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Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


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Standstill

Strangely bent this journey extends
Surreal at times, yet so real at ends
Each end confronts with a hardship of choices
With an abrupt passing, or an eternity of voices...

You and I, once on similar trends
Like brothers, we traversed all evil impends
The wheels then turned, unleashed worst of fears
We parted asunder on an ocean of tears

Through fallen decades, aggrieved heart sustained
I found my calling, forgot I was pained
Just when the going got peaceful and boring
Gales of anguish, and war started pouring

Again, I was forced to extinguish my wills
Left home for those in need of my skills
Forced to welcome the worst of thrills
A reward for one with the highest kills?

As we splattered blood on uncertain causes
Strode down the road of victories and losses
A vessel, merely, I was as I killed
Of sons, of husbands, of fathers, I spilled

In the heat of the battle, as I charged through
When my craving eyes met the eyes of you
That instant, that second, that moment, I knew
Neither decades nor ages could help subdue

My faltering sword could no longer fight
For whom I now behold in my sight
And I question my vow, having vowed despite
Whether or not my cause was right

Yet again, I stand on the recurring hill
In the midst of havoc, at a standstill
A piece of land that I swore to defend
Is it worth the life of a brother, a friend?


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Remission (In Memory of William Watt).

Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.


I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!

And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.

I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.


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Ryan, Where Are You

            
Ryan, Where are You?
Hey Ryan, where are you? It’s been a while since the tragic summer of August 1992. Not even a final adieu – Not a single word of good-bye, Just leaving us high and dry. How could you just up and disappear? Like a dark shadow in a grey mist not really there. Gone to heaven or God knows where? Ryan, did you think we wouldn’t care? One day here – The next day gone; You always said that tomorrow’s not promised to anyone. Now, you’ll never get to see another glorious sunset or dawn.
They told me you were run over by a Brooklyn-bound train. Neither the police nor the coroner could adequately explain - Was death instantaneous or did you suffer any pain? Who’s to blame? An untimely death - Was it your fate you met? At birth, did the Three Fates your destiny set? Or were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time, An innocent bystander who hadn’t committed any crime? So cruel Atropos used her shears to sever the thread of your life, And the incredible pain of losing you continues to cut deep like a butcher’s knife. But, my dear brother, your treasured memory we will carry with us always, Through your children and in our hearts ‘till the end of our days!
Entered in contest "Favorite Poem You've Ever Written" sponsored by Carol Eastman (6-14-2014)


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Bouncebackability

Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall This is me up to date, apart this last weekend Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow .


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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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You're Still With Me

Rushing  to your bedside,
cars blurred, people passed me by
yet I still looked for a sign
to know you would be all right
but I only felt God's tears on my cheeks that day

You just lay there,
the fire in you set to low
and I could not see your bright smile
but your heart still beat, ever so strong
and I felt God’s arms embrace me that day

For seven days you held on,
a day for each of us 
even then you were so thoughtful...
you could not speak, but we still heard you breathe
then I heard God whisper to me that day…

As I left with papa to buy your mattress
to soothe your aching sores
I heard His voice say, “Go back and kiss him,”
“This just may be your last.”
And true enough, it was.

We left you there still breathing,
not on your own though, but still
Then that dreaded phone call...
No more need to buy that mattress,
your heart had already gone still

A part of my heart will always be numb,
and I shall never be the same again
a certain twinkle in my eye won’t shine anymore,
it died as you took your final breath
but my smile, how thankful I am I have a hint of yours...

Tears still flow from my soul you know
for all my mistakes, for my version of coping
I am just so sorry, I hope you have forgiven me
and I still hope to feel your embrace once more
when I reach Heaven’s door someday...

It may only be in dreams that I truly see you,
only in prayer do we speak
You are here no more and yet I feel you,
inside my heart, the depths of my soul…
Alive






** this is about the last image of seeing my only brother alive...
he was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball 
5 months prior to his seizure which led to a 7-day coma, 
which he finally succumbed to, 
just 2 days before I turned 23...he was 32...

** originally wrote this for Frank's Images contest- 
thanks Frank for coming up with this, 
it's helped me to write and share this... 
please say a prayer for Raphael, my brother--thank you...

** submitting this as well for HG's Personify a Tear contest

--nikko palmario


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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


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August 23rd

" I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June"
only it wasn't June, It was August
the morning air was thick like smoke
it choked me awake

the first blush of day
flushed across the sky
blood red clouds 
colored her path

I lay still
like the air
without a hint
of summer's wind

the clock on the wall
tormented me 
with the tick, tock,
tick, tock,
its bony hands
seemed to skip along
until I arose from bed

I sipped on coffee
as I took in the news
unsure what my day would bring

...and then I could hear a buzz
as if a fly was making circles
beside the bed, then a ring, ring, 
ring echoed within my purse

I stared at the clock
my heart began to beat
faster then time

was it my father
did something happen
I worried as I listened

the voice
was indistinct
as if being choked

I struggled
with my ears
to make sense
of the words
that fell

...and then silence
fell all around
as if deaf
and mute
unable to process
and conceive
the message

my brother,
who turned 49
just the day before
was breathless
like the august wind

no more jokes
or laughter
or candles atop cake

his wick had burned out
within that last breath of air
and it burns, slow
as the years pass
still to this day
yet I'll remember that day
forever more....



pick a line contest
Mustapha Mohammed
"Reflections when the summer breathes"

Sandy Adams  8-22-2013


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My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


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Notice of Love and War

He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam

Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray

Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him

Coffee is second and pastries  with jam come close to him

But he is first and the love hits him like the wind

Gently it began and gale force now

He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away

And it grew

She always lay in their position and there was no other

He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple

He came home weathered from the battle and with grief

Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat

He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend

And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt

The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone

Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend

But the friend lays silent

Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls

He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg

And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him

But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling

And later...............

The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend


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The Good Die Young continued

Drunk and hung over
I began making this awkward ride
I began to make conversation and joke
About how drunk I was the past night 

But a smile was not present
Nor a little grin on that side
I suddenly began to wonder
If everything was alright

So we continued
Continued this awkward drive
My attention began to turn
From the car, too the outside

The outside was very dark
Clouds surrounded the sky
It seemed everything had stopped
It seemed everything had died

But at the end of our drive
My grandmothers we would arrive
To see with my own eyes
My whole family standing outside

As we get out of the car
I put on a disguised smile
For I was still hung over
Got out and said “Hi”

My three uncles walked up to me
With a tear in each one’s eye
They put there arms all around me
And stuttered “Lee died last night”

So I pushed and I shoved
Uncontrollably began to cry
The only thing I could think of
Was the one to blame was I

I began to look for my father
To make sure he was alright
I noticed him by the old Sycamore tree
Staring up into the sky

As I started walking toward him
I noticed a car parked that was white
My mother jumped out and ran toward me
into my arms she cried" Why!!!"

The only thing I could do was hold her
With my arms I held so tight
She said "why did this happen"
"It just doesn’t seem right"

As I broke away from my mother
And walked over to my dad
There he stood crying
With a look on his face that was sad

It looked as if something had left him
Like a little piece of his heart
Now every time I see him
My crying begins to start

I said “Dad remember the good times"
“Remember he's still your son”
He said" yea I know Cody Bo
But the good they die young
The good die young son"


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A Blind Sunset

He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which, 
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and, 
Anxiety of a long night,

Carefully, he watches, 
The colors change,
First the bright orange, 
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the, 
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,

Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,

A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,

“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without, 
The cold empty feeling, 

Several years pass, too many to count, 
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find, 
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,

He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move, 
He takes his brother home, 

The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,

“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”

The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?



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Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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Water Brothers

"Brightly, brightly, and with Beauty",
quoted Mr. Valentine.
In fullness Grok; to cherish, flock-
this Ghost of Yours and Mine.

I've decided to discorporate
at this friendly hour.
Water Brothers, don't hesitate-
I am yours to devour!

*Homage to "Stranger in a Strange Land". If you've never read the book, this poem will 
be quite difficult to understand, I'm afraid.


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The Good Die Young

December Twenty Seventh 
Of Two thousand and Nine
Is the night I lost my brother
A Best friend of mine

The night two paths were chosen
One for him and one for I
A night I'll never forget
The night he lost his life

Sitting in the living room
Getting ready for the night
My good friend Byron called me
And said "Tonight's the Night"

With excitement I said YES!!!
Me and Lee will be there by nine
As I proposed this idea to lee
He simply said” Not tonight"

As I begged and pleaded with him
The question only asked was why
He said I have other plans
I’m going out with friends tonight

So all during the night
Something just didn’t feel right
But I put my feelings aside
And carried out my plans for that night

We began putting our clothes on
Joking and laughing about good times
I never even realized
That this would be the last time

Posing and primping in the mirror
He jokingly said “Do I look rich”
I said “Man you look good”
“But you might be one preppy sum bitch”

As he laughed and said a smartass remark
A horn blew, and then he ran out to the car
His friends were there, and they were ready to go
I said I love you brother and as always he said I know

As I began to leave the house that night
Something in mind, just didn’t feel right
But along I went, and began to drive
To my good friend Byron’s to have a good time

So as the night went on
I had the time of my life
I got drunk and passed out
In the bed of that friend of mine

Awaken by a stranger
A stranger to me at the time
It was one of my dad’s really good friends
Then he said “come on let’s take a ride”

To be Continued


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" The Life Of Me " page 1 of 2

My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
 
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
 
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
 
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
 
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
 
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
 
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's  Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
 
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
 
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
 
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
 
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces

Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day

In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. 
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave 
Back up north, where my futures to be 
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost 
And that was my aim, no matter the cost

see page 2 of 2, ty..


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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holokauston Page 1 of 2

Around that table, picture the scene
Self appointed leaders if you know what I mean
What were the topics on the Agenda that day
The Jewish race is about to pay

Who gave the right for this decision that's made
Who has the right to cleanse and degrade
To decide who lived, to decide who dies
Another chapter, I still wonder why

They came in the day they came in the night
Women and children pulled out of sight
Herded aboard like cattle and sheep
Many a family awoke from their sleep

Dazed and confused as they are taken away
Where will they be at the end of the day
From their warm houses and their warm beds
What must be going through their heads

As they travel through days and through the night
Up ahead, they see lots of lights
They depart the trucks and board the train
Their faces scared under the strain

Asking questions from family and others
Generations, sisters and brothers
Why are we here, where are we going
Windowless carriages with no way of knowing

We come to a stop, soldiers aplenty
Towers and wire, topped with sentries
What can this place be they have taken us to
As we head to large gates as they shuffle us through

Families separated, herded in file
Women and children, not one did smile
Taken to rooms where our heads were shaved
Is this the way humans behaved

Clothes discarded, as we enter the shower
No signs of water no signs of power
Doors slammed as we are all crammed in
History will recall this evil of sins

As we stand in the dark, chanting Jewish faith
Can hear the voices can't see the face
Noises above, do the showers start
The event has begun that tells us Humans apart

Questions and sighs, as walled vents show daylight
Some thing is falling then their slammed tight
A strange aroma starts to fill the air
As all around are screams of despair

Twenty minutes have passed and the quietness is rife
Two thousand people, two thousand lives
Pellets called HCN, or Hydrogen Cyanide
Contribute to this Genocide


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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holokauston Page 2 of 2

After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime

Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10

In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed

In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me

It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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A Lonely Grave

1

I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

I called out your name and shed many a tear.

And hoped in my heart that you would appear.

2

God took you from us that fine sunny morning.

Our lives now shattered without any warning.

Your work here on earth has finished this year.

Your books and teachings you spread  far and near.

3

It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.

And when my time comes I will have no fears.

You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.

When I call to your house and knock on the door.

4

Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.

I will ask the lord your soul to keep.

And if you find any time away from your books.

Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.


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Two Brothers

1969, two boys on the run But on the run To have much fun Monday night, Boys Brigade Where on this evening A life will fade The older by two years Could ran very fast The youngest in the race Just couldn't last Corner turned I'll catch up you'll see Where you are I want to be To reach that corner I ran and ran As I lifted my head My brother hit by a van As I reach the road I hear screams above the brakes Screeching tyres As my world all breaks My brother of nine Dragged for fifty yards Under a van Body skinned and tarred I stand there trembling In fear and tears Slow motion engulfs me As I shuffle near Panic sets as I turn and run Past the corner Where it all began Running back to my father Shouting Boom Booms dead Images running through my head My beloved brother Who could run faster than thee His life taken in front of me To see what I seen Just a boy of seven Watching Angels take his brother to heaven . http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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A little lost

A little lost, is the term i would say, Just another hour , just another day. It will get better tell the folk all around, I'm seeing, I'm listening, I'm not hearing a sound. A numbness encircles me , stupid , I know, It's been a while now, I should really let go. I miss him so much, A huge hole in my heart, I can't seem to move on without him being part. . All those years, all those fights, all those drinks at the bar, Through my kids, through my cries he was never too far. My heart knows he is here, he'll make sure I'm just fine. My Protector, My Friend, That Brother of mine.


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My Brother

Can you feel the pain of me knowing?
Can you see my pain is it showing?
With blood stained sky, Engraved with lies,
This horrible pain, Is it growing?
This unseen pain eats at my heart,
The day they killed you we were forced to part,
This pain inside so cold so deep,
How can I eat? How can I sleep?
All those horrible days, I swore they would pay,
When they said little brother , that you were dead,
That's when I lost my way,
All these tears of my broken heart,
All  these tears, they are all mine,
All that's left are my tears,
No smiles  left to shine.
They took you from me my brother,
Hiding behind their shields of gold,
Motionless you lay there my brother,
Never to grow old.
They swore to serve and protect you,
But those were all empty lies,
Now at the grave where I buried you,
That's where well say our final good byes.
I miss you so badly my brother,
Miss you that I do,
One day I will come join you,
Why did they do this to you?
I love you my dear brother David,
I cant see through all of this pain,
Ill have vengeance for you little brother,
Their souls is where your blood stained.


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My Fallen Brother

White marble stones
Stand proud in the sun
To remember my colleagues
The heroic fallen ones
 
Many a battle
Many a campaign
Some did return
For some never the same
 
On the green grass i stand
Blue sky above
The souls of my comrade's
Like peaceful sitting doves
 
The name on this stone
Reminds me of the day
My best friend and brother
Was taken away
 
An offensive was launched
Brothers at war
Bunker to take
At the top of a tor
 
Smoke screen exhausts the view to the hill
As we wind our way through
Zipping bullets, blood spill
Noises of lead, as they rip through the flesh
As we hit the barbed wire
Now a scarlet stained mesh
 
Objective in sight as we approach our aim
As i hear the groan of the injured
Many dead and maimed
 
Grenade pin pulled 
Bunker window we lob
Hands sweating
How many lives will we rob
Explosion flash with shouts of pain
As the smoke lifts on this bloody terrain
 
We enter the Bunker
To witness our task
The enemy lie distorted
Faces grimace, death mask
 
I turn to my brother, to signal its safe
As a shot rings out, in this theatre place
He stands still for a moment
Eyes glazing and cold
The death of my sibling
At 19 years old
 
As i open my eyes, and turn to my son
I see what i had, as he holds my grandson
Family values, love and a bond
As i remember my brother
Of whom, i was so fond
 
I proudly walk past, salute as i go
The white stones standing proud
Peaceful doves in a row
I find my self fortunate to stand here and tell
To talk of my brother, and the fallen as well


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Nightmare of all nightmares

Last night I had a dream
that scared me half to death
I found myself running
but could hardly make a step
My feet were intertwined
and my legs gave out
I fell hard to the floor
and almost passed out

As I looked behind me
to see what I was running from
I see a picture of my past
and realized what was to come

this picture kept coming toward me 
staring me right in the eye,
as my feet moved faster
But I stood still
I felt I was going to die

But this picture behind me 
that I had seen
Was no cliché monster
From the old movie screen,
and what did my eyes 
Find behind me,
Me and my lost brother
drinking and driving


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Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









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Passing

To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.


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Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


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I'm Going Home

,

Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011

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My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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The Storm

The storm comes less often now,
Come it does.
Cyclical… Circular… predictable in its pattern.
It’s been a while dear friend.
 
            The sun so bright-
                        Harder to find you these days
 
Memories slow my step suddenly.
Seizing my mind as our past flashes upon a wall.
Compelled… Consumed… by these morsels of time.
Times when immortality we feigned.
     
               This is the calm –
                        The beginning of the storm
 
Clouds gather upon the horizon.
The earthy smell of its coming is heavy… heavy upon a familiar breeze.
Ah yes… the breeze that seems cooler than it should.
I draw deeply on this… this sweeping scent of eternity’s veil.
 
            The clouds grow –
                        Shadows and sunlight struggle before me
 
All warmth escapes my aura.
I am immersed.
Frantically… Languidly… into the coming of the storm.
Welcome is this diversion… shade from the invading sun.
 
            My mind surrenders –
                       Souls grasping across time for the other
 
Peculiar is the searing peace which accompanies the pall.
Only here in the shadows do I… Can I…
Betray… Embrace… the extent of my pain.
Mundane detail is lost in the altered light.
 
            The storm is upon me –
                        Within me
 
It arrives with intensity. The winds rage…
Between us.
Deafening… Silent… reprieve from the tainted melody.
The almost honest lyrics of my daily stage.
           
                Thunder claps –
                        This encore overdue
 In the windows of my soul. The salty rain…
Begins to fall.
Welling… Streaming… down the valleys of my contorted mask
I welcome the pain… for in it is your smile.
 
            It lasts until –
                     Its over
 
It is in the storm that I find you. Little brother…
Leading me forward.
Laughing… Reaching… You bring forever to my eye.
I gleefully let you go again. One eye upon the horizon of always.
           
            I see you little brother –
                     Receding within me
 
 The shadows persist. The winds no longer rage…
Warm is the breeze.
Comforting… Teasing… as the soul-glow rushes not to leave.
The violent outpour but a misty drizzle.
 
The storm comes –
            Less often now
 
 I miss you most as you leave. Pain becomes peace…
In the wake.
Squinting… Basking… I welcome the glare of the sun.
It seems brighter each time… your shadow grows longer.
 
            Until the next storm –
                        We live


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My Brother

Too young,
Too soon.
Gone.
Just the other day you were laughing with me,
Just the other day you hugged me.
Just the other day you said “I’ll be home soon!”.
You were just a hop, skip, and a jump across the pond.
You were gonna come home the way you left,
by plane.
They sent you to that war over in the middle east.
You weren't even supposed to be gone for very long.
You were gonna come home,
“Just a short time.” you said,
“Just a quick trip.”.
Just the other day you sent me videos,
To check in on Mom and Dad and our little sister.
You asked if I were on my best behavior and what was happening at home.
Just the other night you told me to have sweet dreams and that’d you’d be home soon.
Just the other day you were laughing,
Just the other day you were smiling,
Just the other day you were talking,
Just the other day you hugged me goodbye,
Just the other day you were warm…
And your heart was beating.
Just the other day you were supposed to come home,
Just the other day there was a knock at the door,
but it wasn't you.
We all rushed to hug and kiss and see you again.
But it wasn't you.
Another soldier,
In his dress uniform.
A solemn look on his face,
A folded flag in his hands.
Mom started to cry,
Dad,
Was in shock.
Our poor sister didn't understand and asked where you were.
I had come to realize what was going on.
You were supposed to come home.
Not this poor man,
Burdened with this news.
You were supposed to come home,
The way you left.
They gave us your things,
The backpack still had half a bottle of your favorite soda,
Still left inside.
When I pulled it out,
The full force of reality hit me.
Tears streamed down my face as I hugged that bottle to my chest crying “NO!” over and over.
I cried out “Why?!? Why’d you take my brother!” to some unknown outer force,
But there was no response.
So I was forced to sit there as my sobs broke the silence and my tears plummeted to the ground.
I held onto that bottle of half gone soda like my life depended on it.
Because it was yours,
And it was your favorite,
And now… you are gone.
You were supposed to come home the way you left,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Heart beating.
Not in a box,
Not cold,
Not with your eyes closed forever,
And most definitely not dead.
Just the other day you were here,
With me,
Alive.
But now I wear black,
and more tears stream silently down my cheeks,
as you’re lowered down,
in that box,
beneath the earth.
You were supposed to come home,
But now you’re just gone.


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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


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I'll See You Soon

An early August morning
Without indication or prior warning
I got a phone calling, my heart broke so fast
My best friend had breathed his last

A lifetime of sickness, now suffering no more
God said, "Now it was time to go!"
My heart screaming, "This cannot be true!"
But in my heart, I think I knew...

My friend was home with the Savior
All that remains is his wheelchair
He is worshipping with the angels in heaven
And rejoicing he can walk again

Countless laughs and conversations we shared
Now precious memories to always be remembered
Leaving a legacy of faith, love and joy
Robbi, I miss you every single day!

"I love ya sis, bye for now!"
The last words he said, now he is in glory
Beholding all of the heavenly splendor
I can but imagine what he's experiencing now

I grieve for the loss of my "brother"
He was a gift to me from the Heavenly Father
I'll see you soon, Robbi!
Save a place, in heaven, for me!


Details | Elegy | |

My Brother, My Blood my grief

Today, my heart heaves a heavy weight
Why, O! Why?
The soul crushing goodbye
Fervently I pray,
To see you just one more day
We part ways knowing it not our last
Looking ahead, thinking of our next
But Death, too grotesque, had other plans;
My burden to bear!
Why this painful news,
Only God knows
Someone please!
Wake me from this dream
A cold, unfathomable abyss
That I never want to revisit
We bow our head in sadness
And bury our faces in distress
My heart full of pain resonates its tears
If only, If only
We could haggle out of our demise
Gone too soon
The sheer disbelief
 
The promises you vowed to keep
Goals to reach before you finally sleep
You may be no more but not in my mind
Still here with me
If only I can see
A staked heart, resounding unbound tears
Forget you not; to miss you a lot
Lost souls, forgotten families
Never to me
 
Good tales we've heard
From generations long and dead
The happy ending cliche
For your soul, I pray
Here our fate! separated by worlds
While I wait
For the powers that be, to bide us again one day
But more, for in mere simplicity
I will never say goodbye
Forever with me, 
My brother, my blood

                                                                          In Loving Memory of our Lost Souls


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YAUCH, i cry

a tearful dedication to my lifelong brother, mentor, and friend Adam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~aug.5, 1964-may 4, 2012

I owe you better than this...You were Heaven sent...
Eyes cascade tears I cry
do you know Y?   A. U.C.H.                   ~ (Y. A.ren't U. C.hillin' H.ere?)
I cry dry...
my ACE of spades, i miss you kid
my mentor
my man
my ILL-est friend
my Superman
my M.C.A.
why'd you have to fly, you'll never die...i cry i cry

the pen leaks
i sink 
it stinks it stings i cry i cry
side by side we were A.L.I.V.E. 
tho' i can hear Dechen cry, wipe tears from Lo's eye
wings you glide
the rhymes we rhymed, you and i
G -S.O.N. the sky, too short yir' time
the moon should refuse to shine
Losing your duty's shredding my mind i cry i cry
you remain so kind transcending your ending line
I CRY this way I crY I crY and I just do not own the right words to say, just as mc's squared you cared this way  
you shared melodies but now this sky's gone to Red from Grey,
i must make it anyway,
but trust when I say 
I love you MCA!

* I'm running into walls without you...


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Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


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GROUND ZERO

GROUND ZERO Today as I stand here, With your name engraved not just on stone But in the hearts of millions who thank you For not letting them cry, I feel proud that it was you… We wish you were here, There’s not a day we don’t think of you. There’s not a minute we don’t miss you. But we’re glad you ran into death So that a thousand others could walk into life. It was not your duty, You weren’t meant to be there, But you took it up, Did what you had to do As a citizen of the global world. The little ones will never know What a wonderful person you were. But they’ll always know that You were a hero… How you died for the greater good… Tears, grief, pride, longing - a blend of everything. Its been ten years, ten long years But the memory’s still fresh and cutting. It still hurts to know That you could be here had you stayed back. But you didn’t and that’s made you a hero. You ran straight into it While a thousand others were running away. Your death is history…. Millions died with you But you stand out ‘coz you made your choice. As I stand here, I know that a decade ago, today You were here somewhere, Running into a cloud of dust and ashes Searching for the smallest sign of movement To bring them back to life. Somewhere between the despair and hope You forgot to breathe… I pray every day that History would rewind itself Back to that fateful September morning, Not because I want to hold you back… But because I want to come with you… It would have made a difference. I know it would have… I know you’re with me In my dreams, in my daily life Laughing at my blunders, Guiding me through hardships. My guardian angel… On this September morning, Not exactly the same as before, Here I am telling the world That my twin brother died Saving the victims of 9/11.


