A smiling Granddad holding tight to Max, he was trying to look so brave and strong
I don’t think I like this granddad, I think you have got this wrong.

Then the ride came thankfully to a stop,
Granddad lifted Max down, who to his knees did drop.

Thank you granddad that was good, but please make me a promise
I’m not sure I’ll believe it’s good, you can call me a doubting Thomas.

I’m sorry Max it was in, fun and I promise, and this is law,
I won’t take you on a train again, until you are at least the age of four.


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Crippling Darkness

A summer night in an autumn's room
My fingers shaking, my heart's constant boom

My eyes are closed but i'm not asleep
The fan on high is the only faint squeak

Repetition makes a fool out of me
(Change the game to live happily)

Prayer offered fervently upon shaking knees
The shadows descend from outside trees

Hypocrisy, shame: the names of my game
My misery, my reality needs no such fame

Repitition makes a fool out of me
(I'm changing the game, so I can see)


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The old man's daughter

Heard the old man's daughter
Screaming, touched once more.

I grabbed my courage and got my gun.
Walked out to the bare land.
Knocked down the door.

"You haven't met me, I am the only son".
Pulled the trigger and shot him dead.

Those weary eyes stared back at me.
Those last words ran through my head.


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A Whisper In The Dark

                                      Lost in the rain, I did't see your smile...
                                Tugging on the strings of my heart for a while...
                                     I reach my hands through the darkness... 
                                     Clenching and holding all that's endless...
                                  I try to scream but whispers steal my voice...
                                 And only silence and blindness are my choice...
                             Like a drop of rain that never reaches the ground...
                             My cries of desperation fall to a all to similar sound...


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GOODBYE

The leaves are crying 
Winter takes charge

The daylight is gone 
Quietness takes place

The church bell is ringing goodbye 
Angels are singing welcome

The time is getting high 
Check out what is left behind 

So quicker than thought 
Yet a life is gone 

Everyone will go this journey 
Time unknown to anyone is the reason for this goodbye in tears


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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



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Her Name

She colored my eyes red
She's broken, filled with dread

She looked into my eyes
Through glass that made a disguise

And cried me a solemn lullaby
When I said hello she said goodbye

She took my hand in hers
She healed the scars of spurs

She held onto me, her song
Of loneliness, far too long

I look into those eyes
And see through the red disguise

See through the shattered glass
Through the blubbered mass

She colored my eyes red
Her soul striving, her body dead

But living all the same?
Confusion is her name


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Notable Quotes

I will show you fear in a handful of dust

TS Eliot wrote “The Waste Land” and he said “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Maybe he had read Genesis in the Bible, back then it was perhaps a must.

At Genesis chapter3 and verse 19, Adam and Eve are now disgraced
Adam and his wife Eve are from the Garden of Eden being displaced

The pronouncement made by God that day, I am sure it bought a tear
And this is perhaps where Eliot got his line about a ‘handful of dust and fear.’

“In the sweat of your face you will eat bread, until you return to the ground”
Now I am not sure at this point but I don’t think TS Eliot was around.

The quote continues “From dust you were taken and to dust you will return.”
Now that is the wages that sin did pay, the wages Adam back then did earn.

The fear of man is dying but worse than that when it’s getting near as it must
Remember that Eliot and the Bible say, “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”

© 15/11/2012 ~GG~

Competition Entry:


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new begining

 
Jan2012
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.


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Scaring Myself

I tiptoe through the darkness as silent as the night,
My ears attuned to any sound, there’s not a soul in sight;

Goosebumps prickle across my skin as panic washes over me,
I hear the slightest noise ahead and I strain my eyes to see;

My uneasy breathing fogs the air as my heart pounds on in dread,
I stand in the black frozen in fear, my feet have turned to lead;

I shiver uncontrollably as I wait in the dark alone,
Terror grips my heart as I prepare to face the unknown;

I’m poised on the balls of my feet ready to bolt into the night,
Then as I’m getting ready to make a dash, my hubby flips on a light!


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T'is the Season of Golden Fish and Bells

Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing
why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way?

Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart
and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos.

So I have only my new toy phone and these crazy fish
mating and multiplying and swimming past golden bells.

Who am I kidding, how could I not be productive every minute
when rest is denied me for a cough, swelling at throat.

No excuse, one could say, fish will always be fish, darting
from threat, meeting their feed needs, following children.

So why am I no fish, no human with this glazed brain
when the carols unroll with the bowing of violins, trumpet

of joy. Isn't that enough, sheer piping pleasure blared
to night, to dare fears entrance, to light up world

Isn't that the true message, you and I here, meeting 
for an hour, a gift of sharing, the unrolling of fatigue,

the quieting of sorrow with the birth of a new world.
How new? Minutes new, this is enough for joy

to cherish the golden fish swimming into you life
disappearing like tomorrow's sun forever but alive.


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The Painful Facts

nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
 
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

Dedicated to Chantel

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne



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Chosen

I do not want to go through this
It is like walking in the icy rain

I am staring in the sun without sunglasses
Something to deviate from my pain

Ivy continues to grow on my house
While I just sit and watch

It is starting to take over
And, no one hears my screams

Sleep is my rescue
Night is my reprieve

This is my life chosen now
But, how did I get here?

Better yet, who will set me free?