Details | Elegy | |

To a never receding echo

ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an  eclipse.
Where is the truce in the  ruse of going and coming?
You found yours  swinging on that threshold,
Where udara tree dances to the choirs of the wind.
Then you bend to itch the  scratch.
The debt of birth repaid too soon. 
Where  lion wimp and head dancer limp!
Crippled Aligo!!!
Have you journeyed through the chart on  your palm ?
After a drunken sip of  prerian spring.
Soured tryst with Sophia.
Cherubim  through the umbilical returns
To the progenitor?not conceived! Unborn!!
Halo on rusty hair sits.
Or was it your iyiuwa. Unburnt
Pleat, unpleat  then pleat…
Under  the star-apple tree,
Where all roads meet
Do not live on the threshold
Stay with  me, ignore the whispers of  these  shadows
Itching  your feathered cap.
You  have sucked through this nipple time dry
Leave her, now flaccid, bosom. see she shrieks.
Head of the Baptist shrieks
Superfluous gift for many half Christs,
Too proud for Baptism.
I wonder why?
A pine piercing the sun
Withers at the descent of a dozen, score moon.
Eleodimmuo it is you I am calling.
You, eternity lost in time.

A dance to a never receding echo
If now is dusk, I hope the echo stays
At least,for me, a pedagogic star.
While the magi?me, beside the manger wait
For the birth of light.	
While owl hoots dove’s lullaby;
Vulture hatching in eagle’s nest.
You are my Ogbanje, my forerunner
Even if the lips of days hums dirge as they pass

Now, Soldier ant from  the udara returns. again.
Matching, invading my tryst, feasting on a depleted layer.
Futile to chase; deliberate in pace
 Need I learn this tune?if  it never rest?
Fallowed stream  bites as  dreams cradle me.  
The black thing chants Ogbanje, Ogbanje and  I sign 
At this never receding echo.

In memory of Onyebuchi
If you in dancing to,  faults, my beat. see a fore admission of a mortal's fallibility
Uraoma  Nwannem
© Chikwado Nwattah . 2014


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Viking Death Prayer

With raised sword and shield,
The Norseman yells to Odin
The Viking Death Prayer*


 *  The Viking Death Prayer

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.


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What Happened

As you ended our video call,
You suited up,
Helmet,
Armor,
Gun.
Just another day in that god forsaken place,
As soon as you stepped off the plane it felt like being in an oven.
But hey,
What did you expect.
The boys and you all load up into the Humvee and take off with the rest of the Caravan.
Just another day.
Just another day…
There wasn’t supposed to be an explosion.
There weren’t supposed to be screams.
There wasn’t supposed to be any blood shed.
It was supposed to be just another day.
But all of that did happen.
And you were taken away from me and Mom and Dad and our little sister,
In an instant.
You were supposed to come home.
We were supposed to celebrate your birthday together,
Our sister baked you a cake for when you came home.
But… now you can’t,
And you won’t,
Ever again.
Because you’re gone.
And you can’t ever come back.
But know that we love you,
Know that I love you,
Know that I loved you, My Brother.
Most Importantly know that we miss you,
every waking moment.
Because you’re gone,
And we’ll never see you again.
Did I tell you Mom and Dad still pay your phone bill?
They pay,
So that we can hear your voice on your voicemail recording when we miss you.
I call,
Everynight.


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You call me your brother

You call me your brother "but you want to kill me
You smile in my face and say we are brother's
You hunt me down we can't communicate.
You want to kill me in the streets every time we meet.
Why can't you reconize me if you call me your brother?
When you are ready to kill me I'm just another.
You show me love but it's not for real
Behind my back you are ready to kill.
Why can't you see who I really am? 
If you have a good heart why am I the mark?
You must over come this deadly thing.
When I look around at all the so call brother's you killed 
it makes me want to scream. 
Why call me brother if you want to kill me?
Wake up my brother and do the right thing
I am your brother and you should know all this killing has got to go.



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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


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In Memoriam

Another rainy Memorial weekend,
there’s no promise of the sun.
I’m sorry for the folks who’d planned
a little camping fun.

But my task will go forward
with umbrella and raincoat.
I’ll get those graves all covered,
if I have to use a boat.

The first one was for my daddy,
back in nineteen fifty three.
I could not know how many more 
family graves I’d live to see.

The next one’s for my young husband.
It was dug in sixty two.
In seventy five my darling mother
died and her grave was brand-new.

Tears for a granddaughter in seventy nine
and for a nephew that year too.
In the year of nineteen eighty
my  brother followed those two.

Then we had a short hiatus.
It was not ‘til ninety-four
that another brother was laid there.
Then we counted one grave more. 

The next year we gathered once again,
when my second husband died.
He missed the sorrow of ninety-seven,
when it was for his son we cried.

Two more years in nineteen ninety nine
my own son was laid to rest..
“If God is trying me”, I thought,
“I fear I’ll fail this test.”

Then He had pity on us
and it was a full decade
before another grave and in it
my great grandson was laid.


Two brothers lie in other grave-yards,
and their stones I do not see.
I’ve been going to this cemetery
each Memorial week since fifty-three.

There are many friends and in-laws
that I must also remember.
I go the rounds with flowers  in May
and with wreaths in cold December. 

This poem covers five generations
of at least one family member
who has gone on ahead of us
and we bring flowers to remember.

By: Joyce   5/28/ 11





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A Brother's Bond

The sun was slowly setting mixed with an atmosphere of peace and calm.
He sat as his usual place, knowing he is in no harm.
All he heard was the rustling of the trees and the birds that flew by.
He placed the flowers next to him as he wiped a tear from his eye.

He began to speak, starting off about his day.
The only person he could talk to, when he had much to say. 
He knew he wouldn’t be interrupted as he carried on.
He wouldn’t be judged, even if he was wrong.

He soon became quiet, as he couldn’t stop the tears.
Saying “I really miss you bro and wish you were still here.”
He removed the old flowers and replaced them with the ones he bought
He sat there for hours with his six pack, deep into thought.

He reminisced about the days when they were young.
Laughed a little at the silly songs they once sung.
The mischief they got up to and the girls they use to date.
Two Casanovas you really couldn't hate. 

Riding their motorbikes, popping a wheelie down the road.
No one dared to mess with them in their own abode. 
How he wished he could relive those memorable days
And spend more time with his Bro, instead of at his grave.  

The sun had disappeared, leaving an orange glow behind
He stood up, said a prayer and quietly sighed.
He wiped away the tears and pretended to be strong again.
And left his brother’s grave site filled with the same amount of pain.



RIP Uncle Owen 
23 / 09 / 1966 – 05 / 09 / 1985

Written for my dear uncle who visits his brother’s grave on a daily basis. 
I never got to meet him but I know he was an awesome person.


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You Never Learn-Scars Left Behind

Dad is pushing up daisies today. He did away with himself on New Year’s Day. He lodged a bullet into his own chest. Less than a week later, he was laid to rest. Down to Atlantic City, you and Mom would roam. All our depressed father could do was stay home. You desired to dump more money in a casino. Dad pleaded with you not to go. What a horrible scene you witnessed with your eyes. Our father fashioned his very own demise. Of course, you were filled with regret. However, you too easily disregard and forget. Even that didn’t stop you from losing your money. Do you think destroying yourself is funny? Robert Pettit


Details | Epitaph | |

Comfort

He is at peace now, my brother
The peace he could never reach in life
Touches him at last, in death.
We are sure of this, his family
Because, you see, he died
With a prayer on his lips
Asking God, whom he knew so well
Through his mother and uncle
To grant him mercy.
We know his prayer was answered
For our God is  merciful
And in His wisdon knew
That it was time
For our beloved
Son, brother, nephew, uncle, friend
To come home.


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Mile

Drenched all over and pupils soaked
Down, this season, a nostalgic walk
A storm, within, of emotions cloaked
Remnant of treason remains to stalk

Contemptuous breach of a covenant shared
You drifted away to regal sounds
Calamity befell less fortunate, spared
My suffering, apparently, knows no bounds

This ride, in ways, is new to find
Each step drawn deeper, I deign
Tears of heaven and mine, combined
Abridged, somewhat, sorrows reign

Sinking daylight, hopes relinquish
Fading mirage intent on proving
Tranquil drive allures to vanquish
Keeps the undead, however, moving

Each moment spent, not unremembered
Each rise, and fall, is but a smother
And soul, from body, is when dismembered
By the side of you, will rest another

Note: This can be read as a reply to "Deliverance"


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For Paul

For Paul


I heard the siren loud and shrill
And down my back there cruised a chill
A gas explosion, down the mine
Had blocked the shaft at number nine.

Twelve miners trapped beneath the ground
But one was dead when they were found
My brother Paul, of sixteen years
My mother’s face awash with tears.

Just like a babe she bathed her son
Her little boy whose life was gone
My chest so tight...my throat so dry
A pain so deep I could not cry

Years pass,but still there are times
 just before sleep
When I remember...and weep.



An original poem on the theme of --- Funeral/ Death
Margaret Foster
Part truth / part fiction. 22/5/10


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Death Speaks

Death Speaks
As I walk through the valley of death bullets, penetrate and opens up my chest.
 I am slumped on the cement with scatter brain fragments.
 Onto the pavement lamented the loss of many benefits.
Blood lines in the earth, embedded blood in the dirt my blood leaks through my shirt.
 My life flashes before me as my blood lies beneath me.
The life that I took for granted, everything is now a chain reaction.
EMS tries desperately to save me; I no longer have a heartbeat.
My lungs deflate my chest compress with my final breath.
As my wig is pushed back my body relax, my head react and falls gently into my lap.
I am a casualty lying in these streets, as they begin to throw the unforgettable white sheet over me.
Flashing lights all around me, and I am not talking the paparazzi.
I feel my spirit leave my body my mother cries over me, “Lord please don’t take my baby from me”.
Inevitable death penalty simply unavoidable my life was so predictable.
My father made me a deputy, and life made a man out of me.
A legend in these streets generations of my historical legacy follows me.
I was the big boss chief, king almighty.
Soon to become a distance memory, my flesh is weak.
As the devil stands before me, I am cast into eternal misery.
Bleeding from main arteries I am facing my destiny.
From beyond my grave these words fade.
If I could make these words cry invisible syllables, a justifying biblical miracles.
Speaking in lyrical riddles, my death speaks to every individual.


Details | Senryu | |

Tombstone - Like The Four Horsemen

they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…

down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…


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A Brother Lost

No pain to bear, a tranquil sleep
  A tender soul now in HIS keep
A smile,  a sigh,  and through it all
  A caring Hand to break a fall

The strength you showed, a champion true
  You soared to heights, not all can do
You asked for naught but simple things
  A love to share, the joy it brings

A final breath and peace at hand
  A night's bright light came to an end
We bid farewell as we embrace
  Each loving memory cannot erase

All seven fold and now less one
  A brother lost but still a son
We hold you dear, just know your blessed
  A gentle soul now laid to rest
  


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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Dance Above The Stars

The laughter I see,
is hidden so deep,
a memory of yesterday,
mine to keep.

Those that know you,
or think they do,
can never hold dear,
the days of me, and you.

Saying goodbye,
hurts me so bad,
my eyes now misty,
my heart is so sad.

No one knows,
when time is no more,
eternity takes over,
when we enter Heaven's door.

Sing so joyous,
dance above the stars,
my heart will know peace,
for I know where you are.


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Wake

Sleeping Girl
Cynthia Garcia 


Walking talking sleeping faith
Living running sleeping grace
Make me take me slap my face
Wake me wake you.

Sleeping dancing breathing girl
Crying trying shaking girl
Ask him show him believe him to
Wake him wake you.

Know it feel it live it every day
Just as you did that day in May
When you saw the world your first time
And all became a question.
At the drop of a dime.
The day he woke you waking him

Trust the sun and hold the sky
Barry your pain and let it die
Never to live again 
To wake you wake him.
The wind is slow and storms are shy
Its time to fly
All the way beside his bed
To shake him from his sleepless rest
So wake now and wake him this is your test.


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Cancer Took Him

His memory I have,
mine to hold,
no one can take it,
cherished as if gold.

Cancer took him,
but his fight was strong,
my brother is with our mother,
now their pain is gone.

His only sister,
treated so cold,
by some of the family,and friends,
the truth shall be told.

Take what you want,
go on your way,
you will pay dearly,
and answer one day.




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The Devils Advocate II




***********The Devil is Hipe'*********

      ------

I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..

    ------
He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
            -Fore- 
He has a Handy
             Forget Me not
      ------
He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
      ----
These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
     ----
Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
       -----
Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
            AMEN

              GF


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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of martilty and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were wins smells of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay


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Reflections

(excerpt from a song I wrote a long time ago)

A loneliness remains inside my soul
Where your spirit flows nobody knows
Fantasies and illusions ease the pain
But nothing in this lifetime will stop the rain

Pictures of your smile reel through my mind
But sometimes it seems your face is hard to find
The details of an angel are slowly fading away
But the echoes of your voice will always serenade
In my heart, in my soul,

Is this moment surreal or was it the life when you were here?
Promise I’ll never forget; I’ll always keep you near.
A new journey with different paths, so many miles of a different sky
Leaves me wondering, without you, who am I?


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POET 2 POET

An ivory smile and eyes that GLOWED
His penetrating words reached my SOUL

A prophet, a poet but human all the SAME
So young and burdened with too much GAME

His work was an outlet to relieve the PAIN
The trials of his life overwhelmed his BRAIN

I saw the pain I suffered reflected in his EYES
I heard the words I felt come from his throat and RISE

Blessed with the knowledge that shoulda set us FREE
But the devil intervened so it could not BE

I know what it’s like, a side all bull SHIT
Not all good or bad causes inner CONFLICT

All these things I say hoping it’s not too LATE
To reach those others who I know can RELATE

And touch their souls like he came and touched MINE
Unlike your demise yo words came right on TIME

We miss u TUPAC



Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson


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keepsake

Remember me
Not as I am
But how I used to be

Don't be afraid 
To say my name
For you it's not forbade

Hate me not
I did not leave you
Please save me a spot

On the court 
Or on the field
I'll be with you in your heart

-Miranda Lambert-
**This is a dedication to my husband for the loss of his brother Michael 07/13/10, 
may you rest in peace and keep my dad company, we Love you!!**


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Here Is Gone

Ever thought of something so much
That when you wake up it just automatically
Crawls into your brain cells
Shoots them with laser beams
Until they explode 
And that’s the only thing you have left to think of
Because everything else is fried
Ever wish you could go back and change that night
Wish that you wouldn’t have left her side
That you would have just listened to your heart 
Instead of your gut
Instead of that little voice that echoes
In the back of your head
Ever wished that you wouldn’t be reading this poem
That everything could be like your dreams
Like a family who gets along
Like having a famous relative
Dreaming that you had a better life
More money to spend
More bass guitars to buy
Less drama
Then you find this special someone
Who you can really relate to
And you never want to let them go
But somehow they slip through your fingers
Then your life crumbles 
Falling down like the rain in a thunderstorm
Wishing you could change everything
But you just start over
And try to move on
And somehow end up at the beginning all over again



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When You Get There

Well....... Here we are , we have finally reached that day,
When  you and I would finally be parting our ways ,
   I believe  little brother it has come  way to soon  , 
Aways thought it would be me  and it turned out to be you.
   This is something that we could have nevber known,
Just never doubted it would be me that was first to go.
   Forget all your troubles and all the reason's why ,
And all the times we had when you were alive.
   Saying our goodbyes for the very last time ,
Makes it hard for me to hold back the tears in my eyes.
   Soar with the wings that were made from your Dreams,
Say goodbye to your  worries and troubles just enjoy being.
  When you get there open your eyes will you please,
And when you get there will you hug Mama for me.
  My thoughts will be with you for the rest of my days,
I will always stand tall please hear what I say .
  When you get there.
Tac.  


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What I would Give

          What I would give to see those shining emerald eyes looking at me once more
	                                       To see your young face 	
                                   To see your perfect crooked smile once more

                                 What I would give to have one last hug
                                 To spend just a couple minutes with you
                                    To go back and change the dark past

                                 What I would give to have one more laugh
                                To have one more beautiful memory with you
	
                  What I would give to say goodbye to your pale, magnificent self	


Details | I do not know? | |

My Friend

To walk a path and not understand the hurt or destruction one causes to loved ones and friends,,,,the endless nights worrying- wondering -anticipating the outcome for those trends...

 Looking in the eyes of a soldier laid to rest brings no reason nor answer for these justices we uphold,, for yet these same laws r the reason my friend stay so distant and cold....

 Once thought we would take the world by ease or a brutal storm,,,, I'm left here to remember those plans myself with my heart in hand and a mind all torn....

 You were a man of many depths and attributes unlike I known in my life,,, I only hope to fulfill your strength for success in these troubling times I find hard and strife.....

 I ask the creator to give you a paradise bountiful with no means to end,,,, you've earned your place amongst the greats ill always know your close around me friend....


Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


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Ten Brothers

Beneath a flag of red and white
A soldier quietly lies,
His mother sits just to his right
Tears falling from her eyes.

Brothers lie all laid in rows
Around his final bed,
A cross for each one shows
Their names above their heads.

Seven more stand by his side
With rifles standing tall,
Dressed in honor, feeling pride
For this brother who gave all.

One more stands by his feet
A bugle in his hand,
Plays that melody so sweet
Of taps now for this man.

Two more now step up to fold
Old Glory from her pall,
And place it in Mom's hand to hold
A present from us all.

Ten brothers stand by this man's grave
With respect in just suffice,
For this soldier who proudly gave
His life for freedom's price.

Ten brothers came to send him on
To take his final station,
But thousands more sit at home
Giving thanks with the entire nation.

Somewhere, lying overseas
The man who took this life,
Ten buzzards now has he
Giving thanks at his grave site!


                          Timothy I. Brumley


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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


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'Letters from Heaven'

It started with a letter,
One turned into two
Two into many more…

Pen pals we became and
That’s how our friendship 
Started, at the age of fourteen
Until we decided to 
Finally meet, when we turned seventeen….

A few days before your birthday 
The date was set,
but that meeting never happened,
The letters also dried up
No words just silence…

Until I send you a Christmas card
And your brother decided to search for me,
I’ll never forget that Sunday, 16 January 1994…

He looked just like you did,
In the photo you send me…

I really wasn’t prepared for 
What he had to say, 
You died on your way home from school
Back in October already… 

Brain hemorrhage is what he said… 

Before he uttered those 
Words the tears were 
Already streaming down my face,

I knew something must have
Happened to you, because you would
Never just go silent and not make contact…

I use to read your letters over and over,
For months after your brother told me,
Until I made peace with the fact 
that we would never meet, 
least not in the way we have planned…

*In loving memory of, Reginald Waldeck*

© All Rights Reserved


Details | Epic | |

REOPENING A HERO S SONGBOOK

In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of a white Christmas, 
in a white dreamland, 
and having sleepless dreams, 
and numerous pictures, 
which I can’t clearly depict

but I could reminder an auction, 
where flood, was sold at a discount
and breath, to the tallest bidder

Therein in, 
my late hero brother, 
cheerfully sang from his hero’s songbook 

and I astonishingly sang along 
with a bright smile and cry,
craving for a new hug,
but we could not hug nor shake hands

And he palely said to me,
I am back to stay,
never to leave

But I woke up, to notice it was a white lie,

Why so, my hero brother?

I try to anger in white lightning, 
but I notice that my anger is colourless
and my sweat is adourless 
 
I also try to use white magical feelings to give him a hug or bring him back, 
but I could not,
because I am not a professional white witch, 
 
My emotions has been white washed,
and I feel like white trash,
because my hero brother has been trash away from me, 
by death 

I feel like giving up my white ghost, 
like a prostituted white slave, 

by drinking up a full tank of white spirit liquid, 
so I could be on his ream

But my hero brother begged me not to

He consoled me by saying; 
that no matter how transparently apart we where,
his soul will never stop blowing the whistle of joy 
or flash a white flag in surrender to death 

Because his music will never end, nor will his whistle blend, 
because the only thing he has freely given to death is a white feather of shame

This filled me will plenty white hope,

I will sob no more!
Because I now know that my hero late brother is a white knight

I will wait for him, in this unlabeled white land
till we meet and share hugs again


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A Stone

Loss (2/11/2014)

It is a stone that cannot be lifted
Planted into the earth of the soul.

Buried under the cat that he drove over 
Pressing it into the ground in the ridges of the tractor tire.
And the jungle gym of his arm that I swung under
Long hair, laughing.
And tongue sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, an old apple
Brought in a brown bag to the field at noon.
Shouts and a broken plate, his fist to my face.
And his hands under his head folded in worry.  
The girl he loved was getting away.
A single red rose in a small crystal vase 
on her concrete steps.
Talking on the green couch downstairs of the past
Of the future.
And the letters from San Francisco, 
The letters from Carolina, 
The letters from Japan,
Begging for baked goods and promises not to enlist. 
The launch off the rope swing into the Missouri,
Profanities screamed over the current into the bright sky.
The stick to Harley’s leg for one more day.
Sneaking out my bedroom window
Drinking a bottle of rum in the tent in the front yard
In a marijuana haze.
My white dress, dancing, his blue and gold uniform,
My manicured nails in his hands and his head over my shoulder
Tears on my back.
And the new girl who wore her own white dress.
And his eyes reflected in his sons
Tiny pieces of him in his arms.
His voice so gentle, so close to them.
Jumping and screaming, laughing bedtimes, 
Children being thrown upside down 
Tickles and goodnights in the nightlight
The darkness in the windows waiting.
Cold beers on the front porch, 
The hum of the crickets call 
To the moon.

Dirt on a stone, 
Dirt on a stone.


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That Monday Night

What I wouldn't want to relive Is a night many years ago When a brother could run so fast But soon his life would slow On the turning of that corner Out of sight he became What happened seconds later Two brothers future never the same As I ran to catch him up Horror befell my eyes There, gone, taken by a van To my knees I sank and cried Momentarily I heard his screams Then a silence echoed all around Who would want to relive The impact of deathly sound


Details | Free verse | |

Ons almal sterf alleen

'n Oomblik waardig van afsondering
'n Vreemdeling nie deur ander gesien
Is ons die verlate?
Is ons die verlater?
Lewe in die nag om sy wreedheid te skuil
Hul gesigte belig die skerms
Die rykes maak geld uit dié oorlog
Die sterftesyfer styg
Nog 'n verraaier
Die leuenaar, die patriot
Hoeveel leuens, hoeveel sterftes
Afgemaai soos 'n lam wat geslag word
Nog 'n spook vir jou verlede
Nog 'n gelowige, nog 'n slagoffer
Ken nie die pad van die tou na die vloer
Kyk in die gesig van die wat jou verraai
Jy is die gejagte, die slagoffer, die prooi en die vervalle
Ons sterf almal alleen.


Details | Epic | |

Young Cronus

YOUNG CRONUS	(5.7.09)

My father decided he wanted his children		
buried, and left for dead.
But my mother, Gaea, both fair and true,
spared her children instead.
So I met with my selfish father,
where, by Gaea, we both were led,
and, holding the sickle she gave me,
this is what I said:

"Hello, dearest father.
I'm glad that you came. After years without you, 		
I know how you feel about us.				
I just hope you know:  We feel the same about you."

"But we are not here to argue.
I came here to say good bye."
He knew farewells were in order,
but he did not yet, know why.
I explained our situation,
as my siblings stood idly by,
saying, "If you don't want to have children,
you cannot be swayed, so I won't even try.
But its too late to go back now.
You cannot erase my family and I.
So that leaves us only one option,
and that's why I'm saying goodbye."

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came.  Now pay what is due. 			
We know how you feel about us,
and now you know how we feel about you."

He regretted the seeds he had sewn,
so, in charity, I reaped his remorse.
I swung my sickle pure and precise,
with such fervent and furious force;
His blood was late to react to the wound,
and that which was lost by means of divorce,
found it's new home in the deep, dark, blue ocean-
unable to ever return to it's source.

	Together with most of my brothers and sisters,
	there seemed to be no better fit
	than to send him away, as he would have sent us;
	to the bottomless Tartarus pit.

"Goodbye, worthless father.
I'm glad that you came, and you paid what was due.
We knew how you felt about all of us,
so we showed you just how we all feel about you." 	

"Farewell forever, father.
I'm glad that you're gone, and I'll never atone.		
Know that your fear was what you created,
as I take my seat in what once was your throne."


Details | Fibonacci | |

Ruthless Deceptions

Lies
told
to self.
In spite of 
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin


Details | I do not know? | |

A Crime of Passion

The blood on the knife gleamed in the moonlight
His hand shook as rage blinded his sight
The body at his feet steamed in the evening cold
A carpet beside it in which it would soon be rolled
What made him do it he couldn’t have said
All he knew now was that someone was dead
He remembered the scream in his ears
His face wet with fallen tears
A crime of love that had fallen apart
A crime committed that broke his heart
The love of his life had betrayed him he knew
He had the proof from which his anger grew
The pain he felt was too much to bear
As he stood and all he could do was stare
His wife was beautiful but now she was gone
He didn’t know if there was a way he could go on
So he raised the knife to his own heart
And plunged it forward hoping for a new start
Fallen in betrayal because of love
The new pair of spirits rose to the sky above
The police on the scene found the note
And all eyes let loose tears for what he had wrote
The man in the picture was his own brother
He said that he had never loved another
He was sorry for what he had to do
But above else he was sorry for the life he slew
His brother was there and his tears flowed 
For the one person in his life he had never told
His brother would never hear him say the words
For now he flew high with the birds
“I love you,” he whispered to the sky
And his brother heard them from on high
In one second his brother he forgave
And then he rested comfortably in his grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Halloween night

Dearest brother in Heaven
I pray for you always
especially this time of year
as you are so very sadly missed
In everything we say and do
you live forever
inside peal drops
In a part of our heart's
held very precious dear bro
Every prayer 
wishing you happiness 
filled with joy dancing 
with the angels  



My brother drowned this night pulls  heavy in sadness Halloween night whilst on holidays with his children in Majorca a sad family time of year


Details | Romanticism | |

Our unconditional love

My long denied dreams 
Met with realism 
when Your love superseded all the miseries of life  
Oh ! My  lover artist 
Paint your  love with Your divine kiss ;
the  purest eternal bliss

 You heel my heart  
With your gentle art !
I am your sweetest  muse  
Our thirst for each other 
Makes us go crazy !

the two extreme world 
Cannot deprive us  our love ! 
So we are born with a common fate
 an unconditional love  against the time
I wish to spend my life 
in your great strong arms 
Far from the country life 
Deep into the rustic charms !