Holly P. Moore
October 2012


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FROM HELL TO ME

               Hidden away by a Mother's love
	To the protective torture of the clergy glove
	Sentenced to a life of hell
	Before life began, the hammer fell

	Frightened children, black and white
	The dog yard coffin, the dark of night
	The stars looked down on naked flesh
	Scared eyes looked up through wire mesh

	Until the stars could look no more
	And the sun, it opened daylights door
	The demons woke and walked the halls
	The scream of silent “help me” calls

	No one hears their silent pain
	Or see’s the blood between the grain
	A nation’s fear of God above
	No one to hold, no one to love

	Finally a letter states
	We want them home, freedom awaits
	But where is heaven, where is hell
	Through their fear, they cannot tell

	Violence, drink and Daddie’s girl
	Wishing she could be a pearl
	All safe and snug, within the clam
	No one to fear, but who I am

	So, who am I and what’s my worth
	What’s my purpose, on this earth?
	I’m here to live, and one day die.
	I am me – myself – Just I


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What I wouldn't want to relive contest

The innocence thief opens the door
The slithering snake asks her for me
Feeling edified by his purest for lust
Stealing dreams by seducing her trust
A closet filled with boxes and pain
Icicles form on this young girl’s shame
“Nicole it’s your turn to satisfy me”
She chokes on his flesh and insanity
Not sure if she’s performing correctly for him
But deep in her heart she knows it’s a sin
The Jack Daniels bottle still rests in his hand
It’s the first night she has ever been with a man.


By:
Contest: What I would not want to relive!


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My Darkest Dream

I go to bed an close my eyes;
That is when my imagination flies.

I dream of family and friends,
Then I see their ends.

Darkness drowned the light,
And I lost the will to fight.

Darkness walked,
And Fear talked.

In Darkness, I did drown
While Fear held me down.

In Darkness, I had a path to choose,
But what would I gain? What would I lose?

Every feeling of Hope
Was taken and bound with black rope.

Kindness and love were no longer there,
And could not be found anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but could not see,
Because Darkness had a hold of me.

I tried to scream and scream,
Trying to wake from this evil dream.

I prayed and prayed. I prayed with all my heart,
And finally the Darkness began to part.

My soul, with joy, does scream,
Because I have waken from my darkest dream.


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Wild Ways


Thru all the things that could be, and all the things that have been,
You, my son, have led your life… as if living it were a sin.

You’ve danced in all the confusion, the fallout, and the rain…
As we did try to join with you, to direct you to a life you could obtain.

Life is not an endless party, where the music will simply never stop,
And we can’t forever continue to be your ultimate, supportive, backstop.

The merry go round that’s circling will have to eventually stop and let you off.
And I know the world, for you, will be… at its best… immensely very tough. 

So forget about the parties and set some long-term goals you can hold to…
Or when you’re old and all alone, no one will want anything to do with you.

They will have their families, their vacations, retirements, and their friends…
And if you don’t stop playing… you’ll have nothing in the end.




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Fear

I live my life in fear each day 
Afraid to die in any way 
To die in pain of any kind 
Such awful things run through my mind 
People tell me "death is happiness" 
A place called heaven awaits above 
Where there's no pain, sorrow, but lots of love 
Why do I listen to what people say 
When they've never been there in any way.
If I said I wasn't afraid to die 
I would only be telling you a lie 
My fear of death is so unreal 
But we all will go, no mater how we feel 
The thought of being in a deep dark hole 
I pray to God, please take my soul.


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Ignored

Ignored, Her words mean nothing.
What she has to say does not matter,
There for she does not matter.

Nothing, worthless.
Her heart is a toy to play with.
She values nothing but a merely cow.
Sold throughout masters.

What makes her happy
Gets thrown away.. Memories lost as well.
There is nothing in her life,
but emptiness and sorrow.
I'm her.


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Unease

Unease


Woke up to a morning that did not feel right
Looked over my shoulder to see what was insight

Tried to ignore this feeling of unease
Wanted this day to flow like a breeze

Had errands to run, a long day ahead
Kept my thoughts in focus on good things instead

Then a white dove flew in my sight
Wondered if everything was gonna be alright

Headed back home a black cat appears
Before this day ends, gonna need a few beers

Nothing every happened on that uneasy day
Thank God for this, I must pray!


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Guard down

Outside her home, proudly he stood -
gun in hand, just as any guard would.
Daily, he had to face a heartless war -
protecting the house at which society tore. 

He had built an indestructible barricade,
Outside which he stood for more than a decade. 
He sheltered her home from the many evils of humanity,
He kept her strong, she maintained her sanity. 

No one truly got to know the girl that he protected. 
But after a sleepless week, his duties were neglected. 
In a moment of weakness, the wall fell apart.
The guard shot down, the girl back to the start. 

Vulnerable, she realized the world won't like her with a frown: 
So never again, will she let her guard down.


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Running away for love

This could change my life.
He knows all i want is to be his wife.
I'm so ready to be gone,
I'm so sick of feeling alone
Should i stay or should i go?
I ask my best friend and she says "hell no"
Its not like I'll be gone forever
Only one more year and we'll be back together.
Its a fresh new start,
With someone i love with my whole heart.
So many thoughts in my head
as i lay on this cold stiff bed.
I just want to be in your arms,
Just so scared of who this all harms.
My hand shakes as i write about this decision,
Like a new doctor making his first incision.
In my heart its a 100% yes
But in my head I'm thinking 'is this the best?'
All the thoughts of this goin right 
Out wieghs the thoughts saying 'this isnt so bright'
Finally out of the madness
No more having so much stress.
No more screaming in my face
Finally ill be in the right place
Just hoping they accept me into their home
Because God knows i cant do this alone.
This isnt a maybe
are you ready baby?


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Heart Attack

I only had one heart attack
...but it felt like two.
When the second came,
it was quite true.

The wait seemed long
...but I knew it short.
'till the tests came back
and could now cohort.