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Love Will Survive

There must have been a time or two, 
Though long ago it seems to be.
At least I thought our souls had meshed; 
For this I know, we shared life's flesh.
No one would guess our shapeless bud, 
Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed.

If I had known that growing up
 Meant loss of memories too tender 
And sweet, I would have used the
Will God gave, to shield us from both 
Harm and pain.

No matter what this life may bring, 
We must hold fast to mom’s favorite phrase, 
"Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep, 
Dark place her love resides, 
The calm and peace will surely rise.

Know this my brother, 
Our love is strong, and now 
She has gone; we are all we have.


Details | Lyric | |

December

Arguing with one another
Texting back and forth
Owen drives in the blizzard
Kurt is at home

Kurt sends Owen another message
"why did you tell them about me doing drugs?"
"that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too"
"shouldnt i be the one to tell them?"

Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him
He loses control of the wheel
driving into a field 
Kurt recieves a message from Owen
"Im sorry I..."
The message was never finished
The car slamming into a tree
The tree branch breaks through the window
Thrashing into Owens stomach
As Owens head slams back and forth
The car is left smoking

Kurt knows something is wrong
but leaves things be

50 Minutes Later...."

Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police
"Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask
the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?"
"Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital"
She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on.

She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son
Owen was life flighted to the hospital
The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car

They finally make it to the hospital
The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?"
She cries "yes, where is my son?"
Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before
Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.."

The Dr. explains to the mother 
"Owen didnt make it"
She sits in sadness
Numbness
She cannot breathe

Kurt runs after the Dr.
"this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry.
Just the night before him and his brother
Were playing guitar hero together
Remembering the last moment
The arguing
The reqruet Kurt is now feeling

"Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011"
To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down
Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave
I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i 
have caused. I love you.


Details | Cowboy | |

The Confession of Dodge Martin

A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, 
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. 

A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon, 
A last ditch chance for absolution before his brother hangs at noon. 

He pushed on harder than he should until his pony found a rut, 
A broken leg and a bullet played it seemed fate had punched him in the gut. 

He went on by foot and prayed to God “Please let a stagecoach happen by, 
Or a cowboy with a horse to lend, Dear Lord don’t let my brother die.” 

“It weren’t he at the house that night that poor Lizzy got herself kilt, 
I knowed all too well because it were me, I alone bear up the guilt.” 

“I loved her all to sweetly Lord but my affections were each one spurned, 
So on that night I took her life and waited for her true love to return.” 

I laid in wait to bushwhack the varmit whoever the cur might be, 
Along the trail that led to her house behind a big oak tree. 

“It were my intention to shoot him down and lay him at her side, 
I then seen him on the dapple gray that only my brother’d ever ride.” 

“It struck me like a thunder bolt to think that I broke my brother’s heart, 
So I lit clean on outa Texas with my hope of making a brand new start.” 

“Her pa swore to the judge that my brother deprived dear Lizzy of her life, 
Because she told him the night before that she’d never be his wife.” 

“It t’were me that he’d heard talkin’ the night that Lizzy passed away, 
Now I got to get back to that town, Dear Lord, to have my final say.” 

“It seemed that my brother was luckier at love than ever he were at dice, 
But I had dashed his hopes each to the rocks and left him to pay the price.” 

But as he prayed and walked along a rattler took him by surprise, 
And as the poison run it’s course the murderer closed his eyes. 

And in his mind he could see his kin dangling from a rope, 
So as the snakebite did it’s work he took one last stab at hope. 

He drew his buck knife from his boot and opened up his shirt, 
To carve out his confession was his aim so with a cry he went to work. 

And when they found his body in the morning just a half-mile out of town, 
They found the note that he’d carved on his chest, “I shot Lizzy down.”


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Why

"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear."
                                                           A Rambling Poet

Dear God, may I please have an answer,
Am I ever permited to know
Why the one who was still so much needed,
Was the one who was chosen to go?

You know I'd have carried the burden.
You know I'd have given my all,
If I could have kept my beloved son
Until I too had answered Your call.

And now you are coming for him, Lord,
My brother, much younger than I.
He is more like a son than a brother.
Is it any wonder I cry?

These two men so worthy and needed,
Two men upon whom I depended,
Their going diminishes this Earth 
And leaves my existence upended.

I don't want to seem so ungrateful
For the wonderful years that we had.
But what will I do with this love, Lord,
That is making my days now so sad?

Is there such a need up in Heaven
That is so much greater than ours?
If so please give me a sign, Lord.
I've searched and I've searched in your stars.

Dear Lord, please stay through my sorrow.
May I feel You right there by my side?
Please guide him to the others in Heaven;
When my younger brother has died.

By: Joyce Johnson 8/13/11

For Constance's contest "Just Write"  Won no. 1 in contest.


Details | Free verse | |

Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


Details | Free verse | |

Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crash

There has been an accident
And I don’t know what to do

The sirens are getting closer
And yet, I hear no voices

I was at my friends house
And had a couple beers

Until I got a phone call

I picked it up and answered
The other voice had said
"Where are you?"

I knew
That I was screwed

My little brother had practice that day
And I was supposed to pick him up

I got to the school safely
And decided everything was going to be okay

I didn’t see the other person
Then there was a flash
And in that flash
There was a crash

Three out of the four people had died that day
And I'm that number four

In the other vehicle
There was a dad and his daughter
Going home from the park
The little girl was only six years old

Most important though
Was my little brother

He had died that day
Did I tell you
He was only ten

The paramedic said
"He died quickly"
They always say that though

I knew it wasn't true
They just said that to help us get through

He is dead
And I'm alive

And I don't know what to do


~(~Get a Ride, Don't Drink and Drive. You'll Save a Life~)~


Details | Elegy | |

Williams

I lie in my bed 
In the late evening
When it came to me,
The news 
I was far asleep
But the dept of the news woke me up
William is no more.
My heart flipped in pain even more
And my head hurt me so much more
There he lie on the ground
Knowing nothing of life...
He crossed already to the other side...
Living his family behind
For him there was no more wind
For he has rested in flesh and in mind
I know you,
But now I knew him,
If you could open your eyes on last time
And see your family before the final time
If you could think and feel the pain you left
As you cross over.
I believed you was gone, when I saw you,
What a pity
Such a tragic city
What a cruel world.
We lived together in the day,
But now you live in the night
Every body cries, but yet you lie
Its noisy but yet your eyes are closed
Hours I remained sober
But when I sat and think,
My eyes began to wink
I could not control the tears
And so it rolled down from my eyes
Oh death, why have you no pity
Filthy upon filthy
Curse upon you death
And honor be to birth
So sudden!
And to the family, what a burden
You was my friend
Our friendship was sweetly
But it ended quickly
You will solely be missed
Adieu my before friend


Details | Ballade | |

Emotional Outbreak

A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals 
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
 her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.


Details | Free verse | |

Street Rat Confessions

A.T. Throw down quick a beat
so hot it melts ya lips so ya can't speak
teach em to pray 
Make em hope it'll rain
cool off the flames burstin' from my name
Every day they're talking shit
Swearin they know how to spit
Pop pop bang bang
Glocks checking off another name
Tick tock run run from the cops
Killing brothers in the heat
close their eyes they'll never speak
Heavenly message must I repeat
Close your ears pretend you don't hear
The phone ringing off the hook
While you're thinking of another brother 
layin' dead in the street
Leave a message at the beep

--------- Hello, this is God
You'll now suffer suffer suffer
For etern-ity-tee-tee

Hold the Ace press the gun to your face
Wake up --- scream 
Just a nightmare just a dream
His empty eyes whisper your name 
You wonder why you cant escape the shame
Wish you would take his place
Drink another beer -- now forget to steer 
Its time for confession 
No more repression 
Or must we take you to your childhood
A classic case of regression 
Loveless pressing the question


Details | Rhyme | |

We may never know the hour or the day

We may never know the hour or the day

Written By Dean Masciarelli

October 15, 2010 (6:32am)


We may never know the hour or the day 
when a loved one of ours will pass away 

And today has been  
such very sad day 

Because I just 
found out recently 

That my older brother Van 
passed away last Saturday
 
And it is never easy when we 
have to say one final goodbye

Because it leaves us 
feeling really empty

And no matter how hard 
it 
may be for you or for me

We have to let our loved ones go so that they 
can be free
to spend the rest of eternity resting peacefully

(Last Saturday my dear beloved brother had a massive heart attack and  was taken away from all of his loved ones at the age of fifty seven ,  and he will be deeply missed, May his spirit always rest in peace.) 


Details | Bio | |

Free Base Fable

My baby brother had the face of an angel;
One proud young lion all supple grace and golden hair
Shamelessly evocative against the backdrop of life.
My baby brother...untutored gigelo from birth. 
His eyes: sapphire blue and beautiful
And he could shame a whore back into innocence
If he chose that part.
One lazy smile like a laser beam through the heart..  
One inexpensive smile to melt raw anger to a shrug,
Or a sigh...in return for our rage,
However well and truly earned.
Enticed us all to willing hugs for any sin,

And so, as always, forgiveness came
Because there were so many hate filled things uncounted.
He seemed intent on the tally of invisible wounds...
Useless transgressions turned expensive through the years.
They festered behind those beautiful eyes
And a cracked glass pipe;
Using that deadly grin to blind those who loved him still...
But still....we saw the danger, denied a name in deference
To us all - who could not - would not act.
And he wasted all that love he so loudly demanded;
Shrill and greedy, emotional vampire...my baby brother.
Pouring love into him like molten gold
Hot and bright and blinding
Into an empty vessel that never seemed to fill.

My pure bred lion turned alley cat;
Turned indolent, arrogant, dangerous and dirty.
This magnificent human turned crazy,
Investing his money - and ours - into the art of throwing his life away
With vengeance and malice aforethought.
My baby brother:
Proud owner of his own self destruct button
And a .38 revolver,
Well hidden, until recently...
Until junkie fantasies gobbled up the truth
And the veneer of his sanity.

Oh Mark, where have you gone..?
Sweetheart, where are you now...?
What White Mountain have you climbed this time
Dealing yourself madness and death in a locked room...
And blaming everybody but yourself
Witih a torch made of nightmares and hate...
Hot enough to crack the glass.

Crying for a Father - long dead - to come and "save" you..
Come and get you....
Crying for a man you would not love in life.
Punish him still, lost and ugly child.
Hideous child grown and almost lost forever...
Perhaps he remains just one more demon
In some toxic level memory
Shoving hard for elbow room
Among all the other monsters shrieking in your head.
Oh Mark, where are you now..?

Baby brothers don't grow on trees, you know.
What will we do if you are really lost
And long gone beyond the medicines of love and speech..
And human tears...all wasted.

My baby brother, no baby any more;
Psychotic fallen angel
Who never grew to manhood by any man's side...
Who will not climb out of the stygean darkness by himself,
Even though we all share your guilt if not the crimes.

My baby brother:
Obscene imitation of some one especially loved;
Living proof of a bad attitude gone beserk.

Your life in the real world begins
When you lose your name at the tip of your tongue;
The moment we finally call you junkie loser...
Junkie liar...junkie weapon...out loud,
And you agree.

One split second after you know it is true...
The day - that moment - when you reach out and say,..."Help me...
Oh my beautiful Mark,
Where are you now...



Details | Couplet | |

Death in the Family

Curious lights flash through the door, 
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.

Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.

Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.

The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.

Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.


Details | Lyric | |

Junkie

you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you


Details | Narrative | |

Telephone

When I was a child I waited for Your call

How could You do this to me

We stood by the phone but You were busy

How could I have thought You heard

The youngness wasn't enough

You were too disconnected to answer

Unaware we dialed You again and again

The others waited too and starved

I believed in Your love

The Omnipotence fragmented



For you Brother 
 

The signal was one ring and I should ring back

But the Power said disconnected

I tried You again but the voice said no

The number you have reached is not in service

So I checked the number and again  it said clear

Those tears turned into a river and we saw You sail by

You were needed at the church and the glory

Two children stayed and together was no matter

Dancing we made new games and prayer

Oh Dio

 

Am older now and the prayer

My brother is gone cause he took a cab

Their was no fare

He doesn't wait now but I still

I hear him in the night

I see him in strangers and glances

Begging You I wait as before

The toys help with those moments and dialing

Your phone rings off the hook

God help us all


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Never Me

Running fastly down the hall
Turning the corner into the kitchen
His mom standing 
Cutting the carrots
He stands well mannered
Dressed in black dress pants
A white dress shirt
Colored socks
His mom waves her finger at him
"No, Kurt, you dont wear colored socks with dress pants"
She walks over to him
Taking off his socks
A frown falls upon his face
"there just socks mom" He replies sarcasticly
He walks back to his room
Changing into white bland socks
~Years go by- Kurt is 15~

"Kurt!?" his mom yells from the top of the stairs

"yes?" He comes running down in a metallica shirt
Ripped jeans and converse shoes that have holes in them

"what are you wearing? we have to go to church, wear something nicer, why do you have to wear that stupid shirt, why cant you just be normal?" She walks away yelling at him

walking down the stairs in his outfit, Walks outside and walks down the street
"kurt?! get back here" she yells
He keeps walking
Walks further until he hits the end of the block
His mom cursing at him from afar
He sits on the corner of the street
and yells " im not going to church, im buddhist"
she stands in shock that her son has said that
She walks to the car and leaves him there
He goes back inside the house and writes her a letter

"Mom, I am 15 almost 16, Let me dress how i want, i dont want to be like everyone else, im my own person, you might not see it, but i do, and i do not wantto be bland anymore, im ready for something more exciting, wearing what i want, and not going to church, im buddhist, things have changed, you cant boss me around anymore, im getting tired of it sooner or later your going to loose me, your to busy yelling at me and how i dress to even sit and spend time with me, so im gone, i have better things to do then to just sit here and act all happy when im not. so goodbye mom have fun being boring"

Things might not actually be that bad
If she would have just let me be myself
I was never me when i was there
I was one of them
And thats something i never wanted


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Kyrielle | |

A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







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Happy Birthday, Matthew

Today is a great man’s birthday
I wish he were here to know
That not a day goes ever by
That I don’t love him so
He means, not meant, the world to me
He’ll always be close by

So, brother, Matthew, in Heaven you are
Happy Birthday, I say, with teary eyes


born 3-5-61
deceased 5-30-93


Details | I do not know? | |

NOTHING MORE

The love we shared had been wasted
If the hearts are always different
Until when should I last?
Frustrations felt in my heart 

If ever we are still together
Can never become one again
Though there are remains of our love
Just leave it to end up here

There are no hopes anymore
There are no dreams anymore
Leave me alone without you

There are no words that my love can say
Never will I go back to you
Let me keep all the memories we had


Written in the presence of a friend, Fhaieye that is later slain by an unknown gunman after 
few days in the vicinity of their university in Zamboanga City.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams

A man coming in through the
Window stabs me in the back.
I feel the sensation, but no pain.

Surrounding grass hut, I did see
A group of lions similar to a pack.
I was not harmed, I just felt rain.

Had dream coworker took me to atopsy
To see Dad, was stitched front to back.
Had another of figure out of the main

Closet in bedroom, crossed around bed.
Tried to turn on light, wouldn't come on.
Came to Larry's side and I then woke up.

Always have dreams after people are dead.
They are sent from God to keep me strong.
After dreams I wake up, have coffee in cup.

Another time I flew with my brother
When I woke up I could feel his hand
Letting go of mine. Was losing my mind.

Then there's the one of my mother,
Rising to Heaven in white above sand.
She died so sweet, so loving, so kind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Journey

The little Church was crammed full
When my brother left this plane
A kilted piper piped him in
Then piped him out again

Abide with me it skirled out
Bringing lumps to lots of throats
And many cheeks were watered
From eyes that looked like moats

Lips with teeth were bitten
To keep the sobbing locked inside
But even with this action
Our pain we could not hide

The faces they were saddened
From the loss of one so dear
Eyes from empty hollows stared
Nothing now was very clear

Today my brother left us
For a better place to dwell
And it won’t be a long time
Till we all join him as well

To once more be a family
Like we were once before
Laughing joking telling stories
No need to worry anymore



Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | I do not know? | |

Paranoia

Underneath my fingerprints of sorrow, Between his determined and swift disclosure, Few are spiteful for the sake of compassion. Wide-eyed noise pierces the remarkable silence While everyone around breathes a tender apology, As he lies, slumbering tranquilly.


Details | Couplet | |

The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...
...
...
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? By Kenny Davis

Oh Brother, my dear brother
For where art thou?
Never thought it was you in my life
That I would have to go on living without

In the news of your passing
My heart in a roller coaster of emotion
So much love, rage, sadness
Filled with devotion and commotion

Oh Brother, Dear Brother
Why must you leave me so soon?
Having mere chances to share spring like rain showers with you
Only to not live to see the budding Dogwoods bloom 

I take comfort in the fact
In knowing why you had to leave
To finally claim your rightful place in Heaven
One of God’s enduring angels is forever free

I take solemn in the fact
That you are physically no longer here
But all of the memories you left behind for me
Will be forever treasured in my heart Brother, My Dear

I take peace in the fact
In knowing why you were called
Because you have rightfully fulfilled your purpose
And God said, “Now Servant, that is all.”

I take abundant joy in the fact
In knowing you are now in a far better place
Anxious to see once more that smiling face
When it comes to be my time to approach those pearly gates

I take everlasting hope in the fact
We shall one day meet again
In advance, thank you for watching over me from heaven
Farewell oh brother, my dear brother, my dearest best friend

©March 2013 k.davis


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


Details | Rhyme | |

Eternal Life

My life feels so empty
Can't beleive you are gone,
I asked God his reason why
What have I done so wrong.

There were other people
To take to Heaven above,
It didn't have to be you
Your were still full of love.

I know your not in pain
You've gone to a better place,
But you were only forty years old
I want to see your smileing face.

Just one mor chance
To hold you near so tight,
See you laugh and joking
Assuring us your doing alright.

We have shared good times
Even had some rough ones to,
But, we learned to compromise
Seen our problem's through.

Why did you give up
Together we could have fought,
With a possitive outlook
A cure they might have sought.

Now, I'm left with memories
In my heart they will remain,
I know time will ease my mind
Heal the pain just the same.

Although I'm deeply saddened
My life nothing without you,
I know your looking down on us
Oh, my brother, goodbye I Love You.

R.I.P feb. 1969-mar. 2009


Details | Bio | |

Remember Me

Iv been there for you everytime you needed me,
Iv been there for you in case of an emergency.
I held your head while you were weak,
I whipped the tears off your cheeks while you were sick.

I brought you medicine when you had the flu,
I helped you out in any way I knew. 
I made you smile when everyone around you made you sad,
I cheered you up when everything was going bad. 

But now when I need you the most you are not here,
I'm down on my knees crying now and catching every single one of my tears.
I know all your secrets because I wanted to know how to help you,
But you don't even bother asking me how my day went, ain't that true? 

Iv done everything in my power to make you into the person you are today,
But now I'm reaching out to you, but you give me a smirk and walk away.
I guess this is what I get for being the person that I am,
I might of raised my voice on you, but that that just to make you into a man.

God created all men equally, why should I be any different from anyone else,
I treated you like I treated everyone, with discipline, love, care, without a mess.
I guess this is what I get for being raised by the streets,
Everytime someone went off on you I was there to have your back like the streets.

But now I feel alone and don't see anyone by my side,
I thought you would help me, that's why I cried. 
Now that my heart is barely beating, I want to say I love you,
Remember me as your teacher, care taker, soldier, your brother. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Goodbye My Love

Goodbye
February 7th
You died
Leaving my broken heart behind
I cried
Darkness never looked so nice
Depression never made me feel
more alive
When your birthday comes
I will visit your grave
Sit beside you and pray
Talk to you
Wishing I could see you face to face
In heaven it won't be the same









Cody died February 7th, 2011. He committed suicide. He was born October 16th, 1993. I miss u Cody and I love you 
forever. ~~


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My brother's hand

My brother’s hand regarded not my words for, they go unheard, as the silence grows my brother’s hand clinches cold and my last words fall to the ground pooling, congealing into an unsatisfied thirst. The devils on horseback are led to the water, but never drinking, as the blackened house lies in ruin. I wonder about the tree in the forest and the forest without ears to hear and the tree never seen, but alas and alas every man. How does a machete make more noise and fire be heard on the other side of the world? It may have been bearable, but I am not alone and I know their words will never be heard for they are in my brother’s hand. 11/5/2014


Details | Free verse | |

The End

One dark night, my nineteenth year,
Uniformed men knocked at my door.
They refused to say what I had to see,
"The End" at twenty-three. (brother)
I was twenty-three that April
That the phone call came.
It was dawn. She was gone.
"The End" at fifty-four. (mother)
It was April again, my thirty-eighth year.
Half a world away, middle of my day,
Came the phone call again.
"The End" at sixty-seven. (father)
I was forty-five and still alive,
Then torrentail tears wouldn't stop.
When they did, the pain left me.


Details | Ballad | |

RIP My Brother

Today marks seven years you had to go. 
Your journey here was a tough tow. 
To better things the other side. 
You've left me feeling really lost. 
But the memories are never tossed. 
Even though you're in a better place. 
That don't stop the tears rolling down my face. 
You were my buddy, my pal, my friend. 
Most of all you were my brother that held my hand. 
RIP I love you always!


Details | Rhyme | |

BRUCE KEVIN

MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT HAD LOST HIS WAY
WHAT A SHAME HE HAD SO MUCH PAIN

REMEMBERING BRUCE WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP
HIS HEART WAS GOOD AND HE HAD SO MUCH

A HOME, A CAR AND PARENTS WHO CARED

BUT THE DRUGS WON HIM OVER, HIS POOR SOUL IN NEED

HE DID TAKE MONEY AND STOLE THINGS, FROM THE FAMILY MY
DAD OH WHAT A MESS IT WAS TO HAVE BEEN FOR HIM 

HE DIED ON MEMORIAL DAY 2003, LET US REMEMBER THAT OTHERS 
ARE AT RISK AND I WAS TO TELL THE STORY OF BRUCE LIKE HE WANTED
TO INSTRUCT OTHERS TO BE OFF THIS HORRIBLE TRAIN
THE TRAIN THAT LED HIM TO SELF DESTRUCT, 

BUT THE WONDERFUL 
THING ABOUT MY BROTHER BRUCE
HIS KIND HEART AND SOUL WAS THE THING HE TRULY HAD THE MOST OF

WHAT A WASTE OF A HUMAN BEING WHO KNEW, THE HEARTACHE AND PAIN OF THE
DRUG CALLED HEROIN


Details | Sonnet | |

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER BEAUTIFUL SISTER DEDICATED TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LOVE

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
 Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat


Details | I do not know? | |

Murder your drear

Such disrespect 
has plagued my home. 
I was treated 
Like a toothless comb. 
Brother has told me 
I am not a man, 
But I walked away 
Before anything began. 

He laughed and laughed 
While I hung my head, 
So I turned around 
To fight him instead. 
I took a shot 
At his evil smile. 
He moved. I missed 
By near a mile. 
More laughing 
As he threw me down 
& stomped my face 
Into the ground. 

A funny feeling 
Grew in my heart, 
Like fungus in darkness. 
I fell apart. 

Something inside 
Has gone berserk. 
This funny feeling 
Forced a smirk. 
I found joy 
In hitting him back. 
I began to laugh 
With each attack. 

Then I took him 
By his throat, 
Putting an end 
To how he'd gloat. 
I took his knife 
& swung it near. 
I made the blade 
Disappear. 

Playing peek-a-boo 
Was never so fun. 
He shouldn't breathe. 
He couldn't run. 

My kind kin, 
Freedom is near. 
Only my sin 
May murder your drear.


Details | Lyric | |

In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Free verse | |

Snug

I saw my wife tonight
She was on my brother
with the words...no... letters...
abbreviation of some college
plastered on him
she kept him warm
like she did with me
hugging the curves of his
body
he held her closely
appreciative
her softness unspeakable
caressing him
He smiles 
looking at me 
breathing her into him
as I did her
"Thanks bro..."
I smiled back
Admiring her on him
"No problem...it's cold out"


Author's Note...inspired by a scene in a movie


Details | Narrative | |

Tim in the Skies

I woke up screaming
from one of my dreams.
Stuck my face in a pillow
to muffle the screams.	