The weeks went by
...but they felt like days.
I had missed the pain,
yet I feared the blaze.

The years have passed
...but only seconds remain.
Now I fear the heart.
Here comes the pain.

It's quiet and stiff
...but also dark.
Here is my death.
Goodbye; a lark.


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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door


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Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being


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Friends, the Barmaid and I

I was not a drinker, I must confess.
Well, once in a while I would transgress.
A studying student perched on the stool 
Avoided eye contact and men's lusty drool.

One quiet afternoon visiting the barmaid,
No one was in the club to cause a tirade.
Three drunks came in for a mid-day drink.
They put up cash; their coins made a clink.

I started to leave, but she asked me to stay.
New comers to the bar, first time, that day.
Partially smashed, they started to glare.
I could hardly bear their shameless stare.

I sat at the counter drinking my water.
Before too long, those three became brasher.
Buy her a drink; No, thank you, I said.
If eyes could kill, I would have been dead.

A bit unruly, they became quite insistent.
I ordered my usual; they happily gave payment.
Three glasses of water I drank that day.
We played pool when they went on their way.

© October 30, 2011


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Confessions to a Bartender 	
Sponsored by: Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer


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A Life Saving Whim

We are going to Corfu, what a great thing,
Come on its booked, let’s go and buy everything.

‘Hang on,’ say’s hubby, 'In Corfu it rains a lot'.
'I want more sun, not the rain, we have already got.'

But it’s booked we are ready one week to go,
‘I want to change it’ he says, 'so to Rhodes we will go.’

At that time we didn’t know what a crossroads that was, 
Instead of Corfu, we changed it because,

My husband and I wanted more sun than the rain
That was the point in changing our plane.

Ok, we are at the airport, now watching and waiting
The flight we were booked on was just to the runway taking.

It stopped all of a sudden and smoke did appear,
The poor people on board, they could not get out of her.

We had changed our holiday on a whim because of rain
Fifty Four people died in front of us on that plane.

The plane we had booked but had changed at the end
Took all of those lives but our prayers we did send.

The crossroads had appeared we were lucky that day
We had changed our course and our lives that we can say.

But to the families of those that perished back then
We have never forgotten and ours prayers still go out for them.


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Shaft of light

It was a dark and lonely night
Suddenly there came a shaft of light
My heart was jumping out of my skin
While trying to keep all fears within
I became silent, my legs became stiff
I felt like I was pushed of a cliff
Then suddenly I saw a strange ship
I got so frightened that I bit my lip
It came and disappeared
Then again it reappeared
Is it aliens or just a dream?
Maybe some things aren’t what they seem



Date: 9 February 2013


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THE REALM OF HARMFUL REALISM

During my sleep no sound is powerful enough
to awaken me from the realm of harmful realism.


Hours roll and not being aware of a temporary death,
every past life's event I relive with bitterness and regret.


I flint as an airplane piercing misty and thick clouds,
not wanting to be trapped in any hypnotic state.  


People who harmed me suddenly come into view,
some are dead and still haunt me with their laugh.


I sweat as grass on a humid day, I terribly shake and fall out
of the bed...realizing I've left the realm of harmful realism.


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Anon

Buried alive in a tomb,
Wreaking havoc on my mother’s womb,
Stiffened by emotion and a dwindling spirit,
Screaming my lungs exhausted with no one to hear it,
Self pity and inexhaustible shame,
Dare I utter mine own name?
Alive, Alive is but a word,
Uttered in a tomb, its echoing laugh is absurd,
My perspectives have darken, my outlook bleak,
My tongue grows numb as kind words I speak,
What is this fluttering I hear?
Mine own heart stuttering with fear?
Halt! I cry, why? I ask,
Understanding of these happenstances is beyond my grasp,
For I have defaced true beauty’s form,
As a consequence, behold my forlorn,
In the depths of my aching soul,
Lies the contentment that escapes my sight to behold,
For in my state, I swear it is absent,
Drifting into depression I am hell bent,
How can I be helped when I will not help myself?
Destined for ineptitude as dust on an old wooden shelf,
My words are empty, lost is the song in my voice,
Destiny should never be a matter of choice,
For therein lies the predicament and the wholesome blame,
Destiny has made it choice and now I have no name.


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Walking on the street

After dinner I was just walking on the street,
Suddenly behind me I heard sound of someone's walking feet.

It was 10 at night,
And around me I felt that evrything wasn't right. 

My inner soul said that " turn around and whose there take a look ",
But my foot ignored it and another step forward it took.

Suddenly the atmosphere was also a different dish making,
And the trees around were thunderously shaking.

I was really shivering though it was not very cold,
But I motivated myself by remembering a thing that to me was told,
That in such a situation we should always be bold.

On my skin goosebumps I found,
But I took the name of god and turned around.

But fortunately only a few number of wards I could see,
And " where I am " came a voice from me.

I continued wondering that: I am where? 
Suddenly I realised that I was just reading a book named " a place called here !"

I understood that I was just reading a big tale,
But of fear my face was still pale.

I thanked god and the sweat generated due to the fear I swept,
And again in the horror of the story I slept.

Book- a place called here 
Character-sandy shortt 


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The Day God Saved Me

December 18th I felt the urge to cry
I felt like taking my life

Giving all back to my Creator at once
Saying "what's done is done"

I walked in the cold hours on end
Contemplating death as a sin

I wanted to talk to someone about my pain
But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane?

Still searching for something to gleam about
Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch

Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure
Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner

As the blood drips over the bridges edge
Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?


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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive


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The Deadliest Dinner

The feast was over, the diners filled,
When abruptly they keeled over and their innards spilled,
Unto an immaculate floor, courtesy was disabled,
Spewing their filth upon white walls and cluttered tables.

In a sudden realization of what had been done,
They discarded all valuables as they turned to run,
Only to discover the exits to be blocked,
Every crevice, window and door, barred and locked.

Petrified, the befouled guests sought out their charming host,
There He was, glass raised, about to give the evening's toast,
Bellies clutched as they collapsed into a sea of sweat,
Gaping at their frail pale friend, a foe never before had they met.

Weakened murmurs weaved through the majestic hall,
As the terror of recognition descended upon them all,
Then with a last shred of indignation, the Mayor declared:
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?"

"Hell it would seem, is a most appropriate word"
Said the host of the evening in a voice barely heard,
Not one of you have nightmares of the bloody wreckages left behind,
Manipulating and exterminating, all your friendships were well timed,

When I walked into your lives,you drunk deeply of mine,
You took and you took, I cooked and you dined,
But tonight is the night, you will hear the forgotten voices sing;
Of the ghost who hosted the deadliest dinner and made hell's bells ring.


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Wits of a man

The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy,
But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry.
 
But what was interesting, that there was a mural,
It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral.
The colors were faded, and burdened with marks,
Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks.
It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid,
I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait.
The face of the woman was covered with graze,
But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze.
 
For a moment I thought, I had gone mad,
When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad.
I blinked my visions, to trust my perception,
I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception.
My face was pale, my hairs were struck,
I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck.
I thought to myself I was delirious,
Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious.
 
 
 
 
 
I waited a duration until the weather calmed down,
But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount.
The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon,
When I looked at the painting before, to eased my  tension.
My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare,
First the maid, now the scrawny  woman wasn’t there.
I backed to leave when voices disturbed me,
saying “You’re going nowhere, this is the place you’ll ever be.”
 
 
I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane,
Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains.
I got up apprehended that my costume is now white,
And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight.
The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room,
I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom.
Until I notice on top of the iron door,
A header flaunting; “the mental institution of schizophrenia & more”.


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Into My Lungs The Murky Flows

Finding solace in the shadows,
Eyes burning from the day's glaring glow,

Looking inside for the flickering flame,
searching deep for something without a name,

Lost in darkness, the abyss taunting,
Clear thinking replaced by relentless wanting,

A voice in the distance, a whisper on the wind,
Insanity on the outside a manifestation of within,

Sinking deeper into the mire,
Clawing at the walls, reaching an inch higher,

Arms grow weary, breathing slows,
Into my lungs the murky flows.


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Halloween Night

From the grave and beyong my wicked hallow at my hand
I seen a ghost that made blood rain rom the sand
A cat that changed back into a school marm
A devilish beast with black as coal eyes, will certainly do harm
My zombie invited me for brains and tea
He plucked out the helps eyes and fed them to me
Trick or treaters ring my door bell
I open the gate and welcome them to hell 
For how I love to munch on toddlers
And sugary plump pretend, cops and robbers


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There's A Secret in the Air

There's a secret in the air here within our civic realm,
whence it blows I am not sure yet I know Who steers the helm.

Earthly terror it brings me, down deep in my mind - malaise;
mandates and threats I foresee, our good judgment it betrays.

All things are tolerated.  Is it enough just to be?
Loyality underrated; it matters not to be - free?

The Wind whispers its regret. Those who bow, 'tis those who'll hear
the Wind return to beset with apocalyptic fear.


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Terrifying Thoughts

At night all alone
Frozen as a stone
You try to rest your head
But you’re filled with dread
Afraid of the monsters who might get you tonight
I see you frozen with fear, I hear you screaming with fright
You play the scene in your head
And then you wish you were dead
That memory’s in your mind
There is no peace you could find
You see their faces; you see those rapists have no remorse
They finished scarred you and then they go and blame you of course
They say you craved it but you did nothing of sort
And now you’re pregnant; something that you wish to abort
You see their faces every time you close up your eyes
You start to ponder “Why did you meet up with those guys?”
You hear their voices playing like it’s stuck on replay
You try to shut it, but the voices just wouldn’t go away
You stay awake all night for fear they might come right back
Covered in bruises, all you see is purple and black
These terrifying thoughts are playing constantly in your head
You couldn’t take it; you were too petrified by this dread
 You breathe slowly, regretting every single last breath
You put the gun to your head and found some peace in your death


date: May 29 2013


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


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An anti-Semite

For a Semite a mite 
is an anti-Semite.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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My Blue Dress

I never seem able to stop a fall, my life is just a mess

Even though I don't look it- smiling in my blue dress



I comb my hair and keep it down, something I never did

The secret behind it? I can keep my face well hid



My smile, and my kind words mean nothing, no not these days

And on the outside, though I may seem stable, my body discretely sways



I cannot handle the weight on my back but bear it with a grin

Though on the inside I lost the game, on the surface I appear to win



At night I'll curl into myself and cry until I'm asleep

Yet in front of people-smile. I smile so they can't see me weep



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Fearless Point of View

The fear of failure got me scared,
like my talent and God are not really there.
Constantly drowning in a sea of doubt,
as I’m afraid to tap into my potential and rise above the clouds.
Inside me, personal ignorance builds a wall around my mind,
blocking the streams of light that stop me from walking blind.
But what fear fails to learn,
is the self-taught courage that frees me to yearn.
The will to thrive beyond the worry.
and the humbleness to know; I’ll never be God
but I shall forever succeed through His glory.
The future is an unknown place for me and you,
but we will make it through,
if we always keep a fearless point of view.