It's hard to watch
someone else die.
Are you up there watching
as I search the sky?

I'm looking for answers.
God gives me a few.
The answers are empty
down here without you.

I should have died.
Not you my dear friend.
You just tried to help me
and I dreamed it again.

The knife in your heart.
Your eyes that just stared.
I hate to admit this
but I was so scared.

I was the first one
to fall to the floor.
Kicked,beaten,and stabbed.
But there would be more.

I curled into a ball
and I should have stayed there.
Frank and your brother appeared
and both asked me,"where?"

I pointed as they ran.
there were to many to fight.
But they both rushed right in.
It was satan's delight.

I got up and followed.
Didn't know what else to do.
I walked right through the carnage
and that's when I saw you.

You asked me what happened.
But I was out of my mind.
I said I was jumped 
and then we both looked behind.

There was your brother falling
with ten guys on him 
and like Frank and Dan
you just rushed right in.

We both watched in horror
as Dan curled into a ball.
Then you grabbed this guy
and threw him into the wall.

Then everything was slow motion.
Guys were flying through the air.
I could barely see anything 
but all I did was stare.

You were making them run
but one still wanted to fight.
That's when I rushed in.
He had this big knife.

I got there too late.
I grabbed you where you fell.
The look in your eyes
is my own private hell.

You died in my arms.
Some of me died there too.
It's been thirty years now.
Thirty years without you.

Why did it happen Lord?
Will I ever know?
Will Tim ever forgive me?
Do I want to know?

A nightmare that lives
after I close my eyes.
A dream that makes me
search for Tim in the skies.

For my Best friend Tim Gitchel who was murdered on 2/12/1979 in Oxnard CA at the 
movie theatre when we tried to see The Warriors. I miss you buddy. RIP


Details | Free verse | |

Haemophilia

She said, ‘let me be your epiphyte’
closer than, more twisted than
their circuitous umbilical cord under-
crying grey ceiling, bird freckled
incessant cawing devouring muteness
she climbed over him, entwined
feelers, claws and antenna. 
another Van, another Ada, in another attic
he guardedly touched her face, 
she dreams of their fur growing in frescos
blending of black and blacker black
skeletons turning one dimensional
she whispered into his scars, 
their sweet replies misting windows
its tiresome how they had to keep checking
crumpling his medical report, he-
cast aside uncountable, for both-
same inky squiggles on white notepad
under his skin lived a restless liquescent serpent 
out it rushed in torrent, one tear, tiniest prick,
life fleeing in polite haste
only on her, he became fragrant oil
his flimsy, rice-paper skin turns gold
he sufferer; the carrier, she.
Fear tick-toking in their ears
she is always looking over her shoulder
“Wish we were trees”, or alliterations 
something more than deformed seeds in a pod-
rose and thorn, she the rocky bed, 
he a river of searing lacerations
their somnolent complains coursing through her. 

Kisses turning to daylight,
two halves of the forbidden fruit
that day they lay closer, lash to lash, trembling
nearer than in that ignorant womb
grooves fitting ridges, a filament of old outlines
a finished tangram, an ode to symmetry
voice making love to its echo, 
pebbly ground savouring their protuberant spines
She forgot how similar their chins and fingers were
If plasma could be replaced by tree sap
for another moment of limitlessness
If arms by a million leaves, 
for another million embraces. 


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Brother

Spring showers have washed away the winter sorrow..
They keep telling it will always get better tomorrow.

But tomorrow never comes..
And without you I am no longer one..
No more fun....
no more.....
YOU KNOCKING AT THE DOOR...

Goodbye is what they want me to say..
But baby brother I can't fix my mouth to say...
Those final words..
They where never what I thought I'd heard..


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Ghosts

In a Crowd yet all alone,

 a brother lost among his

 own. You throw a stone of

 built up rage, people turn

 but do not recognise your

 face. You seem but a haze.

 What shame have you done

 to be ignored? You sieve

 through your mind of memories

 stored. Finding the last buried

 entry, one so cold! The face of a

 friend with vicious intent, your

 life snuffed out. There is no doubt,

 you're dead!


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Hope For A Psycho Path

I met my big brother only recently
but he had been keeping tabs on me.
We were separated as children from a brutal crime scene.
We witnessed our mother's slaughter most brutally.
Two days we spent in her pool of blood, traumatized as children would be.
My brother was committed to a mental institution. I was adopted by a loving family
who kept my brother's existence a secret from me.
My foster Dad knew that I would most probably
be a child of special needs
but I doubt that even he could have ever foreseen
the monster that was brewing inside of me.
My brother was a killer without reason or remorse.
He decided to make my foster sister our family reunion trophy corpse.
By killing my foster sister together, my brother believed
that it would unite he and I as a true family.
Like my brother, I too am a killer much like he
without reason or remorse or any feelings remotely,
but unlike my brother a code directs me.
I kill only killers to satisfy my need.
I kill because I need to take human life
to fulfill an uncontrolable hunger within me that's never satisfied.
"You can't help what you've become," Dad told me in my young adulthood,
"but perhaps you can channel this darkness where it will do the most good.
If you kill only killers," my foster Dad taught,
"you'll stand a far better chance of never getting caught.
Never Kill Anyone Who Doesn't Deserve To Die.
Never break this code and you'll most likely survive.
Remember this forever Son.
Your always loved and never alone,"
but that's no longer true now that Dad's dead and gone..
..and No, I didn't kill him
if that's what you were thinking.
My foster Dad died naturally
from hardening of the arteries.
My foster sister didn't deserve to die
and so I sent my brother to his demise.
Authorities ruled it a suicide.
I'm a professional monster when it comes to homicide.
I killed the one person who accepted me for who I truly am
to save the life of someone who would reject me if she knew the truth I hide within.
My brother was the only one other than Dad who I truly made a connection.
and so I continue to be alone and isolated forever destined.
I've never felt anything at all inside
but after I killed my brother, I began to cry.
Perhaps this may be the very beginning
of yours truly getting in touch with truly true feelings.

The above is a scene from the Dexter TV series
that I attempted to write poetically.
Just letting you all know that I'm not writing about me.
I couldn't harm a fly, honestly.

Best Wishes Always,
theKidster, SillyBilly


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My Scars

We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm. I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others. You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door. The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm


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My Memories Of You

It was 1999 when I heard the news
I receive a phone call, that you were sick with Blues
Now, I’m wondering what I shall do
Living so far away I decided to kneel down and pray
Lord please gives him the strength to battle this disease everyday

You tried to stay on the right path though out your life
Making many decisions that wasn’t very wise 
No one is perfect only the heavenly father
What’s done is over and he will always forgive those ungodly desires

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times 

All the time you were here living on the earth 
There is family and friends who you made laugh a lot
They will miss you so much, even the kids around the block
Lord please give him the time to prepare for those final days

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times 

Lord thank you for given me the time to have known him
I am sorry you have to go, we all will one day 
But I’m glad you made your peace with the GOD almighty
Now you’re climbing the stair way to heaven, going North Bound

My memories of you are always on my mind
My memories of you make me smile
My memories of you get me through the tough times    


(RIP) My Brother Allan, 12/11/02.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Hate You

I hate you, whoever you are,
I hope your hit by a car.
I hate you, you took my heart,
When you took his life before it got to start.
I hate you, for taking him away,
And haunting my life with that day.
I hate you, its all your fault,
I hope you feel a knifes assault.
I hate you, for doing this to me,
I hope your torment you'll never be free.
I hate you, everything you are,
I hope your doomed to a hell afar.
I hate you ooh so much,
I hope you feel deaths touch.


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The bitterness of life

(This is a fictional poem)

When my brother pulled a gun on a man, I told him to stop it.
The cops soon arrived and they told him to drop it.
The situation became very grim and dire.
He didn't drop his gun so the cops opened fire.
It was traumatizing to see my brother take his final breath.
I haven't been the same since his death.
My brother told me that he was going to buy the gun and I told him that he 
shouldn't.
When the cops told him to drop it, he was scared and he couldn't.
My brother came apart because he couldn't face the bitterness of life.
He was a hell of a guy before he lost his kids and his wife.


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Touching the Pain

Feeling Nothing

I am the girl whose brother died.
It is how they introduce me now.
It is the conversation they have in the next room…
a tragedy, so awful, how horrible.
The poor children, how are they?
Oh, too terrible, so awful.

And then me, an unexpected encounter,
Apologies pour from them and I have no umbrella, 
Forgot my plastic boots, there was no time to shop. 

But I have been manufactured, used, discarded.
I am in the landfill of loss.
My whiteness corroded by the filth which surrounds me,
Broken into pieces that can be shifted by the earth,
Pushed away and pulled by birds until there is simply, nothing.

So sorry, so sorry, and a nod.
Some reach out to touch me,
wonder if they can feel the nothing. 


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Repent

We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim

Repent
~

Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!


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HEAVEN IS MY GAIN

Mary fought until her last day
gazing at the stars of the bay,
" I will soon die, but deep pain 
I won't feel...Heaven is my gain! "


And muttering those courageous words,
her pale face pierced by hazel eyes held off
her tears not to make me profoundly sad,
but my caresses warmer than sunshine
consoled her by not making her afraid...
all she saw was a brother praying by her side!   


Mary sang many songs and smiled feeling only joy,
not seeing her bold head and missing breast
and despite her suffering, she kept abreast...
wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. 
 

That October evening Mary died without a breath of air,
and with semi open eyes turned to a pink sky...
seeing a sun redder than scarlet;
she stepped into the realm of death
to join mother and sister already there...
why wasn't a cure found? She didn't have to die!
 

Written by Andrew Crisci
The most powerful note:
" Wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. "


Details | I do not know? | |

Find me a genie for satellites are not good


 

The mathematics and game theory-

‘isms’ and unipolarity-

barely gets through my head for ‘what they are?’ my satellite never told me-

 So, please! Find me a genie

 

Find me a gene for now I know-

These paradox of Bir Gurkhas

Of Clever Bush and Obama;

Of Hitler and Russia, and of Strict- Isolated CHINA;

They are not who I want to hear about-

I want to hear the stories of children of Palestine-

 Women of Iraq- Afghanistan and Pakistan

So, Please ! find me a genie who could predict;

How many times would a heart tremble?

Heart of a brother who’s been mocked-

mocked by the system invisible -

they say he in bullets looks adorable

 

Find me a genie- he could show me,

the crystal-

for I wish to see struggle

struggle of those who’s childhood was not easy;

WHY?

Because, they were raped and their parents were murdered

they were never said ‘you are human, a beautiful creature’

and were made to play with missiles- the dead ones

American; Russian; Italian; and the list goes on

I wish to see it all;

For I want to behold- those falling tears-

tears of mourn for deceased-

tears of joy for who survived-

tears of love and hatred-

I wish to drink it all and fill my lake

 

Find me a genie for I need to fill my lake

 for I see it is empty

And the fishes in there are going thirsty-

They have thirst of truth-

they are hungry of reality-

They wish to drink love for they were being fed poison-

For chemicals were being drained from big giant industries of satellite

So, please! I beg- find me a genie for satellite ain’t good

(title of the poem inspired by movie Turtles can Fly)


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Epic | |

The Last Vampire Part 2 - A Collaboration with Jack Blackman

 Part two (written by Jack Blackman) 0792059
Luth: I turned to gaze into my sibling's evil eyes of spite,
For fate had fallen on this forlorn night
To my delight.
I ceased my merry tune, a somber grin split wide my face,
My fangs gleamed in firelight as I stood framed
by the fireplace.
My amber eyes held his a moment
before I spoke aloud,
"I kneel to no one, I flee from none,
for I am far too proud."
I drew my broadsword and braced the steel
till blood dripped from my hand.
Then, nice and calm, I drank from my palm and said,
"I will kill you where you stand."
My brother then chuckled, hate danced in his eyes,
And he said, "You have no chance but to die!
I will slay you as I slew your flock,
and leave your intestines strewn on the rocks!"
I thought to myself, How vainly he boasts,
but surely he is a damn liar!
For I believed not that he killed my whole flock,
My beloved family of vampires.
"If you do not believe they are dead," he said,
"Then call out to them with the thoughts in your head,
and you will then see what I speak is the truth,
Use your telepathic powers to retrieve your own proof -
I killed your children and your wife, Luth."
My confidence faltered at his bold proclamation,
For my brother's mind worked by a sick fascination,
with a desire to be the last vampire,
He would maliciously murder our own grandsire.
I closed my eyes and sought with my thoughts,
To reach out to my wife's lovely mind.
I fought through the void and called out for her,
and silence was all I could find.
To my great horror, my children neither seemed to be there 
or replied.
Full of righteous anger, I opened my eyes,
and tears of blood I cried.
My brother was stronger, but I was much faster,
and faster than thought, I brought his disaster;
By darting across the room at a speed
that left no seam on his neck there to bleed.
He laughed and thought himself unharmed,
but then  began to cough -
when a crimson stain spread in a line at his throat,
and then his head fell off!
I stood above his corpse, eyes glowing as if twin campfires,
and in my heart I knew despair,
For I was the last vampire.


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For Jeramiah Jay Cook

Late at night, my eyes are burning
as I try not to cry.
I hold my breath and wonder
why you had to die.

I try so hard to fight the tears
as I lay around and dream.
Memories of younger years...
I choke instead of scream.

You battled many problems
and overcame many things...
and you were only a child, 
No, an angel without wings.

You never had the most attention, 
but you never seemed to complain.
But suddenly everyone’s in tears, 
just whispering your name.

You won't get to live the life
you very much deserved.
No job, no kids, just shattered dreams
because you've left this earth.

You were only sixteen.
Its not right that you're gone. 
Your heart quit beating, 
but didn't quit loving.
Your spirit will live on.

My heavy heart is filled with regret.
I didn't say I love you, or goodbye.
And with memories I'll never forget, 
you taught me how to fly.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time, 
if only for a day.
After all, God answers prayers, 
but this one is thrown away.

My vision is blurred with tears, 
I miss you so bad. 
But I close my eyes and see you clear
and don't feel quite as sad.

Pretty soon I'll be grown up
but you'll still be sixteen.
but like you said, 
God has a plan, 
and in the end I'll see.




*Note*
Jeramiah Jay Cook, my cousin, "buba" and friend passed away Christmas of 2004 at a party. 
Rumors fly about what it really was. Alcohol, pills.. it had only been 2 months since his own 
mothers death (mine had died in 96') and so he got his Christmas wish.. to spend it with his 
Mom. He has been having a really hard time with with substance abuse, but it was far from 
what I expected when my Aunt called Christmas morning.. Someone I had always looked up 
to, and grown up with.


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Mom's Death

I will always recall the day
my mom died.

She was in recovery for 
congestive heart surgery.
The work itself had gone well 
but brought on massive clots 
to the lungs.

I was an hour and a half away
and when I arrived, 
Mom was talking to the doctor.
He had tears in his eyes,
apologizing for getting hopes up 
where there was no hope now.
She looked him straight in the eye
and told him that she didn’t want to die.
But, if the Lord was ready 
the doctor didn’t need to cry.
“I know you did everything in your power 
to make me well”, she said. “So don’t you feel bad, 
don’t apologize for trying to help me.  
God is the one to have the final say.
I will resist going until my absolutely final breath. 
Because, I think that is what he expects of me.  
When I know it’s time I will be with him.”
The doctor left, I don’t know if he felt better. 
Probably not. He had promised her five more years.

I stayed and talked to mom for a while, 
before my brother came back in.
“Now Bunky, you know your brothers
are not as strong as you.  
You will have to help them through this.  
That is what I know you will do.”  
I said “yes Momma,” 
no longer fighting the wetness profusely rolling down my cheeks.
“Where’s Carolyn” she said of my wife. 
“I called her and she is on the way shortly. 
She will get here as soon as she can.” 
My brother came back in 
and I went out to the doctor again.

He said her lungs were completely clogged 
and she would slowly suffocate.  
But, it would be painless because she could breathe.  
She just couldn’t process the air.
She would simply go to sleep.
And that is the way the next four hours went,
with Mom going little by little.  
She napped, 
and woke up once in a while 
to ask about my younger brother 
and his wife and my wife. 
Telling all how much she loved them. 
She slept a little longer each
time she closed her eyes
and finally the only one not 
there was my wife.  
We thought a couple of times she had passed.  
But the nurse said she just wouldn’t give up. 
She sunk so low they couldn't find a pulse
or read blood pressure. 
I don’t remember how they knew she was not gone.  
Finally just before my wife
came in they actually didn’t know 
if she was still alive.
My wife came in and Mom spoke.
“Carolyn, Carolyn", very weakly and 
they talked softly for a while and Mom died. 
She had held on beyond a readable pulse.  
Beyond blood pressure. 
To tell my wife good bye. 


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Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



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War machine

I blaze when i shine young soldier, Your job is hard you got my shoulder
Dont cry just grow up be older, your a war machine now your colder
but dont worry ill still stand to holdya, i got your back young soldier

Everyone even at a young age hase feelings
They shape us to who we are with meanings
peace for one world is anothers bond brothers dreaming
i watched us grow up we were hurt but now we are healing


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part IV- (Most Awesome Paranormal Experience)

stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown!  And  
he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke 
I’d just told!  He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all 
dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and 
he was going back home. He said that he would see me later.  Then I said that I 
would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away!

Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in 
that spot like a statute.  My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of 
clothing Brian was wearing.  He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white 
shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian 
wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow 
motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this.  Slowly, his tall frame stood 
in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way 
Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; 
his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp.  He had returned much 
earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the 
store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit 
Brian to share about the trip.  Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the 
local tailor!  Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving 
had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again.  The following 
year we moved away.  I am grateful for memories because even though my brother 
Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he 
walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his 
shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle.

Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.


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Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


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My Brothers and Sisters at arms

They shed blood,
They cry tears,
They do the work,
They spend the years.

They see the horror,
They see the pain,
They serve in honor,
They just try to remain. 

They return home,
They recieve A heroes parade,
They protect our freedom,
They hear the serinade.

They protect us,
They serve us,
They love us,
They are our soldiers.

Have you sit and asked,
Just hoe many of US,
Know how much they sacrificed?

Dedicated to my brother-in-law and each and every soldier who serves,from me,an 11Brovo 
Soldier of Delta 3-1 to all my comrads,serving and fallen.May God bless you and your family.


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Mankind's Enigma

'Hardy har', laughs the god,
Rushing judgement from afar.
"Only right, is right by me.'
Kills the damned to watch them bleed.

Virtues ruptured; marked abides,
Do make them fight for homicide.
For life is nil until the doom
But death by own shan't make him swoon.

"Your blasted brother to fire he'll go,
For plowing in your heart so slow,
Though blessed thee, your place now safe-
Alas he was slaughtered, cleansing his slate!

But the one, the last of the cycle,
Must pay the dues of his murdering rivals.
His only death is to break the mirror
And hell he'll go for that desire."

Now they smile, the sinners do,
As they look down on the payer's due;
"A heart so warm and soft like dough,
Brother, so sad you must stay below.
If only you had damned before
You were the last, the ultimate cure."


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Pride

The real truth is nobody can handle anything
We are all minature soldiers in a routine of stregnth
Some may be used to a faded regime in ardent extremities
Others ponder the ellaborate scheme amidst 
Shadows torn in darkened pavement sought regime
We often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Twisted logical persuasion bursts through the sky
In our pride we tend to hide behind its mask a handicap
In pursuit of change we vaguely rearrange its ardent mast
Coupled by a porposal amidst tragic events in decay
We then surface amidst the variation of its pitch face down in some ditch
No one ever thinks rationally anymore too stuck up for their own good
In silence one can equate twisted brains in disguise of shallow pools
In retrospect to want we ignore its regard to help
Shades of green grass in illumination breath in oceanic conquest
An eager delight to shout full force inside the equated shape
We then will hide behind a loose decision made in the darkness
~
Through the flood of innocence we negate to tolerate its light
Instead we compromise by living by sight

Shaped our illusional grade of hope!


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Anger in my soul

Some men killed my brother so I killed them.
I realize that one day I'll pay for my sins.
I hunted those men down and killed them one by one.
They didn't have a chance and killing them was fun.
My judgement may have been clouded because of the anger in my soul.
The hatred inside me took over and it took its toll.
I loved my brother and he was violently taken away.
I decided to make certain that those men would pay.
The grief and hatred that I felt made me become unhinged.
I will probably go to hell but at least my brother is avenged.

(This is based on a true story that took place during the early 20th century.)


Details | I do not know? | |

To Set Free

She thought of him constantly
Had seen his descent into insobriety
It had been encouraged actually 
A familiar practice in her family
Since the boys were still in puberty
It had put his life in jeopardy
For he had fallen prey to its misery.

Her brother became an alcoholic
She tried to help him kick that habit
He would always fall back into the grip
Of this vicious beast that finally got him sick.
And that night, she had been upset with him
Had said words she regretted to have said to him
For those words had become a reality.

Now she couldn't stop the tears from running
And her family had shunned her out, blaming
All her efforts to help her brother had failed
But it was the alcohol that had put the nail
into his coffin, but would death liberate him?
She had to set him free, free from her sadness
She did all she could; he had failed himself.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.18.10


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The Emptiness Inside

Gone he is, this brother of mine 

    Left is an empty hole

  Visions remain of his misery

 As death came to claim his soul


 Weak and frail was this hand I held

    And his breath dark as night

 I knew too well the end was coming

    But, could not leave the sight

    Stay I did , and watch the last

       Breath, echo the end

  The visions remain and torment me

   The loss of my brother, my friend

  There’s an empty space inside of me

    That ‘s hollow and can’t be filled
   
   A vacancy that no-one can see

       A  part of me was killed

  Dear, dear brother I miss you so

    You are always on my mind

 People will come and people will go

But,  you my dear were one of a Kind !




Details | Free verse | |

Loss of a Brother

I am eighteen months,
to the day,
younger than he.

We have two sisters,
both younger than we.

To lose our only brother
leaves three sisters
cast adrift in a head sea,
swamped in waves 
breaking tight
against the course
of our ship, poised - 

to grow old together,
reminiscing,
sharing,
laughing about the past.

But he longs to be free.
We are left with no choice,
but to step aside,
and allow him leave.










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617 Squadron " The Flight Home "

Brave men brought together
To fly the bombers
To hamper the power
 
Enlistment their will 
To serve the free
All humble men 
As history will see
 
Hearts shaking
On this white knuckle ride
Hero's them all
Side by side
 
Outbound flights
Planes lost
Their families and friends
Count the cost
 
Target reached
Heavy flak
How many of them
Will make it back
 
They turn for home
Chased by the Hun
Machine guns ripping
Flesh so young
 
Wounded they slump
Bullet ridden
Bloodied bodies
Sodden
 
The coast of England up ahead
Welcomes the live
And will remember the dead
 
Distant engines
The airfield hears
Crippled planes
Grow near and near
 
Families gather as they fly over
Did their loved ones
Pass the cliffs of Dover
 
Ambulance, tenders
Race to the scene
Pieces of man
Their life no longer a dream
 
Carried in care 
Blanketed shroud
Dads and sons
Did their country proud
 
The airmen who walked out
Turned and looked to the sky
This mission by men
As they wonder why
 
Pain and suffering 
For the right to be free
As the future has thanked
As we look back and see.
 
 
Dedicated to all who served, to allow us to write and read.
We can fire our words, but they will never make us bleed.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Dedicated to Chris Marsh

My Brother from another mother died before my eyes.
A one pack a day smoking habit is what caused him to die.
When it was all over, what did I do to get my nerves set?
I stepped out of the hospital and lit up a cigarette.
Tobacco is the world's most addictive poison.
It's more difficult to give up than crack cocaine or heroin.
To all who may be reading this, I say from the bottom of my heart.
If you haven't lit up a cigarette yet, please don't ever start.
His death was very slow and lingering.
I never saw anyone in such horrific pain.

I miss you Chris and I kept my promise to you.
I've stopped the nasty habit.


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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


Details | Free verse | |

All Because I Am Jewish


I saw you brother with your eyes deadened to life 
As the bullet passed through your chest 
I shall never forget that piece of lead that laid your soul to rest 
Lodged into the door beside me 
Our plan had failed 
Every detail played to perfection 
Your hand was on the rail of the train when the shouts came 
Stop! Stop! 
To stop meant death anyway, so why would we 
Yet their bullet pierced you 
And I stood there, frozen in a world that hated us 
If things were reversed I wonder, would I have pulled that trigger? 
I think back when they sent momma and poppa to that gas tank 
The cloths had hidden the fear in their eyes 
As they walked silently to death 
I know this, I could never have been that cruel 
How could they follow this leader of deranged thought 
But now I am alone in this freedom land called America 
I shall never forget what those Nazi's did to my family 
The tortures unbearable for thought 
All the friends I have known have perished by gas 
Some shot for refusing to die 
All because I am Jewish 
Nothing could be so atrocious as to kill a man for being himself. 

BY: DARREN J McMURRAY 
June 14, 2008 


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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten



" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


Details | Bio | |

The Longest Road

The longest road that I recall,
isn’t very long at all
I used to ride it is a child
on sunny Saturday afternoons
my sister and I play car games
she says “That is your house”
and points to a trailer
I say “This is yours”
and point to a dumpster
Yet we do not worry
what really will become of us
We continue in our coloring books
Along with an old banjo cassette
and when we feel gravel under the tires
and we can no longer color inside the lines
we’ll know we are close to arrival.
My sister graduates from Law school this may
and I am just now getting started
The longest road that I recall
Isn’t really long at all.


Details | Free verse | |

for Bob (1958-2001)

when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing

so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars


Details | Lyric | |

26 Stitches

26 stitches is my life. Hardly got a family and no room for a wife. Don't ask questions that you don't want to know. I have already buried myself but where he only knows. Afraid of the consequences but to numb to change. I might open the book but I'm too afraid to turn the page. Tomorrow is another day but to me it never changes. Stuck in this Groundhog Day... Just another 26 stitches. I don't know why they stand beside me. It must be love. But since I lost my brother self-loathing has become my crutch. 26 stitches are how i live my life. The only one who can intervene has since taken his own life. 26 stitches i will forever be. I will see you in heaven, hell or somewhere in between.


Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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Never Again

My dearest friend, you always had my back
Even after the day you were sent to Iraq
Navy jokes to me while you were still here
The laughter it made and brought us to tears 

The doubts we had about the enemies at war
How Russia seemed like they wanted more
It is funny the way loss can change lives so quick
Bring minds to depression and make stomachs sick

I hope one day our souls will pass
On golden streets or in heavenly grass
The last thoughts of a soldier are seldom known
It is a dangerous world outside the Green Zone

There are tears in my eyes as the words are thought
What trouble in here, what optimism is sought?
I will try to go on, and finish the mission
You did your best in the terrorist inquisition

I have had sleepless nights and a cramping chest
He was supposed to come home, just like the rest
Two days before my leave he was to return to his friend
A sailor with his Army brother by his side, never again


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War Relived

I seem, as I truly seem,
not stating, what is, in my mind.
Experiencing am I, of a, past moment.
A moment, I just, can not leave behind.

Remembering like it, was yesterday,
again, to me, the past, seems so real.
Becoming a part, of the moment, in the role,
with the same emotions, that I feel.

Away was I, from the familiar,
upon a quest, to fight, for the free.
The honor, of wearing, a soldier uniform,
to defend, and annihilate, the enemy.

Buddies beside me, in the commotion,
us facing, the same, wrong time, and place.
Tears coming down, my very eyes,
as I now, can vividly see, his frighten face.

Because for him, the end, was coming,
as he, fought hard, during the whole attack.
He then lie there, while us, his buddies,
voraciously tried, to revive him entirely back.

Back alive, he wasn't becoming,
coming home, to those, whom loved, him all.
My thoughts, and prayers, are with his family,
to others, I've been, nothing but a brick wall.

Me dealing, with the sadness, guilt, and anger, 
together in unison, and each, now and then.
Finally realizing, by living, I shows him, love,
of him, giving his life,  from way, back when.


Details | Narrative | |

An Old Photo

That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.

A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.

The boy, our brother,
did little in his forty years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them;
we weep his loss.

And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

broken

Dear Lord
This is my minority report
my people have been outcasted
food and water is short.
Population persecution set up for political power
so my people bear their fate, in their faith
in search of a higher power.
jesus christ!
the planes just crashed into the towers
is not that a indication we approaching our final hours?!
Katrina shedded her tears on New Orleans
The coke can levee's collasped
and the rain came pouring
big momma inhaled the sea water while she was snoring
Damn! A wave just ran off with cousin La'Teemah
It's been five days and still nothing from F.E.M.A
Bodies for rafts as the news crew continue to fly pass
we float in the alligator infested water with no food, power or gas!
Dear Lord, how long this nightmare going to last?
Just a few more days,
help is on the way,
just be patient and pray,
is all the D'evils could say!
Like they dont see nothing wrong
with whats going on
i just lost everything i owned
and to make the Super Dome my new home!
30,000 was the count,
if you didnt get in, you drowned
some of my kin was found!
But the rest wasnt,
lost a aunt, a brother, and a few cousins
and you wondering why i'm cussing
news copters fly low my gun busting
Cause they not here to help us,
so i wait on the next bus
hoping to secure a seat for me
but living with the reality 
this here might be it for me
im broken!


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Indian burial ground

The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know 
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally 

I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
 some that are so blind they can not imagine! 

The things one can do
The things one may hide

A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair 
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing

A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear 

A fear of ourselves 

An unwritten book with no pen to write with

Voice of reason


Details | Free verse | |

Rough Times

My husband left this life last year
Just two and a half months later
My sweet brother passed away
My best friend's husband also died

My son-in-law left my daughter
I lost my job without just cause
Two disks in my back folded
Two contractors ripped me off

My oldest brother went to jail
My sister was arrested, as well
My favorite brother was fired
From his job for working too much

I found a guy who told me lies
So I left him for another
Now, he's unable to say those things 
That I am really needing to hear

My step-grandaughter had to go
Home to live with her mother
My daughter has taken a driving job 
I will be alone for the first time ever

Now as this year winds to a close
These eighteen months that I've survived
Were harder than any other
That I have ever had to endure

Thought I couldn't make it
Thought I just might die
Felt so heartbroken 
I cried and cried

Looking back, I now can see
The strength it took to make it
Thank you Lord for being there
And for helping me to take it 



Details | I do not know? | |

Thoughts For Sergio

Thoughts For Sergio ................................ Memories of the all the good times, our way to make it through..... In this time we feel such sorrow, hearts filled with thoughts of you..... For all the times we will need you, for all the times we will cry..... If love alone could have saved you, We'd have never said Goodbye.... In life we loved you dearly, in death we will love you still..... In Our hearts you hold a special place, no other man can ever fill..... If tears could lend another way, for loved ones to feel no pain..... Ours would flow like a river to heaven, and bring you back to us again..... Our family chain has been broken, a missing link ..never the same..... Until God calls... then one by one, We will be linked again..... While in the beginning there is such agony Internal screams...so deep..... In time begin fading.. allowing smiles For not as often.. will we weep..... You.... as a man Imprinted like no other..... One of a kind Sergio Guerrero Our Friend....Our Son.... †..Our Lost Brother..† ................................


Details | Rhyme | |

REMEMBER, REMEMBER

Remember the day that I tied my shoe lace you said "Mum I done it" lied straight to her face remember the reservoir I nearly drown you jumped in, clothes on your face such a frown remember the rabbit we pulled out of it's hole you knew from that moment that was your goal remember the boy who pulled my blond hair You growled and you hissed wow you gave him a scare remember the disco the rocks and the punks and when the nights done we were fighting in chunks remember my marriage you disliked him so "What are you doing? that man has to go" remember Mum's shop we would laugh at the folk you'd read your paper I would just talk remember a pint each and every day we went to the oak always made you pay remember the last time I saw you alive was in Bilbo's cafe you called it a dive remember the fry up your eggs were cooked wrong that was on Wednesday by Sunday you'd gone remember, remember the life that we shared I'm now on my own, I'm a little bit scared


Details | Rhyme | |

Detroit

Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight for their lives,
To the point where guns are being 
heard,
More than a singing bird,
And murders are being committed 
more than child birth,
And some see Detroit as hell on 
Earth,
But no one pays attention to the 
intelligence our teens are worth,
For Detroit is a city full of broken 
dreams,
Hoping one day all gangs will work 
together,
And unite as a team,
Then we will create a great future,
For Detroit's wound will rejoin with 
a suture,
And one day we will make a 
successful cope,
Detroit is a city full of hope.


Details | Free verse | |

Love

For some its a quaint evening with a date
Well, some are ever looking for spirituallity
Others simply disagree,
Fighting back the silence amidst the tender blindness
We evoke togetherness out of silence
No one ponders the future always in the past
A glance at a nail with holding the pants
In reason we fought back the inner reasoning

~
                                                          Perhaps this was the path where Nero tred?
                                                          In lazy diamonds searching frantic inside the head.
                                                          We ponder a lake yet it devides its inner fate
                                                          In tempers we knew exposed to its vested tool,
                                                          Many today are filled up with hate!
                                                          Looking still deeper then ever before,
                                                          On its Pilgrims Progress hence the open door;
                                                                                             ~



                                                         We live lonely lives yet not the preacher!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Missing

The dreams they stalk me like no other
No where to hide within a cover
Its there, its here, there is no other
His face, his song, my baby brother

His hands embraced my smile
Kissing my demons all the while
Dancing, laughing, walking, running the mile
He's gone, its wrong, I'm lost in denial

Society tells me that ill be ok
As the clock tick tocks and passes away
Lying, laughing, mocking words they say
Its torment, hell, I'm without him everyday

I hate them for there pity because im so cold
The words they repeat have gotten so old
Fermenting, swelling, rotten with mold,
Sickening, stinking, because he was stole


Details | Bio | |

Our little boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lets eras hate

Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid I’ll pull you up and away from this place Come with me into the night We will walk down lanes of soft moon light Come to me lonely souls Fight for your right to be heard Open your eyes sunshine Day light has casted a hazy glow Were not alone Others walk this hidden path as well Put down the knifes that carve your flesh Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string Take their hands Hold them tight Reassure the need to stay For we all fear the fall back into abandonment Cradle the young left on the streets Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach Let us walk as one A line that reaches shore to shore For we are strong and loved When we remember are hand are linked as one Let your feet stomp down hate Your hart sing songs of strength Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms For hatred has wounded and scared us all Take them up and sooth their fears Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair Do not weep alone my loves Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs We all must weep when things have become too much to bear For you are not alone nor week Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen So to all my passer bys Bullies Racist And you that pray upon the “week” I can not hate that what you are But I will rebel agents that what you do For us who you hate and torment out number you One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do And when you do………….. Even you may join are line For even you will cry Even you will feel alone Even you will one day want to die Perhaps you all ready do Perhaps now you see We all need love Love from and for each other We are all human Even you


Details | Free verse | |

MADE TO LOVE YOU

(THIS A TRIBUTE TO GERALD LEVERT ONE OF MY FAVORITE R&B ARTIST RIP)

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU FOR LIFE
 AND ENTERNITY.HOW COULD I EXIST 
WITHOUT YOU CO-EXISTING WITH ME.

I WAS MADE TO BE: YOUR SWEET THING,
YOUR HONEY SUCKLE FLOWER, YOUR TASTY
TREAT, AND OF COURSE YOU BAD BLACK
AFRICAN QUEEN. REIGNING ON THE THRONE
WITH YOU.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND
ONLY YOU AND YOU IN RETURN YOU WOULD 
LOVE ME...TWO THUNDEROUS 
HEARTS BEATING AS ONE ENTITY....
EXISTING IN OUR OWN UNIVERSE.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND
ONLY YOU. YOUR EXTERIOR BUT
MOST OF ALL YOUR INTERIOR
WE HAVE A LOVE THAT'S UN-
BREAKABLE.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AS
A JOINT PACKAGE.THE NAPPY
HEAD KIDS AND ALL.MY LOVE
IS SO DEEP ANYTHING THAT'S
CONNECTED TO YOU IS APART
OF ME...I'LL NEVER HAVE TO
CREEP...I PLAY FOR KEEPS.

MY LOVE IS NOT CHEAP DEEPER
THAN THE DEEPEST HOLE.DEEPER
THAN THE HOLE THEY PUT YOU IN...
WIDER THAN ANY SEA,AND TALLER 
THAN THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN.I
CAN'T GET OVER YOU.........

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU AND 
ONLY YOU BOO....MY LOVE IS
NOT CONDITIONAL BUT ALWAYS
UNCONDITIONAL FOR YOU.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU IN LIFE 
UNTIL YOU TOOK YOUR VERY LAST 
BREATHE. I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU.
THIS LETTER IS FROM YOUR BLACK
AFRICAN QUEEN. NOW REIGNING ON
THE THRONE ALONE. I WAS MADE TO
LOVE FOR LIFE AND ENTERNITY.

I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU...........  




Details | Classicism | |

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Baby

She was there for his first
She held his hand with his last
The breath that was in between
Seemed to be taken away so fast!

Twenty-seven years later
Justice Seems at hand
Not God's judgment
But the courts of this land.

He took our little Ricky
Without a second thought
As horrible memories surface
We all know it hurts a lot.

Seeing him walk by
With a smile from ear to ear
Still haunts us all
And it's been almost a year.

Praying for this family
Every night it seems to me
Because I know they need God's help
No matter what the outcome be.

Beautiful little Ricky
I hope your death is finally "solved"
And I wish nothing but peace
For ALL the families involved.

You were here for a short while
Now we think of you daily
It's been twenty-seven years
But you are our..."forever baby"


Details | Ballad | |

Song

Sing a song of sorrow as the leaves turn red,
Sing a dirge at sunset as we lay down our heads.
Sing with me, play with me, feel the music turn
To ether that surrounds us, incense that burns.
Save us, Apollo, Calliope, save us from silence of heart
Save us from the quieting of soul and the dying of art.
Love stills the genius, the only way to sustain
That which is beautiful, that which is pure, is to suffer pain.
Winter brings the ice, spring will bring the thaw;
Seasons flow one to the next leaving the earth raw.
Flood will follow frostbite, drought will follow flood,
Then will come the autumn, and the world tinged with blood.


Details | I do not know? | |

Imagination

whilst laying in bed

pillow tucked under my head

a thought arose that held no shame

instead of sleep why not play a game?

so I arose from my nonachieved slumber

though thought I could render

my brother from his rest

last i tried, I gave it my best

and still he spoke not a word

mayhap he just had not heard

the things I was trying to say

i shook my head, keeping the other, darker thought at bay

just my imagination....


Details | Bio | |

The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 


Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blacks

It’s like we’re doing them people a favor
Showing them, that we own up to what they say;
Stereo types isn’t the way,
But we as blacks are proving them right..
They believe that we’ll kill eachother before the 
Last night,
& all our women
 gone fall a victim to the streets,
Weak minded;
Not even having our children anything to eat..
The only good thing we got going for ourself
Is education,
& that aint gone support the whole nation..

Come on nie,
We gotta take stand!
Teach our children how to believe in
Themselves,
Show our mothers that they
Can make it without a man!
Prove to our fathers,
That they’ll regret they 
Neglected us!
Tell our brothers the
“Freak” that noise,
& Stop that fuss!
Its like we all against 
Eachother, 
But it shouldn’t be this way,
We gotta get it together some day;
Them people know what they doing…
Pretending to solve these crimes,
But knowing their using the same line,
Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery,
Hmm..
Or maybe jail?
But if we don’t make there,
Best to believe:
They hoping we on the
High way to hell,
But we gotta prove em’ 
Wrong,
Its been too long,
Take a stand,
Cause black women don’t need any man,
Children needa believe in themselves,
Fathers should regret the neglect,
& our brothers need to stop the fuss,
I’m trying not to cuss,
But all this frustration just built up
Inside,
Its  kinda hard to hide!
Think about it:
Rosa
Parks,
Martin
Luther King,
Malcom X..
& More, fault
For our freedom;
Now we got it, 
& we abusing it,
Kinda like our fathers try our mothers,
But that’s a whole other subject,
We gotta get it together
& that’s a bet(:

Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:


Details | Light Poetry | |

My brothers keeper

My brothers keeper keep looking forward
,let me return the favor i know your lost and bored
,to the light in your mind the time of your life
,dead stillness at night living dying doesn't make it right
,rolling over your grave is no way to pray
,its no way to say im blind and afraid
,to the heavens begging to skyline your heading,
but if you could just settle down if you could just start to listen
,there are many who are watching silently stalking
,the vulture is available the coroner is mocking,
lets restart the clock regenerate the difference
,this chemical is bleeding resisting this instance
,and tomorrow don't thank me don't even try to think it,
just a sunrise and breathing instead of you sinking


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | Quintain (English) | |

WW2 poem

Look back on the war
All that corruption
Caused by a world,
A world of destruction
 

All the men
Who gave their lives
And left their home
Their families, their wives
 

Hear the guns
Trilling out death
And through their helmets
All smell is their breath.
 

Into the muddy trenches again
Their retreat, their haven
With rats running over the dead
And flying over head is a lone raven
 

At the crack of dawn
The brave soldier awake
To the cry of guns
Enemies collecting every life they can take
 

They are everywhere
All their spies
Your friends, your neighbours
With evil in their eyes
 

Watch your mouth
Watch your back
If you do
You’ll remain intact
 

No real funeral
Only a shallow grave
On the battlefield
For one so brave
 

And what of the families 
They left behind
To do good
For all mankind
 

Eventually we won the war 
But at what cost?
For now we wear a poppy
To signify the ones we lost.


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Mental Illness Does Exist

As I reflect on that October day when I lost my brother when he ended his life in 
such a tragic way. He was troubled  and  lonely  and blue he felt unloved  too and 
didn’t  know what to do. He had a mental Illness and thought there was many 
enemies in his life and felt scared too. When I look back at his tragic death I 
should of taken him more seriously on the thoughts going on in his mind. I will 
tell you now what I am feeling inside Mental Illness is real don’t take the warning 
signs lightly for it does exists I am so sad now for he is very missed .He ended 
his own life on that October day. I was at home when I got the call. I did not 
believe it was true. When I went to the police station and was directed to go in 
this room. And he told me to sit down there in this chair. When he told me he 
ended his life that day. It happen when he drove his car and into the creek. I can’t 
believe he is out of my life. And can’t believe that it happen that way. I started 
crying and could not stop. When you think of a loved  one that you love so much 
you take for granted that they are alive and ok and do not have that thought of the 
tragic news of them dying. My brother is gone now with his loved ones who have 
passed away why did he have to go at all why did he end his life that way. The 
nights are lonely without him here for I love him so much and I am grieved with 
despair. For I do remember the things we did together .The pain still hurts deep 
down inside. I wish I can turn back the time and still have my brother  by my side.  
If you have someone in your life who has a mental illness look for the signs and 
the way they are feeling. They may be crying out for help so take the time to listen 
to them and ask them how can I help you . For I wish I can bring my loved one 
back today. Don’t wait too long  to do the right thing. So if they are hurting I hope 
you know before it is too late. Take these thought and make up your mind for you 
don’t want to run out of time. So I have decided to write you this as I am reflecting 
back that October day. If you have a loved one in your life who needs you  be there 
for them for what I have said is true. Mental illness is real for my loved one is 
gone  don’t wait too long you need to be there for them you need be strong. For I 
am telling the truth I know I am not wrong. Don’t take what I am saying lightly  
mental illness does exist.


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Better Place

Your in the better place now but I want you here
But in the better place you cry no tears you have no fears
But I just want you here
Without any pain
But when your here everyday's a day without rain
Just like the better place
I'd love to again just see your face 
But times ticking fastly for us to re-unite
And times ticking more for the day too I will see the light
But your in the better place which is beyond high
so me being human can not touch the sky
But I wish I had wings like like those in the better place 
Because I would start elevating and leave no trace
So I can see you again and feel your warm embrace
but im not coming back for heaven is beautiful and great
I'm forever gone Out of state, I'm onto the better place


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HE WAS THERE

I know that there are some that still can't pray
and others that ask, 'Where was God that day?'
HE was there with each tear that's shed
as the news reported, There is thousands dead!'

HE was in the hyjacked planes so out of control
His angels collecting each passenger's soul!
HE was there at the buildings of the World Trade Center
with Heaven's gates wide open bidding all to enter!

HE was there in every tired body and grimy face
that refused to give in to another trying to take his place!
HE was there amongst every common place hero
who repeatedly dug through the rubble in New York's ground zero!


HE was there with the passenger's of Flight 74
whose sacrifice kept the enemy from the White House door!
HE was there with those that died at the Pentagon
when another plane flew into them like a bomb!

HE was there when thousands of passengers landed
unable to get home, so on Canadian soil they were stranded!
HE was there in the smiles of the Maritime youth
who came with blankets, fresh clothing and hot bowls of soup!

HE was there when the President cried out with pride
'This will only make us stronger, we have GOD on our side!'
HE was there when AMERICA was at Iraq's door
teaching the Taliban what happens when you provoke a war!

HE is there today as countless others reflect on the loss
just as HE watched HIS only Son die upon the cross!  HE WAS THERE!

©11/09/2012


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Murder in the Skies

It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
 
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
 
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
 
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
 
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
 
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr 
The flights going well
 
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
 
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
 
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
 
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
 
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
 
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
 
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
 
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
 
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown


In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php




 


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Street Justice Pain

Guess you haven't heard
you're yesterday's news...all bets are off
and it's not even yesterday yet.....

Thought you had it all figured out
had your finger on the trigger to shoot it out
runnin' your mouth like you got game
paradin' the same block...glockin your name
what a shame...what a lame excuse
your abuse of the life you choose
slingin' bling blingin'
in the big house they're singin',your song
which belongs to your active death dealin'
a sad escape from scrapes of a past
you had to know,this show would'nt last
last stand it was CUZ
memory of what was
heat on mean street...your fame still a buzz
as FAM call your name
your enemies still acclaim
fitting response to a game being played
players in action...no concept of traction
flow to the gold,their mark and caption...

Now just a photograph...a telling story
street version memory,a different folk loring....

(we're losing way too many young people
 in the war on our streets at home....)


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My Brother

You left my brother
Came back a man
Should hear our proud father
Speak of you
How you’ve done him
And momma proud
Sister Jane and Katherine
Down the block
Never seem to have anything
But you to talk about
Oh if you only knew the loving
All the girls around here
Say you’ve missed
It’s a good bet
You’d never have left
But leave you did
Nothing can change that now
In a way it’s good to know
Exactly where you are
We need never again worry
If that old truck of yours broke down
Leaving you to walk home in the rain
It’s a good thing really
Now we can all get some sleep
Granted, not as much as you
But we will in our due time
Just want you to know
These tags of yours
Will never leave my neck
You, will never leave my heart
For no matter why you left
Or how you came back
You still are
And will always be
My brother


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A Change In The Wind

Your energy was so strong.
The room is now silenced. 
Days go by as they always did, but life will never be the same.
Emptiness lingers all around me.
Although, a new beginning for you.


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chronicles of me

1990 was the year if my details are in order.
When everyone at home was woken by the unforgiving blast of gunshots.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
And that signaled the end of a life,
The death of a loved son,
The death of a cherished grandson,
The death of a respected friend,
The death, of an unknown brother.

Yes, that was my brother, or so I’ve been told.
When this happened I was just 1 year old.
So you can forgive me for not remembering him,
Not face, not eyes, not smile nor limb.
I wonder how different my life would be,
If  around the house it wasn’t only me.
Only me to bare the deafening silence,
Only me to see the brutal violence.
Only me to bring blood-filled tears,
Only me to inflict treacherous fears.
Only me, that’s how its always been,
Only me, that’s how im always seen.

For that reason my heart’s been stone,
Already accepting ill end up alone.
If the world can take what I do not know,
Yet can still keep safe my every foe,
What hope do I have that ill succeed,
What proof is there that ill proceed.
Proceed to live a long and happy life,
Proceed to cater for a loving wife.
All these things are hard to see,
All because my heart is not free.

I can only dream and hope of better days to follow,
Til then, what’s inside will always be hollow.

Im counting the minutes, hours and days,
Waiting til all this pain fades.
Slowly but surely, I will heal,
And all the pain ill no longer feel.
Cause I am a soldier and ill fight til the bitter end,
Cause now I have a weapon, a weapon called friend.


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9/11, 2001 " Page 2 of 2 "

Intelligence first, Retribution next
Clinical response the worlds text
Which free country is next in line
To be hit by this cowardly crime.
 
New York Cities patriots, suffer further pain
As Fire Officers and Police are slain
They indeed are part of this attack
So many of them never came back
Honourable dads, cousins and wife's
Mourn their lost ones, who lost their lives.
 
The World will remember
This September deathly sound
When iconic giants crashed to the ground
Hero's in the air, and on Manhattan Earth
Proved to us all, whats humans are worth.

In respect to the decent people who perished on that September day.


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Lost in a feeling

Lost in a feeling,
Thinking of my friends.
Thoughts reeling,
When will this end?

Friends in war,
Endless conflict.
What is it for?
It just kills and raises debt.

For control of oil,
To stop mad men.
So much turmoil,
Why did this begin?

I wish they could come home,
My brothers and sisters in arms.
I know they feel alone,
I wish them well and free of harm.


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REMEMBERING....RON

Each of us has a unique set of memories when we think of someone.  Each of us has our 
own "piece" of him that we take through life.  These few are just some of the memories I 
keep as treasures of my brother, Ron.  It was his death from ALS that prompted me to write.

I remember him as the son of a father, who worked hard to raise his children with the values 
of love, respect, conscience, and devotion.

I remember him as the father, who worked hard to provide his own children an education in 
the values of life.


I remember him as a boy, who loved to play with trains, erector sets, and bicycles.

I remember him as a man, who loved to work with his hands in repairing motors or could fix 
the leakiest of faucets.


I remember him as an adolescent, who never had a problem in finding friends.

I remember him as a man, who like a lone wolf, many times trod his course alone.


I remember his love of driving around on Lower Wacker Drive, singing Irish folk songs.