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The Vampire

She was a maiden with long red hair
A delicate monster to a heart filled with fear
Binding as one as he lays on her lap
As if he was taking an eternal nap
Love was strong but the pain was deeper
Did he know that she was a reaper?
The sense of desire was in the room
Complicated emotions felt like doom
A deadly attraction none can resist
The journey to death that couldn’t desist
Darkness overcomes the day
Shadows came and won’t go away
Alienated from the world, embraced in deception
Emptiness covered their hearts as they lived in corruption
He searched for comfort and found peace in her
She held him in her arms wishing they can last forever
Blood flooded up the place
Memories, none to erase
The vampire with a sorrowful heart
A relationship that will break apart
The lovers trap is love and passion
A gentle touch, a painful affection
Hearts slowly dying, one by one
With a suffering that will never be gone

Painting: Vampire (1895) - by Edvard Munch


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Turning my back

13 Scratches an evil number.
Blood on your back while you slumber.
I thought I would be safe here,
I guess not.
Welts on your skin.. Burning hot.

Leaving the demon pentagram
Now this time you will learn.
Not to play with something
This evil, it will burn.

Turning my back
Running away.
From this evil thing
Don't come or stay.


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Weigh The Risks

I never planned on saying goodbye
If I had it my way we'd both have wings to fly
I never planned on making you cry
But not letting go would be living a lie

Neither of us know, nor could we tell
If falling in love would turn out that well
But what could I do, I watched as you fell
Wishing for the simple saving grace of a bell

You said, "weigh the risks" and that's what I did
Risks are better not taken, smiles better off hid
It saves so much pain to keep a closed lid
And it can't be opened with a bribe, the highest bid

So I hope that your hurt doesn't last very long
I hope your heartbreak isn't lived in every song
I never planned on this being so wrong
But it would be a lie to just play along.


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Terrible Tornado

Terrible Tornado

Terrible tornado was terrifying;
Didn't want anyone to be dying
Caused by a big, circular cloud
With a sound which seemed so loud.

Was dark and around things swirled
And into air horses had been hurled
By the blowing, belligerent wind
We never want to see again.

Now that tornadoes have all past
Longer I hope our lives will last;
God whose rightiousness we respect
Away from us all of them do direct.



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The Hypochondriac

“You’re such a hypochondriac,”
They say with a smirk
As they roll their eyes
I try to come up with lies…
But they just don’t see
The hypochondriac isn’t me
But that 12 year old child
Who nearly went wild
To see Mom lying in bed
Blood gushing from her head
Yet Mom smiled through her tears,
“I’m fine…don’t worry, my dear.”
 
It’s that little girl who grew
Not knowing what to do
Believing that it’s no lie
Mommy WAS going to die
MS was the monster
That Mamma couldn’t conquer
 
“Are you afraid I’m going to die?”
Mamma asked her one day
She couldn’t run away
So she gulped down the tears
As Mamma rocked away her fears
But never said it wasn’t so
Yes, she was going to go
 
After the broken legs and stiches
The garbled speech and twitches
The wheel chair and near misses
All the lopsided kisses
The choking and pain
The burial in the rain
I look at them and say….
“Yes, the hypochondriac is me
Now will you please set me free.”


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Artificial Nocturne

                  An impressionist’s pastel painting of the foe,

Releasing unheard sighs of a sinner’s woe,

Mere wisps of his charred and tainted soul,

His empty eyes resemble burning holes of eternal coal,

Seeing only deathly pale faces lined and worn,

While following an eerie voice full of spiteful scorn,

Leading him towards lost corners of insanity,

Where he’s bound to serve ‘til the death of eternity.

Eidolon creeps amongst the bonfires of hell,

Where wretched souls burn and spasm in this fiery cell,

Him, hidden in illusions his mind created the surreal,

Captured spirit behind solid bars of steel,

His timeless existence in oblivion and spoil,

Still climbing higher and higher, to where he lays,

Where Eidolon walks cloaked in sinful ways,

A cloak befouled and woven in sin:

A weeping widow’s rope-round-the-throat,

A drunkard’s drowned body a-float,

Greedy lord whom robbed the poorly,

A psycho who raped his first child, mercilessly,

               Their damaged souls tarnish this cloak of sorrow.

(I know it isn't complete and it's kindda goosebump/nightmare material. Sorry about that.)

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Between the ears

I raise my glass 
and give false cheers 
 
Leave on the light 
to hide my fears 
 
Wear make up 
to fade the years 
 
Bow my head 
to avoid their sneers 
 
Run in the rain 
to disguise my tears 
 
Plaster on a smile 
as inside it sears 
 
Gaze at the clock 
as the time nears 
 
Watch it slip away 
as it disappears


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PREVENTING THE EXTINCTION OF THE BEAUTIFUL TIGERS

They still wander with caution and fear in the remote swamps and grasslands 
of India and Siberia, and these carnivorous animals are the beautiful tigers.


They are trapped, poched, killed and their soft furs are shipped overseas for huge profits,
but their sad end is drawing near, unless some caring human really gets involved and acts. 


Their life span is shorter in their natural habitat, struggling for food and those caged in zoos
have a longer life expectancy...they never experience those hunger pangs in early noons. 


They are an extremely hostile species, ready to devour anything that has flesh and blood.
Does anyone wonder why they react so indignantly, don't they fear of being taken and sold? 


When tigers are attacked, they fight back and killing they prevent their threat of extinction.
Do we all realize their animosity for the huntsmen, who chase them and shoot them down?