I remember him as a man, who was sometimes frustrated by his inability to repair his 
favorite car.


I remember him as a friend, who helped me to learn how to play games as a child.

I remember him as a brother, who continued to play the game of life with wit and humor 
even in dark times.


I remember him as a man, who was never too busy to help someone else, whether they be 
family, friend, or neighbor.

I remember him as a man, who asked no help for himself in his most desperate challenge.


I remember him as a man of dry humor, misplaced witicisms, and constant exchanges of 
laughter.

I remember him as a brother, who's only claim to fame was caught on film at a First 
Communion party, and who's face always turned red when someone reminded him of it.


I remember him as a man, who courageously faced a battle he knew he could not win.

I remember him as a man, who loved God, and may only have found out how deeply when 
he neared the end of his journey to be with Him.


I remember him with love, respect, and gratitude...for letting me remember.

Dan Cwiak


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My Brother

Don't cry, My Brother,
You loved me like no other.
I am at peace,
You can put your mind at eaze.
Show that you care,
Remember to treat others fair.
Live life the fullest that you can,
You've grown into a fine young man.
Don't worry, My Brother,
You cared about me like no other.
I am happy now,
You should smile. You'll remember how.
Show that you can achieve,
In you, I will always believe.
Work hard and do it right,
You'll get there with a fight.
Don't whine, My Brother,
You protected me like no other.
I am safe,
Don't live life in a daze.
Show that you can love,
I'm looking over you from above.
I am always with you,
By your side with everything you do.
Don't fear, My Brother,
You helped me like no other.
I am full of grace,
Holding you in my embrace.
Show that you are brave.
Do one final Good-bye wave.
It is my time to go,
Always remember, I love you so!


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part II

missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s motor, the house was quiet.  No body knew 
what had happened to Blackie.  We were really concerned about the whereabouts 
of the dog, even though Papa had assured us that he would return at some point.  
Since the funeral, he had vanished.  Even the old man who lived across the street 
from us and who loved Blackie, had not seen him, nor had any of the other 
neighbors. We had searched in all the usual places.  He had never run away from 
home before.  As far as I remember, Blackie never did come back home.

As Papa sat in his usual chair, quietly playing with the food on his plate, the kitchen 
door opened, and in walked Thomas, Brian’s best friend. They were the same age, 
and were very close even though they did not attend the same school, or the same 
church. The two had become friends since they met at a Junior Boys Scouts meeting 
at the age of seven. Thomas lived some distance away but they maintained a 
special friendship.  Out of school, wherever Brian was, so Thomas would be. They’d 
both turned fourteen last September. Throughout those years they still were active 
members of the Boys Scout, and had risen together in rank. Thomas had been away 
on the recent Scouting trip. They had traveled to a neighboring country for a Scouts’ 
Jamboree. Brian should have gone too but something to do with school exams came 
up so he couldn’t go.  Thomas had just returned from the Jamboree that Saturday 
afternoon, the second week after Brian’s burial. Lena, Reggie and I got out of 
our chairs and ran to greet him. It was like welcoming him and Brian home as the 
two were always together. He picked Lena up as he greeted our parents.  Mama 
standing at the sink, turned around, took one look at him and walked briskly, almost 
running out of the kitchen, with my other sister in tow.

Papa greeted Thomas, his voice almost inaudible.  Thomas looked puzzled. I guess 
he thought he had walked in during a family argument. He was about to turn back 
and walk out because he felt a little intrusive, I guess.  It was extremely quiet in the 
room; very unusual when everyone was in Mama’s kitchen at the same time.  And 
Mama, walking


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Card Game

The Queen of Spades trumps all
In our game of hearts
And other organs
Tangled in Greek and Latinate names
Ependymoma
Epinephrine
Endymion
Wake up, Shepherd!
The Black and the Red
Call you
Kings and Queens battle
The rules don’t allow for discarding
Draw from the deck,
Choking the progress with wheeling lights and coloured geometric shapes
Hearts
Spades
Diamonds
Like crystals
Crystal methamphetamine to make the cards fly faster
Clubs
Club the senses 
Introduce new shades, purple kush
Orange and yellow sunrise
Swirling blue and gold
Smoke goes up and enter the kaleidoscope.
Your kaleidoscope is white 
Fluorescent light
Perfect background to lay the tricks
Deal the hands
And take your pick 
Buy? Fold? Try again?
And when we’re done
We’ll pick them up, one by one
Put them in order again
And lay them away in the dark.
Sleep, Endymion.
The Queen with the black eyes is your sign
In dreams, everything is fine.


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There is Life Beyond Death's Door Part III

away like she did, made him ask what was going on. That yielded no response. The 
silence hung heavily in the kitchen. Finally, he asked, “Is Brian in his room?”  He 
looked at my oldest sister, Winnie who sat next to Papa. She didn’t respond. 
Instead, she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  Thomas was as tall as Brian.  
At 14years old, they were 6’ tall. Winnie bowed her head to hide her tears.  She 
looked down at her plate before her. Thomas turned halfway around and was about 
to head towards the door leading towards Brian’s room, when Papa let out a deep, 
long sigh and motioned to Thomas to come sit next to him. Winnie got up to give 
Thomas her chair and Papa, with his voice low and cracked, told Thomas that his 
best friend had passed away. The humming of the fridge seemed much louder 
then.   Looking back now, seeing Thomas’s face, I knew he wanted to laugh but he 
stopped just short of that, and his countenance changed in an instant! A painful 
grimace appeared on his face.  His voice became shaky as he tried to mumble 
something.  He looked at each of us as if checking each face to see if someone 
would soon break into laughter, at this absurd joke. After a while, he took a deep 
breath, convinced now, that he was reading everyone’s face correctly. Brian’s Dad 
wouldn’t joke about something like this. He thought to himself. Then all the reactions 
he had seen as he entered the kitchen, finally registered, confirming that this was 
not a joke.  He nearly fell out of the chair, as it toppled over to the floor.  He began 
retreating slowly towards the kitchen door; his whole body still visibly shaking, he 
said loudly, shaking his head in disagreement, that it wasn’t possible.  “It is just not 
possible!” He shouted. Yet, there was no response.  Winnie was sobbing, tears 
rolling down her face.  He then asked if Brian had run away or something. Still the 
room was as quiet as a tomb. Not a sound from anyone, only the constant humming 
and the hymns being played on the local Christian radio station softly wafted across 
the room. He then blurted out, “Because,” he


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walking in the woods

As I walk through the woods on a super creepy trail,
I stop and listen to a woman so frail,
As she tells me a story, I tell her one back,
And I turn to see three boys,
Eyes so black,
They wait and they listen for the story's end,
As I look in wonder to their old woman friend,
I can't help but show the fear in my eyes,
As she tells me the story of how each boy dies,
The three little boys,
Skip hand in hand,
The shoes on their feet sink deep in the sand,
Follow me deeper,
Follow me down,
Down to the beach,
Where the first boy will drown,
He seems so fearless,
So unafraid,
Bringing his brothers on such a day,
Where his life would go wrong,
And end with his unknown play.
The two little boys,
Left all alone,
By their older brother,
This cruel world to roam,
Aimlessly wander,
Into fates brutal trap,
Where the second brother will never come back,
He climbs in the trees,
Which bend and sway,
Calling his brother to come now and play,
He steps out so careless,
On one lonely branch,
And misplaces his foot as if in a trance,
As if the wind calls him to join in its dance,
He sails through the air,
Like a bird in play,
As his life has ended on this sunny day,
The third boy runs now so fast,
Miss places his foot and falls down a crevasse,
The slope so slippery and yet so vast,
The third life has ended at last.





its been awhile...once again here is my soul in poetic form. let me know what you
think...if your still there. and yes, spelling issues.


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Anthony Vincent --- Dead or Alive

Yes, they called me the fool, The Jester ,the class clown
Younger brother of Anthony Vincent: Athlete renown
All star quarterback, number one forward , pitching ace
The town and high school news paper, front page: His Face
Mom and Dad send Ant to Yale and I go to the Vietnam War
Over there my mind inhales the atrocities of torture blood and gore 
.I envision when they took Jimmy Jones, ripped out his tongue
Cut his eyelids off,  crucified him on a small knoll ,facing the sun
Watching from my bamboo cage immersed up to my chin
Hearing poor Jimmy’s groans and moans over and over again
The leeches, water snakes, and marsh rats gnawing at my flesh
No longer felt like torture, unlike Jimmy : I could see  each new day fresh
Wide spread insanity among my troop and I was the most deranged 
While being insane I had devised a plan, my brother’s death was arranged
Through the G.I. bill  I bought a home on a small knoll: facing the sun
Doctor Anthony Vincent, Why not stay at my house: brother number one
Hello, MOM, is Anthony there? Hospital just called he didn’t show at work
Anthony Vincent Missing for 72 hours I laugh at my parents tears
Mom, Dad, I feel so bad, the number one son, You’ve Loved all these Years
Son ; you saw Anthony last , please tell me is he Dead or Alive??
In order to not tell a lie; looked  my Dad in the eye and Answered  -  YES

Inspired by Elaine George's Contest "Tell me a story"

Lady Elaine George -- Is this " POE " Enough?


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I've Fallen And Can't Get Up

brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name





Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.






Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty


Also This Is My Entry For 
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest


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A Kiss Of Death

Through various trials in life many tend to give up on the fight

Other have frolic in the ambiance of spite
Still some resist this form of logic & truly live
A vested tendency & need to forgive
We spill our hearts out on the burgeous sea

A kiss of death with noted Judas with Jesus

A sin so costly it ended his fate
With promise of a ressurection far too late
A kiss of death fresh out on the painted canvas
With sweat of brush stroke to quench the desire

A kiss of death in modest apparel
In want of appease through dense torn leaves
In wallow of a forest in a grand chasm
In moments were one can't even fathom
Through lips tied among the chartered course to pull
A regime of strife & reluctant pull

In regards to a promise that was once made in the dark'
It had lit the fullest spark to what it was I have been waiting for
A great gulf fix hence the vast opened door
A given chance to finally explore
The notion in logical persuasion & more!


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Heaven Is Your New Home

As the sunrise shines upon my face
A tear drop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see, 
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me 
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
Your in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one. Opposites attract. 
Brother and sister, bestfriends at birth
No longer are you with me on Earth. 
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven


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My American Soldier

When you walked away I said I wouln't cry but I almost did when you said goodbye when you did come home you weren't very well you said you weren't hurting but you were I could tell I stayed by your side as your breath slid away whispered to you on your final day as you took your last breath you told me don't cry no matter what happens this isn't goodbye you now have peace my soldier lay at rest because you my american soldier were one of the best as time goes past as you asked I don't cry I kept my word because you promised this wasn't goodbye.


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Missing You

Missing You 

My eyes filled up with tears when I 
heard the news
it never occured to me how much 
we all could really lose
Still today I have a hard time 
believing that this is real
Everytime I think about you pain is 
all I can feel
So as I sit here with tears rolling 
down my face
I know that your in no more pain 
and living in God's good grace
So on the day that God called you 
home, I know that he made no 
mistake
Because God only takes the best, so 
it was time for you my brother to 
getyou some rest
We all love you and will miss you so 
very much For you were a great son, 
father, 
brother, cousin, fiance, friend and 
such...
I refuse to say goodbye but until the 
day that we meet again
Rest in heavenly peace our dear 
sweet family & friend


Written with love just for you
By your Big sis: Eleanor Bolden


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Donald Crombie

Donald R. Crombie
May 6, 1944  July 6, 2014

It was on a Sunday you chose to leave
And I was very sad to see you go 
You had other family you needed to see
But I shall really miss you so

There was Mom and Dad and Brother Darryl
And of course sisters Donna, Shirley and Kay
Cousins Larry, Henry, Danny, and Kurt 
That you will also see along the way

All the people you have left behind
Understand why you had to leave
We will always love you 
This you really must believe

I know you are in a wonderful place
And my missing you shall never cease
There are others that share this feeling too 
So dear brother please, please, 
            Rest in peace

Connie Moore
July 8, 2014


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That Monday Night

As brothers do
We argued at times
But on that Monday night
To the heavens you climbed

You ran ahead
But you could run very fast
I was left behind
Your life was cast

To grow together
Was taken from us
For much i would have said
In brotherly discuss

First i would say
I loved you so dear
I have just turned 49
And i wish you were here

A little brother
Needs a big one to follow
For many years after
My life was so hollow

The games we played
Football and others
Its the way it should have been
For us Fraser brothers

So Billy my brother
Boom, Boom to thee
I see you fly through the stars
As you look down over me

I only knew you
Seven little years
And every time i think of you
It brings me to tears

So next time you fly over
I have words to say
There in a loving poem
From my heart their displayed





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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35

Curse these memories
Making tears leak from a hidden spring
Remembering my brother with four legs
Murdered while i was away
By the opposing male

Rocks, my dear brother
Damn the dog to hell that put you to death


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Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


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Back in the Day

Back in the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was back in the day of buggy and horse
Long before cars were made,
That a small farm boy, too young for the fields
Stayed home at the cabin with me.
Since this young boy who stayed was only a tot
He with critters and bugs would play.
It was great fun almost everyday.
Watching him play from the porch.
We were more than friends romping on the land.
Brother and sister were we.
With a bond that brought angels above great joy
Seeing me with the boy.

And this is the reason it hurt so much
Watching that day from the porch,
The woeful sight came in view oh, plight.
It happened in broad daylight.
Folks working in the fields came fast
To see what help they could be.
Our older brother's gun had fired.
I saw it all from the porch.

The angels looked down with sadness and said
What a dreadful fray we see—
Yes, and Mama knew it (sixteen years old, 
Is too young to have a gun.)
Oh, woeful sight in my afternoon view 
His memory is clear to me.

For our bond was stronger by far than the bonds
Of those who came running to see—
Of those who full of fear did flee--
There was not one angel in Heaven above
Relieved one spot of the sadness in me 
Forever together love bonded with him
Sweet feelings remembered by me.

For the heart of my brother forever entwined
With the horrible sight I did see
And my soul deep inside to that memory binds
And prays for eternity, we--
Although late at nighttime, when I kneel by my bed. 
I start praying, praying for my young brother dead.
And the bonding between him and me
We shall siblings eternally be.

(Written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe)


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Tragedy---for Jon

Lost? 
Found. 
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day 
Lost-found in a place, living know not. 
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds 
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless 
Youth is but a stage of dying 
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass 
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES 
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience 
Youth felt emotion lost through existence 
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension 
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else 
But where time confronts us all. 


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Coole Park

Coole park was where he took his friends
It was his joy until the end.
To stroll along the wooded trails.
While reminiscing or telling tales .
To stop and glare at the big oak trees .
Or those copper beech that stood for years .
He would tell you the story of this famous place .
Or read the inscriptions on the various name plates.
He would salute to a stranger he met there before .
For his manner was always to never ignore .
Then down to the lake to his favorite seat .
We would chat of our school days as if it was our first meet .
Or talk of our Parent’s who are now long past and gone.
Or joke about childhood and the things we had done.
He would speak of his Wife Kay and children at length .
That love that he gave them knew never an end .
On his last days with us he never forgot .
It was to Coole  for that walk no matter what .
Nessan you have taken your last walk in Coole .
So now cool dude you walk with God .
In the forest of life they call Heaven .
So until we all meet again be cool.
Never ever forgotten.
Pat.


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Itachi's immortal

Itachi’s immortal 
He turned his life into a burning hell
For him…
He made his little brother hate him 
To become strong
Although he did not do something wrong 

I can’t explain his love
I can’t imagine the pain he has to go through
He made contracts, he killed people, He took lives
For him, just for him…his little brother

Itachi planned it from all along
Sasuke thought he was trying to kill him 
Sasuke lived three years with hatred being his guide
Grew strong, but not strong enough to kill him 
Itachi loved his brother so much, made him hate him
For the love that was impossible to last
Itachi allowed him to take his life;
Not explaining his actions, but following his heart
Itachi was a good man, after all I thought he was bad
Gave his little brother the powerful Amaterasu
To protect him, just for that 
Sasuke heard the story, knew Itachi’s hell
Tears falling from his eyes asking…..Why!!!


	 






Details | Classicism | |

hurts so bad

im hurting so bad  inside im falling apart its getting hard to hide dont feel right anymore since u died.  What am i suppose to do when i dont want nothing in this world but you and that cant ever come true :(  i cant explain how i feel i just wish i could kick it with u still. i always loved you and i always will


Details | Acrostic | |

14

14 was when we waved goodbye,
to be set off in this world of danger.
14 was when he lost me,
and I lost her.
What a price to pay
for a mother.
What a burden to have
bare.
To be lost,
Weak,
wounded.

The lioness watches her own be
Taken away into the darkness
To the mouths of ghostly,
Dominant males.
Evil, red eyed beasts.
How can she take this pain?
This crowned, 
broken heart brought before her.

She is calling them in the night.
Howling for them to come
consume her body in minutes,
alleviating all the pain
from this lost love.
Lost in the darkness.
Astray.
They are full now, 
done feasting.
I’m heading back home.

The second sun
has ascended.
He is surprisingly beautiful.
A path of light and direction 
I have always wanted to be.
My pathway of righteousness
Without heartbreak.
Feeling anguish now,
Wasting time again.

I’ve just now realized
all this time,
You were the howling
that’s been calling me back home.
been too far along now
In this sea of death.
Its my time now,
Its time for you to bring me home.


Details | Rhyme | |

I should've learned CPR

While he was jogging, he suddenly dropped.
I knew immediately that his heart had stopped.
If I had known CPR, his life might have been saved.
But I didn't and sadly, it sent him to his grave.
I learned how to play the piano and how to drive a car.
But it would've been more beneficial if I'd learned CPR.
He perished because he went into cardiac arrest.
I was helpless to save him and my heart shriveled in my chest.
Now I'm hated and have been disowned by my own father and mother.
The reason why they hate me is because the dead man was my brother.

(Even though this poem is fictional, it's very important that people learn Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.)


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The Last of the Brothers

During the Second World War
A decision was made
If brothers were to be lost
The last would be saved

The story below
Is the truth in a way
For the search of a soldier
Before he becomes, theatre pray

The US Government declared
A mission is in plan
Sending a squad of Rangers
To save this solitary man

Capt. John H Miller
With his handful of men
Their dedication to search
For the last of them

For his brothers were lost
In the theatre of war
At Omaha and Utah 
In the Pacific, so far

Into Europe they head
From cities through towns
Looking for Ryan
Before he's gunned down

He is eventually found
With Paratroopers, holding onto a key bridge
As a Panzer group advances
Will this be their last ridge

Bullets zipped, pinging 
Ricocheting
The flesh of the living
In screaming sing

Their mission was, to
Save Private Ryan
But Capt. John H Miller
With others, died trying



                        My entry into Frank Herrera's contest
" Describe your favorite performance by Actor or Actress in a movie "


         http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-7.php


Tom Hanks is my favourite actor, and his role as Capt, John H Miller to me
was one of his best, his hunger to complete his mission showed in his acting.


The film was based on a true story, about Fritz Niland who lost two brothers
in Normandy, and a brother M.I.A. in Burma. He was later found alive.

But the military rule about sole surviving son's being allowed out of combat is true. 
It was enacted after the five Sullivan brothers were killed in 1942 when the U.S.S. 
Juneau was sunk in the Pacific. The rule of the surviving son is common to many 
armies, the American, the Canadian, the British and the Israeli.


Details | I do not know? | |

Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, 

Waiting watching looking,

But you will not be coming, 

My dear...

 

  Twenty maybe five years, 

Of looking waiting watching, 

But you will not be drying, 

My tears...

 

  Days through nights comes the daylight, 

Weeks through months pass the years, 

Your voice is that of an angel, 

Who whispers in my ears...

 

  Looking waiting watching, 

Shadows as they dance, 

Watching waiting wishing,

We could have just one more chance... 


Details | Rhyme | |

You Take God I'll Take Booze, Drugs And Women

You Take Your God…
I’ll Take My Booze, Drugs And Women!


Someone recently asked me: “Are you listenin’?”
“You take your God!”  “I’ll take my booze, drugs and women!

I’ve been there! When I lived for “the pleasure of the day.”
I didn’t want to listen to what God had to say!

Whatever felt “good.”  I wanted to “live it up!”
There were many things I tried, that I let “fill me up.”

But whatever I tried…  No matter how 
happy I wanted to be.
There was still something empty deep inside of me!

I’ve seen families break apart, over a bottle of booze.
In the end, it seemed like everyone was going to lose!

I’ve seen drugs lead people into heavy addictions.
And have seen them die from various afflictions!

I’ve seen grown man having “affairs” of various kinds.
Only to burn in lust with very “sex craved” minds!

Is this the real fun that people seem to crave?
But too often, end up in an early grave?

Will someone please tell me what going on?
Or, have many people just “have it all wrong?”

There’s a God!  And he wants to make this very clear!
Today may be your party!  But his judgment is near!

Everything that you try will one day fail you!
The life God offers, will never disappoint you!

He is the answer for the satisfaction you seek!
You need him in your life!  Each day of the week!

Won’t you allow his love and peace into your life today!
He’ll show you how to really live
 in a brand new way!

By Jim Pemberton


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9/11, 2001 " Page 1 of 2 "

9/11, 2001
Tuesday morning when it all began
Four Jet Airliners 
Hi-jacked at will
To fly their mission
To kill, blood spill
 
Target chosen
New York City
No questions asked
No pity
 
Internal flight
Laid-en with fuel
Turned off course
To the Hi-jackers rule
Islamist, al-Qaeda is the name they claim
What honest faith
Would want this fame
To take these lives on this September day
It's not what religion should portray
 
Nineteen jackers, whats on their minds
To do their deed on their own mankind
No scriptures, books of the olden day
Would let any brother, be slain this way
What battle would be, without seeing your killers eyes
This nineteen, the world despise
 
Our modern world on camera caught
Jet Airliners flying the next so fraught
North Tower hit by flight 11
Then the South by flight 175
All aboard the planes, would not survive
Many compatriots would also die.
To this day i wonder why?
 
CNN and TV crew's 
Capture, man's cruelty to man
It makes you spew
The cowards that commandeered these planes
Are not religious, plainly insane
 
To be on the ground and look above
Two Manhattan giants
New Yorkers grew to love
Taken down by evil beings
They can't believe what they are seeing

Two explosions in just under an hour
Office life is about to shower
Paper and life fall to the ground
Silenced grief makes no sound
To New York City, that never sleeps
In a state of mourning that will presently weep
 
We hear on the news, Washington's been hit
The Pentagon, yea that's it
One of the four, also has it's say
On this dark September day

In Pennsylvania
The fourth still in flight
Passengers on board
Try with all their might
Overcome the scum 
Who hi-jacked their plane
The next hour would never be the same
 
Somerset County is where she fell
These brave civilians,
As calls will tell
To try and claim the plane that's theirs
So suppress those infidel curs>


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry

Looking back, I can see the footprints of my life. 
Stained with blood, their path is unsure, 
staggering like a wounded thing.

I sit cross-legged in the sand.

What is this life I have led so far?
Am I here to sort everyone’s pain but mine?
If so… why does it never work?
HOW is it that everyone I know takes their life?
Or at least… they try.

I take the knife in my hand.

On reflection… I suppose it’s my entire fault.
The way I’ve broken their spirits. 
The way their dull eyes stare back at me.
Begging me to release them from their pain.
Look what I’ve done!

My reflection in the blade makes me wretch.

I stare. Stare into nothing. 
The wind blows harshly, tearing at my face.
Assuring me I’m the wrong doer. 
Caressing my cheek with it’s icy blast.

I put the cold blade to my wrist.

My own selfish needs got the better of me. 
This result is not worth their lives.
I’ve failed so many times before, 
Tell me, Lord!
Why should I stay?

I cut. My crimson pain in unleashed from my veins.

Tears fall and mix with my blood.
My head spins and the world seems bleak.
This entire sphere of eternal struggle.
Hitler was right… 
Those who are weak do not deserve to live.

And so I put myself out of my misery.
My staggered path ends here.
In one bloody mess, 
I lay sprawled on the charred, dusty road.

I won’t thank you, Lord, for giving me life.

I’m just so sorry…

For all I have done.


Details | Narrative | |

There is Life Beyond Death's Door

Mama stood at the kitchen sink, quietly drying the dishes and putting them away.  I 
knew 
she was crying because every now and then she would wipe her eyes with the hem 
of her 
apron.  She hadn’t been eating much, lately. She looked so tired and drained.  She 
was a 
tall, beautiful woman.  At 40 years old she looked as if she had just turned 30.  She 
was on a 
leave of absence and had been keeping busy around the house, constantly 
cleaning, 
scrubbing and washing.  In hindsight, now I know she was only trying to keep busy 
so she 
wouldn’t think about her first born son. Mama had slept so much the week before. I 
remember wondering, back then, asking myself, was she also sick?  I was too afraid 
to ask 
out loud.  I would lie next to her in her bed and watch her sleep.  Her stirring 
reinsured me 
that she was fine-only sleeping.  You see, my oldest sister, Winnie, after Brian died, 
had 
explained to me what dying was.  So then I knew that dying was like sleeping, only 
you 
never wake up. I was not going to let my Mama die also. I would bring into her bed, 
my 
coloring books and pencils and would sit on that bed until she woke up. Sometimes, 
I would 
fall asleep, then awake to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, saying her rosary 
and I 
would join her. In some ways I was like Mama.  We were both of quiet spirits but 
she was 
strong and also an extrovert.  She made friends easily.  I on the other hand, was 
shy, 
stubborn and introverted. Later on as I got older, our personality would clash on 
many 
occasions.

It was a Saturday afternoon in May.  We were all sitting at the kitchen table.  We, 
kids were 
eating all the sweets because Mama and Papa were distracted. There was still 
plenty of food 
left over from the week before. Mama’s many friends had really showered her with 
love.  
They had cooked and cleaned and comforted her as much as they could. Mama and 
Papa 
very seldom ate any food, which seemed to last forever. My older siblings were lost 
in their 
own thoughts and grief, my younger sister, Lena, my cousin Reggie and I ate 
heartily of 
anything we liked. Being the youngest of the group, we did not fully understand 
what was 
going on.  We were talking amongst ourselves about our


Details | Haiku | |

Last Kiss

last kiss
before dying
how tragic




Tribute To 
Our Loved Ones 
On The Other Side

{R.I.P.}


Details | Narrative | |

We all stand alone

When all of time has elapsed & the moment for us will be no more
No, plight of fancy given hence to even ponder the ego
An explosion of sorts that marked a pulse on some plotted page
The door way of hope where no one bothered to offer your way
Through pillage of inner torment many will stand at heaven's door
With no intention of ever entering yet their will be w vast chasm to explore
A new exploration of that of content in nature

We have planted our seeds
Now is the time we will wait for the harvest to grow
Through vast fruition in timely exploits we will search further then ever before
To never relent in the place we will reach which will be in effect heaven's door
A given chance at which to humbly explore
A challenge to be made free is a question in time
Hope knows just where the stained glass window adjorned next to it's borrowed pew

To name just a few from the sheltered dormant of the chasm again
The given chance at which to humbly bow the head to count to the number ten
We must search ever vigilant to look within once again
Is their something that I had missed
Perhaps a fond lady that I was ever sorry that I had kissed
We stand alone on the promises of God
As we search within again
The given sphere on the oblonged gem'
Through portals of jest timely circumstances
We search even further then ever before

Through golden portals of emmense filled water that has been quenched to humbly 
nurture the inner palate'
Abounding in ever more stimulation,
We may need a break on some long awaited vacation
Then again to wander within
We all stand alone in that final day
One may never get a second chance at which to ever bow the knee to pray ?
Yet its all safe to say that it never had to be this way.


Details | Elegy | |

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

The pain was so real for my brother Nate. We did not see the signs of the way he 
was feeling. If he cried out for help and let us know. My dear bother would still be 
hear and with the proper medicine he would begin to heal. What was you 
thinking  of that October day. When you took your own life that  ended so suddenly 
that way. Did you feel you were not loved and for that split second ended your life 
instead of calling for help before you plunged in the water. What was on your 
mind when you put your hands up with despair. And down in the water went the 
car on that October day. Did you cry out did you try and pray. Did you find the pain 
on this earth too much to cope. Dearest brother you are very missed it is sad but 
true. Have I not told you more often that I do love you. I feel a loss without you 
hear. I wish you were not gone I wish you were near. I can't stand the pain it is too 
hard to bear Too For I look to this day that I wish I can change. That I made more 
time with you my brother now it too late because you are in heaven with the 
angels on high  I will always love you my dear brother Nate you will always hold a 
special place in my heart until we meet again in heaven the most beautiful place 
where we will have no more tears and pain. Dearest brother until we meet again 
I will love you always until the day when I die I will join you then only then we will 
not depart.






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November 6th, 2005

November 6th, 2005
Pulled up to my house
Couldn't believe my eyes
Everyone sobbing
Couldn't control their tears
What's going on??
Time to face my fears
With no idea
I just ran and asked
To hear the news
My big brother had passed
Empty & broken
I ran to my room
Not talking to anyone
I was so damn confused
Retracing my weekend
Thinking to myself
What's the last thing I said to him,
The night that I left?
Beating myself up
Trying to dig in deep
Did I tell him I loved him?
Such a painful memory
Find myself writing 
With nowhere to go
My heart takes me to him
For what reason I don't know
Guess there is a lot supressed
Pent way up inside
Forcing its way out
Through the pain that I hide
It eats me up
Not knowing that night,
I was walking out the door
Saying my last Goodbye
Tear after tear
Ache after ache
That November night
That ultimate heartbreak
Finally releasing my heart
From the prison that its in
Letting go of the unknown
Now the hurt can end
November 6th, 2005
The day he left
And a piece of my heart died


Details | Epitaph | |

Send Him All My Love

Today was the day my world came to an end,
Days will go by before I realize I'll never see him again,
So many things I regret I have done,
Neglect to a brothers love is just one,
I could have done better kept him from going astray,
My greatest fear became reality today,
I wish I could be there wish I could say goodbye,
Thinking back to what I could have done I didn't even try,
Loking back at the times we shared, both good and bad,
One more time to talk to him and see his face this I wish I had,
The one person who meant the world to me is now gone,
I have to ask myself why God took him, it seems so wrong,
I know that one day I will be with him once more,
I can't explain why I hadn't thought of this before,
I set the example that bad things were cool,
It took my brother from me, Man was I a fool,
I pray for my brother and his soul, I ask God up above,
God, If you recieve my message tell my brother that I miss him and send him all 
my love.


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Contempo

In line formation with a quaint response formidable

Contempo
Chase the wind in cinder appeal apposed to action
The make believe pen on a blade of steel
Choices being made having great response played

Marked on its torn blotted page,

The call of the wild a little child
Looking after storm clouds bow
With a pillage to the plow in heightened drama
The band played on for your honor,

The scene again filled with bright colors in fashion.
The notion of them grasping & sharing,
What on Earth was she wearing?
Contempo

As a Warhol scene within its designer mean influx 

The thought of stone pillars erected in soaring heights with plight
A song bird soars in the night & then
A whisper of the loom in want or that of heat?
Contempo

A societal attribute in longing to appease
The rational lingering to please
One day soon all will have to bow the knee
In dire worthy honor to our maker

The thought of a caped crusader,
In champion we learn to reflect.
A notion of a song in sorted reflect
Upon silence toward a want to fulfill a given need

While the world outside longs to see you bleed
Yet by faith we are captivated by the smile
The hung feature of a lonesome child
Nestled in a cradle apart from the wild.


Details | Couplet | |

Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


Details | Verse | |

The Dream

I’m startled,
by a loud voice,
in the middle of MORNING!
I wake up,
 to someone,
 yelling and MOURNING.
Screaming and CRYING!
 Yelling the words, he’s too young,
 to be DYING!
His mother’s crying,
 I thought the young dies GOOD,
 how can this God,
 take my child from the HOOD!
Yeah I know he didn’t do,
 all the things he SHOULD, 
with his life he COULD,
have done so much more with his TIME!  

WHY GOD?
Did he have to be shot,
by a NINE!
If it was a life,
 you wanted, 
you could have,
 had MINE!
Please reverse this DEED!
This is my son,
 you didn’t carry this SEED.
For almost a YEAR!
 I loved him so DEAR.
 Please God,
keep him HERE,
With me!
 This is my beloved son!
 The one whom,
 called me MOMMY!

I know,
 he did not have a DADDY.

I know we had to ride,
 in them broken down CADDIES!

But,
 he is my BABY!
 My sorrow, my PRIDE.
 Please God! 
Don’t take him,
 to that other SIDE!

I will not let GO!
 I WILL NOT LET HIM GO!


Hold on my CHILD.

The AMBULANCE!
Then she goes into a TRANCE…
NO…… NO…. NO…
My brother can’t GO.
He haven’t yet,
had a chance to GROW!
He haven’t yet,
SEWED
all the seeds he wanted to.
Although he had some PLANTED!

I told him,
life is what you make it,
but don’t take time, for GRANTED!
I know, my kid brother thought he was the golden child,
and that his life, was ENCHANTED!

God I know, I sometime didn’t heed, the death ANGEL.
But, 
God save him!
Let this cup pass over my brother.
As Jesus wanted, way back WHEN!

I will make sure, 
he repents, 
and turns from, 
his life of SIN!

Than the trance happens AGAIN……
No not my MAN!
No not my MAN!
He can’t leave ME!
For I am carrying his BABY!
I am his beloved LADY!
God MAYBE,
Instead of him, 
You can have ME!
OH MY GOD!
THESE PAINS I CAN’T BEAR!

I woke up then, but I didn’t understand! 
Why did I dream this? 
So, I wrote it, in my daily JOURNAL!

This Was What My Son Wrote.
A FEW DAYS,
BEFORE HE DIED!

 NOW!

I READ THIS!

 AT HIS FUNERAL!









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To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost

To the little boy lost
Who longed for a home
Where dreams are encouraged
And spirits can soar
Instead you were given
A house that was cold
With cruelty and anger
And constant reminders 
How worthless you are

To the little boy lost
With words you were broken
As you faded from life
Your eyes dark and empty
Once full of light
Now searching the shadows
For places to hide
From a childhood that haunted
The rest of your life

To the little boy lost
My friend and my brother
Though younger than you
To this day, guilt and pain makes me wonder
Why time brought me through
But left you behind
Where you carried inside
The little boy lost
Who had nothing to lose
And no hope inside
When you ended your life

To the little boy lost
Who's part of my soul
Wherever you are
I hope you have found
What you never could find
Here in this life
A place to call home

Kevin D. Fix


Details | I do not know? | |

His end

he drives so fast as he watches the roads go
leaving the town while time seems to slow
his minds not there but the faces still lurk
hurting deep down, going berserk 
he hears their words ringing in his ears
no longer near them yet they are here
his best friend, they've been through it all
through all the highs even in the falls
but he betrayed him and that is what hurt.

She was ex, but only for two days
they ended it and went separated ways
few days later and he see's her again
this is where he finds out she was with his best friend
it made him angry and wanted to fight
but it was too late his body in flight
"I don't want to see you, never again"
he was his best friend but this was the end
so he took off leaving there sorry words behind

He went home but he was too angry to stay
he didn't understand why his life turned out this way
so he made a mistake and stole his sister car
trying to get away, trying to go far
off to his aunts in the middle of the night
with little petrol and little light
he was in the car moving way too fast
his life was ending minutes did they last
an animal darted into the road out of the curve
he saw it too late, the car started to swerve  

Off the road and into the a tree
his life ended, breaking you and me
the car shattered and so did his heart
tearing his arteries and lungs apart
he died in seconds is what they said
while we were asleep all tucked up in bed
The priest he said some wonderful words
but his family and friends, they never heard
to wrapped in grief to even agree
everyone there, even me.
I am his sister and this was his story


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August Eighth

Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time 
Rasterize the faces 

So thumb through the annals 
Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child
Breast wheels churn uncertainly 

Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum 
Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer 
I arrive on the sands 

Chapter Two 
Hole in the Wall 

Deserted in this mind 
Hover in and now behind 
Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco 

Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine 
The New Year clothes itself topside 
Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning 

Demons of mine in lethargy 
Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness
Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing 

Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue 
Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare 
God, are you there? 

Chapter Three
Erosion 

All in the deflection 
Though his reflection isn't mine 
Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me 
We close our doors of aid restraining love I have

For angry boys reject the angry drudge 
Slave to a toilsome loving grudge 
It is raining erosion 

Blinding contortion 
Why in my hands I can't see you yet 
My rock there I can’t see her stand 

These matters wash away too comfortably 
I the destined rock 
To erode on as grain of sand 

Chapter Four 
Facing the Crow 

Give to the death 
Long confronting his road 
Gurge open those words she once clung on 

Hung from the rope he dove to the end 
I die decay per diem death 
Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath 

I survive only by his hand... 

T.R.Sevrens


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Darkness Waits at the Edge of Death

(Loss of a brother, B Nov. 1933  -  D Nov. 2012)

Dawn comes with a jolt,
the sun prancing above 
forest’s bitten edge.
Yesterday’s shadows linger.

As in nature, so in life, 
darkness waits. 
Winter hesitates, 
yet its sorrow is felt
in bone marrow’s thread.

November birth becomes
November death. 
The ebb of life stoops, 
irrespective of want, 
and darkness comes.

Yet November spawns hope
as she turns the corner
toward the Nativity
and life without end.








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Brothers in Arms

Born to one, but lived as three
Born a son and kissed were we
Born to run and lived so free
Brothers in arms

You always showed you cared for me
You always showed you shared with me
You always showed you dared to be
Brothers in arms

Together we were brought to life
Together we have sought for life
Together we have fought for life
Brothers in arms

All for one and one for all
All for one we heard the call
All for one prepared to fall
Brothers in arms

Prepared to die for Victory
Prepared to die for history
Prepared to die? A mystery
Brothers in arms

One by one we lived and lied
One by one we hurt and cried
One by one we fought and died
Brother in arms


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DARKNESS

My
dad
passed 
away on
February
15, 2006.  
The funeral
was on February
21, 2006.  My brother
had to move out of the
house.  He lived with my
dad.  He had to be out of 
the house by June 10, 2006.
We went to see him and my
mom eight days later.  My brother
decided NOT to give me his new phone
number or address.  My mom is in the hospital
for the rest of her life.  She is unable to stand on
her two feet.  We visited her and she was somewhat
distant.  I left California so DISAPPOINTED and sad!
I'm grieving the loss of my dad.  I feel like my brother
DISOWNS me and doesn't care about my husband and
our three children.  My heart is broken and I feel like I'm in
a very DARK CORNER.


©  Kathy Mary Gillet
©  July 25, 2006  All Rights Reserved


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No Color or Relgion, Ever Stopped a Bullet from a Gun

I heard on the news
Another two are lost
That makes 206
Is there, a whatever the cost
 
We are there to assist
A country so reft
Inner fighting
To help the rest of the left
 
Guerrilla warfare
Tactically strong
Thousands of miles
Where we don't belong
 
The people we vote in
Would they go in their place
To show their people
Dying is no disgrace
 
I will never allow
My children to fight
A war so improper
A conflict not right
 
To show our presence
As we parade their land
A remote explosion
Blown up on demand
 
How can we serve
A regime so unfair
They can starve their women
Because he can't have her there
 
To fight for their freedom
As they fight themselves
The decision should be made
To save ourselves
 
The Russians failed
So now we try
Coalition troops
In daily die
 
The modern wars
Will always be run
No color or religion
Ever stopped a bullet from a gun



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Rwanda Wrongs

In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
 
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
 
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
 
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
 
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
 
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
 
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
 
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it


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Heart

Struggles come amidst a sea of vibrant brutality

Amidst a flame lest I refrain a simple pedigree
The struggle within brings apart desertion
In quaint appease brought social proclamation
A true heart that's rich in the soul filled up with love

The sounds of heaven shortened fragmentation from above

In taunt to fear lining close through a variation in a dream
A pulled back swing through a love once enjoyed
How we passed the time in bridal tyes
Those weary eyes in fragrant appease

Heart controlled by emotional fervor
Heart combated by a deliberate answer
Heart amancipated with a delicate smile
Heart as a treasure that's nursed all the great while
Heart full asunder in delicate abode
Heart all adoring in its incredible load

One can negate the possibility of a life built on nothing less
The key to life is a heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test
The less that you give your a taker;
Through life's tests in loom we will forever seal our vested tomb
In fragrant scent of appeal
The one to steal your joy & succeed
In mutual compromise throughout it's sore vex array of fragmentation
In delicate atmosphere through silence & warm pleasure
Heart to relinquish all the fiery darts of the wicked one

Heart soaring ever further into the sunset of my love
Heart in loose caged fervor yet tempered to its abode
Heart in saturated moments of timeless cue
Heart in anticipation cause it really doesn't know what to do ?


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Pieces

We live upon
Our naked souls
Cradle thoughts
Beneath the light
We hear the pain 
On sacred roles
Chaos brims over
Unwept night
We stand above 
The dying never
Seeking that which
Has no end
We kill the truth
Undying clever
Pieces of a 
Long lost friend.


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To Dave and Roz

To David and Roz

Since you left I think of you and often find a tear.
Never returning home, never coming back here.
I want to yell at you and tell you that you’re dumb!
But all I can do is get a feeling that makes me numb.

Why did you have to take those pills?  Why did you have to die?
Now you know that prescriptions kills, watch as we all cry.
Why did you think of only yourself? And leave us all behind?
To your children I have to tell, what made their daddy die.

Less than a year has passed and I still feel regret.
Regret for not knowing more and letting everything set.
Fifty weeks later our sister does the same.
Is it doctors? Or your usage that is to blame?

Why did you have to take those pills?  Why did you have to die?
Now you know that prescriptions kills, watch as we all cry.
Why did you think of only yourself? And leave us all behind?
To your children I have to tell, what made their mommy die.

Why did you leave us this way? Was it worth the ultimate cost?
Watching as your children play and I think that all is not lost.
At least you left pieces of you here, at least they can still grin.
I miss you both and I shed my tear, knowing that the drugs win.


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For Chris

My heart flutters inside my chest
like a blood red butterfly
frantically trapped in a wire cage
full of rage
knowing its life span is short
Houston, we have a problem,
mission abort.

Crush the butterfly in your trembling hand,
blood soaked sand
under your feet
the secret you cannot dare repeat,
iron fist to stem the weakling's tremors,
do you remember?

'Cause the porch hammock of childhood
has long rotted away
and the day
the day
you'll never forget,
unable to wipe the images from your mind
after all this time

Still fresh and vibrant as you roll over,
the seventeenth of October
the day that time ended for you,
lips turning blue,
relive it every time you're not distracted,
ambushed and attacked it
blinds you to life

and then he took a knife
and you know it will never end
its part of your being
warping all feeling
and you understand completely
what drove him mad

and it's so sad
that genetically he was more like 
you than any other,
my brother,
my brother. 


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Death's Gentle Sigh

His body still warm,
our brother lay still,
his face set in perfect repose,
the echo of our voices
lifted in hymn, fading
like the rattle of death
in those closing days
before the last soft breath.

I wanted to watch his spirit rise,
reaching upward toward
the prize his faith had earned.
I had to be content
with a tender touch
and unspoken words of farewell,
bathed in tears of longing
to share his final journey.



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My Superman

When will all the pain and heartache go away?
Is this something that I must struggle with every day?
I just wish that things would have been a little different,
Maybe if I would have picked up the smallest little hint.
Maybe he would still be here today,
But now, in a grave is where his lifeless body lay.
I should have made my brother tell me what me what he knew,
I know he was only seven, but what if he knew what my dad would do.
What if I could have stopped by asking just one more time,
Maybe things would have turned out just fine.
If only I would have paid more attention, or loved him more,
Maybe he wouldn’t have questioned what he was living for.
I would giving anything to see him just for one minute,
To run into his arms, to say “this is it“.
Would I have anything to say,
Or would I just turn and walk away?
A daddy is supposed to be his little girl’s hero,
Her Superman, no matter how old she may grow.
Although my dad is gone I love him with all my heart,
I have questions that will never be answered, because from this life he chose to 
depart.
His problems were too big for him by himself,
I guess he had God sitting on an old dusty shelf.
I just wish he would have taken God off that shelf one last time,
Dusted Him off and said “God I need your help one more time.”
If he could hear me I would tell him my sisters and brother are growing up fast,
I wish I would have known that Christmas would be our last.
I would have hugged you just a little longer and tried to remember everything,
The smell of your cologne, your voice, but I didn’t know what that day in January 
would bring.
I didn’t know that it would seem as if my world had come to an end,
At that point everything stood still, time, even the wind.
Now my Superman is gone forever,
But if he can here me, I won’t forget you or stop loving you daddy…not ever.
8/9/04


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Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Off a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed 
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day 
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows



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Thanks For The Memories

A frail old man peers through his window and sees,
wind dancing the branches on the tall baron trees.

Distant memories flood his mind,
of the loved ones that have left him far behind.

A mother, father, brother and wife,
all preceded him through their journey of life.

The branches remind him of his wedding night,
swaying to the music holding his beloved so tight.

A bird chirps a melody and a new thought appears, 
of his mothers sweet lullaby’s all through the years.

He sees clouds get heavy and dark steals the light,
it's the time when father said the fish would best bite.

Two squirrels play madly in the leaves on the ground,
he thinks of his brother who was always around.

As he turns from his window and a tear leaves his eye,
he thanks the Lord for the memories that help him get by.

© Gail Cadence Franklin


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Memories Of Youth

Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Overbearing news
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand 
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul







Memories Was My Topic





Tribute To My Brother Gary
         {RIP}


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Why I Wrote This Poem!

Days have gone & times have passed,
Since the days i have seen him last,
Without darkness there would be no light,
I keep this in thought on lonely nights,
I can not wait for this time to pass,
Two brothers together again at last,
In my mind I see his face,
His memories stuck in a special place,
All the things we did together the memories we share,
It seems so wrong, this is not fair,
i will always keep him in my heart,
That is why we will never be apart,
When I start to wonder this i will know,
He will be with me everywhere i go,
He's the one who will always be on my mind,
He'll be there to open my eyes when i go blind,
When i lose hope and my mind begins to roam,
I'll just have to remember why I wrote this poem.


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Dear Brotha

Dear Brotha,
Ur gone now
And I neva thought of life without you
Ur gone now
So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do
The tears I cry are mostly from confusion
Trying to figure out if this is real
Or simply an illusion
Ur gone...the conclusion
Missing you so
Dont know why it was you that had to go
Me and you were so much alike
Maybe that's why he had so many fights
I told you I neva really liked you
Maybe that's because you weren't letting me do what I wanted to do
You so right threw me
You saw things others wouldn't dare to see
Nor look for
Maybe that's why I hated you more
But as crazy as this sounds
That hate was nothing but love
Because you showed me that with every push comes a shove
You taught me tough love
And now you rest up above
And I cry
Not wanting to say goodbye
I wonder if this life is worth living
I wonder should I keep giving
When in all reality
I have nothing left
Life is a complete mess
But brother
I'll keep liven
And I promise to keep giving
Even if it takes all my strength
The strength you helped me grow
I love you brother
So goodbye until tomorrow
                                                Love always,
                                                                        Akribah


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Memorial For You

I wish I could say, that it gets easier every year,
The truth is everyday I shed a tear,
For the memories ill never have,
And the conversations ill never hear.

I've talked to no one about you,
I've kept things to myself,
All my secrets reside,
In the words guarded by there shelf.

Missing but not gone,
I try to remain strong,
These words help me hold on,
There whispers my memorial for you.

You gave me this gift,
These "voices in my head",
You have been with me,
The moment that life became dead.

Without this experience,
I wouldn’t be who I am,
Inside you help me strive,
To be a better man.

And I thank you dear lord,
For giving me this star,
To wish upon at night,
Because of you I know he's not far.


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"Big Bro"

You made me believe dreams come true
you made me see what I had to do
always thinking of what you said
enjoy the present cause I got a future ahead
but now it's so hard
because you're not here
passed away long ago
oh how much I fear
can't survive the life I have
can't go on feeling sad
I just want you here
right beside me
blow away my fears
and again make me believe
make me believe dreams come true
make me believe the right thing to do
make me believe on how it'll be
best of all make me believe in me
just can't let you go
don't know how I'm gonna grow
just can't let you go
not a clue on what to know
every dream feels so true
even when I'm thinking of you
it's sad that the sun hasn't shone its light
it's sad that you're gone and not here every night
just sad, so sad
filling tears in my eyes
breaking down and making me cry
I just want you to make me
make me believe...
...make me believe dreams come true
make me believe the right thing to do
make me believe on how it'll be
best of all make me believe in me
I can't go on, it feels so bad
almost everyday feeling so sad
it just hurts, hurts so much
that I can't feel you, feel your touch
I just hope wherever you are
you're close to me and not so far
and I hope somehow you know
I miss you a lot
a whole lot...Big Bro...

(In memory of Alberto Germain Mayorga)


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Shannon

      Just a memory are you, my brother. Your existence was short , in the midst of 
it all it was a tender sweet melody. The "November Rain" came and swept you 
away, your spirit stays with me like that of the summer dew.  I never knew you, my 
brother although I feel you like a razor blade on my aching heart. Still mourning, 
still needing the brother I never knew. I cry myself to sleep wondering what it 
would have been like. We were alike I feel more than others. We connect.
 I know your here, you take away all my fears. Nobody knows,  nobody 
understands, I know you do. You know me better than anyone ever could.  Your 
presence no one can ever  take away. Your a part of me my little child.  Are they 
treating you well, were you've been assigned?  How about a quick rewind 
through time. The day you came, stayed and left.  He is also my brother, but 
knows nothing of my soul. He never stayed long enough to see me. He left with 
the girl who stole his heart, when he left he always tore me apart.  He didn't care, 
he just left me there crying in the breeze.  Only you brother are like me, you are 
alone as I am. Maybe I'll cross the seas of time, and walk the golden line to be 
with you. They'd never know, they'd never miss, I must blow you this small kiss.  
Maybe the big man will change his mind, and we'll get back just in time to show 
them that you were mine.  My brother. I love you Shannon.