Let's all feel some compassion for them...let's save them and give them freedom and dignity.
Let them roam freely as they did once in South Asia, living in full accord with humanity.


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Il Fiore Della Bruma P2

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You I had watched from this embankment
For days on end without question or hope
Enskied before me as light azure
Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall,
For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand
And draw through paths by the tone of his call.
He who is half in love with easeful death
Holds you like an ancient coin,
And raises glass above your breath
When markets make themselves purloin.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
I cry for you cannot see the same,
Gaily look upon the water still
At once your face would seem to change.
And I cry out bright Lotus
Let it be known that you fear the fall,
For you run from reason and hide away
Clinging to the shadow’s pall.


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Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill


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Silent Pain

I can feel your pain in the words you didn't say
Wanting to crawl inside you and take it all away

No longer is there a twinkle in those lonely green eyes
Only sadness from another long night of never ending cries

I want to kiss you, but the sparks are no longer there
I still adore your beauty as you sit in that rocking chair

You endless stares are haunting the demons from the past
Release them out into the open from where they have amassed

Come towards the light where our new day can begin
Standing here by your side, finding you deep within
  


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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”


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Fiasco

Fiasco

Burnt down, fatigued, no feelings left, 
So devastated, world means no heft
I am not a phoenix to rise from ashes
Soul does not let receive new lashes.

I am plagued with tortures of ill fate 
Downbeat and broken, it is time to rate
My noble deeds and even wicked
My Lord, I beg, don’t be too strict!

Would love to live a century more,
But locked for me the main door
I knocked at it ten thousand times
Then I came back with all that grime. 
 


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A blood theater

Long ago in the faraway epic                                                                                            the story teller speaks in septic                                                                                        Pertaining of seven deadly romances                                                                          with a gothic shakespearean dance                                                                                   wrath greed sloth pride lust envy gluttony  
the story tellers voice flexes with epiphany                                                                      as  lovers of wisdom shrieking turn a deaf ear                                                                   for searching of their own soul they fear                                                             Spiritually unprepared for the death lurking there                                                              let Jesus mortify them all now if not when  where                                                              For the least of the seven will drag you to hell                                                              you set in a theatre loving to be scared time will tell                 * -  -                                                                                               John beam for the In faraway contest by Giorgio V. - spiritual


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Is Your Heart On Ice?

Is your heart on ice? Are you willing to pay the price That it costs to make it thaw To jump into Love’s waiting maw? Have you got a fear of heights, But fear far less the lonely nights That living without Love would bring Alone in darkness, afraid to sing? How do we find ourselves like this, Getting close, but afraid of bliss? Has someone chewed your heart to bits, And it, in a locked container sits? If “One bitten, and twice shy” Has you now afraid to try Will you ever learn to sing Love’s song, while you are on a swing? Or are you too scared to fall So that you won’t risk it all? Your heart is tougher than you think It can recover in a blink Once it begins to pump again, You’ll forget about past pain. How do you get it to start? That is really the fun part! You will hear many tips, But I think it only takes two lips Exploring yours without a care Enjoying every moment there. If you use a little tongue It will make you feel quite young And wild to feel such emotion A mind massage, without lotion! If you think where it will lead, And that thought you thus heed, Romance will die in a minute Love is lost, you will not win it. True Love is something that you feel, It matters not if it is real, It cannot exist alone, Like calling yourself on the phone! It takes another willing soul To let you see the picture whole. Once you both get into it, At the sidelines, you’ll not sit! Soon you will sing Love’s praises, Although there are concerns it raises. Will this person love me for all time? Or for an interlude sublime? In point of fact, it matters not, What you wanted to get, you got! Your heart again, it is beating, Even as your love is retreating. That person did an angel’s job, And did not steal or rob, And gave you once again A reason to say “Amen.”


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Cobwebs and Dust

Cobwebs obscure the heavily lain sky From branches reaching like fingers on high Eerily looming in foggy night air Where luring creatures all tangle and snare Specks of dust blot out bright visions of hope Calling the dark from unraveling rope As gnarly trees weep in dull shades of gray Choking wood and dale where children did play Howling wind beckons the soul to remain As cobwebs cluster in a crumbling brain Spinning in a maze of thickening dust While wild dogs eagerly devour the crust Alone in your fear, the filaments trussed In constricting webs, the mind reaping dust *Theme, Cobwebs and Dust By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 13, 2012 For Cobwebs and Dust contest (Francine Roberts) Third Place


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All our days

As a child life is fun with nothing to frown 
We live in the moment with laughter our crown

We enter our teens and find with a frown 
That life has its ups as well as its downs

We fall into our twenty’s with stars in our eyes
To see all hopes turn to tears with our cries  

On into the thirty’s to find with a shudder
That fear is the is essence of life’s lonely rudder

Then comes our forty’s with pain in our past  
We look to the future with nothing to grasp

The Fifty’s descend on our minds like a fog
That robs us of reasons to live in life’s bog 

Sixty's and onward we find the true fact 
That life is a balance of future and past
With fear as the force that drives all our days 
And life is a rat race with death its last play


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Ceremony Today

There is a ceremony
But not a time for bologney

Where I will be inducted
Not instructed

Into a program
One that I'm not sure serves ham

Called NJHS*
And I've heard it's one of the best

Along with other scholars
Some bearing a couple dollars

Will accept this invitation
With great emancipation

And this will look amazing
Not to mention far from cows grazing

On future high school applications
Along with my unique creations

So yes, I have a ceremony
Where no one will serve boloney

I hope you wish my luck
But do not mail me a duck

For I am to read my poem Followerª
And I hope I don't feel like a wallower

So yes, I have got to go
And get ready for my show

*NJHS - National Junior Honors Society
ªThis poem is included in my list of poems, although the one being read has some changes in it... I will make sure to post the revised one in a few minutes :)