                                                                                                    


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Fading like a flower

To become a man at seven
As my brother lay dying
At such an early age
Life to be trying
 
Awaiting the news
I,m now crying through my tears
Without my brother 
Future fears
 
Believing there's hope 
Maybe angels will say
Take care of your brother
For with you he will stay
 
Down the corridor i wait
As i hear the doors
A Doctor appears
As my tears froze
 
To my father he says
With a handshake he sighs
We just couldn't save him
We did all that we tried
 
I felt my tears melt
The ice in my eyes
We never got the chance
To say our goodbyes
 
Dad turns to me as i look in his eyes
The look of a parent 
Knowing their son has just died
He held me close as we broke down and cried
 
Through broken tears, he says to thee
James my son, it's just you and me
We have lost Billy to a higher power
But he went in his sleep
Fading like a flower
 
 
" Dedicated to my brother Billy, knocked down in front of me at the age of 9 "

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Rusty

RUSTY

They met somewhat late in life
She no husband, he no wife
Neither one that lost or lonely
Neither one the one and only
His friends said here’s your chance
Get on out and join the dance
There’s no telling what you’ll find
When you open up your mind

He said “Say a prayer for me”
They said – go on seize the day
See how happy you can be
And his spirits soared away

Their romance was slow at start
But their love grew deep at heart
Each one learning more to care
They made such a perfect pair
A backyard wedding came their way
On some say that year’s hottest day
But their love was plain to see
They were somehow meant to be                                 

He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
And their spirits soared that day

But then one day he said “Dear
I feel weak - please hold me near
I don’t know what it’s about
But I know we’ll work this out”
Oh the years were way too short                          
Came the doctor’s last report
“Go and stay close by his side,
He is on his final ride”                                    

And then standing by his bed
With no tears left to be shed
The kids now gathered round
Showing all the love he’d found
They all said their last good byes
As they wiped their crying eyes
She said, “Dear what can I do
To help you make it through?”

 He said “Say a prayer for me”
She knelt by his side to pray
Whispered “Oh how I love you”
As his spirit slipped away 


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THE BUGLE BOY

I said, "Son, you look too young
To wear that uniform.
You ought to be home with your ma,
There, by the fireside warm.
                                      
"That bugle hanging 'round your neck,
You sure can blow it fine,
But you'd be home, singing in the choir
Were you a boy of mine."
                                       
The bugle boy's blue eyes flashed fire;
His freckled face blushed red.
He slowly shuffled his booted feet
And cleared his throat, and said,        
                                      
"I guess I'm older than I look.
I'm kind o' thin and lean,
But I'm not "son" by a damn long site!
I'm goin' on fifteen.
                                       
"My ma, she died when I was born;
The Rebs, they killed my pa,
On a battle field called Prairie Grove,
Out west, in Arkansas.
                                       
"One brother died at Chancellorsville.
He got in a cannon's way.
Another was lost at Gettysburg,
In Pickett's Charge, they say.
                                      
"Well, that leaves only two of us--
Just me and brother Phil.
He's with the troops on the forward line,
In the woods, just down the hill.
    
"They don't let me tote a rifle;
Guess I don't shoot so well.
But I can sound a bugle call
That'd send a charge through hell."

The bugler's story ended there.
No time for more to tell,
For, the midday quiet was shattered
By that awful rebel yell.
                                      
The cold air rang with musket fire
And cannon, from both sides.
Soon the sparkling snow was crimson stained
Where the fallen bled and died.
                                      
The blue line held; the Rebel thrust 
Was slowly turned away.
Now the boy was told to sound the charge
In the fading light of day.
                                      
The blackness of the winter night
Brought fighting to an end.
The moaning of departing souls
Mounted up the wailing wind.  
                                      
The bury detail found the boy,
On their grim, morning beat,
The bugle grasped in his frozen hand,
He had never blown retreat.
                                      
"Why, sonny, you look peaceful there
In that blue uniform.
I guess you're home, now, with your ma,
There, by the fireside warm."


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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had just came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.


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Welcome

In awe of silence filtered through a variation in a dream

The mindset plummets in cordially bliss away
Time in essence to frolic in the lying ambiance of it's hidden garb
In silence, a warm shattered inner conflict abode
Of sprinkling whispers in candid flood of noise

Welcome

An exchange of time cards to punch in at last,
In social discretion & cast
Welcome to a grand illusion as a wanted man
Welcome to abortions on demand hopefully you will someday understand
Welcome to a barrage of harsh critical presence
Welcome to the silence once again

Filtered through a timeless cavity toward the influx of gravity
In desolation fine tuned decision
In careless patrons of casualty 
In want then need to watch as we bleed

No shoulder to cry just the enivitable lie
The lie that says I am what I do?
Yet who knew this plausible quest would soon come true?
Welcome to the jungle cause your all going to die
Welcome to the helpless for one day soon will fry
Welcome to the neighbor that stands in disgust
Welcome to the priest whom we can't even trust?

In want we sometimes turn inward shaped by silent burning timber,
Welcome to the crazy days of idol
Welcome to a nomadic venture to wander
Welcome to a downward trend of depression
Welcome to the all inclusive opinion
Welcome to a pain in my ass
Welcome to the guy who gets off on a free pass
Welcome to the football guy that gets more in one year then I earn in a lifetime
Welcome to the shade by which to hide from
Welcome to the storms that invade in demonic fright

Perhaps my dreams will come true or will have to wait until tonight ?


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The Fool Kid Named Benny Pence

October had now come again just like it did back since,
The gunfighter Sam Holt had shot the kid named Benny Pence.

It was on All Hallows’ night with the moon high and blood red—
When Benny came lookin’ for him before he shot him dead.

Why would a fool farm boy try to draw on that gun slinger?
When he had no chance on God’s earth if he raised a finger?

But sure enough on that night, that’s what all the town then saw—
When Benny Pence raised his gun and said the fatal word: “Draw!”

But that had been a year ago come this All Hallows’ Eve,
And Sam Holt felt a cold wind blow that made him want to leave.

The harvest moon now hung above as Sam walked down the street—
He stopped for one brief moment at the place where they did meet.

Then like a dream that voice came back that meekly called him out—
Sam’s cold, sweaty hand then trembled as he began to shout:

“Don’t call me Ben! I’ll shoot you dead, and this time I’ll make good!”
Then Sam wildly drew and fired at the pale moon where he stood.

Somewhere a hoot owl screamed and Sam’s loud shots rang out on high,
As he fired and fired again at Ben’s shadow so he’d die.

But when the gun smoke cleared and that dim vision was not there,
Sam Holt now stood just a dyin’ in the dusty street square.

There were no gunshots in Sam’s body, no marks found at all—
His hair now white, his once ruddy flesh now a deathly pall. 

Yet when the town folk buried Sam, they noticed at Boot Hill,
Two other graves marked Pence by the one they had come to fill.

Benny Pence and his brother Bud, had died a year apart—
Both shot down by Sam Holt that feared gunslinger with no heart.

And so the three now rested within gun fire of the others—
Holt now dead of fright from those two departed Pence brothers.

And so each year it happened: other slingers would meet fate—
And die of fright All Hallows’ night when the hour was late.

So now folk knew the story of that fool kid Benny Pence—
Come back to revenge his brother each All Hallows’ night since. 


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" The Life Of Me " page 2 of 2

So in 83 i met a girl, Nicola's her name, my heart was a whirl 
We courted and married, in the space of 3 years 
It changed my life, disquelled previous tears 
Over the years, we are blessed with 4 kids 
Nightmares of the past, are now well rid

It's now 2008 and i'm feeling so low, just as lonely as i was before
There's various reasons for this lines to be said, as i stare at our house front door.
Dare i go through, but do i dare
James, it's not just about you - but your childrens welfare

What will i find inside or out, if someone can help me, please give me a shout
Will i ever find, what i'm looking for  - in this world or the next
It will be through my last door


" Well i have found what i am looking for, it's being read on this wonderful site - my
poetry. But the bigger plus is the people who are reading it, Poetry Soup Family "
                                                       ( Bless you all )

                                   http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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set free

ashes released~
Red tail Hawk Hovers
as loving Hands drop blooms.


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Was Not Meant For Me To Know

Drowning in my thoughts ~ so sinister so deep Little locket box ~ for me to hold and keep Secret personalities I choose to lock deep within my soul Sometimes so insane ~ and sometimes so out of control! Ambushed in his grave ~ he is locked away and lost Chipped away and created his box an icy cold frost Almost one whole month now my brother took his life He finally could not take anymore pain and strife The narcotics he used are still unsolved of what poisoned his veins Or whether or not in the air a cold-blooded murderer reigns His fiancee due in weeks with his baby girl Angry, depressed, confused, & lost emotions the syringe did unfurl In an ally disgusting and dirty his last breath rests God have mercy on his soul ~ please make him blessed! Please send him on his judgment way! If anything in this world ~ for this is what I pray! Still I ask myself a month later today, Who or what could he have hated so much for him to not want to stay? This mystery still unsolved puzzles me so But I guess this mystery was simply for me not to know... Dedicated to: My Older Biological Brother Eugene Canalas January 12, 1985 ~ July 7, 2009 R.I.P


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Remember the Children


The little girl lays sleeping
In a pillow of shallow tears
Her night was filled with sorrow
And her deepest darkest fears

She awakens to an empty room 
For her brother can not be found
She quietly says another prayer
As she  lays her head back down

For her brother has leukemia
And he's fighting for his life
The pain she feels is staggering
And it cuts her like a knife

"There's not much hope" the doctor says
"And we're doing all we can"
But her little brother, dying young
Was something, she can't understand

It's 3 am and the phone starts to ring
"Oh no!" she says, "I hope everythings okay"
It was the doctor, bearing bad news
For her brother had passed away

So remember the little children
And their families, when you pray
That one day soon, we'll find a cure
And no one has to die this way



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From Brother to Brother - my Father too, sorry

Like brothers do
We fought and cried
But brothers we were
Family tied
 
One parent, our father
Brought us up
An ill man
Who deserved so much
 
But that fateful night
Only one son came back
Knocked down
Dragged over blackened tarmac
 
Running home
Thoughts in my head
I can't say sorry
Boom Boom's dead
 
Into the arms
Of my distraught dad
Five minutes earlier
Two sons he had
 
If we had not raced
On that Monday night
If he was not so fast
So out of sight
 
He would be here
Beside my dad
I'm so sorry
For being so bad
 
For all our fights
He would rather see
His two boys being boys
In front of thee
 
 
" My entry into the I'm Sorry contest run by
     Christie Moses and Sharon Weimer "


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


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Into The Bliss Of Time

Into the bliss of time
Is this where you stand, watching?
I hear the whisper of your soul 
Calling out.

I see you there, standing,
Watching me
A smile so large to comfort worlds
Dancing in the rainbows of lilac.

The world is ours in thought
On clouds and floating high
These beautiful dreams are ours
Of lilac and rainbow
Incessant in the sky.
We chase the stars together
Holding hands as we are
I have three and you have four 
Firestars in a jar.

Back into the bliss you go
Dancing angle
Swirling in the rainbows of lilac
Into the dreams of reoccurrence
Standing, watching.

I will feel your love within
Riding the wings of the zephyr
The beauty of a sister
Holding the heart of her brother.


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A New Enemy.

When they got an alarm,
Her life is nearly at the End.

As long as the Doctor will remove,
Her breathing support machines,
She will be few hours, or a day.
Her children listened and run away,
To control the property.

Elder brother hasn’t found any will,
But younger brother made one,
When she was on the death bed,
He got her thumb on the will.
They had a long fight.

Only to prove, when he was signing,
Why she attempted a thumb.
Today was the verdict day, in a court.
Suddenly a third person produced another will’
The property was on her dog’s name.


After his death a trust will care after her.
Brother disputed was ended, now has whispered
How to fight against a new enemy. 
They were abusing to their Father,
Why he didn’t make a will.


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I Hope You'll Remember Me

To those who do not know me

I'm a husband, father, brother and son.

I accepted the call of my country

Now my race is run.


I died an angry death

Lying on foreign soil.

For my family and my country

In hope a terrorist, I might foil.


To the mother of my children

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and loving husband

Just as I tried to be.


To my children Karen and Jacob

I hope you'll remember me.

As the dad you could always turn to.

I loved my family.


To my brother and my sister

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and decent man

The way a brother should be.


To my mother and my father

I hope you'll remember me

As a loving, trusting son

Proud of me, I hope you'll always be.


To the Country that I served

I hope you'll remember me.

As a soldier, as an American

Who died for liberty.


Fear not your loss

For this I guarantee

I'll see you all in heaven

and I hope you'll remember me.


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Accepting our loss

Such pleasure you gave 
in the short time we had,
but you were chosen
and though we are sad;
you're away from the dangers
your earthly life had,
away from things ugly
those awful things, bad... .
You brought us peace,
we can't be mad;
for your crossing over -
means an angel they add.
So proud of you,
so very glad;
from loving friends, family;
Mum and Dad 
xxxx


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Blood on Emeralds

The blood of Emeralds
In Northern Ireland's streets
Where sides detest
Victims they seek
 
Religious divide
Neighbours slain
For the life of me
What to gain
 
These troubled times
Historic sores
Deep rooted pasts
Now to the fore
 
IRA
UDA
Many guns came out to play
Both sides fell, as they murderously slay
During the week, even Sundays
 
The Belfast agreement of 1998
This Land of Emeralds, in peaceful state
Neighbours safe to talk again
Never allow the blood, on the Emeralds stain

" Dedicated to all Ireland - The Emerald Isle "


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Brother Night

I send my prayers aloft,
that's about all I can do,
no matter what I did,
I couldn't have saved you.

I was the innocent child,
confused by your disdain,
I never knew the boundaries of
your deep emotional pain.

In my eyes you had it all,
our mother's looks, our father's brains,
but now I know how sharp the edge
between genius and insane.

Now you're gone, I feel your love
that I longed for as a child.
Too late, too late, alone again,
abandoned and exiled.

So let me just say thanks again,
for that final poison arrow,
the anguish is a part of me,
embedded in my marrow.

(Remembering my brother, who took his own life last May, on his Jan 2nd birthday.)


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My Friends Brother/I guess it was his time

My friends brother,
Died Sunday, July 8, 2007
Born September 19, 1989
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
He was 17 years old
A senior in highschool
He almost made it
But I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
In about ten years nobody will remember
That faitful day at Franklin Creek
Except for his grieving family
I guess it was his time,

My friends brother,
Brandon Earl Peterson
York Highschool
Son of  Janet and Earl Peterson
Brother of Courtney Nicole and Amber Brooke Peterson
I guess it was his time,


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DARK MOONLIGHT

Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.

I was losing my voice
in crowd of maniacs.
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather.

Through cracked sunroof –
skull splinters into million heirlooms.
Fever climbs the feudals.

Why were you impatient with me?
I was narrating a shocking tale.
Frogs had acquired the land.

Plot was thickening every day.
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower
of meteorites in dark moonlight.



SATISH VERMA


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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had jus came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.


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The memories still haunt him

(This is a fictional poem)

He used to do drugs but now he's clean.
But he still suffers because of something that happened when he was fifteen.
The memories still haunt him to this day.
He went to his friend's house and forgot to put his drugs away.
His twelve year old brother found the drugs and he took them.
He overdosed and it killed him.
Now the older brother has been consumed by guilt and he's in a lot of pain.
He killed his brother with heroin and cocaine.
It happened over twenty years ago but he still cries.
His parents told him that they wish he would've been the one who died.
His therapist tells him that he needs to forgive himself so that he can start to heal.
But he's afraid that he never will.
Now he's started traveling around the country to help kids.
He convinces them not to use drugs like he did.


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Chris

As the blood drained from your body,
did it feel like going to sleep?
Why, then, try to staunch the flow,
you made the cuts so deep.

Did you have a change of heart,
realizing what you'd done?
It don't matter, brother,
when you left, you'd been long gone.

As you grew cold and drowsy,
eyes closing one last time,
did you manage to let go
and leave your demons behind?

Are you in a better place now,
since your hell was on this earth?
Brother, have you found some peace now,
have you paid your karmic curse?

When He said He loved you always,
did you at long last feel safe
with this God you long denied,
could you look Him in the face?

In my mind I see you lying
on a grassy Alpine slope,
at peace with God, your life, yourself,
this image helps me cope.

So, brother, save a spot for me
among the edelweiss,
rest and let your dreams flow free,
God knows you've paid the price.


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MY BROTHER

MY BROTHER 

My Brother 
as you are 
I am half-dead 
Blind in one eye I can`t see out of the other 
I must not hate my brother 
but how can i love you 
as you are 
beating me on my face 
leaving no trace of love 
as you erase me 
as you are 
smiling death heads grin 
enjoying your power 
life over life 
life over death 
leather gloves tatooeing 
hurting 
beating 
gloating 
enjoying.......these words 
should never be linked to fighting 
what a monster 
MY BROTHER 


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Memories of My Brother

My youngest one summer came and stayed with me
I was in the Navy stationed in Millington, TN
One day he was involved in a rock fight
A busted open head led him to the hospital that particular night
He asked me when they have to do stitches what do they use
I laughed and said a sewing machine, he wasn't amused
After a couple of weeks, his head healed up fine
To remove them would be sixty dollars to pay for the doctor's time
I told my brother I would be the doctor and do a house call
To my amazement I removed them all
I regret the day I sent him back home
He was pretty much all alone
He would give me a call always collect
Though the phone got high I would always accept
One evening, as I walked in the door, the phone rang and I said here goes the 
phone bill
But it wasn't  him, it was my brother Larry saying Wayne had just been killed
Wayne had decided to take Dad's pickup out for a joy ride
On an icy road, he lost control, hit a bridge support and smashing in the driver's 
side
His lifeless body was lying face down
In a ditch where he was found
The doctor said he suffered no pain
My brother Kenny found Wayne's ball cap, bloodying his hands, his nightmares 
still remain
To this day I carry the guilt about the bill when the phone rang
How much I miss my brother Wayne
My brother David is an emotionless guy
But at the wake he had to cry
Life has a way of taking its toll
Always try to look at the glass half full


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A Story

The story begins, life is good
Things occur just as they should
The girl knows nothing she's just a baby
Her future's assured with a simple maybe
As she grows the story progresses
With nail polish and bright pink dresses
She knows of death, her brother has died
She learned of sadness as she cried
Was life that hard, so filled with strife
That he chose to end it with that knife
She's only six but old enough
To be told to toughen up
The story's longer, she's much older
Her spirit becoming colder and colder
In her life there's so much pain
Spread around like a huge dark stain
She's made her choice, an easy decision
But should she make a clean incision
Or some other way that's easy to do
There's hanging and pills and gunshots too
She chooses the gun for she feels it is right
A way to end her life this night
She lays there with the weapon in hand
Nestled in the warm wet sand
As she lays beneath the moon
She knows the time must come soon
She could feel it now, her brother was with her
And with that, she pulled the trigger
The story ended, the girl was gone
Not to be found until the dawn


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FROM TIME TO TIME I THINK UPON YOU

My Brother,
Here's to the years we knew
though it seems they went all too fast.
It feels our times together, too few;
those things that we wanted to last.

From time to time I think upon you
and our boyhood adventures together.
Each day was the wonder of something new
and in time our differences we'd weather.

Times then, so distant from times now
and I've walked on in this life without you.
To live with regret, I just won't allow
But with cherished memories as you'd want me to.

My Brother,
Here's to the promising  years ahead
and into those days I carry your memory.
In my heart I know it is that you're not dead
but in that place where I know I shall be.

Douglas L. Ace


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Call Him Uncle

MOMMA SAID THAT I SHOULD CALL YOU UNCLE FOR YOU WERE HER NEW 
BOYFRIEND
DID SHE ALSO KNOW THAT YOU WERE ABOUT TO COMMENT A NASTY SIN
NOT TO HER BUT US HER CHILDREN IN THE MIST OF THE NIGHT
COMING INTO OUR ROOM FORCING YOURSELF ON US WITH ALL YOUR 
MIGHT
I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL AND MY BROTHER WAS YOUNGER THEN ME
I DID NOT CRY FOR ME I JUST WANTED YOU TO LET HIM BE
TO JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE BECAUSE HE HAD BECOME SO UNHAPPY AND 
CONFUSED
MOMMA WAS SO IN LOVE SHE DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS BEING USED
SHE ALLOWED YOU TO TELL HER WE WERE BAD AND OUT TO DO YOU IN
SHE DID NOT BELIEVE US AND GAVE INTO YOUR WICKED GRIN
NOW IT IS TOO LATE.  FOR THINGS HAVE GOTTEN SO FAR OUT OF HAND
SO, I PULLED THE TRIGGER AND TOOK AWAY MY MOMMA’S NEW MAN
YET I SAVED MY BROTHER AND I DON’T CARE WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND
HE DID WHAT WE SAID AND THERE WAS NO REASON FOR US TO LIE
I WAS THE ONE THERE EACH NIGHT WATCHING MY LITTLE BROTHER CRY
SO MY LITTLE BROTHER I LOVE YOU, BUT I LEFT A NOTE 
TAKING BLAME FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE 
YOU ARE FREE TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY FOR WE HAVE FINALLY WON
SO DO NOT CRY MY LITTLE BROTHER AS THEY LOWER ME IN THE GROUND 
I HAVE HEARD YOUR UNANSWERED CRIES SO DON’T MAKE THAT SOUND 
HOLD ON TO THE FACT THAT I LOVE AS THE EARTH OPENS IT DOOR
I DID AS I HAD TO SO YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO CRY ANYMORE
SHE SAID TO CALL HIM UNCLE…


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Death Rattle

    I am a shallow grave
snakeskin that my brother saved
rattler waiting in a cave
Death Rattle

    Scales falling from my eyes
free of hopes and dreams and lies
I know why the spirit flies
Death Rattle

    Life is sticking in my throat
something that the prophets wrote
cant remove this wretched coat
Death Rattle

   Sluffing off the serpents skin
so a new life can begin
still hold on right to the end
Death Rattle

   Dont inquire and I wont tell
of the blood and tears that fell
from this broken empty shell
Death Rattle
I am a shallow grave, snakeskin that my brother saved
Death Rattle


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Brother

(This is a fictional poem)

My brother and I stopped seeing each other and I wished he'd die.
He passed away two weeks ago and I'm falling to pieces as I cry.
We never patched things up and I never got the chance to apologize.
When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a man who I despise.
I should've patched things up with my brother and made things right.
But my damn stubbornness caused me to refuse to do it out of spite.
It really tears a person apart when a family member dies.
A man can't remove his scars no matter how hard he tries.
I should've held him in my arms and told him that I loved him.
The guilt gets worse everyday and my future looks pretty grim.


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Little Girl

2 years of love 
1 and a half years of hidden pain
a closed mouth doesn't get fed 
and diffently doesn't have much to gain
he killed that beautiful little girl
mom stayed with the brother 
after all he wasn't the murderer 
she was 4 months pregnant 
and deeply and madly in love
who was to blame 
but the one whom committed that tragic act
you cant blame the brother 
I constantly tried to force my self to beleive that
she was only five years old
and still had a whole life ahead of her
 as her mother wanted her to leave this earth because of natural causes
not becasue of murder
to lose a child is the worst feeling 
a mother can feel
it's like a long and deep cut that will never heal.

  


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He held his son's lifeless body

(This is a fictional poem)

My nephew drove my motorcycle without my permission.
I told him that motorcycle drivers should always wear helmets but he didn't listen.
He had a bad wreck and he injured his head.
When his dad felt for a pulse, he was horrified to learn that he was dead.
As he held his son's lifeless body, he  cried and cried.
It tore us all up when he died.
Because it was my motorcycle, my brother blames me.
He said I killed his son and his entire family agrees.
If my nephew had been wearing a helmet, his life wouldn't have came to an end.
Now I'm in misery because of his death and because my brother never wants to 
see me again.


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Aaron

One thing I truely miss is you,
And all I have been since you left is blue,
I know we never really got along,
But in my life is where you belong,
You are supposed to be here for me,
To guide and protect me,
Brothers are supposed to be there,
Getting what they want and making things so unfair,
Now I look at all my friends and can only wish i had what they had,
And it hurts me and makes me sad,
Me & Britt need you here,
To let us know its ok and we dont need to shed another tear,
I remember all the good times and the bad,
The good over take the bad,
Its not fair that you were taken from me,
Cuz here on earth with me is where your supposed to be,
I miss you so much brother,
And I cant wait until that day that we are back together!


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I am Poem

I am a slave child.

I hear my mother sobbing loudly.

I see my friends and their families kicking and screaming as they are being hit over and
over again.

I feel terror for myself and my mother.

I send that my brother is already dead.

I touch my mother's arm, shaking her, trying to wake her up.

I see blood running out beneath her, she had been shot.

I taste the dirt and the blood as i am thrown onto the ground and beaten.

I come angry, rise up, and try to grab his gun, I scream "you killed my mother, you killed
my brother, you killed everyone!" But I am struck down,

I hear a gun cock close to my body.

I feel myself fading away as I see the blood flowing out, my blood.

I am a slave child, and I can now join my mother and brother in heaven.