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Panic Attack

Panic Attack By Rick Rucker Anxiety, and a Panic Attack, A nightmare, I’d lost you, and couldn’t get you back! I awakened in a sweat, saw my Heart beating, Saw the last of my Life fleeting! I think I might have even yelled, A hint of your perfume I smelled. Now, That I’m awake, Thinking clearly, a breath I take. My heartbeat, back to normal pace, As I dream of your lovely face. What causes such ugly dreams, Full of tension, sometimes screams? Probably fear of impending loss, A possibility over which we gloss When we are awake, At night, a Fear we cannot shake! To reassure myself that I’m not alone, I almost dial you on the phone! In the morning, just after three, Oh, how mad you would be! I hope You never see, How much your loss would mean to me!


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Estranged

"Estranged"

I see myself falling faster still, slowly losing all of my will.
I've come to know I am estranged, as some might call it 'being deranged'.
I see myself in a different way, in the mirror every day.
I watch myself smile but hear me say, that it has been a terrible day.
Some would say inside I'm dead, but its emotions overlapping inside my head.
I feel alone almost every day, even though people around me stay.
I can feel that I am weak, even more when I speak.
A voice barely audible to the people, a voice God couldn't even hear at the steeple.
I stay behind the group, because I fear being caught in the loop.
I hate the people that I know, and have this anger with nowhere to go.
The future that I may come to face, makes me fear what I know as my place.
A pathetic person in a shell, which cannot show the truth too well.


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Gates will Open

“As long as the beast lives the battle wages”
Keeping us locked in our own personal cages
Feeding it with our impure desires
Grants him the power to form his empire
Bars made of iron, locks made of steal
This enemy makes us believe this is real
But when you have love that is beyond what you’re feeling
The truth is what brings bread, our emotional healing
Each word confessed unlocks our cells
Sending all bondage back to hell
Every time you surrender to the great divine
Your youth is restored and you’ll see wonders and signs
So take out your sword and slay each root
For in due time you will produce the sweetest fruit
Never give up, even if you fall
For no prison cell can stop Gods original call
When the gates open and you fly away free
Remember who granted these wings unto thee,
Remember who grated these wings unto thee.

By: Sabina 


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Crowded Loneliness

Walking down a lonely road 
Melody inside my head echoed  
Passing by all sorts of people, 
People passing by me, so strange yet simple 
  
Imagine all the people walking by, 
Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky 
Yet one of those people might know a secret, 
One that you can't see, like a ghost or a spirit

Try going through this magic window 
A window of light with curtain of shadow
The miracle of looking beyond the obvious 
A land in your mind where creation is countless  

Moving by and moving through
What's the difference? I don't know.


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Halloween Zombie



Late at night as pedipalps of spiders cling to brittle branch 
The dislocated voices groan, inside the marsh, drop-ganch  

No one’s ventured in the plot, since last a ghost did rant      
The night George did, he tamped his last, as deadly ants 

With sting and jaw did zap him dead, zombie on the crawl 
Twas Halloween and pumpkins lit in every home and stall 

Nobody every came too close, to George’s old brick shack 
For fear that his old ghost could rove his way down, “Whack!”

But they were Freddie Cougar boys, bad boys don’t get flayed   
With guns and rifles pumped with beer, their fears allayed 

Until they heard a guttural voice, coming from the grounds 
Inside a dark dark room was heard, a dozen hungry hounds 

They fled the scene bejesus scared as pedipalps with thump 
As Halloween took on the heat a Zombie rived, a humph 

September 19, 2014
For contest: 
In a dark dark room 


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Style

The emotions inside me, Never to show
Like  plant, They continue to grow,
Around the corner, The monsters are lurking
Sipping on my soul, They just keep slurping
Filling it with hate, Draining my life
Like two magnets pulling my hand to the knife
Cowering away from the monsters and demons
All these strange creatures just look like heathens
Goblins and goons, The snaps and the booms
Crawling around in the rooms of my mind
Demons are heckling, Sounds are echoing
These calls and strange urges just keep beckoning
The voices and the anger and pain
Are bunched in my mind keeping me from being sane
In my shoes? You couldn't walk a mile,
Because for me? Insanity's the only thing in style.


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Past, Present, Future

I lived a life of sorrow and pain
     No rest for the weak, no hope of gain

A trapped soul and broken heart
     A lack of love from the start

A spark of hope hastily smothered
     A glimpse of light quickly covered

No choice in life but to cower in fear
     Forced to sit and drown in my tears

"Don't make a sound and don't talk back
     Do what you're told. Don't give us flack!"

I sink deeper in a pit of despair
     I cry inside, "this isn't fair!"

Then water couldn't dowse, sand couldn't smother
     A certain spark of truth in another

When the truth came out and the culprit was caught
     We finally let go of the lies we were taught

I escaped a life of lies and deceit
     Now it's up to me to stand on my feet

Now I start over... let go of the past
     A new life is mine... the old, outcast

Now I smile as joy floods my soul
     I know happiness now and my life feels whole

I've let go of my past. It's over and done
     But my future is bright like the shinning sun


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Working in the Dark

I feel like I've dug a hole so deep it's better to distract myself from the fact that 
I'm dwelling in it
I create while I live underground, buried but not dead. I slowly dig tunnels, 
looking for a way out, I won't quit

I contract from fear too often and I'm starting to understand why. I'm afraid of 
failure and success, which freezes me in limbo
I expand in short moments of grandeur, not long enough to take a stand but 
long enough to reassure that I should not go

I've learned that passion is worth fighting for, beneath the crushing weight, the 
misguided hate, I know I have the potential to be great
I've learned that life is worth dying for, as I stagger through the darkness, finding 
my way; I must help myself and elevate


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Not Like This

Copyright © 2014 
09..02.2014 

Burger King taking a risk 
  But why leave like this 

They say times are changing 
  World economies rearranging 

Rearranging mankind's life 
  Now legislated role as wife 

Budget increase for drones 
  Are making our world moan 

Moaning for what's to come 
  Angels' song or missile hum 

Maybe someone will help us 
  Before the radioactive dust 

Vladimir Putin's new vision 
  Ushered in a new season 

Wars and rumors of wars 
  It's time to habitat Mars 

Changing Biblical history 
  Could bring more misery 

So, not like this 
  Earth we'll miss. 

by: LPruitt 
     Sep 1, 2014 // 8:56am 


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No Time To Lose

            

My mother screamed, “House is on fire.”
We awakened to a danger dire.
Dashing across the snowy street
We ended up with frozen feet.
From neighbor’s home we watched it burn.
Our things were gone, not to return.
Our home had burned right to the ground.
It lay there in a blackened mound.
With blistered feet we stayed in bed.
“Fifty below”, the papers said.
Our feet and our loss caused such deep pain,
I hope it never happens again.
But if it should and I could choose
I would, I think, look for my shoes.



(This is no lie.  It really was fifty degrees belowthat night back in that cold winter in North Dakota.


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Changes of Our Time

If you learn about the left,
You learn about the right.
If you learn about the sun,
You will learn about the moon at night.
As above, so below, 
are the wise words once told.
Until modern civilization,
Fell victim to a new control.


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Demons Below

go ahead with the the lies coming out of your mouth when you know that in the end the truth all comes out. everytime you go to bed, the demons awaken your soul to torcher and tear away what's left of your control. they'll tear you apart, don't underestimate the power of the dead when they just began to start. for each sin you've made comes another demon on the way. just remember there's no good in the world anymore, so there's no point in trying to lock your door. evil spelled backwards is live so evil is what we live for. don't try and deny it because if you really think about it anyone can defy it.


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Mirrors

My souls is filled with verses and hearses
Looking for lyrics, My mind still searches
My mind isn't on a sprint but its running
When they read it, The aristocrats just keep shunning
Reading my emotions and you turn into a hater
I thought you were my friend, No, Just a traitor
Confused about the meaning and suffering of life
Confused about the hatred of using a knife
People say "You only cut yourself for sympathy"
Who the f*uck do you think you are to say that to me?
My writings, My thoughts.. So extremely deep
It's like someone compacted my emotions from a heap
I'm demented and twisted, But I'm runnin' the gauntlet
I'm so sick and spiritual even my ghosts are haunted
Under my bed there isn't a single heathen
But if i look into one you'' see a mirror full of demons.


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Twins

So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;


Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.


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Monster

We fight, I cry.
You leave, I die.
Pain is my enemy,
but its also a friend.

When the anger comes out.
My heart beats triple times.
I hide in the closet,
cause I'm scared of what you become.

Your eyes turn red.
Your veins show.
your heart beats louder.
and your footsteps become heavy.

You stalk me 
till i'm stuck against the wall.
You scream in my face
and I become terrified of it all.

This is not you
and I hate it all.
The monster in you is no thrill,
cause all you do is give me the chills.


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FEAR NOT!

The devil does not fear the man who fears
He knows such a man has nothing but deaf ears

The glorious God has commanded us to fear not
He know we have in Him, a lovely, long lasting lot

I was told ‘fear not’ was said 365 times in the Bible
So, each day has been provided for; be strong and stable

The devil knows that the fearful are hopeless and helpless
So, he tosses them wherever he wills and makes them cheerless

Have faith in God dear friend, and He will show you the Way
Whenever the storms scold you, just go on your knees and pray

Christ was bruised and battered to give us help, hope and health
While the great God is our rock and refuge…our source of strength


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Georgina-I

This is the story better not told,
as it is too rancid and old,

In the town of motorina,
there lived a folk girl called georgina.

She was fat and ugly,
without company seen only singly.

She was obese and poor,
had to withstand villagers' jeers and boors.

No parents she had had,
Both were reported to be long dead.

No siblings grew by her side,
She had a lonesome life to abide.

She worked odds and lots,
so she could eat and add to her fat.

Of her odds at baker's was most,
after she had worked he reported all lost.

It is at baker's that this story began,
one day he caught her and she began the ran.

As the village watched her panting ahead,
the baker in pursuit almost head to head.

She was a good ten feet ahead,
The baker pursued thinking fat would be soon dead.

Georgina had other plans,
Fear had caught her headlong.

Her fat had energised in legs,
she was running in long dregs.

baker lost the ground,
and soon lost her sight and sound.

Georgina continued to run for long,
taking not a straight but a path oblong.

She reached dense forest,
dark in day time as if a closed closet.

She now sighted and looked back,
stopped finding that the baker had long packed.

Now another fear took her on,
she knew forest had animals feeding on human carrion.

She cringed under a grandparent tree,
recovering breath and feeling free.

She sat down,
and pulled her half torn gown.

Thirst,hunger and fear hung in dark,
even as she heard sparrows hark.

She opened her troubled eyes,
taking deep breaths and sighs.

Looking for water and food,
she after all got up and stood.

With careful steps she gingered along,
as she hardened and felt strong.

(To be continued)